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Who: Alisaie Leveilleur (

adelphoi) & Prompto Argentum (

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What: Blinded with science pt. 2!
When: nowish
Where: The Institute in Olympia
Warning(s): None yet? Some disturbing ideas probably, given the quest..

[ alisaie had hoped to never find herself back in this awful place again, and yet here they are - she cannot very well pass up an attempt to shine a light on whatever myriad horrifying things evras is up to, even if it means sticking out her neck, or uncovering anything.. unsavory. what they found last time was unnerving, and this time they have been asked to go even deeper still, to dig right into the heart of this place, but honestly, she worries more for prompto than for herself. what they found last time had been.. upsetting to him, and no doubt they will find more evidence still.

but he's strong, and he's made his choice; if he were not able to handle the possibility of what they might face here, he would not have come. he's come a long way. she trusts him to get the job done.

they slip in the same way they did the last time, all those moons ago, and it is easier still with only the two of them, they are able to move quickly and reach the archives twice as fast. but it is here that they part ways; it will be far easier to cover more ground if they split off momentarily. alisaie touches his elbow, speaking quietly, ducked behind a row of filing cabinets. ]

I shall take the west, and you the east - whoever finishes their sweep first will seek out the other. No more than an hour.

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[ He jumps lightly at her touch, so absorbed in what he's seeing on the screen that he nearly forgets where he is, or that someone was by his side. Immediately, however, his gaze flickers to her, anxious and pale, as he searches for the words to put what he's seeing into. ]

It's...Evras, he... [ He swallows thickly as the footage of the training scenario cuts out and the recording of Cree begins. How had he not made the connection before? Of course Evras would have made S-8, given what kind of experiments are going on in this lab. And yet he hadn't put it together before now. And the things Evras had done to him, treating him like he was nothing, just a machine...

Well, it hits a little close to home. ]

That...S-8. The one who was involved with the plague. [ A fun subject for all, he knows. ] Evras...made him. And he treated him like, like...

[ She can probably piece it together pretty well. Like how he would have been treated if he'd grown into what he was meant to be. ]

[ it doesn't take her long at all to piece it together, between prompto's explanation and what she now sees on the screen before them, and she knows immediately what the problem is. anger boils in her blood, though more for prompto than for anything else, and her hand on his arm moves to his back, rubbing gently. ]

I see.

[ but she forces herself to keep on track - the sooner they finish this the better, for the sake of the mission, and for prompto. ]

Come, darling. We will take it to Cree.

[ Even after the recording finishes, it continues to pull at his heart in uncomfortable, painful ways, and were Alisaie not at his side, Prompto would need more time to find the courage to leave this place, to move forward with the knowledge he has just acquired. They need to go, and dawdling here will not do them any favors if more archivists show up.

So with a heavy sigh, Prompto pockets the USB and steps away from the computer. However, before he starts for the door, he dips down to find her mouth with his own, an ardent, desperate kiss that conveys more than his words can about how much he appreciates her, how grateful he is for her and the fact that she is here with him at all. It doesn't linger, because he cannot linger here, but it is warm and deep and needy, and when he draws back, finding her hand, it feels far too soon. ]

Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here.