Futuristic Cryo Company (Private)

[Endronus]

A sudden ear piercing ripple ricocheted throughout the room, but of course no one heard it. And no one saw the flashing red lights, or the cold steam that blew around the room from certain opening chambers. Yet, the room continued to squeal, and within ten seconds, three metal tube-like casings had been exerted from the pure white wall. The odd container resembled a cryogenic module... and that's exactly what it was.


Upon closer inspection, you could barely notice a thin plume of steam rising from the surface of the metallic chambers. Without warning, a hatch on the top of the device opened, and a large tub of thawed water presented itself. Within the tub, a single body could be seen, and it was the same for the other tubs that had opened up. Three living humans, all expected to save humanity once again. It was unfortunate they didn't know where they were, or what they were about to embark upon.


@XTrump_CardX


@WantYourSoul


@The Lord of Sunlight

 

[Endronus]

A flashing red, the fleeting sound of a school's fire alarm... those had been the first things that had awoken me. Unfortunately, the list didn't end there. Within a few seconds, my body felt somewhat cold, and I could barely move. The most my poor limbs accomplished was the small shaking in... why was I wet? As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized I was in something... whatever it was. Turning my head to the best of my ability, I scanned the metal tube that encased me... and all around sat a thin layer of liquid, as though the tube was a bath. How did I end up here? Looking back up, I gathered what I could from the room. I still hadn't gained enough strength to move.


All I could see was the ceiling, which was white, and the red flash protruding from somewhere else in the room.Suddenly, something pierced the back of my neck, and I felt a liquid inject itself into what I assumed was a main artery. It only took a few seconds to then regain all of my strength. I sat up, looking around the room, and noticed the whole room had been empty and white... except for two dark grey tubes that had opened. They looked exactly like mine... could someone be in there?


I was about to carry out my original plan until I looked down at myself. I had been cloth-less, and my legs were still shaking, although just a little. But where were my cloths? I remember... wait. What do I remember? It took me about a minute to fully comprehend what had happened to my memory. To say the least, it disappeared.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

A loud hiss emanated from a dark red pod as the pressure stabilized. Unlike the other pods, this one had no window on it; on the letters U.S.S.R emblazoned boldly in bright yellow on its front. The door to the pod unlocked, and out spilled a tub full if water. A mechanical hand gripped the door and slowly pushed it open, the door creaking with it. Once it was finally open, a metallic foot stamped onto the ground, then another. An echo like cough was heard, and a man stepped away from the pod. He brought his left arm, the non robotic one, up to his head and held it in pain. His other arm went to the mask on his face and turned a few knobs, then coughed. His eyes began to scan the area, squinting once they landed upon a flashing light. His mind was hazy; but something at the back of it told him there was something important about that light...

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


Eckhart was cold. Groggy. Eyes opening to a bright light. Too bright, can't see. He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. Slowly, an alarm comes into focus, growing too loud for comfort. What? Where... Where am I. His first thought was followed by nothing, no memories, no recognition. He slowly brings a hand to his eyes, rubbing them. Still too bright. His eyes too adjusted to the pitch black of eternal nothingness. Wet, he was wet, soaked actually. A sharp pinch on his neck and suddenly Eckhart feels less asleep. His mind begins formulating an idea of what was going on. He was in a cold tube, it felt like metal. Laying in a cold liquid. His eyes begin to adjust, he slowly opens them to see a flashing red on a stark white backdrop.


One word forces itself to the front of his thoughts. Eckhart. You... are Eckhart. Besides confusion, nothing else came up. He had nothing, who was he, where was he? Eckhart had nothing. He coughed, an odd tasting fluid leaving his mouth. Search, search for something. Anything... Suddenly, he was feeling sick. Eckhart gagged, spewing out a word, "Fuck."


With his newly found strength, he sat up; clear liquid dripping from his hair and face. He looked around and barely had time to register some odd looking pods, metal like his. Then, he gagged again, tasting more of that odd liquid. Without caution, Eckhart rolled over the left side of the open tube, falling to the chilled steel floor. As his ears were bombarded by the now deafening alarm, he got to his hands and knees. His chest gave a couple dry-heaves before lifting a small amount of clear fluid up and out of his mouth. Eckhart immediately felt better, sighing in relief. He rolled over onto his back, taking large breaths. Another thought went through his mind then. I think I slept in...

 

[WantYourSoul]

The first sensation to return to Blythe was cold. She was very cold. The second sense to return was sound, she could hear a loud beeping, slightly muffled by the draining water. When she finally tried to open her eyes, she found her eyelashes had frozen together. Trying to lift her arm met resistance, and in her groggy state  she tried several more unsuccessful times. That's when the hatch opened, and the nude blonde falls forwards heavily onto her knees. Stormy blue eyes finally springing open, she stares at the cold metal flooring beneath her pale hands. She somehow managed to lose her tan-- wait, a tan?


 How did she know she had a tan?


Everything was hazy, and she remains on all fours as she tries to get her bearings-- that god-awful alarm was driving ice picks into her skull and making it hard to focus. She was shaking, and dripping locks of hair had plastered themselves to her body.  She attempts to inhale and is set upon by a deep-set panic, she couldn't breath!


 A cough wracks her body, trying to clear her airways, and she coughs again. And again. 


Airways cleared, Blythe greedily gulps down lungfulls  of oxygen. Now that she was beginning to calm down, she raises her unfocused eyes to the source of more noise. She couldn't figure out where she was or what had happened, and through all this chaos of a newly thawed body was making it difficult to register things. She could barely remain on all fours with the way she was trembling, and getting up was a definite impossibility at the moment. 

 

[Endronus]

After the few minutes I spent obtaining a headache to retrieve my memory ( but to no avail), I looked around the room once more. The other pods had been opened, and the flashing had died down. From what I could remember on the last flash, two others had fallen onto the ground. A boy and, from what I determined by the long hair, a girl? I wasn't sure who was in the third pod, but I assumed we would evetually meet.


After listening to the heavy breathing, gagging, and other noises, I stood up and warily asked: "Are you alright?" My voice had been smoother than I anticipated, and I was glad I didn't sound like a raspy old man. I tuned my ears in to listen to their responses.

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


"Are you all right?"


The voice had come from the right. It sounded masculine, yet young. Eckhart turned his attention away from the ceiling above, leaning toward whoever spoke. It was a kid, he guessed around 14 or 15 years old. Another thing he saw was that the kid was bare naked. Shaking his head slightly, Eckhart kept his eyes aimed at the kid's face. He tested his strength and decided that he could sit up easily enough. I hope I'm not naked too. With a quick glance down, he sighed in relief at the sight of a wet tee and some boxers. Slowly, Eckhart scooted up against the wall behind him, getting into a comfortable position. A further scan of the small room revealed a metal door of some kind, and another person. This one was female by his judgment, Eckhart found himself blushing as he looked away. Gathering his wits, he decided to answer the question. "Mhm... Couldn't be better."


It was still bothering Eckhart that he simply could not remember anything other than his name. He knew that what he had just woken up from was a cryogenic slumber, but why? And how did he know that? He spoke up, questioning the boy, "I don't suppose you know what's going on here?"

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Ivosolov held his head as memories floated back to him...the experiment, the war, his father and the farm; they all flew back at once, and it created an incredible headache. He grunted in pain, but he looked around the room he was in. 


It was small, square in shape. The only things in here besides the pod he was asleep in was a desk with a book of some sort on it and the large metallic door, with a terminal attached to the wall next to it. Ivosolov walked to the table and saw that the book was more of a journal and extremely thin. He picked it up with his robotic arm and sighed as he opened the journal and felt the worn paper in his fingertips; it had been a while since he had felt anything but the cold. There was only one page with writing on, and it wasn't much. It was written in the Russian language, so it was definitely left here for Ivosolov. He began to read fervently.


"Ivosolov,


If you're reading this, then chances are I'm already dead. I wasn't able to wake you from your sleep; things have taken a turn for the worse in the experiment. Please, if you wake up and read this, hit the green button on the side of your pod. It will give you the supplies you need to survive; at least the basics. Live for us, my friend; for those who could not. Goodbye, comrade.


- Dr. Neskin"


Ivosolov's eyes narrowed as he read through the finely written note. Dr. Neskin? Why would something have gone wrong? Was this some sort of emergency protocol? He placed the journal back onto the table and closed it before he turned to his pod. He approached it's side and ran his human hand down its side until he spotted a small, green button, which he pressed. A hatch on the pod fell open, revealing a set of clothes, a large backpack, and a handgun. He smiled; finally, some clothes! He wasn't quite fond of wandering around in his birthday suit, and he gratefully put on the clothes, which consisted of a long sleeved black the shirt, some khaki cargo pants, black laced boots, and a black duster with a hood. He picked up handgun, which came conveniently with a hip holster, which he wrapped around his waist as a belt. He pulled the clip out and checked the clip; fifteen bullets. Then he put it back in, hit the safety, and holstered.


Now he turned his attention to the door. It didn't have a handle, so it was most likely opened via the console next to it. He approached it and hit a few keys, which caused it to boot to life. The instructions were in English, but luckily Ivosolov had studied enough of it during his school years to know how to read it. He hit some of the keys, but the screen began to flash in bright red text 'ACCESS DENIED.' Ivosolov frowned; he didn't really want to break the console to try and force the door open, so he figured he might as well try to knock. He approached the door and pounded on it with his metallic arm, while shouting in Russian.


"Привет! Пожалуйста, помогите мне!"

 

[WantYourSoul]

The sound of voices shifts her focus outwards, and the young Norwegian woman lifts her head. It took her a moment to register the words. Blythe's first attempt at speaking resulted in a wordless grunt. Frustrated, she rocks back onto her knees and impatiently shoves clinging tendrils of wet hair from her face so she could actually look at the others. Eyes focus and widen with shock when she sees two more people in this chamber with her, one naked and the other in underclothes. Oddly enough, she felt no shame for her nudity. There were no memories that reinforced this, and she blinks blankly at the two before attempting to speak once more. "I'm damn cold, but everything's intact," she says, voice wavering with the shivers wracking her body. 


Blythe lifts her body from the ground, gaze flicking between the others. She clears her throat, angling herself away from them as she scans the room for something to dry herself off or cover up with. She gestures to the only one who seemed to have any clothing. "Can I have that shirt? Don't need you boys to keep gawking." She was surprised with the time of voice she had, it seemed to be instinct to speak like that. Blythe shakes her head again, looking back towards the others. "Am I the only on who can't remember anything?" She voices what must have been on everyone's mind at the moment, attempting to rub some warmth into her arms. 

 

[Endronus]

"I'm not sure what happened..." I directed my answer to the boy, and after, I noticed the girl had gathered herself and had gotten up. A blush fell against my face, but I wasn't sure why. Either way, something in the back of my head told me to stop looking, and so I turned my head to the side and sat down, just to gain a little more energy. After a few moments of silence, the girl asked for the boy's shirt... and what was I supposed to wear. Wait, why did I care in the first place? I felt... embarassed for some reason. Perhaps it had been in my lost memories. And that's when she asked about those.


"Am I the only one who can't remember anything?" So perhaps the condition affected everyone here.


"I don't remember a thing..." I pulled my knees up to my chest and laid my chin atop them. No memories, woke up in a blank room with two others... what a great way to wake up.

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


Eckhart registered the girl's request. Better to air-dry anyway. Struggling a bit with the wet shirt, he managed to get it off. As he was wringing it out, a thought crossed his mind. Odd, no muscle atrophy. I guess that was what the neck pricking was about. Some sort of strength serum.  After he finished drying it as much as possible, Eckhart tossed the now damp white tee-shirt to the girl. He tried not to stare below her neck as he did so. looking away, he turned down to his bare chest, brushing back his hair. For the first time, he saw just how pale he was.  He supposed that would be from the lack of sunlight. This brought on more thought. Why did he have amnesia? That's what it was, considering he still knew English and what English was. He knew what amnesia was and he knew that what was going on was not a normal situation. He knew things like books existed and he knew that he knew how to read. So why did he have amnesia? It has to be a side-effect. Too long in cryostasis.


Eckhart kept quiet as the others spoke. He did not know what was going on, but he figured that it was best to take some initiative. As he got to his feet, a dull ache began emanating from his shoulders. Rubbing them proved useless. Good to see someone can still get sore from sleep with cryogenic enhancements. Eckhart mumbled a curse and walked over to the only other thing in the room, the door. At first glance, he could barely even call it that. It looked like no door he had ever seen.  It was a solid chunk of unpainted metal with a single label. It said, 'Do not close from the inside.' Below that was some smaller more compact text, 'In case of emergency, use override lever.' A quick glance to the right of the door and Eckhart saw a small lever, also unpainted. A moment of thought and he decided to pull it. With a hydraulic hiss, the heavy door, slid to the right, revealing a hallway full of doors like the one that he opened.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Ivosolov sighed as there was no response to his pounding. He checked the terminal once more, but those bright red words still remained. He pressed nearly every key on its keyboard trying to make something happen, but the only thing he managed to make work was turning the lights on and off, much to his displeasure. He sat down in the chair at the desk and put his head in his hands. Was this where it ended? Was he to die here, after spending who knows how long in sleep, never to see his father again? 


He looked up at the door with a furrowed brow. No! He's waited too long to give up now! He stood once more and walked to the door. He brought his mechanical arm back, and then thrust it forward with all his might. His fist created a large dent in the wall, and he did this two more times, the sound of metal hitting metal reverberating through out the area as he continued to shout.


"Будь ты проклят! Я не умру здесь!"

 

[WantYourSoul]

Blythe offers the man a grin, tugging the shirt over her head. She winces slightly as a disorienting flash of déjà vu crowds her senses. For a moment, she was standing in a bedroom with only a tee shirt to cover herself. When she turned to look at the man still laying in bed, she snapped out of what must have been a memory.


 A peculiar express passes over Blythe's face, and she needs to take a moment to gather her bearings. What was that? She questions herself, searching her head for answers that weren't there. With a frustrated growl, the blonde paces over to the door-- how she knew it was a door was lost on her. The hissing of the opening door was a strange sound that she was certain she had heard before. All this unknowing was making her brain hurt, and she was filled with a tense energy. 


The sound of banging could be heard, and the Nordic girl turns to te others."Guys, shut up. You hear that?" Before waiting to see what the others thought, she moves forward into the dark hallway. She could faintly hear a muffled voice shouting, and without considering the consequences she begins to move quicker. She shouts for the voice, trying to follow the sounds. She pauses as a doorway catches her attention, she could hear the sound echoing from within. Following her gut, she steps into the completedarkness of the room. "Shit, I can't see a thing in here," she curses to herself, holding her hands out to keep from walking into anything. The sound of a fist connecting with metal startled her, and she calls out loudly for the boys. She couldn't keep the waver of fear out of her voice.  

 

[Endronus]

I began to stand once again as curiosity took the better of me. I did in fact hear a faint voice and... something banging against metal? I followed the girls out into the hallway, though I had no idea where we were going. As we traveled along the passage, the noise became more prominent, and soon enough, it was loud enough to clearly tell where it was coming from. An open door sat along one the hallway walls, and so we entered the room. The only problem was there was no light. After the girl entered, I waited a few seconds. I didn't want to bump into her had she stopped. Something told me it would have been awkward. After the few moments, I walked into the room, staying somewhat near the wall. I could hear the other girl and boy's footsteps, and so I stayed away from that area. Best to search the room while spread out. At last, I felt something protruding from the wall I was guiding myself with. It was a small rectangular object... and I pressed it. Immediately, the door we had walked through shut itself with a loud hiss and bang. I jumped, not expecting anything to actually happen.


Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. The button I had pressed sent sparks out, and a high pitched humming buzzed around the room. I pulled my hand back and let out a small 'eek!' before stumbling backwards, crashing into one of the two people that accompanied me. Suddenly, a red flashing light slowly elevated from the floor, and a laser wall had formed at one end of the room. An odd voice rang throughout the room as I began to panic.

"Initiating detection method."

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


As he stood by the now open doorway, the partially clothed girl ran past him. She said something about a noise, and Eckhart could, in fact, hear something. It was faint, so much so that they wouldn't have heard it if the area around them wasn't so quiet. He was actually perturbed by the disquieting lack of noise from the long hallway. Like a crypt... Dead silent. Shaking his head free of such thoughts, Eckhart started after the girl, keeping a steady pace. He noticed how easily he was running, without much effort at all. Must have been a star athlete. He smiled at the idea. The twisted path the girl was taking was too hectic to keep track of. Several lefts and rights later, he heard the noise getting louder. It became distinguished, a sound of metal banging hard on metal.


Finally, they came to a doorway, leading into a pitch black room. Eckhart stopped as the girl ran right in, calling out a few seconds after. He turned to see the kid catching up before going into the darkness. He could see almost nothing. there were shades of black and grey, overlapping each other. His eyes quickly adjusted, now able to make out faint outlines. the banging was quite loud now, coming from somewhere to the left. Suddenly, Eckhart heard the door behind them closing. He stopped moving, hearing a new noise. It was the hum of something coming to life. Then, a flashing light once again penetrated his vision, blinding him for a second. Eckhart grunted as the room was lit up, revealing something on the far wall. Behind him, the other boy tripped, falling into him. Eckhart turned in time to stop the kid's fall. Raising his eyebrows, he focused again on what seemed to be a glowing wall, words forming in his mouth. "What did you do..."

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Ivosolov's punches slowed and he gave out a raspy, metallic cough through his mask as he brought a hand to his chest and used his other to turn more a couple knobs. He took a couple of deep breaths before he started to hear voices. They were shouting and getting nearer. He tried to call out to them, but he was still too weak from punching the door. That's when he heard the SLAM of metal closing, and he began to panic. Had those who had meant to save them inadvertently trapped themselves. He heard the monotone voice of a computer, and then the gasps of panic. Something was going on in there! He moved to the console and began typing random keys again, hoping to stop whatever was going on in there as he called out to them.


"Не волнуйтесь! Я спасу тебя!"

 

[WantYourSoul]

Blythe inhales sharply as the door slams shut, panic only setting in once she saw the sparks. "Shit! What did you do!?" She he demands, voice pitched high with panic. She backs away from the laser grid, towards the door. "Turn it off turn it off!" She screeches at the boy who ha pressed the button, back hitting the far wall. She stamps her feet, fear ramping ups notch as the robotic voice begins speaking. 

 

[Endronus]

I sat back up, eyes wide with fear. All this because of a button? Couldn't there be some type of protection? What did the creators think was going to happen when people woke up?

"I can't! The thing broke right after I pressed it!" I yelled as the laser wall quickly zoomed across the room. I let out another scream before closing my eyes... and nothing came. I almost half expected this be some dream by then... but as I opened my eyes, I sighed in relief. The same robotic voice started once again.

"Scanning complete. Opening vault."


Suddenly, the door behind us opened in the same manner it had closed. However, the other door in the room also opened, and a few dim lights were turned on inside the other room. But was that... a robot?

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


While the other two showed fear at the sight of what appeared to be a scanner, Eckhart stood his ground. He wasn't positive but didn't it say something about a detection method? Surely, pressing a button on the wall would not lead to their demise. He was 90 percent sure that whatever that thing was, it was not lethal. However, there was voice in his head, shouting at him, asserting the other ten percent. Sure, detection method to see who it has to kill! ...No, What would be the purpose of such a thing? ...To get rid of intruders of course. Despite his doubts, Eckhart refused to show it. The laser wall began moving across the room toward them. As it was about to touch him, he clenched his teeth and set his lips in a thin, tight line.


Nothing, Eckhart felt nothing. He let out a breath of air when it passed over him and nothing further happened. After it completed its scan, a voice said the scan was complete, and that the vault was opening. Hm, guess I was right. Completely harmless. Eckhart quickly took that back when he saw what was on the other side of the only other door in the room. The damn thing was the security protocol. Come to end them here and now. Only, what appeared to be a "he" didn't have murder in his eyes. Instead, there was curiosity, and, more importantly, intellect. On closer inspection, Eckhart saw just what he was. A cyborg, bio-augmentation and all. Very primitive but definitely a cyborg. Eckhart simply could not believe this, seeing as how cyborgs were a thing for sci-fi movies and comic books. His mind gave a retort, always logical. Well, we did just come out of, presumably, long-term cryostasis.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Ivosolov typed as fast as he could, but as soon as the shouts and movement stopped, he looked towards the door with a gasp. Had he...been too late? No...his first moments back in life and already he had failed to protect those he swore to so long ago...he felt his hand curl back into a fist and he punched the wall again, another dent forming where his fist landed. A cry of rage and sadness echoed around the room, eerie-sounding from the way his mask processed it. 


Suddenly, the door to his cabin opened, and there stood three other people. Two of them were Male, one female, and one of the males was stark naked. The other Male at least had some pants on, and the female had only a wet shirt on. Any other time, Ivosolov would have made a complete 180 and divert his gaze elsewhere, but he was too happy to see the people he tried to help okay. He let out a nervous laugh that might have sounded like a crazy one from his mask, and he stepped forward, his metallic hand outstretched for a handshake.


"Ха-ха! Вы трое дали мне совсем напугал там. Я рад видеть, что ты в порядке. Меня зовут Ivosolov Kosin. Кто ты три?"

 

[WantYourSoul]

Blythe backs into one of the boys, breath hitching as the laser grid moves closer to the trio. "Oh god..." She whimpers, not ready to die just yet. She had been unable to properly discern what the voice had said, much too stressed to bother translating English to Norwegian. 


And then... Nothing. There was no pain, no death. She cracks open an eye to verify everyone else was alive. She quickly straightens and steps away from whomever she had previously cowered against. She would  prefer to ignore that little slip of composure. Quickly breaking away, Blythe moves to scope out this new potentially unhinged person."English? Norwegian?" She questions him roughly, overcompensating for her previous cowardice with overblown fake confidence. She was actually terrified, but had to make sure no one thought poorly of her. She couldn't figure out why. 

 

[Endronus]

"Ха-ха! Вы трое дали мне совсем напугал там. Я рад видеть, что ты в порядке. Меня зовут Ivosolov Kosin. Кто ты три?"


What the hell did I just hear? Somehow, I knew it was a foreign language but... I didn't speak any other language... at least none that I remembered. I gave the robot a confusing look and waited to see if it ha been a malfunction... but robot was the wrong term to use. Some parts of his body had been made out of some sort of metallic alloy, while the rest looked as human as ever. Something in the back of my mind told me I knew what it was... but the name didn't come to me. All I knew was I hadn't seen one before, and that this was pretty terrifying and interesting at the same time. Perhaps he spoke English too.

"Can you... speak English?" I asked him with a weak voice, clearly showing. Had I been able to control it, I would have. I didn't need to become that weak kid who couldn't do anything... but I digress. It was intriguing as to what we would do after we gathered the survivors... if there were any. Wait, why was I worried that there were none? I don't remember...

Flashback


"... and eighty percent of the cryostasis patients have reported to result in death, and scientist are still fixing the project." The news reporter on the TV sounded calm... almost too calm. What did it mean eighty percent died? That many people already? Mom told me at least ninety percent of the worlds population had already entered cryostasis. The leftovers were people who were either waiting for the project to be safe enough, like my mother, or decided to stay in war, like my father. Though there was no real point in trying to fight. The nukes had already been launched...


-


"It is now said the project is perfectly safe, though only a handful of spaces are left." Another news update... typical. They've been going on about the cryostasis project for so long... but I wonder how many are intended to survive. Surely we'll make it. Anyways, it should be safe now... all we had to worry about were intruders. But with the conditions the Earth is in... it's likely there will never be any survivors on the surface.


Back to Reality


That's right... most of the people died before the project was even finished. So that left possibly... five percent of the worlds population. This of course made me wonder how many more of these bases there were. Perhaps there were other survivors in this base too. But there was always the chance that they too were dead.

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


Eckhart was taken aback when the cyborg spoke what sounded like Russian. At least, that's what his accent implied. The girl apparently got over her fear and stepped up to the man that was mixed with machine. She didn't even bother with full sentences, instead, questioning roughly if the guy spoke English or... Norwegian? Even if he didn't speak anything other than Russian, Eckhart was sure that he would not like her tone. He was about to step in and ask more politely whether or not the man understood them when the younger boy spoke up from beside him. Good enough I suppose. Standing from where he was, Eckhart could see some sort of large chamber in the room behind the cyborg. He guessed that was where he was frozen. Only to wake up and find out he was trapped, hence the banging.


All of this was nice and all, but Eckhart figured the three of them were going to need some clothes. After a cursory glance around the room, he saw a row of stainless steel lockers against the far wall. Hopefully, they have something better than a pair of boxers. Walking over to them, he called behind his shoulder, "You guys meet and greet. I'll find some clothes to put on."

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Ivosolov looked to the girl who stepped forward and seemed to...snarl at him, and he took a step back, meekly lowering his arm to his side. They didn't seem to be in the mood for pleasantries, it seemed. She asked if he could speak English, or...Norwegian? He looked away from her; he didn't really want to answer her while she glared like that...


However, the naked boy took a step closer and asked in a slightly weaker tone the same question. Ivosolov looked towards the boy and gave a short, curt nod.


"Da, I speak English. Apologies. I just assumed you were all Russian. My name is Ivosolov. Ivosolov Kosin. Please, just call me Ivo."


It was then that his conscience kicked back in and he diverted his gaze to the floor as one of the males moved past him.


"Uh...is there a certain reason you are unclothed? It is...rather brisk, don't you think?"


He shifted his feet nervously; from the looks of them, he assumed he would be the oldest one here, yet their gaze was the same as when his Drill Sergeant stared him down...

 

[WantYourSoul]

She seemed to visibly relax when the mechanical man shrunk away from her admittedly overbearing greeting. When he answers the naked boy instead of her, she throws her hands into the air. Blythe had momentarily forgotten the necessity of remaining covered, quickly dropping her hands to tug down the hem of Eckhart's tank top. "Ivo, eh?" She asks, openly studying his his robotic limbs,"well, I'm not sorry for acting like a bitch anyhow. I had this weird urge to protect them, probably cause one of use are completely buck-naked."


 She grins once she deemed the Russian man was no immediate threat, offering him a hand. "Blythe. Don't know either of their names," she says, gesturing to the  other two. 


"You guys meet and greet. I'll find some clothes to put on," Eckhart called to the group, drawing Blythe's attention away from Ivosolov. 


"See if you can find the kid some clothes," she gestures to said naked boy,"and if I can only get one thig, some pants or underwear would be great. Not a big fan of the breeze." She attempted to be witty to ease tension.