Five would shove Gyre if he said any of his thoughts out loud. She was plenty aggressive excuse you. Fortunately she's not in a position to react and he's leaving to go to Nine's room. When he knocks on Nine's door, he'll realize that it's actually open and the door moves inward just slightly.
Except this time, there's someone here. Barely any of the yellow skin of her monster body is visible, her short form covered in robes and fabrics draped off of her shoulders. They look like they're made up of thin metal with white and silver circuitry running through them, and they're all in shades of black and gray. Now, instead of the metallic holes in the walls and ceiling just existing there, there are long cylindrical tendrils plugged into them. All along the walls, the ceiling, and in the various black boxes stacked up around the room. Every single cylindrical tendril trails back to the center of the room where the monster, presumably Nine, is standing.
Her hands are dangling at her front, head tilted slightly, like she's asleep. But it's impossible to see her face above her nose due to the helmet-like headset she's wearing. Her eyes are hidden behind a slightly rounded mask, all the tendrils slotting in to the back of the mask, seemingly emerging from it or her beneath. She's unresponsive even as he enters, completely motionless where she's standing.
Back in Seven's room, Five is making a point to not follow Garrot at all. Instead she folds her arms, watching him converse with the tank.
Ten, meanwhile, is keeping his grasp on the tank and it's a good thing that he is because when Garrot asks if Seven can hear him, the eyes vanish into the murk inside the tank and there's an unmistakable impact from within. It's as if Seven is punching the glass full-force and when they do, the entire tank shudders visibly. Ten's grip holds it in place, thankfully, but that hit would've sent the tank ping-ponging around the room without his help.
"I think they heard you." He chimes in, watching Garrot for what he's going to do next.
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If, or when, he pushes it open to look inside he'll be greeted with the same room he'd seen before.
Except this time, there's someone here. Barely any of the yellow skin of her monster body is visible, her short form covered in robes and fabrics draped off of her shoulders. They look like they're made up of thin metal with white and silver circuitry running through them, and they're all in shades of black and gray. Now, instead of the metallic holes in the walls and ceiling just existing there, there are long cylindrical tendrils plugged into them. All along the walls, the ceiling, and in the various black boxes stacked up around the room. Every single cylindrical tendril trails back to the center of the room where the monster, presumably Nine, is standing.
Her hands are dangling at her front, head tilted slightly, like she's asleep. But it's impossible to see her face above her nose due to the helmet-like headset she's wearing. Her eyes are hidden behind a slightly rounded mask, all the tendrils slotting in to the back of the mask, seemingly emerging from it or her beneath. She's unresponsive even as he enters, completely motionless where she's standing.
Back in Seven's room, Five is making a point to not follow Garrot at all. Instead she folds her arms, watching him converse with the tank.
Ten, meanwhile, is keeping his grasp on the tank and it's a good thing that he is because when Garrot asks if Seven can hear him, the eyes vanish into the murk inside the tank and there's an unmistakable impact from within. It's as if Seven is punching the glass full-force and when they do, the entire tank shudders visibly. Ten's grip holds it in place, thankfully, but that hit would've sent the tank ping-ponging around the room without his help.
"I think they heard you." He chimes in, watching Garrot for what he's going to do next.