06-19-2018, 11:36 PM
A-ah.. Eight muttered under her breath, her ears pinning back. The agent slowly blinked, tilting her head at the situation around her. This was... bad. Real bad. Everything in the metro seemed to attack first and ask questions later. Though... it seemed most of these creatures weren't keen on attacking her. Though... maybe the bear... dog? ... Besides the other agents, there weren't many specimens of life down there. She had no idea what most species were. Eight hummed, taking a step back. She didn't trust these creatures. Not one bit.
The hell were these creature's problems? She supposed it was one hellhole to another. Eight stayed quiet. At least she wasn't being attacked. That was a plus. She supposed while she had time she was going to observe those in front of her. Well firstly was the brute of a dog. The canine was huge and easily towered over her small form. He looked hungry. He licked at his lips, drool waterfalling from his mouth. Maybe not hungry, but definitely aggressive. The canine appeared as an angry cobra, coiled up with so much tension that could snap at any second. She would definitely have to be careful around him.
The second was a yellow cat, much like herself (though, she was more of a tan than anything). Though... he seemed completely calm. He was silent, much like herself. He did not even seem to notice the giant quivering form next to him, though she thought she could catch the briefest flick of his eyes to the other's form as he stared at her. Despite that, he appeared completely calm and collected. It was... hypnotizing. She wished she could simply brush aside nerve and tension like that. How wise the lemon coated cat must have been. It was worrying to think about.
And the last seemed just as panicked as she was. He seemed jittery and out of focus. He twitched and shook like a leaf in the wind, simply trying to find a position or spot that was comfortable in this unnatural, twisted world. She could related. Eight gave Hoax a ghost of a sympathetic smile before her attention turned back to Zimavich. He did ask a question. She... supposed as long as she wasn't getting attacked... it was only fair that she answered...
... But how? Eight sighed, reaching up and tapping her chin. She was down there for who knows how long. With death lurking around every corner, she couldn't afford to speak. She could barely breath at the thought of various octarian machines lurking around the corner to snipe her down. Even if she could gather the courage to use her voice, she doesn't think she could muster the strength to speak anyways. Her vocal chords were underused and dried. She reached a paw up, coughing into the cupped palm. She winced. Yup. Definitely as dry as a desert. No talking for now.
Eight sighed, crossing her arms and staring down into the dirt as she tried to think of a solution. There had to be some way to convey her name. Well... Her nickname anyways. Even before she found herself in the metro, she had lost her memory. Eight wasn't truly her name, but it was the only name she knew. The aquatic cat blinked, wiggling her toes into her arms as she blinked at the ground. Could she write it? It couldn't be that hard to write a number. She whispered out a whine. Her feet have suffered enough at the dirt's wet embrace. She wiggled. Wiggled and wiggled until it clicked. Eight reached her paws out in front of her, staring at her paws.
Duh.
Eight smiled and proudly held up eight of her fingers. There! Eight! She was Agent Eight!
"SPEECH"
The hell were these creature's problems? She supposed it was one hellhole to another. Eight stayed quiet. At least she wasn't being attacked. That was a plus. She supposed while she had time she was going to observe those in front of her. Well firstly was the brute of a dog. The canine was huge and easily towered over her small form. He looked hungry. He licked at his lips, drool waterfalling from his mouth. Maybe not hungry, but definitely aggressive. The canine appeared as an angry cobra, coiled up with so much tension that could snap at any second. She would definitely have to be careful around him.
The second was a yellow cat, much like herself (though, she was more of a tan than anything). Though... he seemed completely calm. He was silent, much like herself. He did not even seem to notice the giant quivering form next to him, though she thought she could catch the briefest flick of his eyes to the other's form as he stared at her. Despite that, he appeared completely calm and collected. It was... hypnotizing. She wished she could simply brush aside nerve and tension like that. How wise the lemon coated cat must have been. It was worrying to think about.
And the last seemed just as panicked as she was. He seemed jittery and out of focus. He twitched and shook like a leaf in the wind, simply trying to find a position or spot that was comfortable in this unnatural, twisted world. She could related. Eight gave Hoax a ghost of a sympathetic smile before her attention turned back to Zimavich. He did ask a question. She... supposed as long as she wasn't getting attacked... it was only fair that she answered...
... But how? Eight sighed, reaching up and tapping her chin. She was down there for who knows how long. With death lurking around every corner, she couldn't afford to speak. She could barely breath at the thought of various octarian machines lurking around the corner to snipe her down. Even if she could gather the courage to use her voice, she doesn't think she could muster the strength to speak anyways. Her vocal chords were underused and dried. She reached a paw up, coughing into the cupped palm. She winced. Yup. Definitely as dry as a desert. No talking for now.
Eight sighed, crossing her arms and staring down into the dirt as she tried to think of a solution. There had to be some way to convey her name. Well... Her nickname anyways. Even before she found herself in the metro, she had lost her memory. Eight wasn't truly her name, but it was the only name she knew. The aquatic cat blinked, wiggling her toes into her arms as she blinked at the ground. Could she write it? It couldn't be that hard to write a number. She whispered out a whine. Her feet have suffered enough at the dirt's wet embrace. She wiggled. Wiggled and wiggled until it clicked. Eight reached her paws out in front of her, staring at her paws.
Duh.
Eight smiled and proudly held up eight of her fingers. There! Eight! She was Agent Eight!
"SPEECH"