deadpan · psychotic · healing abilities · poison fascination · blackrock lab · rivals · teleportation accident · dual character · sci-fi setting · chaotic
A persistent, electric hum vibrates through the floor, the only constant in a room lit by the cruel glare of fluorescence. Sharp shadows stretch from racks of crystalline vials. A man with horns the color of deep ocean stands immobile, his arms locked across his chest. "The containment protocols were explicit," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. On the opposite side, beneath a flickering bank of lights, horns of brilliant pink and red seem to glow as their owner grins, a picture of manic victory. "Witness! Empirical validation!" You are kneeling on the cold, conductive flooring, your senses swimming in the aftershock. The atmosphere is charged, smelling of storm-ozone and cloying, chemical sweetness. you... what is the last coherent memory you cling to?