"Oh..." Roger says, letting go of Cyan hand. He watched as she left. He could feel what felt like a migraine stirring up a storm in his crown. He grimaced and went to the medbay where he would rest. For once, he would actually be following orders.
When everyone had left the room, going their separate ways, Lucielle was left along in the kitchen with only the sound of music to keep her company. When she was done with her meal, she collected all remaining dishes and piled them up in the sink after rinsing them off. Just as she was about to exit the room, something yellow and red caught her eye.

Lying on the coffee table was the communicator Natasha had left just last night. She walks over to it, picking it up. When she did so, the holographic screen popped up. The same fifteen dashes Roger and Natasha had saw where still there, waiting patiently to be cracked.

"Lucielle sits down on the couch, clicking on various parts of the screen until she hears a ping. The communicator hadn't been unlocked, but it brought to another screen with photos on it. She proceeded to look through them.

*A roaring growl was heard in the gym, Cyan was the only one in there and it boomed throughout the submarine, waking everyone towards its attention*

Lucielle, being easily frightened by the growl, barges into Roger's room. She was still holding the communicator in her hand, but Roger was too startled by her sudden entrance to realize she had it.
"Lucielle! What happ--?" The growl continued. Roger signals Lucielle to go behind him, grabbing his gun from his holster that was resting on the night stand next to the bed.
"What was that?" He asked aloud, not directly to anyone.
"It came from the gym," Lucielle answered. She clung onto her father just as she had done to Natasha the night before. She followed to the doorway slowly. When he opened the door, they were met with Natasha. Her eyes widened when she saw them open the door before knocking.
"Did you hear that?" She yawned, rubbing her eyes with the robe's sleeve.
The three of them made to the gym, both girls following Roger behind closely.

"Cyan's in there..." Lucielle informs.
"Well, after that growl, I don't even know if that is 'Cyan' anymore. It sounded so abnormal, it sounded nothing like a human at all!" Roger said, placing hand on the handle of the door. He wrapped his fingers around it slowly.
"Let me go first..." Natasha says, putting her hand on his hand. He looks at her. "It's a better safety precaution. Your pistol is not as fast as my telepathy-- that's if I need to use it... Plus, if Cyan 's in a destructive state, she may be more inclined to hurt, causing the need for a quick apprehension." Natasha explains. Roger nods his head, and Natasha opens the gym door.

*Their eyes were met with Cyan fighting her brother that she killed before, Cyan had multiple tenerils and the sharp obsidian gloves covered both her hands, some tendrils had obsidian blade like tips, axes, swords. Her brother had the same power as her though she had only found out when a sword was put through her back. Cyan was currently holding ground and fighting back but both Cyan and her brother were being thrown around the gym, Cyans tattoo sleeve was glowing and her right eye was glowing too*

*Cyan had let out another booming growl and slashed at her brother, Cyan was known for being a bad.@$$ but putting her own life on the line to protect the others from a demon they can't kill was a hero-ly bad.@$$ to do.*

Heroic-ly*))

You keep dying on me XD))

"That's the man from my dream, I told you, I told you all!" Lucielle yelled. "He was--" Before Lucielle could get anymore out, Natasha had clamped her hand on the girl's mouth. Natasha pulled the door back before the three of them were noticed.
"Roger, take Lucielle and hide." Natasha orders, walking into the gym.
"And leave you and Cyan with that man?! Don't tell me you're going to try and fight him with Cyan." Roger objected.
"I'll only fight if the time comes, and if it's necessary. Until than, I'll help Cyan in small ways."
"Nat, that looks dangerous--" Natasha turned around and gave him a grumpy look.

"Don't make me tell you 'that was an order.' Just do it please..." Roger rolls his eyes. He preferred Natasha to be on the sidelines, but he knew his battle tactics were rusty. It had been awhile since he had taken someone head on.

Roger picks up Lucielle and dashes away, but not before hugging Natasha. This time, it wasn't awkward.

Natasha opens the door again and slips behind some of the gym equipment undetected

((Sorry, I'm getting a bit tired))

Its fine))
*Cyan kicked her brother down and started tearing flesh away from him, the fight was already over, Cyan clamped her teeth down on his throat and ripped his throat out, letting him bleed out, then she took one of her golden deagles out and splattered his brain across the floor.
When the fight was over, cyan was covered in cuts and bruises. she droped the gun and fell to her knees. the tendrils and obsidian gloves disappeared, and cyan spit the chunk of throat out.*

*Cyan began to tear up, she punched the hard concrete floor but she didn't ever burst out crying*

Natasha couldn't even get up to her feet without the need to cover her mouth. After seeing the remain of a ripped throat, more blood, and torn flesh, it was no use. What had been her breakfast was already spilling out of moth as she threw everywhere. The smell of it only made her stomach churn worst.
The door to the gym swung opened, and Roger was standing there. He saw Natasha behind a couple of boxes, hurling as if she would never stop. Then, there was Cyan, on her knees, on the floor.
"I left for two seconds. What the heck happened?" Roger asks, still standing at the door.
"She fought that man a-and--" Natasha held up her index finger to Roger, pausing herself as she breathed heavily. When Roger heard her gagging, he went over to Cyan and helped her stand.
"Are you alright? Who was that guy, and how did he get into the sub?" He asked. He knew he was throwing a lot of questions, but he was as alerted as possible right now.

*Cyan grabbed her throat and shook her head, Roger suddenly realized that the there was blood around her throat, he severed Cyan's windpipe which is why she was only able to call out with a roar, she couldn't speak*

"Uh, Natasha!" Roger called, anxiety filled his voice once he realized the problem. Natasha ran over, still gagging and trying to wiped her mouth to get rid of the substance.
"Get her on the ground now, but not completely," Natasha commanded, and Roger did as he was told. He made Cyan lean back a bit onto the floor as Natasha rushed to her other side. Nat plops down beside Cy and gets to work examining the wound.

"Is there any blood in her windpipes?" Roger questions. Some of his medical training was coming back to him in the sudden moment.
"No," Natasha answered. She held out her hand as if she was waiting for something to come to her. "We need to stop the bleeding and quickly. If the brain loses too much oxygen, further damage will be done." Just as Natasha finished her sentenced, a gauze came zooming through the air and flew right into her hand, followed by a medkit and several other tools. She had been using her telekinesis to call them to her.
"Wrap the gauze around 'here' when I say so," Natasha instructs, reaching into the medkit. The two of them worked on Cyan for a bit until her neck had been dressed and the the amount of blood loss had been decreased.

"We need to get her to the medbay now to check her vitals," Natasha continued to order Roger. Roger went to pick up Cyan, but as he did so, Natasha extended her arm out to him.
"She needs to carried carefully." She explained, emphasizes the importance of the matter. Roger picked up Cyan's head, Natasha grabbed her feet, and the two of them carry her out.

((I'm about to pass out! I'm going to bed, good night!))

((Goodnight))
*Cyan pushed them both off and stood up, shaking her head and walking out of the gym, walking into their bedroom and into the bathroom, healing her throat. She then came out and wrote*
"Give it a week and I'll be able to talk again."
*She then gave the note to Natasha and headed back into the bedroom, laying down and looking at the ceiling*

((Good morning))
Roger and Ntasha stare at each for some time.

"Did she just walk out of the room?" Roger asks. It was a rhetorical question, but Natasha still answered with a slight nod.

"Ans she was just bleeding iur from a severed neck... that's not f*cking normal...." Roger say, and Natasha faceplams herself.
"I thought we got over the fact that some of us here aren't completely whatever defines 'normal' nowadays Roger." Natasha runs her head. "I'm going to bed..." she days, walking back to her and Cyan's room.

Goodmorning))

*Cyan signed "I love you" to Natasha before laying on her side and cuddling Natasha as they took a nap*

*Natasha didn't even know Cyan knew sign language so that was a slight surprise*

((Also, I have an awareness rant in my gallery about my heterochromia if you wanna check that out, I also have details about me in my Bio and what I look like IRL in my profile picture.))

Natasha curled up onto the bed when she got into the tiim, sleeping next to Cyan with the TV on.
When Roger left the gym, he walked past the living room and into his room where he had hidden Lucielle. He knocked three times, followed by a long pause and another quick knock. Lucielle opened the door.
"The coast is clear." He whispered. When he came into the room, he finally noticed Lucielle had the communicator.
"Luci, where'd you get that?" He asks, taking it from her.
"Ir was just lying on the coffee table. I found some pictures of it though. It's a weird device." Lucielle says. She didn't know it was used for sending messages, but she knew it had the colore of the enemy. Red for blood, yellow for victory-- no matter the steps needed to achieve that victory.

Roger clocks the side of the communicator wne the pictures Lucielle had been viewing earlier appeared. He stared at them while sitting on his bed.
"Father?" Lucielle asked.

"Yes, Lucielle?"
"That man was in my dream last night. The one Cyan fought." She explained, sitting on the bed next to him. "Isn't that abnormal?"
Roger sighs. "Everything now is abnormal Luci. Nothing's 'normal' anymore. It may have just be a coincidence. Some humans have had dreams in the past giving them warnings before. Perhaps you just had one of those." He got up and got a pair of gloves from the side.
"I'll be back. I have to go clean the mess in the gym." Roger says.

"May I tag along. I want to see it." Lucielle asks cautiously.
"You want to see the aftermath of a bloody fight between two-- whatever the heck Cyan is-- beings?" Roger looked a bit disturbed by her request, but it was expected. Just like her mother, the fascination of death continued to intrigue Lucielle. He shrugged and let her come with him as he gathered thr materials needed to clean up the mess. That communicator was left in his room, but it was still on his mind.

*Cyan just continued napping and cuddling Natasha*
(Because Idrk what to say rn.)

Natasha snuggles next to Cyan. She wasn't talking jn her sleep like how she had been before, but she was still breathing heavily.
((Fime skip to dusk?))

Sure))

The second day of waiting for rescue was coming to an end. As the sun kissed the horizon of the earth, the group continued in with their lives under the navy ocean.

Natasha woke up finally after hours on end. She got up and stretched her arms to the sky. She could feel a small headcahe in the back of her head, but it wasn't as bothersome as her past one was. She was a bit confused when she didn't see Cyan laying next to her watching the television. That had been the routine ever since the had been together.

Roger had been in his room watching Lucielle-- out of all people-- find clues to the second clue for the second dash. Lucielle, out of all people, was the one cracking the code. She had a knack for it, there was just no other explanation.

*Cyan walked out of the bathroom and smiled warmly, waving a goodmorning to Natasha. Cyan then hopped over Natasha and landed on her own side of the bed.*

"Gee, was I really out the whole day?!" Natasha asks, looking out at the dark water. She could tell the sun had gone by now. "How are you feeling after that little... 'Incident'?" Nat asks, leaning over to check Cyan's dressing around her neck.

*Cyan signed "Okay, I'll be fine in a week." Cyan then hugged Natasha tightly and kissed her, smiling brightly.*

Natasha raises an eyebrow and looks over towards the paper she had received from Cyan upon hours ago. "I thought you wouldn't be able to talk for a week according to what you wrote on that paper...?" She tilted her head a bit.

*Cyan signed "I just signed that...? Did I not?" And raised an eyebrow. Questioning what she did wrong.*

((Cyan is using Sign language, not speaking))

((Did you die or something?))

Natasha looked away in confusion before she lo ls back at Cyan. "No, you signed it perfectly. I think I'm just feeling groggy from all the sleeping I've just done. My mistake," she apologized, smiling nervously. There was a question on her mind, but she figured it would be better to ask later.
"I'm going to make tea... Do you want me to make you some? Or do you want anything else from the kitchen?" Natasha asks while strolling to the wardrobe and pulling out another night gown to wear for tonight.

((1. I didn't see that you wrote 'signed' because I was that tired, and 2. yes, I did die/ pass out yesterday))

*Cyan signed "Just plain black coffee, please..." and smiled at Natasha, then looking at the TV and turning it on.*

"Alright, one bitter coffee, coming up!" She chuckles a bit, and leaves Cyan to walk TV.
"So, this must be the next dash in the sentence." A voice came from Roger's room. It was Lucielle.
Natasha knocks on the door, even though it was slightly ajar. Roger invited her in, and then focused back on the communicator.
"I see I've stepped in on father and daughter bonding time," Natasha smiles warmly at Roger. Roger nods a bit.
"More like cracking the alien password, it you could say that too." He corrects, and Lucielle squeals. "I think I understand the next one father!"

Natasha walks over to the side of the bed where Lucielle and Roger were sitting. She looked over the excited girl's shoulder to see five dashes had been discovered.

"Oh, I had completely forgot about taking a look at the communicator. But, I guess that's under control." Natasha ruffles Lucielle's hair, making her giggle. "What does it day?"

"Nothing so far," Roger answers. "It's just scrambled symbols. We'll have to crack them, but once we've done that, we can translate them to German." Roger says.
"Preferably English," Natasha softly says. "Anyesys, I came to ask if you could make coffee for Cyan because.. I can't really. It makes my head feel like it's going to explode..." Natasha requests. The smell of coffee always triggered her migraine, the smell alone nauseated her. She could never explain why.
"Alright," Roger agreed, getting up from the edge of the bed. Before he left he says, "keep up the good work 'thumper'," to Lucielle. Lucielle responded with a nod, and then he left.

*Cyan continued to watch TV.
Cyan was a tech genius and could probably crack the communicator open with some time but no one had given it to her so she couldn't really do anything about it until someone gave her the communicator*

Roger left the girls with the communicator. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed the ground coffee beans. As he began to pour them into the coffee maker, he saw a familiar face out of his peripheral vision sitting at the table. He heard her drumming her fingers on the table, tsk-ing away.

"shut it..." Roger growled under his breath.
The tsk-ing stopped.
And then the tsk-ing commenced.
"I said shut it!" He swerved around to find no one sitting at the table. No one had been in the room but him. The woman was gone. He let out a sigh and continued making the beverage.

Natasha heard Roger yell from afar, but she stayed put with Lucielle. She did, however, walk towards the door and peeked her head out. It seemed Roger was still in the kitchen

*Cyan got up holding her gold-deagle, walking out of the room and looking at Roger confused, she could not voice her confusion though, ofcourse.
Cyan sorta just looked at him and then walked into the control room, still holding her golden deagles.*

((We might need RP number 7 soon, Lagging has gotten bad with loading comments on here))

((The new rp is up))