x09 [visual] when you come back you’ll find everything has changed -
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That morning Yana had found himself awkwardly on the floor, wedged in a corner formed by a bed and wall, completely uncertain of his surroundings. He had little clue that the body he was in was not his, having enough cramping from his odd positioning that it felt the same, and the drumming was quietly ticking away as always.
It was only through muscle memory that Yana was able to figure out the tablet so quickly, even though he was giving it a perplexed look - he had never before seen the device. “Fascinating,” he murmurs, and then he remembers that he had turned it on and he gingerly places it back down.
“Hello there,” he greets, folding his hands before him, “I’m under the belief that this is a comm system, yes?” It felt familiar to him. “You see… I’m not quite sure how it is I arrived here. I’ve never seen any room like this in the Silo… it certainly isn’t my lab…” In fact, it was the room that the Master used within the Sanctuary.
He frowns, easing back. For those that knew the Master, they would be able to recognize that his voice was wrong, and even the way he carried himself was different. He takes another moment to really look around the small room, trying to get a feel or perhaps stir up any hidden memories, but nothing turns up. “I do wonder if the children made it to Utopia…” he thoughtfully says to himself, and then he takes notice to the wristet infused to his skin. “What in god’s name…?”
That morning Yana had found himself awkwardly on the floor, wedged in a corner formed by a bed and wall, completely uncertain of his surroundings. He had little clue that the body he was in was not his, having enough cramping from his odd positioning that it felt the same, and the drumming was quietly ticking away as always.
It was only through muscle memory that Yana was able to figure out the tablet so quickly, even though he was giving it a perplexed look - he had never before seen the device. “Fascinating,” he murmurs, and then he remembers that he had turned it on and he gingerly places it back down.
“Hello there,” he greets, folding his hands before him, “I’m under the belief that this is a comm system, yes?” It felt familiar to him. “You see… I’m not quite sure how it is I arrived here. I’ve never seen any room like this in the Silo… it certainly isn’t my lab…” In fact, it was the room that the Master used within the Sanctuary.
He frowns, easing back. For those that knew the Master, they would be able to recognize that his voice was wrong, and even the way he carried himself was different. He takes another moment to really look around the small room, trying to get a feel or perhaps stir up any hidden memories, but nothing turns up. “I do wonder if the children made it to Utopia…” he thoughtfully says to himself, and then he takes notice to the wristet infused to his skin. “What in god’s name…?”