Roger halted in his tracks when he saw her again. She nodded to him.
“It appears you have alien life on board. Care to explain?” She crossed her arms, not to intimate. She was smiling.
“Honestly, we found this cat that Lucielle wanted to keep—which I told her not to, but she still did…” Roger paused for a second to think. “I don’t even know where the tiger came from. It was just there with Lucielle next to it one day in Nat and Cyan’s room.”
“Nat and Cyan’s room?” Abbott repeated. She motioned him to follow her down the hall.
“Yeah. They’re together now.” He answered. Abbott nodded, and there was a moment of silence before Roger questioned Abbott.
“You’re not going to record that?”
“No, why would I?”
Roger raised a brow. “You’re apart of the government… A totalitarian government…” Abbott just smile grew wider as she shrugged. It was an honest gesture, but strange.

Natasha pulls away from Cyan, and looks over at her sister. She saw her sister’s eyes change colors for a bit. Her cheek muscles were pushing in a bit, and her jaw had become longer. She had never known Lena was able to do that.

*Cyan looked at Len--... Jane and suddenly just went straight pokerface*
"Since when are you able to do that?"

"For awhile now...." Jane's voice trailed off. When Nat pointed out her model wasn't supposed to do that, her sister answered with, "I've made some modifications over the years."

With that, Jane's cheeks has fully sunken and her green eyes turned to brown. Her hair had remained blonde. Stil curly but clumped together from her pulling it out awhile ago. Roger had tried to style it as best as be could before.

A siren went off, startling Natasha. Ir was time to go.

The sound of the sub's hatched filled the air. From whichever room you were in, you could hear it locked, as it emerged itself into the water and started moving forward.

"No need to be alarmed. We're just using the helicarrier to pull the sub to the mainland. We should be there in about an hour."

"In an hour? But it took you guys two weeks to get here?"

Abbott nodded. "Yes, it will take anyone two weeks to get somewhere with zombie infested waters. We cleared the way for you." She continued forward. "You're welcome."

The two continued talking about the war and the government-- the usual talk.

*Cyan sighed and looked around, she walked back into the couples room and layed down on the bed, pulling out her knife and flipping/twirling it around her fingers. Cyan had the urge to cut but she had to cope and keep her word. Cyan looked at Misty and smiled, petting her with the free hand.*

((Uh... Hello?))

((Hey!-- just woke up. Heads up, I'll be able to comment more since I'm off for the week))

Lucielle awkwardly watched Cyan from the corner of the room slightly behind the bed. She didn't think anyone would come in for a while. Frodo was laying on top of her legs, content with the small beam of light hitting his back through the curtains. He left our a small 'meow' and licked his paw.

((So i ripped most of the skin off my index finger today while freerunning.)) ._.

"So, cracked anything else on that thing?"
*She looked at Lucielle with a warm smile and a calm voice*

((Yikes...)

"I found somethin'..." Lucielle turns the screen around so it faces Cyan.

On it was a large paragraph of lines, similar to traditional chinese but some were swirly and dotted-- just like Arabic writing.

"I didn't know at first if it was just random lines that had been written on here, so I used a frequency tracker--" she held up her dad's communicator-- "and five symbols kept coming up. They're in every group of lines so they could be vowels, or numbers. I just don't know what they mean..." Lucielle seemed slightly roud of herself.

Frodo meowed, burying his face in his paws.

*Cyan's eyes widened as she chuckled*
"You're quite the detective! That's pretty impressive!"

"Thanks..." Lucielle picks herself up from the carpeted floor, dusting herself off as she did so. Her eyes went from Cyan to the knife.
Her smile disappeared altogether.

"Are you ok?" Her voice was low. She remembering the last time she found Cyan with with a knife-- slit wrists and all.

*Cyan smiled without looking at the knife*
"No... But yeah, I'm fine. Just on edge and craving pain. I promised Natasha though... I'm not going to hurt myself on purpose. Thanks for your concern. You seem like you're 16 and I've known your dad for 7 years. I know he didn't teach ypu hpw to adult in that amount of time"

Lucielle slowly nods her head. "Yeah... Dad couldn't teach me much back then since he was always at war. And Ma couldn't teach me anything because she--" Lucielle stops herself, sniffles, and shakes her head. She hugs Cyan tightly.

Frodo meowed in the background.

*Cyan hugged Lucielle, she smiled and hushed Lucielle*
"I--... I know, shhh... You're okay... We're okay..."

Lucielle rubbed her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed red. When she removed her hand from her face, there wasn't sorrow or grief in her eyes, she was angry. At her mother specifically.
"Thanks..." she huffs, sniffing a bit more before putting rhr communicators in her back pockets.

*She smiled but there was no emotion behind it.*
"You're okay, and even if she's not here, we'll all make it together."

Lucielle looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't. She kept going on her way. Frodo meowed, purring and rubbing against Cyan's leg.

The submarine was slowing down. They would be getting out soon.

*Cyan gently stroked Frodo's soft fur, laying on the bed with the cat in her arms, She sighed as she slowly began to close her eyes, falling asleep soon enough with Frodo on her stomach*

Frodo purrs. He tucked his feet in and rolled up into on Cyan's stomach. He enjoyed being petted, as any cat would.

The submarine tugged along with the helicarrier. The man in the hazmat suit looked down at the communicator, then set it aside on the desk. The mainland was just ahead.
"--I was assigned into the scientific field for a bit before they put me in the military phases, then the teaming--" Abbott and Roger were still talking as the roamed the same hall. When the got to the end, they would about face as they had been taught in camp to do, then unsubconciously march back to the other end. Just like soliders.

"Any hobbies?"

"You has time for those?"

"Huh... I feel a little more fortunate." Roger rests his hands in his pockets. He was enjoying their little chat, but something was off. "Y'know, you've been asking about me a lot..." He caught on. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"

Abbott paused, then nodded. "Very well. I was apart of the army for some time. About two decades." When she saw his eyes asking questions, she told him her age. It was his turn to nod.

"Do you have any family?" Roger asked. Abbott shrugged.
"If your definition of 'family' is by the blood that courses through our veins, then no. If not, yes, I do have one. We're a mismatch of pairings and groups."

The submarine groaned as it continued.

Natasha firmly places her hand on her sister's shoulders.
"So, you got your story together, yes?" Natasha expected a nod from Jane, which she got. She breathed out a breath of relief.

The door to the armory opened and in came slowly was Lucielle. Her face was still flushed and clenched together tightly.
"Lucie, what's wrong?" Lucielle didn't say anything. Natasha bends down to her level, and hugs her tightly.

"So when we get to the mainland," Lena started, returning her sister's attention back to the plan "They'll want to interview me?"

"I planned on telling them you're suffering from a concussion, ptsd and retrograde amnesia that appears to be worsening overtime." Nat slowly strokes Lucielle's hair during the course of the conversation.
"I've gone through this orocess with a 'real' survivor before-- they'll keep all together, then separate by gender into the bases. With Cy and I being together we'll be put together, plus Lucielle being a minor and written under my name legally puts her in my protection. As for you, I'll have to put you as my patient."

"Wouldn't that be odd?" Lena leans back on the wall. She felt her bandage arm rub against her clothes.

"How so?"

"Natasha, you haven't claimed the therapist title in awhile! Now, your suddenly reclaiming something you considered renoucing months prior to laying the position off?"
"All that mattters is that I'm qualified, making it doctors orders. If you get sent to another therapist I'll redirect you back to me as many times as I need to." Natasha held her arm out, motioning Lena to come.

Lena walks over and sits down next to Lucielle and Natasha. The three huddled up.

*Cyan woke up but layed in the bed motionless, she couldn't mlve, she could still stroke Frodo's fur but she couldn't move any thing other than her eyes and the hand laying atop Frodo; Cyan was experiencing sleep paralysis, and she knew she would halucinate demons in the corners of the room. Cyan didn't panic, she knew she would just have to wait for someone to walk into the room and wake her body... So she waited..; gently stroking the sleeping cat's fluffy soft fur.*

Frodo shivered, noticing something was off. Warily, his head rose and his ear flickered.

"Meow..." Frodo stares at Cyan, tapping her nose with his paw repeatedly. Misty was asleep on the side of the bed, growling in her slumber.

"Meeeeeoooooowwwwwwwww" Frodo started to pat Cyan's nose with a little more force. He could sense something was wrong.

Abbott and Roger were still conversing.

"Did we miss anything on our 'vacation'?" Roger asked.

"Not too much, nor too little either. We tried to negotiate with the EVOs, telling them we can live in peace, but they refused. Gala lost fourteen good men and thirteen women that day. I advise you to expect more calamities going forward. This war doesn't seem like it's ending anytime soon..." At the end of the hall, they about faced. Each rose their knees high, with their chests puffed out, and head held in a dignified manner.

"What about group H.A.R.T.?"

Abbott immediatelly halted in her tracks. Her feet felt as if they had been cemented into the ground.

"They were found...." She started. Roger ushered her to go on.
"You will have to take that up with Isaac at the mainland...." She kept walking, leaving Roger behind.
"Are they alive?" Roger trailed after her. "Any of them?"

Abbott kept silent.

*Cyan just blinked and used telepathy to tell Frodo to go get anyone since the door was left cracked open enough for Frodo to fit. Cyan looked at him as her eyes glowed for a moment, suddenly sending the telepathic message into his brain; though Frodo could still think freely, it seemed that getting Cyan help was the main thing on his mind, and Frodo was to get help by any means needed if ignored*

*Suddenly Cyan seemed to notice that it was getting harder to breath, her limbs felt heavier and more locked up, and she seemed to be losing focus in her mind and vision. Cyan began panicking for the first time in awhile, as she slowly realised she might be seizing to death. Cyan had her life flash before her eyes, all the good times and bad ones rushed to her head, she saw how happy her life actually was as of late, her loving girlfriend, Natasha Schullz. Lena Schullz, recently Jane Boyer(Boyde/Boyce or something[?]), Nat's sister, a good friend with trust issues to her. Roger [REDACTED because I forgot his last name], a good comerade and buddy, and his daughter Lucielle... All of the good times to be had wouldn't if Cyan didn't keep herself awake...*

*...Cyan began to see into the future, the good times with Natasha and the others, dates, fun, hanging out. Cyan then saw the bad outcomes. Natasha would know that Cyan would want her to keep going, but eventually break under heart, from stress, and from the grief of losing her beloved; Natasha would eventually end up go out with a [BANG] if Cyan was gone, Lena would start breaking down from the pressure of The Organization and the loss of a siater, no matter how selfish Natasha was once and how much she forced Lena, which would cause her to slowly go insane until they find out Lena isn't Jane and kill her, Roger and Lucielle would have a very hard and miserable future having lost 3 friends, which would damage Luci's mentally growing self in the future. Cyan would be the cause to all of this if she let go. So Cyan kept gripping onto life no matter how hard death was trying to push her way...*

[*Alex 'Cyan' Soraiya is filled with DETERMINATION]

Frodo lept off the bed, scurrying out through the cracked door. The felline skimpered down, picking up on the scent of Roger who ahd been walking down the hall with Abbott.
He saw lthe cat that frantically raced around him, trying to draw his attention, he ignored him. Roger was too busy trying to get information about his comrades, the last of his closests friends, from Abbott. What had become of them? Who had died? Why did H.A.R.T. fail? Was there even one to blame, or was it just pure chance of misfortune.

That seemed to be common nowadays.
Frodo didn't stay long, racing off to the armory where the door had been closed shut. He meowed.
Nothing.

The cat threw his body against the door, trying to bang as loud as possible.
The brass bridge handle of the metallic door turned downwards and it opened. "Frodo?" Natasha questioned. Frodo meowed, and she pet him, then went to sit down.

Frodo meowed again, slamming himself into Natasha's leg.
"What the--?" She turned to the cat, picking him up.

"He seems on edge..." Jane pointed out. She had examined the cat. Her regular red scanning light failed to come on since she deleted the program for it. It was all apart of "becoming more human" to play the role.
Lucielle takes Frodo from Natasha. "What's wrong kitty? Did Cy kick you outta the room?" She cooed, ruffling his fur up.
He had had enough. Time was of the essence.

Lena, Lucielle and Natasha saw the roomgo black, though they hadn't blinked. They watched in bewilderment as Frodo ran in a zig-zag like background, his body shimmering with illuminous balls to what they could only compare to starts in the night sky. His cries seemed otherwordly.... Almost human acutally.

Lucielle and Natasha watched the light show unfold, frightened and yet alluring in a way.

Before Jane could make sense of what happened, her vision became plagued with exclaimations points, alien language she had never seen before, and irregularities. The more she tried to cancel them out, the more they kept coming. She felt the neurons fire up in her brain, like she it was melting from the inside out, heating up from the computer chip placed in it.

There was something about power. Sensory over load. Shutting d--

The tips of her finger tips tingled, her eyes went to the back of her head, and down she came.

"What is happening right now...?"Natasha's voice quaked as she heard a booming, disembodied voice shout Cyan's name. She looked around, then Frodo who was practically glowing at this point. He was the only light source.

"She needs he--" the voice was cut off, and after a blink or two, their setting returned normal. Nat touched the side of her head. She felt nauseous. The young woman stumbled our of the armory, and to the couples room where she sees Cyan having a seizure. Despite her state, Nat rushes over and turnd her girlfriend on her side.
She calls out to Roger, with Abbott surpassing him.

*Cyan vision went dark as soon as she was on her side, but she refused to pass out, for if she did: she knew she wouldn't wake up. This wasn't a shaking twitching frothing seizure, but one that was just paralysis and nothing more. Cyan noticed her lungs getting weaker, but she kept forcing them to breath. Cyan was not giving up no matter what happened, she was staying in this mortal dimension even if... Well it can't really kill her since she won't give up... Oof... But you get the point: CYAN ISN'T GOING TO BREAK!*

Abbott came into the room, already asking questions about Cyan's condition.
"I don't know what happened, I just found her like this right now!" Natasha was trying to answer the questions as well as she could, but her head was still spinning. Something warm was running out her nose, it was blood. She leans against the wall, feeling helpless as Abbott demanded to know where the infirmary was. Nat meekly pointed down the hall, and Abbott grabed Cyan's arms-- Roger grabbed her legs-- and they carried her out towards it in an orderly fashioned way.
Natasha fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and miserably sick. Misty wandered over, elegantly and quietly for such a magnificiant beast such as her. She laid her head down on Natasha's lap, nudging and licking Nat's palms to keep her fainting. Whatever Frodo did drained her completely.

Abbott started to hook Cyan up, to the machines. She placed her hand just a few inches over Cyan's vital organs and a diagnostic came up.
"She's alive.... Somewhat stable... She just can't move. Pretty sure she can hear us too..." Abbott saw Roger draw out a breath of relief. In came Lucielle holding Frodo, holding him up to her father.
"Sweetie, not now. Cyan's not doing so well."

Abbott began to hook Cyan to a life support system, giving her a source of oxygen to help her breathe. She looked genuninely worried for a second, but her face returned to a neutral sense.

*Cyan's vision came back but she was still asfixiated(or however you spell it), she was trying to breath and eventually yelled out something in Latin. Her eyes became brighter and her chest didn't look as pressured down. She sighed and looked around*
"What the hell happened to me?"

"You're an undead!" Ludcielle shouted, and held up Frodo. "And Frodo can talk!" She urged the cat to speak, cheering him and talking about the experience she, Jane and Natasha had shared. Frodo blink and let a small meow. Lucielle seemed disappointed.
"You started seizing but without physical signs." Abbott was checking the computer screens at the moment. "Your lungs also gave out..." A file of Cyan popped up as a hologram over her hand when she held it out.
"Have you ever had any sort of seizures before-- photosensitivity, absence, etc.?" Abbott inquired.

Natasha's head leaned to the side. The roomw was spinning in circles, nauseating her even further. It felt like she had two left feet as she made her way in an ungainly manner towards the bathroom door. Her body slammed on the door as she twisted the knob, and she tripped over onto the rug. She started to hurl.
Jane's system would have normally said 'REBOOTING'. It didn't. She had deleted the progam for that too.
There was just darkness for a few seconds before her eyes fluttered. Something was hammering in her head. She lifted her head a bit, before she let it fall back down again.

"No, I haven't! What the fuck is going on with me?! This is getting stupid, there was no reason for me to have a seizure! I'm a healthy, fit, young, athletic super-solider demon girl! This shouldn't be happening to me..."
*Cyan sighed and looked around, her heterochromic eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light of the medical bay, Cyan was slightly scared but she didn't register it. She looked around again, double-taking*
"Where's Natasha?! Go find her!"

She was in the room when got you." Roger answered. Abbott stood there, still scrolling through Cyan's file. It appeared she was looking for something.

Natasha reached for the beige counter, and hauled herself up onto her feet, struggling to keep her balance. Her hair fell in front of her face, entangled in each. When she pushes it aside, she was met with an image of herself in the mirror. Her skin appeared to be papler when compared to the streams of blood running down from both nostrils.

The front of her head burned. The shades to the bathroom window were pulled to one end, letting in a ray of light from the sea. She mentally closed it, and laid down onto her back, curling up with her hands over her head. The migraine was just beginning.

"Roger! Go get her, I have a feeling something is wrong!"
*A tendril pushed out of Cyan's back and wrapped around Roger, spinning him around and pushing him towards the med-bay door, Cyan had panic in her voice for the first time which would easily tell Roger something was definitely off*

Roger opened the door and went out into the hallway. He was practically power walking towards the couples room. Nearby, he could saw Lucielle's door was cracked opened. She was talking to someone, Frodo he assumed, trying to get him to speak.
"Nat?" Roger knocked and walked in. He saw the fluorescent lights were shining in the bedroom, and the bed was unmade.

There was a small sound from the bathroom, as if someone was whimpering or groaning. He went in.
There lying on the ground, holding her head, was Natasha. She looked up to him, eyes filled to the brim with tears of agony.
Roger fell to his knees, trying to make sense of what was happen. He asked her to explain as calmly as possible.

"I think I'm having another...migraine..." Natasha's response was slow, and her voice was brittle.

He nodded picking her up bridal style and carrying her towards the door. As he did so, the ground seemed to tumble beneath his feet. She was having one of "those" migraines-- the telepathic ones.

"Cy... Where i-?" Natasha cries out mid sentence, holding herhead, with Roger shushing her. He closed the shades, and places a pillow on her head.

Roger takes a step back towards the door.

"I'm going to leave, and come back with a glass of water. You think you'll be alright until then?" He heard a muffled 'yes' from Natasha.

Roger closed the door behind him and left to report back to the medbay. When he hot there, he explained what happened.

"She's having an epsiode?" Abbott confirmed. Roger nodded.

"She's curled up in the bed right now, do I was goin' get her some water actually..." he started for the door.

Lucielle hummed, walking back to the armory. "So, Frodo, you started to talk in the weapon's room. Maybe that's where the source of your magic is from right!?"

Frodo meowed.

"Well, you should be talkin' in no time then!" Lucielle opened the door. Lena was hobbling towards a nearby workbench. She leaned on it for support.

"You're still here?" Lucielle asks. Jane said nothing. Her scammers were already trying to scan Frodo.
'NORMAL ENERGY LEVELS'.

She was baffled.

((So good news, I'm working on Cyans appearance for the RP and I'm still thinking up the file as I go along.))

*Cyan sighed out of relief and sat back in the bed*
"I would ask you to set me up in the bedroom with her but the beeping of the medical equipment would drive her nuts. I'll just rest here for abit..."
*Cyan's voice seemed low and tired, not normal tired but depressed tired*
"What's wrong with me? I don't want to die yet... I wanna live my life with her, not have it taken all away before we even get the chance to settle in."
*Cyan covered her eyes with one arm and sniffled gently, laying her head back against the pillow on her medical bed, she sighed, could it be that Cyan was slowly overpowering her Borderline Personality Disorder?*

"Hey, hey..." Roger's voice was hushed, and surprisingly comforting. He sits down in a chair next to Cyan, leaning forward as he folded his hands.
"You can find every reason to find something wrong with the world, but when it comes to /you/ there's nothin' wrong. There's nothin' wrong with you, and there never was, never will be." He pauses for a moment.
"You're going to live your life with her, and you're going to have so much fun. There's so much life as to offer, you just have to take it. Unfortunately, life isn't smooth sailing, it's just... Bumpy..." When Roger couldn't come up with anymore to say, he signalled with his eyes for Abbott to help. When they made eye contact, she said, "Oh!" And nodded her head.
"I agree... Life isn't ideal, but you can make it ideal...." She went back to looking at the scanners. The side of her helmet was beeping, in sync with the infirmary's equipment.
The submarine groaned. They were almost near the mainland.

"So, yeah..." Roger pats Cyan's shoulder. "Calm down, lay back, and get some rest. Everything's goin' to be fine."

((Cool! I'm excited to see it!))

*She sighed with a tired smile on her face, she seemed to feel better. Cyan closed her eyes and went back to sleep, she wouldn't wake up until afew hours later*

*Hopefully she would be able to get up and go see Natasha when she awoke*

((Time skip to night?))

Yes please))

((It's looking good so far, just keep an eye out for a waving girl with black hair & red highlights and a mouth-cover.))

((Okie

Natasha awoken to a world absent of light. Her head felt as if it was being hammered still, and whatever sound she heard was muffled.

'Cyan...' She threw herself off the bed, still in daze. She leans on the nightstand, keeping herself balanced. Her nostrils had tissue in them, bloodied from her ordeal earlier. That explained why her mouth was dry and scratchy-- she had breathing through it as she slept.

'H-Hello?" She called into the darkness of the hallway. Nothing. She felt as if she was on a ghost ship. The lights above were the only sign that she was on the ship. Other than that, nothing. She felt a bit creeped out.

Abbott was looking at Cyan as she slept, observing her. The tendril that came out of Cyan's back earlier appeared to still be there, incling the curious solider to look closer. She then noticed the tattoo on Cyan's shoulder (rp 16&17).
The door burst opened, and Abbott whipped around with her hand already gripping the handle of her gun.

It was just a dazed and confused Natasha who covered her ears. The beeping noise was irking.

"You're awake. How do you feel?" Abbott asked.
"Nevermind me, how is she?" Nat points to Cy.

"She's fine. Her vitals have been stable for sometime, she's just resting."

*Cyan's tendril retracted into her back as she slowly sat up. Looking at Natasha with a smile on her face*
"You should be resting, you don't look very well... I'll come lay down with you in afew minutes."
*Cyan took off her oxygen mask and looked at the heart-rate monitor, she took off the pads and the heart-rate flat-lined. Cyan giggled, she took out the IV's and stood up, a litte off balance from still being high on IV fluids, which can happen sometimes.*
"Woah, I'm good."

Natasha tiredly smiles, sitting down on the floor near the bed. She lays her head near the side of Cyan's thigh, closing her eyes for a bit.

"I was worried about you..." she was twirling her hair.

"I'm okay... But it looks like Frodo really did a number on you... Are you okay?"

At the mention of Frodo's name, Natasha jolted back, looking around. She then held her head, groaning.

"That darn cat..." she remembered the whole ordeal, and it made the slight hammering in her head worsen.

"I know I'm going to sound crazy..." Nat started. "But he started talking

"I know. He's always been able to speak... He just prefers not to..."

"Wait, you know?" Natasha sat up. In doing so, her head spun so she rested it back down.At the mention of Frodo's name, Natasha sat up. In doing so, her head spun so she rested it back down.

"Well... that's nice to know I'm nor losing my mind..." Natasha chuckled.

Nat looked at the window. It was dark. Outside the door, they could hear Abbott and Roger talking outside. It sounded like a delightful conversation.

"Ofcourse I knew! Thhat cat is part of my species."
*Cyan giggled, she looked at Natasha with a glow of happiness in her eyes*
"Fun-Fact: His demon name is not pronounceable."

Natasha's eyes widened when she saw Cyan's noticable increase in happiness. A grin broke out onto her face, wearied but genuine.

"Why don't you tell me about your species sometime...?" Natasha suggests. She pushes her hair to one side, leaning against Cyan.

"There's a celerbration everyday of this year." Abbott says. Her right hand was behind her back as her. With her left, she spoke, gesturing softly as she described the activites.
"There will the standard festivities such as games and circus groups. For the children mostly." Abbott says. Roger and her were still walking around the submarine.
"So a festival... That sounds nice." Roger says. He tugged at his collar a bit, sounding unsure.
"It is... For civilians." Abbott stopped, looking at the ladder that led to the hatch. She turns to Roger, smiling a bit.
"Why don't we continue this conversation outside?" She asked, and started up the ladder. She lifted her leg and her boot reached the first level of the ladder while she hauled herself up.
Roger followed.

"There's only so much walking you can do in a sub before the scenery becomes somber."

"Sorry?"

"Dull..." They reached the top.

The air was light, and saltly from the ocean. A breeze shot passed Roger as he peeked his head out. Overhead were the stars, not many of them tonight, that twinkled and danced. In the distance, the light from civilian base camp was brilliant. He smiled a bit, and met Abbott a few feet away from the entrance/ exit.

"I gotta say, after stayin' in a sub for so long, it reeeaaallly makes you appreciate the outdoors more." Roger places his fists on his hips, taking all the terrain in. "So, what were you as a kid: an outdoor person on an indoor person?"

Abbott didn't say anything for a second. He stared at her back, since he was behind, unsure of what to say. She took off her helmet, revealing a shaved head, reddened by tiny hairs that remained. She had small earries on the side of her ear.
"You know, because when I was a kid, I was more of an indoor kid. Always playing video games that involved wilderness survival. Isn't that ironic, playing games about the woods while being inside the house hehe..." His chuckles trailed off when they were met with silence.
Abbott shook her head. "As a kid....?" She questioned. Roger nodded his head when she peered over her shoulder.
"I don't really remember my childhood."

"Was it boring?"

"No. It's a blur to be quite honest...." Abbott shakes her head, rubbing her fingers across the green helmet.

"..." Roger kept quiet.

*She giggled*
"All I'll say right now is that I come from a void version of hell. Protip: catch up on your demonic Latin before you ask anything about my dimension."
*Cyan giggled, looking around the room. She sighed and thought of the future that Natasha and Cyan had yet to come.*

"Deal." Nat snuggles up against Cyan. She was quiet for a few seconds before she realizes. "Wait, where's Jane?" She sits up a bit, kissing Cyan's forehead and then found towards the door. She peered down the hallway in both directions. It was dim lit just as she had left it.

"She's in Luci's room, probably scanning Frodo or something..."
*She sighed and got up, walking over to Natasha, she wrapped her arms around Natasha, kissing her neck gently*
"You need to rest for awhile."

MeowStar
Natasha sits up alongside her girlfriend, looking up ag the only lightbulb that illuminated the room they were in. The beeping of the machines were still in the air as her eyes carried themselves from the light to the dark world outside. sits up alongside her girlfriend, looking up ag the only lightbulb that illuminated the room they were in. The beeping of the machines were still in the air as her eyes carried themselves from the light to the dark world outside.
"I know we just woke up-- you from seizing and me from Frodo's weird voice thing but..." Natasha sounded a bit giddy. "I want to go look at the stars before we have to go back to base. You don't get to see the stars from the heart of the camp because of the light pollution." Her eyes twinkled while just thinking about the idea. Honestly, she just wanted to get out of the submarine for a bit.

Riger took a step foward. "What do you mean just a blur?" Rogee asks.

Abbott shurgs, grippingnonto her helmet tighter.

"Are you suffering from type of amesia?" Roger asks. Abbott didn't answer. Her silence only posed more questions, for him and for her.

((Holy sh!t it took me 54 times to actually load this page up without crashing! I think it's time for RP25))

*Tentacles sprouted from Cyan's back and formed around both of them into a void before openning them up to a beautiful night lit by the moon and stars, Roger and Abbot both looked at Cyan and Nat questionably as they sat down on the top of the submarine and looked up at the stars as the weirdly cute couple they were. Natasha suddenly noticed both the dried blood on her face from the bloody nose and the migrane were gone*

((I'm just putting together that Abbot may or may not be Fe))