Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190211000928

Arthur listens to the doctor remininsce in silence as he mentally prepares himself for whatever lay ahead of them. His fingers tightened and relaxed around the handle of his battleaxe in a rhythmic pattern as he watched the light indicating their current position blink off and on as they climbed higher and higher up the building, until eventually the doors opened before them.

He was expecting to step out into another cold, dark, and depressing corridor just like all the others in this damnable asylum. So he was pleasantly surprised to find himself surrounded by clean white-washed walls that seemed appropriate for a proper medical facility. The air, too, was clean and warm - the mere feeling of it lifting Arthur's spirits as if he had stepped out from a darkened, dreary cave and into the bright morning light of a mid-summers day.

Even so, he pressed onwards with extreme caution, fully expecting an army of guards or androids to suddenly come spilling forth from some side-passage in order to detain them. But the further down the corridor they walked, the more and more Arthur go the feeling they were alone.

Eventually the two intruders came across a sealed door, and it was only with the use of their security card that they managed to gain access. As the sliding metal opened with a pressurised hiss, Arthur's eye widened as contents of the room beyond.

"Holy..." Arthur stuttered in disbelief.

Rows upon rows of strange cylindrical chambers adorned the sides of the room. Dozens of them. And within their glass casings - people. One adult for each chamber. The mere sight of their motionless, suspended bodies was enough to make the young man feel sick to his very core, but that wasn't even the worst part. It was clear that, upon closer inspection, none of these people were whole. Often it was an arm. Sometimes two. Or a leg, or both. Regardless of their age, sex or stature, all were defiled in some horrific manner.

Arthur stared at the first person he saw. A young woman - probably not much older than him. Her right forearm was missing, but thankfully she looked unharmed beyond that. The end of the arm seemed properly tended to, and from the apparatus around her face, she appeared to be breathing.

"She's still alive!" Arthur shouted to Alexander, who he imagined was likely as shocked as he was. Rushing over to the console next to the girl's chamber, the wanderer stared at the complex controls with a look of frustration as he tried to make sense of all the commands and options.

"Screw it!" Arthur cursed, stepping back from the console and hefting his axe behind his back. Just before he could swing it at the glass, though, he felt a powerful force grasp hold of the haft near the blades - holding it firmly in place.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop that, before you break something you can't afford to replace," a male voice suddenly sighed from behind him. Turning quickly, Arthur came face-to-face with a blue-haired young man with tired eyes and a blank expression.

"And no, I don't just mean the suspension tank - though that does cost a small fortune," the man continued, making use of Arthur's momentary speechlessness. Releasing his axe handle with his dark blue prosthetic arm, the newcomer turned to Alexander with a neutral face, save for the faintest hint of curiousity in his empty eyes.

"Welcome, stranger. I am Doctor Skye Helldrix. Owner of the Helldrive Corporation. Overseer of Frostbite Asylum and, most importantly, Remnant's saviour of humanity."