06-27-2018, 01:20 PM
Koal wasn't exactly sure what happened after that moment. In that single, horrid, blood-haze of a moment, all Koal could feel was panic. With panic came Koal's instinct to fight back. He could vaguely call the memory forth, like a half-forgotten dream that you couldn't quite place once you woke up.
A snarl and his powers resurfacing for a moment.
A demonic screech and a lash of his claws, and a cry of pain.
Stun batons burning even more scars into his already marked and mutilated skin.
"...Damn kid, Doc was right, you got a thing for murder." Koal found the voice of the Stormtrooper to be just like the rest of them: hidden behind a layer of electronic white noise and very, very, annoying.
Koal could do little but glare at him. If looks could kill, the man would be dead before you could say "Oh no". When he had awoken from his pain-induced stupor, Koal had found his mouth bound with a muzzle, a reinforced straitjacket holding his arms at a painful angle across his chest, and a large, red-haired man sitting across from his, eyeing him with an unreadable gaze. The Infernal Swordsman would have made a sarcastic comment if he could talk, maybe even joked a bit with the monstrous Prime.
With nothing else to do, Koal ran his eyes over his companion's body, analyzing the prime for weakness. Lean, coiled muscles wrapped around his frame. And even though he was sitting down now, Koal recalled his immense height, towering over everyone else who had been in that interrogation room. A veritable powerhouse of a person, of that Koal had no doubt. And yet, he also sensed a definite sense of goodness that surrounded him. Eyes moving up his body, Koal then took in the man's facial features. Sharp lines and high cheekbones gave a distinctly... wolfish look to the man. That was when he locked eyes with his once more, blood-red meeting a warm crimson, and Koal found he couldn't tear his gaze away. That continued for a while, Koal wasn't really aware of the passing of time at this point, until the other prime shifted and sat a little bit straighter.
"I'd like to take that muzzle off, but I was told I wasn't allowed to."
Letting his eyes focus once more on his face, Koal attempted to shrug. Keyword being attempted. As he hiked his shoulders up, Koal felt the chains and bindings dig painfully into his fresh wounds. Dropping them quickly, Koal forced back any sort of noise, his eyes flashing with pain and anger as he looked at the solider in the corner of the room.
"Estimated time of arrival is five minutes out. Prep the prisoner and the test subject for departure." A distinctly female voice rang out over the ship's intercom, and the Stormtrooper moved almost instantly after the order was given, walking forward to throw another set of manacles onto Koal's wrists and ankles before unchaining him from the wall. Koal was dragged to his feet, his muffled growls of pain and protest promptly ignored as we was marched to the bay doors. AT this point, Koal could feel the noticeable shift in the body as the airship decelerated. Somewhere is his head, he heard the air-pressure door that led to the containment room open and close.
"Orders currently stand to transport the Prisoner to the Lab immediately to meet the Headmistress. The Big Prime here... Dust, was it? Is to follow me after landing to be escorted to holding and be processed and prepped for experimentation." The voice was pleasant enough, with smooth articulation and a bit more inflection on certain words than he was used to. Again, Koal was sure something about that voice was familiar, but as he furrowed his brows and his thoughts began to race, he couldn't place it.
"Understood." He heard a sharp noise, most likely a salute, and a small bit of shuffling cloth.
"If you would follow me, Dust, and I'll take you to where you and I will be departing from this particular group."
Koal heard the hiss of pressurized air twice more, and then nothing.
Nothing and no one, save for himself, the Stormtrooper, and the tension that hung in the air.
A snarl and his powers resurfacing for a moment.
A demonic screech and a lash of his claws, and a cry of pain.
Stun batons burning even more scars into his already marked and mutilated skin.
"...Damn kid, Doc was right, you got a thing for murder." Koal found the voice of the Stormtrooper to be just like the rest of them: hidden behind a layer of electronic white noise and very, very, annoying.
Koal could do little but glare at him. If looks could kill, the man would be dead before you could say "Oh no". When he had awoken from his pain-induced stupor, Koal had found his mouth bound with a muzzle, a reinforced straitjacket holding his arms at a painful angle across his chest, and a large, red-haired man sitting across from his, eyeing him with an unreadable gaze. The Infernal Swordsman would have made a sarcastic comment if he could talk, maybe even joked a bit with the monstrous Prime.
With nothing else to do, Koal ran his eyes over his companion's body, analyzing the prime for weakness. Lean, coiled muscles wrapped around his frame. And even though he was sitting down now, Koal recalled his immense height, towering over everyone else who had been in that interrogation room. A veritable powerhouse of a person, of that Koal had no doubt. And yet, he also sensed a definite sense of goodness that surrounded him. Eyes moving up his body, Koal then took in the man's facial features. Sharp lines and high cheekbones gave a distinctly... wolfish look to the man. That was when he locked eyes with his once more, blood-red meeting a warm crimson, and Koal found he couldn't tear his gaze away. That continued for a while, Koal wasn't really aware of the passing of time at this point, until the other prime shifted and sat a little bit straighter.
"I'd like to take that muzzle off, but I was told I wasn't allowed to."
Letting his eyes focus once more on his face, Koal attempted to shrug. Keyword being attempted. As he hiked his shoulders up, Koal felt the chains and bindings dig painfully into his fresh wounds. Dropping them quickly, Koal forced back any sort of noise, his eyes flashing with pain and anger as he looked at the solider in the corner of the room.
"Estimated time of arrival is five minutes out. Prep the prisoner and the test subject for departure." A distinctly female voice rang out over the ship's intercom, and the Stormtrooper moved almost instantly after the order was given, walking forward to throw another set of manacles onto Koal's wrists and ankles before unchaining him from the wall. Koal was dragged to his feet, his muffled growls of pain and protest promptly ignored as we was marched to the bay doors. AT this point, Koal could feel the noticeable shift in the body as the airship decelerated. Somewhere is his head, he heard the air-pressure door that led to the containment room open and close.
"Orders currently stand to transport the Prisoner to the Lab immediately to meet the Headmistress. The Big Prime here... Dust, was it? Is to follow me after landing to be escorted to holding and be processed and prepped for experimentation." The voice was pleasant enough, with smooth articulation and a bit more inflection on certain words than he was used to. Again, Koal was sure something about that voice was familiar, but as he furrowed his brows and his thoughts began to race, he couldn't place it.
"Understood." He heard a sharp noise, most likely a salute, and a small bit of shuffling cloth.
"If you would follow me, Dust, and I'll take you to where you and I will be departing from this particular group."
Koal heard the hiss of pressurized air twice more, and then nothing.
Nothing and no one, save for himself, the Stormtrooper, and the tension that hung in the air.
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables