As far as Harpuia could tell, this was some sort of dormitory; the room he'd woken up in opened up to a hallway lined with identical doors. He didn't bother searching them; the most probable situation was that each would be identical to the room he'd started from. He chose to take it slow for the time being, making his way down the rows of doors at a careful, unhurried pace. Anything to help him adjust; everything about him felt too dulled, too solid, like every movement was happening a half-second slower than it ought to. It had him feeling almost too self-aware; even something as simple and mindlessly done as walking felt foreign, required a little bit of self-monitoring just to keep him moving seamlessly.
He could only assume that it would be better to be cautious, anyway; given how dark and empty the hall was, it was probably safe to guess some sort of curfew was meant to be in effect. It was unlikely he'd run into someone who could clarify his situation if that was the case, but at the very least, he might be able to locate a map, an exit, or... anything that could give him a better idea where he was.
It was a little early to assume, however, that he was alone. A dull thump and a groan up ahead pulled him out of his thoughts, quietly cursing the dullness of his sensors. How had he failed to notice that sooner? More importantly... was this a human? All he had to go by was the back of a head of dark brown hair, and the very same oddly old-fashioned gray clothing that Harpuia himself was wearing -- his instinct was to assume this wasn't a reploid, but then again... with bodies this organic-looking, maybe that wasn't such an easy distinction to make anymore.
Uncertain which he was dealing with, he opted to keep his tone neutral. "You. Are you injured?"
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As far as Harpuia could tell, this was some sort of dormitory; the room he'd woken up in opened up to a hallway lined with identical doors. He didn't bother searching them; the most probable situation was that each would be identical to the room he'd started from. He chose to take it slow for the time being, making his way down the rows of doors at a careful, unhurried pace. Anything to help him adjust; everything about him felt too dulled, too solid, like every movement was happening a half-second slower than it ought to. It had him feeling almost too self-aware; even something as simple and mindlessly done as walking felt foreign, required a little bit of self-monitoring just to keep him moving seamlessly.
He could only assume that it would be better to be cautious, anyway; given how dark and empty the hall was, it was probably safe to guess some sort of curfew was meant to be in effect. It was unlikely he'd run into someone who could clarify his situation if that was the case, but at the very least, he might be able to locate a map, an exit, or... anything that could give him a better idea where he was.
It was a little early to assume, however, that he was alone. A dull thump and a groan up ahead pulled him out of his thoughts, quietly cursing the dullness of his sensors. How had he failed to notice that sooner? More importantly... was this a human? All he had to go by was the back of a head of dark brown hair, and the very same oddly old-fashioned gray clothing that Harpuia himself was wearing -- his instinct was to assume this wasn't a reploid, but then again... with bodies this organic-looking, maybe that wasn't such an easy distinction to make anymore.
Uncertain which he was dealing with, he opted to keep his tone neutral. "You. Are you injured?"