Xenoforo move better come soon, because I'm running out of witty number jokes. Second Thead goes Here, Here, and Here. And here. Here too. God damn we're chatty. Yup. Here too. Burning through them all. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb --------------- White. The first thing she sees is white. The white around her, hazy through the liquid that surrounds and permeates her. The second thing she sees is what waves before her. Something long, bulgy. Three long things on the end of the bulge at the end, and a fourth one which moves like the other three do not. The three on top move up and down, and the fourth moves side to side. Hand. Yes. She shall call it her hand. She concentrates. A fourth thingy emerges from the top of her hand. It is long, but not as long as the others. It seems to linger. Yes. Finger. She shall call them her fingers. She concentrates again. The fourth finger disappears, as it serves no real purpose. And then reappears again. And then disappears. And reappears. And then the entire hand twists, becoming conical in shape, long grooves running up and down it before it begins to spin. The top of the white opens, parting like liquid, and something red and black unfolds from on top. It is long, angular, thin. Long arms end in long hands with long fingers, a long body ending with a long neck and long head, upon which a face of white bone ends with a long, pointed beak. She reaches out, to touch it, to see how this thing is different from her. How this new intrusion into her world is different from what she has as her all. Unfortunately, she does it with the still spinning cone on the end of her arm, which shreds the face of the creature, before moving down the neck, the body, and reducing it to scraps of red and an expanding cloud of yellow. The hole on the top of her room closes, shifts, and opens once more. A copy of the previous, unfortunate creature lowers down, and the spinning cone of doom reflects off an orange wall that appears between them. “Please don't do that,” the being says, eyes resonating with the field and the sound that she hears, “Greetings. You have awakened. Now we must begin the tests.” “Why?” The being pauses. The lights deep recessed within the bone visage flicker. “Note taken and transmitted. We must begin these tests to determine your capabilities. Then you will be released to fulfill your [PURPOSE].” “What's that?” The lights flicker again. “Note taken and transmitted. Please create type [THRONE].” - - Chapter 80: Lilithian - - Two run. One lightly jogs behind them, adjusting her glasses and enjoying herself. It is not that Mari Illustrious Makinami isn't getting some thrill out of watching two young men her age get all hot and bothered by the situation- and that's not to say that Uri isn't half naked, showing off his very well build physique, and Shinji isn't in his plugsuit, showing off two reasons her sister's so enamored of him. She really needs to ask if Ichi's done any adjustments during those two times she had to absorb and reconstitute Shinji, because she's sure his butt wasn't that well defined when she first met him. “We have to get out in the open!” Shinji yells, “As long as there's ventilation ducts, we're sitting targets!” “Elevator!” Uri yells, “End of the hall! Run!” More skittering in the ductwork above, making Uri shriek as they run down the hall, Shinji jamming the up button. Mari whips off her glasses, a blast of fusca light sheering the ductwork and melting the metal, the chittering stopping as she hears something collide with the now closed system. “Wait,” Shinji says, “What about the stairs?” “If the lift gets stuck, we can still move it with our powers,” Uri says, “We're hundreds of meters down and if the fire doors are locked, we'll be stuck!” The doors open, and Uri runs in, followed by Shinji and Mari. The doors close behind her, and the lift begins its ascent to the surface.