Hostages

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[ Though you were in the elevator just moments before, when the lights were cut your vision went dark and you woke up somewhere else. Your body is in a good bit of distress, and if you think back you remember how you got there: like a story someone else told you recently, your memories relate it back to you. You know it, but it's not your problem. Not yet.

Unless you can't get someone to save you in time, and then it doesn't matter whose story this was originally, before they wrote you in. You're going to be the one suffering the consequences, because that's your body there, hanging in the balance. But your mind is still in this liminal state, and you can reach back and send your unitmates messages-- sort of. Dreams aren't the most reliable of messengers, but they're all you have to work with, as time is paused and your body is paralyzed, three threats breathing down your neck. ]

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LiliS:

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Threats: Starvation, injected with a mad science serum, having an arm chopped off

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[ Pinned down, you struggle. Your off-hand isn't strong enough to make up for what it lacks in technique, so you claw at the dirt and will the poisoned roots to bend to your demands but they don't leave the earth to defend you. They stay where they are and agitated, bloom flowers above you, but the spores are iron tainted and your struggle weakens under their influence. All you can do is scream, and bite and claw but it's no use against armor, it's no use under their pitiless eyes that you don't have the strength or reach to claw out, concave-starved chest flat against the damp ground.

You thought, once: so long as you stayed in the forest, you were safe, no matter what the outside world did and no matter what demands they made. That was before they drove cold iron in the ground, the roots of the trees infected with poison and so every bite you ate burned your tongue and made you weak, and slowly you and the rest of them had stopped eating at all-- you recognized this for what it was. A siege. They would starve you out, until you agreed to meet their demands.

Hunger has been your companion for months now, the boughs of the trees that once sheltered you and tended to you now were poison and walls, a barricade that kept them out but kept you in, the sun out of reach and your nourishment dwindled. So, you had taken up arms. Your teal blood and their iron-red blood poisoned the forest, but it was already poisoned, and how much worse could it get, really? You would waste slowly or you would die quickly, you thought were the two options, and you knew which you'd prefer.

But now, restrained, you see they didn't bring just soldiers. The distinct white coats mark the people who come now as experimenters: you don't think they'd heal you out of the goodness of their hearts. They did this to you and your forest and your people for a reason, and if you're not lucky enough to have starvation take you or to bleed out before the doctors see to you, you're going to find out what that reason was. ]

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