Wanted! || Rising Aphro

[pishirogane]

All throughout the hotel, wanted posters have been tacked up... Without a word, an individual pauses and stares at what has been written.

Wanted: Naoto Shirogane

One count theft, four counts breakout
Stolen a valuable research subject and has broken out of hotel on more than one occasion.
Will pay $50,000 for her capture and return to Research

Comments

[coldcowl]

As Naoto held her breath, she might have taken a tiny step back. That single step was enough for her to bump into the costumed young man behind her. His eyes appeared only to be two white slits among a sea of black, covering over half of his face. That alone made his piercing stare all the more unnerving, if the red Batman-esque getup wasn't enough. The figure rested his hand on her shoulder, firmly yet gently. His voice was an older teenager's attempt to sound intimidating.

"Give me one good reason not to arrest you."

The attempt had succeeded.

[pishirogane]

Her eyes narrowed and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Of course; a pursuer already. As intimidating as he was, Naoto wasn't going to show any fear or anxiety about this.

"I'm not some experiment for them... not again."

If this costumed individual didn't let her escape, she didn't mind fighting back... though, the hotel might make her do otherwise. Should that really matter while she was cornered like this.

[coldcowl]

Tim could detect the contrived composure, holding back from commenting on her behavior with whatever he calls 'humor.'

"And what happened before, exactly? What were they doing to you?"

[pishirogane]

The scowl on her face didn't leave her. Instead, she looked elsewhere. If she didn't tell him, it'd give him enough reason to drag her off and back to the lab for the reward.

"... They wanted me to conceive for them. It worked... let's leave it at that."

[coldcowl]

A grimace surfaced from what was visible of Tim's face, eyes squinting in both urgency and disgust. Aware that an identity need not be protected on these premises, but still inclined to do so, the vigilante drew a domino mask from his utility belt and put it under his cowl, which he removed, cape and all, to proffer to Naoto. The new, smaller mask made him feel secure, at least.

"And it won't work again. Your confession just confirmed my suspicions of their little project.

Now put this on and follow me."

[pishirogane]

Naoto didn't look back until the items were in front of her. Confusion was evidence as she accepted them, but he wasn't really giving her the time to ask. She slipped both items on and decided she would ask later... Naoto could trust this individual, right?

[coldcowl]

What choice did she have?

Red Robin took her hand and dashed down the corridors, seemingly knowing where passers by wouldn't be. Everything that's occurred so far, from him meeting her to giving her his cowl to retreating to safety--it was premeditated; a plan hinging on the truths of the experiments Naoto had just confirmed.

[pishirogane]

... That was true.

She held on tightly to his hand, running after him. How many times had he been here? There was no one around the route he took her... then again, perhaps he just had a better idea of the layout.