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Klimt tries to throw up, then discovers it's hard to do so without a stomach. Looking at his destroyed organ, he realises it was empty anyways. No big loss!

Klimt: "...is this how things are going to be?"

Rosa: "Yes. Put your guts back in, we shouldn't delay."

Eigla tries her best to look confident.
Eigla: "You might be fine."
D10 roll: 4, Failure.

Klimt thinks he's not quite fine, thank you very much. The ragged hole in his torso feels positively terrible.

Klimt: "I, I just, I need a little more..."

He looks for Flesh lying on the floor, but only finds small giblets. Taking ahold of the wandering legs, he quickly rips them into their constituent pieces.

Malnourished, sinewy muscle, metal-reinforced tendons, and more of the dark red blood that now coats the entire area. Barely enough for a snack. He feels himself salivating, despite knowing it would be a doubly futile endeavour. Not only does he lack a way to digest it, but the dead can't eat the dead.

Well, strictly speaking, they can - for sport, but not nourishment. Except those... Heretics. Absorbers of Flesh.


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Klimt: "Useless!"

Dropping the ruined limbs, he looks around for the rest of the ghouls. They are no longer in sight, but there seems to be a reasonably clear path in the direction they went. There's a faded arrow stenciled on the concrete floor, along with the letters "DECONT".

After putting the 0.25 Flesh inside her coffin for safekeeping, Eigla moves close to Rosa, scanning the environment for threats. Just crates, crates as far as the eye can see. Some open, some closed. Most seem to be full of the same glass and metal pods you'd seen before, though some have deteriorating cardboard boxes instead. A few still lie on large flatbed trucks, as if they were never properly unloaded.

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Name: Rosa
(TorrentHKU)
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You walk back into the crate you'd awoken in. There are some... Fifty, maybe seventy pods in it. They all contain a vaguely humanoid figure, but you can't discern much else.

There doesn't seem to be any sort of control panel, or manual latches on any of the pods. You'd have to break the glass door to open them.

What will you do?
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Rosa moves to try and open one of the pods, but Eigla blocks her path.

Eigla: "Wait, I'll break it."

Closing her hand into a fist, she begins punching the base of the pod's door. One, two, three, four, fives times she smashes her hand onto the reinforced glass, breaking open a small hole. Using it as a leverage point, she grabs the metal frame and bends it upwards until the lock gives, then swings the door fully open.

As the oil inside drains and sizzles, you see the occupant is a young girl with pale skin and paler hair, seemingly asleep. She's lanky and tall, though the black straightjacket she's wearing masks her features. Her mouth is covered with a metal muzzle, though it would be simple enough to remove.

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Rosa keeps her pistols trained on the girl, while Eigla gently shakes her. No response.

Eigla shakes her again, this time more forcefully, and you hear a slight clicking sound as a small bundle of tubes and wires disconnects from the base of her neck, separating her from the pod.

The girl's eyes immediately open. Unfocused at first, they soon contract and dart around the room panickedly. She tries to move, but is restrained by her straitjacket, and only manages to shake around in Eigla's arms.
From the shrill hissing coming from her muzzle, you realise she's futilely trying to scream through gagged teeth.

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