Roland « 005

[whowillguardyou]

Who: Roland, Any Embryon in the base or any friend of an Embryon who might want to drop by.
Where: Muladhara (Embryon Base, Industrial District)
Style: Any
Status: open to the above

[I thought we might want a general "aftereffects of the hunger event" post.

If you want Roland, he'll be trying to sleep and will groan when poked.]

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[phantomfenton]

Danny's never been inside the Embryon base, before. At most, he's only seen it from the exterior, and even then from a distance. It's not a lack of interest that's kept him--it's been a healthy supply of caution.

Even with Heat gone, and with countless assurances and reasons to think otherwise, he still doesn't feel safe. Not around the Embryon. It doesn't matter that they've taken measures--he just can't get past the fact that he knows what they can do. If they were to lose control, even just for a little bit...

Danny shakes his head, phasing through another wall. Thoughts like that're only making him jumpy, and that's not helping at all. "Where is everyone?" he mumbles, finding yet another empty room. He goes through another wall, and--"Finally!"

Danny lightly touches his feet to the floor, ending his ghostly-flight. "Hey, uh--... Hello?" Hi, Roland. Have a not-keeping-quiet-at-all ghost kid standing a few feet away, looking at you.

[whowillguardyou]

Roland heard the voice, recognized it from somewhere, but didn't relish the idea of pulling together enough energy to address it. His face buried in a pillow, he pried one eye open to regard the boy through the blurred vision his lack of glasses provided.

...How did he get into the base?

Feeling like a very sore beached whale, the man groaned and rolled onto his side. He'd removed his jacket and attempted to clean himself up some, but a full out bath required too much energy. As did sitting up, at the moment.

"...You need something?" Better questions could wait.

*So, so sorry for lateness--finals are on. ;_;*

[phantomfenton]

Danny looks back down at him, lifting his eyebrows. This... isn't exactly what he was expecting to find. (So much for that never-turn-your-back-on-them-killing-machines image.)

"Yeah," he says bluntly, not nearly thrown-off enough to leave the poor man to suffer in peace. "I wanted to ask--you guys still have enough of those supplements, right?" He waves his hands a little, suddenly struggling for words. "You know... even after all this--well, 'craziness', lately?"