As Vash sits up Azwel nearly falls over, leaning heavily against him. He can't move. He can scarcely think. He tries to push words out but all he manages is a stringy moan.
Unbeknownst to them the door had unlocked and a suit-and-labcoat-clad woman walks in, answering for him without so much as a greeting. "I wouldn't do that. It'll create a neural backblast that'd likely kill him." She steps over to them, fishing a small device from her labcoat pocket. Pressing a button on it creates a shrill electronic noise for a beat and the tiny, spider-like lead retracts its wires with a little snap, withdrawing into the thing on Azwel's head.
"Now it's safe to remove," the woman says causally. She then proceeds to ignore them with the kind of thoughtlessness only laboratory scientists are capable of, her attention focussed on the screens, instead.
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Date: 2019-05-25 06:30 am (UTC)Unbeknownst to them the door had unlocked and a suit-and-labcoat-clad woman walks in, answering for him without so much as a greeting. "I wouldn't do that. It'll create a neural backblast that'd likely kill him." She steps over to them, fishing a small device from her labcoat pocket. Pressing a button on it creates a shrill electronic noise for a beat and the tiny, spider-like lead retracts its wires with a little snap, withdrawing into the thing on Azwel's head.
"Now it's safe to remove," the woman says causally. She then proceeds to ignore them with the kind of thoughtlessness only laboratory scientists are capable of, her attention focussed on the screens, instead.