Lab Rats | Szayel + Nemu |
Las Noches. The land of sand, deadly enemies-- And a treasure trove of scientific equipment. Once again, the Lieutenant had been sent on a recon mission, but she had paid no heed to it once she reached the destination. Sure, her Captain had practically made her a death wish: Grab as much of the equipment as she could before its owner returned-- But once she got there, well--
"You have got to be kidding me." The raven haired woman mumbled, eyes wide in awe as she scanned her surroundings. The room she was currently situated in was vast, with various machines and wiring littering the walls, even covering the ceiling. Oh, such space-- To not be crammed viciously between rusty scalpels and disintegrating bodies must be a treat. She ventured further in, eyes glancing over everything they could see. This was truly a sight to behold-- Not as nice as the Twelfth, sure, but it had its own charm. Someone could easily get lost in here--
Remembering the original reason for her visitation the female quickly began stuffing whatever she could find into her outfit, mainly anything that looked remotely clean. She had already had one brush with the owner's 'signature' move, and she did not wish for it to happen again. Speaking of the owner-- Where were they? She was certain they would have safety devices set up, and being they were regarded as a 'deadly foe'--
As if the bitter, twisted hands of fate had heard her thoughts did Nemu feel a familiar spiritual pressure, one that sent a slight shiver down her spine. Curse her need to explore, to be taken offguard by the smallest detail-- Surely her Captain made her better than this?
"Don't mind me--" Thankfully her voice did not give away her current predicament, monotone still as strong as ever. Her commentary made it as though the woman truly did enjoy avoiding death-- And tempting it. "I'm just borrowing a few things, then I'll be on my way."
