Night 64: Men's Bathrooms (M1-M40)

[maverickhunterx]

With a loud creak of the door, X stumbled into the room. 

It was dark, but spacious; his eyes could only see bare shapes, the glint of glass and other surfaces as they reflected in the dim light. Wherever it was, it was at least a good place to search. 

"Harpuia, can you turn on the flashlight? I can't see." 


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[lovesthepain]

Obediently, Harpuia complied, making a slow sweep of the room with the flashlight to establish where it was that X had lead them. It didn't take long for the beam to bounce off the mirrors, catching Harpuia's eye. Despite himself, he took a few paces away from X's side, beam lingering in place long enough for Harpuia to see just what he looked like.

Some small part of him had hoped he'd see the familiar sight of metal, of visible joints and seams, of the subtle camera-lens in his green eyes. It was a perfectly human-looking face that stared back at him, but he was oddly relieved to see it was still his own. His hair and eyes were the same color they'd always been, and each cheek still bore the distinctive emerald-green arrow markings he'd been given when he was built. They seemed remarkably out of place on a human, but there was still a sense of comfort in having them.

It was hard to keep the thought from squirming around in the back of his mind: if they were, in fact, organic, how did whoever did this manage to perfectly replicate his features? It was often easy to differentiate reploids from humans simply because of the artificiality of their designs -- too symmetrical, too even, too photoshopped-magazine-model perfect to be real.

Another thought to leave until later. This wasn't the sort of place Harpuia had ever visited himself -- machines had very little use for bathrooms -- but he was still able to recognize the row of sinks. Not likely to supply anything especially useful, then. Moving his gaze away from the mirror, he addressed X.

"Do you see anything of use in here, Master X?"