“Put the— Put Kimiko down, now. This experiment isn’t going to produce any meaningful results.”
You abruptly release your hold on the human. How far will she fall into the blood? Will it act like the surface of a body of water or will she hit hard ground underneath? There is science to be done.
In the span of roughly eight seconds, a flurry of emotion passed over Kimiko. Fear, confusion, a little bit of appreciation. But mostly fear.
The metagross, for whatever reason, had decided to levitate her into the air, at which point Morgan... came to her defense? Why would she do that?
But Kimiko only had moments to ponder before she was released again, splashing back down into the blood pool with a sickening
squish. But aside from some mild hyperventilation and a bruise on her bum, she felt relatively unscathed. The blood that had splashed onto her trickled off like water, as before. Out of the corner of her eye, Morgan appeared to reach out for a moment but apparently thought better of it. Had she been trying to
help?
That is, until you actually find the "party," which is nothing more than a single red balloon barely hanging on by its dying helium, tied to the back of a white plastic chair that looked to be caked with grime and dirt. No sluts are present aside from those self-proclaimed, so its safe to assume your host was calling you as such and not just indicating any would be present.
She was distracted from those thoughts as something new happened, confetti and all. Kimiko stood and stared as her friend - actually, no, that was Odile, she realized - finally presented herself, waiting for a response. Kimiko considered hers; would Odile remember her? Surely yes, or why would she have been invited? Then again, who knew. Kimiko slow clapped for her with a small grin, feeling far more confident than she had the first time they'd met. "Honestly, I expected something freakier. You may want to mind your advertisements. How've you been, Odile?"
You’ve pretty much saturated me with just that. It’s the most… it was…” Delicious, tantalizing, she wanted it again.
“It was a lot to take in.”
That drew a nervous glance, and Kimiko subconsciously took one step farther away. She really shouldn't be surprised - she called it, after all - but old habits die hard and all that.
In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but think it rather odd just how many of the other participants seemed... less fearful and more
amused by their welcome so far. Some were downright ecstatic. She, herself, at least, had prior cause... were these
all people and 'mon Odile knew from... somewhere?
Regardless... it meant, she realized, that she was still likely to be the lightbulb to the moth that was Morgan for the rest of their stay.
