[Shion had also come to investigate when the shadow fell over the sky. It could be nothing good. He had been waiting. The whole of last month had been too quiet. Sure there had been monsters, new monsters on Ziziphus. But nothing truly bad had happened, they had not ended on strange islands, not been thrown into empty voids by a city full of people unable to accept those different than themselves.
He wished he could appreciate the quiet, but all it did was make him afraid. Perhaps it was that he had gotten used to the Tower, where experiments and games had happened every month. He could only remember one month where nothing awful had happened... funny enough that had been an April to.
And that May had made up for the rest ten fold. So he is not sure what he is going to find at this crash site, but he is bracing himself. It will be nothing good.
It's not. It's Tim. It's Tim and he is hurt. Hurt in a way that cannot be natural at all. No natural thing could do this to a person, at least not in a way that keeps that person alive. Horror floods Shion and he breaks out into a sprint.
He's no stranger to horror, bodies twisted in ways that should not even be possible. But still it happening to someone he knows, someone he cares about...
He has his first aid kit with him but it is so inadequate in this situation that it's practically laughable, if laughter was at all applicable in this situation.] Tim... Tim can you hear me?
[He approaches cautiously, in his experience things like this often come with... other side effects. Programmed to hurt others, to deal with trouble makers, mindless obedience to the administrators.
He isn't in the Tower anymore, he breathes and reminds himself that. Not that it really helps. This place has proven it can control their actions, force them to hurt others. He has no evidence that Tim hasn't been turned into some kind of drone, twisted and hurt by the unknown forces that control them here.]
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He wished he could appreciate the quiet, but all it did was make him afraid. Perhaps it was that he had gotten used to the Tower, where experiments and games had happened every month. He could only remember one month where nothing awful had happened... funny enough that had been an April to.
And that May had made up for the rest ten fold. So he is not sure what he is going to find at this crash site, but he is bracing himself. It will be nothing good.
It's not. It's Tim. It's Tim and he is hurt. Hurt in a way that cannot be natural at all. No natural thing could do this to a person, at least not in a way that keeps that person alive. Horror floods Shion and he breaks out into a sprint.
He's no stranger to horror, bodies twisted in ways that should not even be possible. But still it happening to someone he knows, someone he cares about...
He has his first aid kit with him but it is so inadequate in this situation that it's practically laughable, if laughter was at all applicable in this situation.] Tim... Tim can you hear me?
[He approaches cautiously, in his experience things like this often come with... other side effects. Programmed to hurt others, to deal with trouble makers, mindless obedience to the administrators.
He isn't in the Tower anymore, he breathes and reminds himself that. Not that it really helps. This place has proven it can control their actions, force them to hurt others. He has no evidence that Tim hasn't been turned into some kind of drone, twisted and hurt by the unknown forces that control them here.]