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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2012 14:04:51 GMT -5
The tears had finally ceased and Wulfen looked around. He didn't see anyone. He didn't hear anyone. He couldn't even smell anyone... Or anything. This wasn't natural, none of it was. He sniffed the air trying desperately to smell something, anything. Nothing. There was nothing, he was alone. Completely and totally alone....
Then he noticed something..... A smell. It was faint, he could barely sense it, he had no clue what it was but it was there. And it gave him hope. Hope that someone else was there. "Hello?" Wulfen called out. He followed the smell a few steps then it vanished. He looked around and tried to pick up the smell again. But he couldn't find it... It was gone.
Despite this Wulfen refused to give up looking for the smell. He kept looking, sniffing listening. But none of his senses showed signs that there was someone else around.
Then suddenly there was a sharp pain in his head and he fell to his knees clutching at his brow. He heard, or rather felt, a buzzing in his head. He clinched his teeth and growled in pain for a full minute before it stopped as suddenly as it began. He shook his head twice blinking away the pain in his eyes. Then a sense of dread, along with fear, built up within him. He couldn't help but fear the worse of what that was. 'Lupin?' He mentally asked fearing that his first true friend had just passed on. 'Lupin?' He mentally asked again before jumping to his feet. "Lupin!" He shouted out loud hoping against hope that his companion would answer.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jun 20, 2012 23:08:02 GMT -5
When Crane said that she could watch, Heather had a hard time deciding if she wanted to or not. She does have that interview to edit before it's broadcast, after all. On the other hand, it shouldn't take much editing so there's no rush, and she thought that watching might be interesting. Then again, it might not, so she opted to observe from the other room so that she could wander off if she got bored without disturbing anything. Though as she watches, something more the opposite happens: it's actually interesting.
There's something rather off about seeing someone on fear toxin when you're on brave toxin. Wulfen's now about as full as a person can get of an emotion she can't feel. Even though she knows what Crane gave him on a logical level, it still seems to her like he's freaking out for no reason whatsoever. She doesn't remember doing that when she was on fear toxin. Then again, that's a rather hazy memory in general right now... She remembers the hallucination, but she can't quite remember why what she saw seemed so... astonishing at the time. It was definitely unpleasant, she remembers that much, if only because even if you take the fear out of it the hallucination was hardly fun.
When Wulfen ends up on the ground, Heather frowns to herself. Well, now she can't see what's going on very well at all! So she decides to go join them in the room. It probably won't disrupt anything - after all, the guy seems to be hallucinating that he's alone so she suspects that he won't see her either. And that way she can see what's going on again and possibly even get a few questions that came time mind while she was observing answered.
After coming into the room through the door, which Crane left unlocked, she sidesteps past Wulfen until she reaches a more out-of-the-way spot near Crane. "Hey," she offers quietly, though more of her attention is on Wulfen. She watches him closely with a curious expression on her face, the questions floating in the back of her mind staying there for the moment.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 25, 2012 16:45:41 GMT -5
His creation was truly beautiful in nature, all of this born from such a small thing. It was such a light onto the world that only he understood. Even the League Of Assassins couldn’t grasp the true understanding of what he had discovered. He had taken the small flower and made it more potent, using his knowledge of chemistry and medicine to make the perfect mixture. There was truly nothing more beautiful in this world.
His mind turned over the subject as he watched the wolf suffer. His pen scrawled against the paper taking in his various reactions to the world that was around him. Dr. Crane looked up from his research as he called out into the room. It was quite audible and clear compared to the rest of the small rabbling he and done before. His hallucinations were starting to become worse, feeling the full effect of the toxin running through his veins.
He wouldn’t admit it but, Dr. Crane had experienced the toxin himself many times, even tried to build a resistance to it with several injections. It wasn’t that an immunity could never be built to it, it would just take a large amount of time. His toxins were so potent the risk was not worth the reward compared to what he could study with others. The idea wasn’t to study himself, he knew who he was and didn’t need any further proof of it. No one needed to know that he didn’t have immunity to the toxin however.
The sudden clasp to the wolf’s head caught his interests again, jotting down the easy to deduce infliction of pain. A headache that was probably purely delusional since he did no immediate harm to himself. He had already noted earlier that his panic was increasing. Hurting himself was a large possibility but Dr. Crane wasn’t going to interfere unless it was lethal or it looked like it could become lethal. When he called out for this ‘Lupin’, he wrote the word down immediately and circled it. This could have been taken in many directions. He noted the amount of panic in his voice and the way his iris’s had receded as if he was searching for something that wasn’t there. Lupin could have been anything, he had never mentioned it before, but his mind was twisting it into a much darker situation. Lupin was the Latin root for wolves, too big of a coincidence to let slide.
“Lupin” He said through pursed lips lost deep within his thoughts. His eyes were deep into the scene in front of him, so much so that he had barely noticed VerMillion come in through the door. The wolf was somewhat in her way but she did manage to get around him and come to his side. Dr. Crane didn’t acknowledge her at first, far too swept up in his work. She should be used to this kind of attitude from him while he was immersed within his research.
It wasn’t until she finally spoke that the life jumped back into his eyes and the world came back into focus. “Come to learn?” He rhetorically spoke quietly. There was no further point in withhold his voice since her presence had broken the silence and consistency in the room. It may make a difference for the wolf and it might not. He may take in their voices and distort them into something terrifying…or he may not heard them at all. That was the beautiful thing about his work, although the general populace seemed to have similar fears. No one person reacted the same. On that thought his mind turned to VerMillion but never took his eyes off his current subject. She had been given fear toxin the night that he kidnapped her for the second time at the Asylum. He didn’t get to study her long before the FBI was bursting down the doors. He never quite knew exactly what she had experienced and she hadn’t ever cared to mention it. “Does this seem familiar?” He asked her in his own way about what she saw, though he was sure her account would be very different.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2012 23:21:28 GMT -5
When Lupin didn't respond Wulfen's heart skipped a beat. This could only mean one thing. Something had happened to him... And if he had felt an intense surge of pain just before he noticed that the connection was severed that meant....... No it couldn't be..... It just couldn't be....
"Lupin please say something." He muttered. "Come on... Pressure me to try and date a girl... Just say anything......" When it became clear that Lupin wasn't going to respond Wulfen staggered to one of the tables in the room. He leaned against it and tried to gather his thoughts. He couldn't.... He kept thinking that he was alone, abandoned. And it was all because of this damned mask! If it weren't for this mask his uncle wouldn't have left him! He would have a family! Lupin............ "Lupin." It was alone.... Completely and utterly alone... Then he remembered the smell...... And then he remembered what had happened just before......... He slammed his fists on the table and looked around sniffing. He couldn't smell anything but he had to know where that man had gone.......
"Where are you? Where the hell are you?" He shouted. "You come out and show yourself coward!" He shouted. After some more time searching the area he slammed a fist against the wall. "You killed him!" He roared. His fear was leaving, and was being replaced with rage. He moved from one point to the next........ "So I'm gonna kill you!"
Though as his search dragged on he started to realize that he wasn't going to find the man that had stuck him....... He was alone... He wasn't going to find anyone at all. And so his rage left and was replaced with pure terror. He was all alone. Like an episode of Twilight Zone come true. He started to run as fast as he could trying to find a door, a mirror, a person. Anything!
Then e felt another buzzing in his head and felt his heart stop. 'Is this how its going to end?' He thought. Then he felt another terrifying prospect. Was this Hell?
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 6, 2012 19:11:05 GMT -5
Heather gives Crane's question a shrug, and she answers it by simply saying, "Curious." She doesn't know if that actually means that she's here to learn or not, only that it definitely means that she wants to watch. The way that the guy is acting right now is so extremely odd - to such a degree that she finds herself wondering whether or not it would seem so odd if it weren't for the toxin.
And she has to laugh quietly to herself when he tells whoever this Lupin is to tell him to date a girl - fits right in with certain revelations during the interview. She speculates that this person is a friend of Wulfen's, though the name 'Lupin' seems a bit odd. Perhaps it's the name of another mask wearer? She hasn't heard of one with the name, but it could be another newbie - possibly a teammate? She can only guess, but that's what it sounds like to her.
Another question from Crane interrupts her speculations, however, and she frowns to herself as she ponders that. "I guess a little - it's different seeing it than being there, though maybe it would be more familiar if I could feel it," she replies thoughtfully, "And the hallucination was way different - I would have killed to have thought I was alone. That just sounds really boring." Then again, her ability to understand someone else's fear is, if anything, even more crippled than her ability to understand her own fear at the moment. Even though it isn't hers, she'd at least understand somewhat the true horror it might be to someone to be alone. At the moment, though, she's actually quite a bit amused at the idea that a virgin is so afraid of it...
Still watching the hallucinating man, she laughs again when he suddenly becomes angry, checking herself quickly to make sure that she's out of the way. If it weren't for the toxin she might be afraid that he'd hurt her with his movements, but even without that fear she keeps out of the way simply because she doesn't want to disturb anything - the difference mainly being that she isn't nearly as conservative in her estimate of how close is too close to be. "Did I do that?" she asks curiously. Because she hasn't the slightest idea what really happened to her while she was hallucinating. Just that when it started she was in that cell at Arkham, and when she was finished she was strapped to a table at the hospital. If anything of reality leaked into the hallucination, she has no way of sorting it out.
As for the hallucination itself, she's intentionally avoided thinking about it ever since it happened. Even as a memory it was too intense for her to want to go back to it, though her mind helpfully kept it fresh by offering it up as a nightmare every time she tried to sleep - thank you, brain! The brave toxin is severely muting the memory, however, making it that much more manageable. It's still not the most pleasant thing to think about, though, and that even shows in the way she fidgets a little as if physically uncomfortable.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 12, 2012 15:48:40 GMT -5
Dr. Crane’s eyes focused on the subjected in front of him as ranted and raved. When the subject of ‘dating’ came up he shook his head. Just another weak male longing to submit to a meaningless fallacy. His eyes went to VerMillion beside him for only a moment as the thought crossed his mind. It could be said that he was currently suffering under the same delusion. That there was something between them, but nothing they could ever say would be was it truly was in Dr. Crane’s mind. To him this situation was entirely different. For the wolf however, just like so many before him it would be his end. Any man that lets himself suffer such weakness was bound to submit to it eventually, and forfeit their life.
It wouldn’t be done by his hand of course, the wolf would not die tonight if he could help it. When he was threw with him he would have to dump him in a ditch somewhere, leave him for The Batman or his friends to find. It would be an excellent message to send to them, a warning to the error of their ways. The wolf had actually managed to get up and move himself toward one of his counters. Carefully he placed an arm over VerMillion to keep her back, patients were dangerous when they managed to find the strength to fight the toxin
The doctor attention was caught as he called out the demon of his nightmares in jest. He couldn’t stop the wide formed satisfied grin that crept slowly onto his lips. The wolf actually managed to fail and pound his hand into the wall adjacent to him. The wolf was beginning to resist…It was becoming harder and harder for him to resist his own temptations to carry on with the subject. He needed to add a new variable.
Despite the small commotion he had been listening to VerMillion as she spoke. He had been curious of the night he had to leave her laying there on the floor. His eyes only caught a glimpse of what she was experiencing, as much as he could being unable to see it from their eyes. Due to the FBI he was unfortunately unable to take the experiment any further. Oddly enough she did come off of the toxin with her mind intact…which was odd for most patients.
“Abandonment is a common fear, heightened with trauma or childhood experiences, it goes closely in hand with the fear of failure and being alone” He made sure to use smaller terms so she could understand, believing fully that she wouldn’t if he assigned them their medical terms. When she asked if she had barely hung on like the wolf was displaying at the moment, struggling to stay on his feet now that he actually managed he nodded slowly. “From what I was able to see yes, You were huddled in a corner against my cell wall and experiencing your own severe hallucinations. Though you screamed and cried you never got up and moved around. Before I could further the experiment the FBI came and took you. “ He explained rather flatly still wondering exactly what she had seen. “What did you see?” He asked finally while pushing off the table and moving toward the wolf. “Stay back..Watch…” He warned her as he continued to do his work. The doctor couldn’t help himself as the wolf’s anxiety rose. The obsession in his mind drove him to be involved in his research, deeply involved. Slowly he reached out toward the wolf keeping a good distance from his body in case he wanted to become violent and touched his shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2012 22:05:05 GMT -5
Wulfen was now dangerously close to giving up. He couldn't find anyone. And the smells that were there before were now gone destroying his last bit of hope. There was no one here. No one at all. He couldn't even talk to Lupin... And that fact there was even more terrifying then the prospect of being in Hell. Because at least there he would have Lupin to talk to. Just as he was getting ready to go find a nice corner to sit and be alone in he felt something hit his shoulder. He turned quickly to see what it was. He was desperately hoping that he would see another living being. He would even settle for it being that guy who started all of this. What he saw was strange... It was Lupin... As he would see him during a heated debate. But different. Instead of being gray he was a dark black color with menacing fangs. And claws. He was salivating and looking at Wulfen the way a predatory hunter would look at its prey. Wulfen pushed his hand off his shoulder roughly and started to back away. Just then the room around them began to tear apart. The walls fell revealing a forest with a fog hovering around his ankles. He looked up quickly and saw a large full moon glowing bright in the night sky. He looked back at what Lupin had become and tripped over a root. He found that he couldn't get up, his foot was caught by the root. But not stuck underneath it. The root had actually wrapped around his foot! He looked back up and saw Lupin towering over him ready to attack. Wulfen brought his arms up to protect himself and screamed out in pure terror as the wolf attacked him. Then suddenly he was back in the room. He looked around quickly and jumped to his feet looking around for Lupin. He didn't seen anyone. Then suddenly he felt a pain shoot though his body He fell to his knees and growled, closing his eyes tight. He then felt his spine shift. He closed his hands into fists. and clenched his teeth. He felt his body changing growing. His bones where shifting around inside him. His eyes snapped back open as he screamed out in pain. His teeth changing into fangs. His eyes were now a strange yellow color. He felt his spine extending out. He saw his hands change . They grew bigger and his finger nails grew into sharp claws. He saw fur growing on his hands, it was the same color and Lupin's fur was just a few seconds ago. He then felt his skull changing. He screamed out in pain once again and then reared up. He looked at his body and saw that he had somehow become a monster........ A werwolf. He looked around and saw the man that started all of this. He also saw the woman that interviewed him..... He then turned his eyes back to the man. He then lost control. He stepped up to him. He growled at him and exposed his teeth. He let some saliva drip from his teeth and then he backed handed him hard and into the wall. He then roared at him with drops of saliva hitting the man in the face. He slammed his fists on the ground next to his head leaving two marks in the ground. He then turned around and ran to the door and smashed it down. He ran through the halls. Running into things as he ran through the halls. He then found a door at the end of a hallway. He smashed through it as he did the door to the room before. He emerged outside And ran off into the night. He later made his way to a roof top in the city and felt something dangling on his face. He reached up to it and took his mask off. He looked at it. It was that damn mask. He remembered what his uncle had said. He took it and dropped it, letting it fall into the the alleyway below. He then looked up to the sky and saw the moon. He felt an instinct rising deep inside his chest. He howled up at the moon. He then ran off into the night. Wulfen wan now truly the Wulf Man of Gotham. (Here's the werewulf 1.bp.blogspot.com/_uuWSOEAIs90/SdEnme24vGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/To5kopRaJQ4/s400/SH+concept+post+werewolf+Greys.png )
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 12, 2012 23:32:08 GMT -5
When Crane's arm moves to keep her back, Heather complies with the unspoken direction but looks over at him curiously. Staying back for the reason of keeping out of the way still makes perfect sense to her in this state, but isn't that a bit much? But she doesn't protest as all she really cares about is if she's close enough to get a good view.
She listens to his explanation of abandonment with a slightly confused frown, as if she's not sure that she understands. And she doesn't; even if no toxin were involved, her own life experience hasn't included much that would trigger such a fear in her. If anything, she's more afraid of there being too many people around rather than none. Yet she might have understood anyway if she was able to feel the feeling at all right now. But she can't so she doesn't.
Though she listens with interest as he talks about her own reaction, nodding to herself. "Yeah, that makes sense..." she says faintly as he describes how she acted, as she can easily see how that corresponds with what she saw. And when he directly asks her there's a short pause as she tries to figure out how best to explain it. "Well, I think it started with the Joker came. Or at least, the psychologist they made me talk to at the hospital said the he was probably never there. Anyway, the Joker came into the cell and grabbed me. Picked me up and put me on a table that just sort of... appeared," she describes, frowning slightly at that last bit. This whole thing has replayed over and over again in her mind enough times that she can remember it all clearly, and yet while she's on the brave toxin she interprets what she remembers completely differently. It's not the sheer terror of the situation that she fixates on more, but the inconsistencies of the hallucination that would have indicated that it was a hallucination if she'd not been too terrified to notice them.
"Or at least I think it was a table - I didn't see anything but that it was a flat metal thing I was laying on, and it could be easily turned in every direction," she explains, before shrugging off that odd detail and continuing, "Anyway, I was tied to it, spread eagle, and he cut all my clothes off with a knife. Oh, and at some point I realized that we weren't in the cell anymore, but a large room - I think that they call those things an 'operating theater' or something? But it was full of all these people sitting there watching - I think that it may have been everyone I've ever met that scares me, or at least that's the only thing I think they have in common; my uncle, those wannabe gangsta guys from high school, that kid with the really bad acne, that old man who lived down the street when I was a kid, and of course pretty much everyone I've ever reported about - all the rogues, definitely, and you too. So they were all watching and the Joker starts to torture me. And not, like, in normal ways either - kept taking suggestions from the audience. And they kept being very creative; especially you - you kept figuring out how to incorporate the things I told you about - snakes, drowning... Seemed like every time I thought I might be getting used to it, it would change." She frowns, and shifts her stance a bit, as the memory is physically uncomfortable even without the fear involved. Which is also why she refrains from giving any examples - she doesn't want to think about it hard enough to describe it properly.
"But everyone just kept laughing and laughing, and the more I screamed the funnier they seemed to think it was but I couldn't help it," she finishes, though there's a brief pause before she comments, "Though I learned something - I must be more scared of not dying when I should than I am of actually dying. Because, seriously, nobody could have lived through that." Pulling herself back out of the memory, she laughs slightly as she adds, "So, yeah, screaming, crying, not moving - that makes sense. You can't run away when you're tied down."
Having said all that, she content to be quiet again, though she's hardly finished when Wulfen starts changing shape somehow. Huh, that's strange. At least she's pretty sure that's an unusual thing to happen - she's never seen such a thing or heard about Crane doing anything that causes people to change shape. And it certainly didn't happen to her. Weird. She's quite passive as she watches the beast advancing toward them, uncertain about what she should do right now. Though when he swings at Jon she figures that she definitely doesn't want to be near the beast and backs up until her back is against the wall to give him some space. What happened to Jon did not look pleasant at all, so it's probably better to leave the wolf-like creature alone.
Fortunately, it turns and starts smashing its way out so she turns to look at Jon and asks, "Was that supposed to happen?" Her tone indicates that she's guessing not, but you never know. He made both fear toxin and brave toxin, after all, so that doesn't seem totally out of the question.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 23, 2012 15:50:44 GMT -5
Despite his movement to do what he needed to he listened to her story. When the Joker was mentioned a tight pull came into his jaw but shook off the frustration. His thoughts on the Joker certainly differed from hers. The man paraded around with no purpose, no plan and held no significance what so ever. The only thing intriguing about the man in fact, was his ability to resist his toxin…He didn’t frighten Dr. Crane though, not in the slightest. If anything Dr. Crane went out of his way to avoid the fraud out of the annoyance. When she mentioned his part to play in her hallucination he couldn’t help but bask in a certain sense of satisfaction. The world that she described was all her own, a perfect tribute to his work.
It was unfortunate that he wasn’t able to study her further that night. Her experience on the toxin itself was actually quite extensive and she remembered it quite clearly. Dr. Crane wasn’t sure how she had come out of it with her mind intact after giving her such a dose but he could only assume it had something to do with the Batman or the FBI. The cure for his toxin had been developed some time ago but it wasn’t cheap to make. He knew that the local hospitals kept a short supply on hand and the GCPD had it when they needed it. It never seemed to stop him from getting what he needed done, they just couldn’t keep up with him.
With VerMillion in this case a rather large exception was made. Normally when he was done with a subject he would have just disposed of them in some way. Left them babbling in a ditch somewhere for them to be picked up by police or family. Let them suffer in the true horror that governed their lives. When he found that VerMillion was able to get back to her life after having such a revelation of her true self, how could he let her go? Of course he always had an exterior motive in mind. She had explained her experience with the toxin quite plainly, being on its opposite effect now. Her realization was just further proof of how well his toxin actually worked. So many feared the sweet embrace of oblivion, but there was so much outside of its reach that was far worse.
When his hand slipped over the wolf’s shoulder he quickly flipped around. Dr. Crane Waited for a moment, not making a move while he focused on the lenses into his mask. A smile came over the doctors face as he felt the muscles in the wolfs shoulder tense. He must have been beholding something truly incredible. If only he could see his eyes through the lenses in his mask. With that thought in mind he brought his other hands up toward his mask to try and remove it. There was no real interest in knowing who he claimed to be in this world, or what society deemed him to be. None of that mattered to Dr. Crane. No, he wanted to know who he really was by seeing the terror in his eyes.
He suddenly stopped in his effort to pull off the mask as he felt a bone shift in the vigilantes body….That wasn’t normal….Dr. Crane’s hand immediately left his shoulder and took a few more steps back to just observe what was happening. His limbs began to come out of stocket and his bones clearly began to change shape. Dr. Crane couldn’t do anything but stand back and watch in awe as the wolf grew twice the size he once was. He had changed into some kind of monster, some kind of wolf hybrid. He held his ground as the beasts head finally formed out and the mask was now around his neck instead of his face. All that was left of his face was the fiery eyes of the beast and the jet black fur that surrounded the area down to his growling maw. The werewolf advanced on him and forced Dr. Crane to back into the medical counter behind him. His dripping maw came close to his face and emitted his intimidating roar. Dr. Crane stood with his eyes completely focused on him even through it, not moving an inch as the saliva went over his face. Dr. Crane was lost, lost in his own world about how this could have happened, about how this was even possible.
Finally the beast turned and made its own physical exit out of the room. He didn’t waste much time, just wiping the saliva drop his face with his sleeve and catching what VerMillion had asked. Dr. Crane only offered a slow shake of his head to tell her no before he moved quickly to follow the beast. The crashes through the lab could already be heard, so much research was being lost! So much damage, it was going to take forever to clean up and gain back. Knowing that there was a time for that he continued to pursue the beast until he again made his own exit at the end of the hall. Dr. Crane ran to the end of it and stood in the gaping hole to watch the beast run off into the night.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 26, 2012 1:15:45 GMT -5
It's actually precisely the fact that the Joker seems to have no plan that makes the clown seem so scary to Heather. What pretty much any of the Gotham rogues do to innocent civilians is not pleasant to think about, but at least with all the others you can have some idea going in what you'll be facing. And for whatever reason, not being able to know makes it that much more scary.
Then again, the fact that she remembers it all so well shouldn't be that surprising, given just how often she got to experience it again in her nightmares. Then again, the last time she had that nightmare - her first night here, as it happens - it became utterly boring. Get creatively tortured enough times, and it becomes routine. Then again, the brave toxin being in her system while she slept probably helped to. Last night her brain finally gave her something new to dream about. It was a very good dream: partly just because it wasn't the same one, partly because it would be rather difficult for her to have a bad dream while on brave toxin, but even under normal circumstances it would have been a good dream.
But what's happening right now seems more within the realm of something that may happen in a dream than in reality, even though it's the latter. After Crane follows the beast as it breaks its way out of the lab, she follows but at a leisurely pace. She's guessing that he's not going to be able to chase it down and will therefore probably not try, so what's the hurry? Stepping carefully through the mess left behind, watching her feet very closely to be sure that she doesn't have one of her infamous klutzy moments, she eventually joins him at the end of the trail of destruction where the creature finally burst into the open.
"My room and the machine are fine," she reports, having noted that both were missed during the rampage, "I guess that the lab was important too though..." She frowns slightly, a poor attempt to be sympathetic. Her experience in labs is pretty minimal - mostly things she stumbled into during high school and college to get general science credit. She hardly enjoyed the experience, so she just can't get upset over a destroyed lab. Then again, the fact that she's making any attempt to be sympathetic at all shows that she does genuinely feel at least somewhat sorry for Crane.
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