If the room she had woken up in and the hallway had been a little strange, this expansive room full of tables and people clad in the same foreign grey fabric as she was baffling. She had never seen a place like this in her life. There was sunlight streaming in through windows, sure, but where was the rest of the light coming from without torches or candles? The white, glowing boxes on the ceiling didn't look or smell like fire at all. She frowned, wondering if it was some sort of new experiment the organization had cooked up.
With the "help" of the two human women who had come to fetch her (though Ophelia was loathe to call it such), she was given a flat tray made of yet another unfamiliar material, and on top of that she was given a plate full of sweet-smelling bread and hot, steaming meat. Ophelia expected not to care much about the food, but surprisingly, she could feel her stomach growling and her mouth salivating for it as she was lead over to the tables. So in addition to losing all her strength, she had regained a human appetite. Interesting, but still frustrating.
As they neared one of the tables, Ophelia quirked an eyebrow when she noticed a woman with blonde hair. By her build, she looked like a fighter. She couldn't see the woman's eye colour yet and she wasn't able to sense yoki anymore, but maybe, just maybe this could be another warrior of the organization. And hopefully one that would be able to tell her what the hell had happened to her.
The human women seemed to notice Ophelia's sudden interest in the other woman. "Here, why don't we sit you down and let you get to know one of your fellow patients," one of them cooed, taking Ophelia gently, yet firmly by the shoulders and steering her over to the table where the other blonde sat. Ophelia only gave the woman the barest of nods over her shoulder as she took a seat across from the blonde. The two slipped back into the crowd, watching Ophelia from a distance.
The first thing she thought now that she had a closer look at the woman: damn, blue eyes. So this was just another stinking human. Oh well. She would make due with what she had found.
Ophelia put on her best "friendly-but-not-really" face. "I don't suppose you have any idea of where we are, do you?" she asked the human woman, not expecting much of an intelligent answer.
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With the "help" of the two human women who had come to fetch her (though Ophelia was loathe to call it such), she was given a flat tray made of yet another unfamiliar material, and on top of that she was given a plate full of sweet-smelling bread and hot, steaming meat. Ophelia expected not to care much about the food, but surprisingly, she could feel her stomach growling and her mouth salivating for it as she was lead over to the tables. So in addition to losing all her strength, she had regained a human appetite. Interesting, but still frustrating.
As they neared one of the tables, Ophelia quirked an eyebrow when she noticed a woman with blonde hair. By her build, she looked like a fighter. She couldn't see the woman's eye colour yet and she wasn't able to sense yoki anymore, but maybe, just maybe this could be another warrior of the organization. And hopefully one that would be able to tell her what the hell had happened to her.
The human women seemed to notice Ophelia's sudden interest in the other woman. "Here, why don't we sit you down and let you get to know one of your fellow patients," one of them cooed, taking Ophelia gently, yet firmly by the shoulders and steering her over to the table where the other blonde sat. Ophelia only gave the woman the barest of nods over her shoulder as she took a seat across from the blonde. The two slipped back into the crowd, watching Ophelia from a distance.
The first thing she thought now that she had a closer look at the woman: damn, blue eyes. So this was just another stinking human. Oh well. She would make due with what she had found.
Ophelia put on her best "friendly-but-not-really" face. "I don't suppose you have any idea of where we are, do you?" she asked the human woman, not expecting much of an intelligent answer.