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[letstalkshop]

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The drugs don't keep working as well as Delia would like.  She gets her scans, her initial examinations, but she doesn't get to the interesting stuff, the hands-on, internal exams, before they begin to wear off.

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[no_fortunes]

After a few minutes of being unconscious, Ichimonji had reverted to a more human appearance. Not that this would have meant anything other than his armor disappearing.

He stirs, making the noises of someone dangerously close to waking up, and opens his eyes. "Bwuh? Paris?"

...Yes. Yes, it's Paris.

[letstalkshop]

"Mmm." A noncommittal sound, and a sting to his arm as she tries to find another dose that will keep him under, another drug.

[no_fortunes]

Agh. Needlepricks. Those get annoying when you're trying to wake up. He tries to jerk his arm away and... "What?" Blearily, he blinks his eyes, noting the straps.

Right. Enough of that shit. He jerks his left arm up violently, ripping the bonds from their fastening point. It's never a good thing, waking up to needles. He tries to sit up, looking around for... Well, anyone. "What's going on here?"

[letstalkshop]

There's only Delia, in a well-lit small laboratory. The table he's lying on is bare, but for the straps, with a drain between his heels and a bright lamp right above it. And against the far wall are two long pods, the sort that might contain a human body.

Delia edges back, the needle still on her cybernetic hands, raised between them. "You were injured. I've been treating you. Do you remember me?"