For we_are_the_shop
It was a trap. Apparently, their searching hadn't gone unnoticed.
Arabelle groans, opening her eyes. "..Oh hell."
She hung in a restraint system holding her arms and legs in an X formation, in the middle of a white, padded room, with a heavy cell door. Her wings were still free, though this meant very little in the small space she was in.
She pulled at one arm, the mechanics within strained at pulling against the restraints, "Th' fuck is this shit made out of, Metadamantium?" She yanked a bit harder, resulting in a louder groan of protest from the mechanics and hydraulics. Arabelle slumped against the restraints, catching her breath for the moment. She flexes one hand, trying to pop open a gauntlet for one of the devices within.
Unfortunately, the way the restraints are designed, the mechanism is held closed.
"Okay, so. PIN's're out, can't power myself free." She groans, "Fuck. I think I'm really innit deep now."
Arabelle groans, opening her eyes. "..Oh hell."
She hung in a restraint system holding her arms and legs in an X formation, in the middle of a white, padded room, with a heavy cell door. Her wings were still free, though this meant very little in the small space she was in.
She pulled at one arm, the mechanics within strained at pulling against the restraints, "Th' fuck is this shit made out of, Metadamantium?" She yanked a bit harder, resulting in a louder groan of protest from the mechanics and hydraulics. Arabelle slumped against the restraints, catching her breath for the moment. She flexes one hand, trying to pop open a gauntlet for one of the devices within.
Unfortunately, the way the restraints are designed, the mechanism is held closed.
"Okay, so. PIN's're out, can't power myself free." She groans, "Fuck. I think I'm really innit deep now."