As though confident she had made her point, the researcher returns to the controls, coolly entering commands.
Resurrected. It's a word Azwel never thought would be applied to him before this place happened, mainly because he knew it was an impossibility for even the most brilliant of alchemists or sorcerers. But they throw it about so casually, here. He wonders, briefly, if he'd come back free of pain. Then he wonders why on earth he'd ever seriously consider such a thing.
Then he stops wondering as the buzzing steals his thoughts and makes him sit up, whereupon he notices the sensors attached to his skin, even though the buzzing ensures he can't actually ponder its meaning. The green light glows steadily on the device.
"We will, of course, be using the orgone sensors again," the researcher states calmly, entering more commands. "And we will need you to filter the data again."
Azwel shivers, the only reaction he can manage before his body moves, rolling onto his hands and knees and then swinging a leg over Vash so that he straddled him again. Once more he reaches over Vash and moves some of the sensors in answer to a code only he can see. Once more he attaches the sensors to him with caressing hands.
The researcher leaves the room, and a beat later that musky-smelling gas starts to seep into the room.
Azwel looks tired. Very tired. And yet he leans forward and whispers. "I forgive you," before te device flashes red and he twitches slightly.
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Date: 2019-05-25 01:47 pm (UTC)Resurrected. It's a word Azwel never thought would be applied to him before this place happened, mainly because he knew it was an impossibility for even the most brilliant of alchemists or sorcerers. But they throw it about so casually, here. He wonders, briefly, if he'd come back free of pain. Then he wonders why on earth he'd ever seriously consider such a thing.
Then he stops wondering as the buzzing steals his thoughts and makes him sit up, whereupon he notices the sensors attached to his skin, even though the buzzing ensures he can't actually ponder its meaning. The green light glows steadily on the device.
"We will, of course, be using the orgone sensors again," the researcher states calmly, entering more commands. "And we will need you to filter the data again."
Azwel shivers, the only reaction he can manage before his body moves, rolling onto his hands and knees and then swinging a leg over Vash so that he straddled him again. Once more he reaches over Vash and moves some of the sensors in answer to a code only he can see. Once more he attaches the sensors to him with caressing hands.
The researcher leaves the room, and a beat later that musky-smelling gas starts to seep into the room.
Azwel looks tired. Very tired. And yet he leans forward and whispers. "I forgive you," before te device flashes red and he twitches slightly.