Light in the Darkness [Active]
Character(s): Lexaeus and Sara Sidle
Content: After her psychological torture at the hands of Larxene, Sara now finds herself in Lexaeus's care.
Setting: xxxxx
Time: xxxxx
Warnings: Experimentation
Lexaeus moved through the lab methodically, taking his time to ensure everything was in exactly the place it needed to be. There was no rush, no sloppiness, no excess, only cold clinical science. Unlike some of his comrades, Lexaeus did not see this as a chance to act out rage or curiosity on a helpless subject, merely a means to an end. He would see if this path would lead him to his ultimate objective, and if not he would abandon it for another.
For many, this cold practicality would be even more terrifying than the glee of a sadist.
The lab he had prepared was sparse and dedicated singularly to the task at hand. The bed in the center actually looked reasonably comfortable, and the light's and colors of the walls were a series of shifting blues, calibrated to have a calming effect on the subject, almost as if they were laying in a field, or on a raft in a lake. There were no menacing shadows, and in the background classical music could be heard playing softly from the speakers.
The only visible machinery rested on a small rolling table, a medium sized tube glass, full up a bright shimmering light, and tipped with a suction cup on one end, and a plunger on the other. It would almost seem comical in another context, like some child's toy. Next to the device rested a thick folder with the words Sara Sidle written on them, which Lexaeus had already taken the time to memorize. Still, there was no need to take unnecessary risks here. Beyond that there were a few basic medical tools, the sort that would be used in a doctor's checkup.
Taking off his small reading glasses and placing them in his pocket, Lexaeus reached out with one hand and snapped his fingers. A second later a number of Dusks shimmered into existence.
"Acquire Subject Sidle and bring her to this location unharmed," he ordered in a rumbling voice, before turning back to his preparations. The Dusks swayed for a moment, their voices an empty whisper, before turning to do their master's bidding.
Content: After her psychological torture at the hands of Larxene, Sara now finds herself in Lexaeus's care.
Setting: xxxxx
Time: xxxxx
Warnings: Experimentation
Lexaeus moved through the lab methodically, taking his time to ensure everything was in exactly the place it needed to be. There was no rush, no sloppiness, no excess, only cold clinical science. Unlike some of his comrades, Lexaeus did not see this as a chance to act out rage or curiosity on a helpless subject, merely a means to an end. He would see if this path would lead him to his ultimate objective, and if not he would abandon it for another.
For many, this cold practicality would be even more terrifying than the glee of a sadist.
The lab he had prepared was sparse and dedicated singularly to the task at hand. The bed in the center actually looked reasonably comfortable, and the light's and colors of the walls were a series of shifting blues, calibrated to have a calming effect on the subject, almost as if they were laying in a field, or on a raft in a lake. There were no menacing shadows, and in the background classical music could be heard playing softly from the speakers.
The only visible machinery rested on a small rolling table, a medium sized tube glass, full up a bright shimmering light, and tipped with a suction cup on one end, and a plunger on the other. It would almost seem comical in another context, like some child's toy. Next to the device rested a thick folder with the words Sara Sidle written on them, which Lexaeus had already taken the time to memorize. Still, there was no need to take unnecessary risks here. Beyond that there were a few basic medical tools, the sort that would be used in a doctor's checkup.
Taking off his small reading glasses and placing them in his pocket, Lexaeus reached out with one hand and snapped his fingers. A second later a number of Dusks shimmered into existence.
"Acquire Subject Sidle and bring her to this location unharmed," he ordered in a rumbling voice, before turning back to his preparations. The Dusks swayed for a moment, their voices an empty whisper, before turning to do their master's bidding.