A familiar voice replies, if somewhat vaguely. "Who? Put him... put him on the table. No, the one I prepared."
When they secure Vash by his wrists and ankles to the strangely cushioned table--almost more like a bed--they step aside and the two are afforded a good look at each other. And Azwel doesn't appear to be any more willing than Vash is, if the device round his head is any indication. A lead extends from it, pressing itself into the skin of his forehead and anchored by tiny wires so that it appears to cling like a metallic spider. A small green light winks slowly on the device.
"We'll leave you to it, then," the lead staffer says. "Report your progress within three hours." With that they file out.
There's a pause. Azwel steps forward to look at his subject and it's as though there's no recognition. His face is blank. His eyes are blank. And yet he reaches out with steady hands to move a strange, almost insectile array of lights and sensors, clicking its many spindly arms into place.
no subject
When they secure Vash by his wrists and ankles to the strangely cushioned table--almost more like a bed--they step aside and the two are afforded a good look at each other. And Azwel doesn't appear to be any more willing than Vash is, if the device round his head is any indication. A lead extends from it, pressing itself into the skin of his forehead and anchored by tiny wires so that it appears to cling like a metallic spider. A small green light winks slowly on the device.
"We'll leave you to it, then," the lead staffer says. "Report your progress within three hours." With that they file out.
There's a pause. Azwel steps forward to look at his subject and it's as though there's no recognition. His face is blank. His eyes are blank. And yet he reaches out with steady hands to move a strange, almost insectile array of lights and sensors, clicking its many spindly arms into place.