Saix still hadn't figured out quite how to empathize with other people, but this didn't make him completely oblivious. Besides, when it came to his dog, he paid a bit more attention. It hadn't been hard to catch how the golden retriever had been excited just a second before, only to suddenly switch to his tail between his legs and pressing close against Saix. He had knelt down besides the dog to see if it was anything physical, when...
Well. There was a lot of light, and then a lot of darkness, leaving Saix to just cling to the two closest things on hand.
That was then.
In the now, it's the sudden burst of pain in his skull that wakes Saix up. He jolts forward with a hiss, hunching a bit while one hand goes to his head. There's a strange kind of loss accompanying the pain, something that makes him think of separation, but there's no time to ponder on it much now. Gritting his teeth, he peers up from between his fingers and beneath his hair. They're somewhere else now... The whimpering catches his attention and he looks to the side.
Awaking had meant his grip had loosened on the two things he had grabbed. On one side of him is a small suitcase. On the other, a golden retriever, curled up tight and nervously squeezing down on a light up starfish plush. When he notices Saix is awake, New Moon immediately presses up against him, still whimpering. "Good boy," Saix mutters, his other hand going to rest on the dog's head as he takes a deep breath. Something had happened to them, that much was obvious. Had the scientists had one last trick up their sleeve to ruin them? One thing's for certain- he can't think straight with his head in this much pain. Hadn't he had some painkillers?
Five minutes later and three popped painkillers later, and Saix forces open the door of his transport. Oh... He observes the strange area warily, fingers tightening around his suitcase and New Moon's leash. This isn't Vatheon. He tosses his suitcase down to the actual ground from atop this particular pile of scrap, just to free up a hand to wield Lunatic. He doesn't want to yell, but...
open to anyone who wants to find this loser
Saix still hadn't figured out quite how to empathize with other people, but this didn't make him completely oblivious. Besides, when it came to his dog, he paid a bit more attention. It hadn't been hard to catch how the golden retriever had been excited just a second before, only to suddenly switch to his tail between his legs and pressing close against Saix. He had knelt down besides the dog to see if it was anything physical, when...
Well. There was a lot of light, and then a lot of darkness, leaving Saix to just cling to the two closest things on hand.
That was then.
In the now, it's the sudden burst of pain in his skull that wakes Saix up. He jolts forward with a hiss, hunching a bit while one hand goes to his head. There's a strange kind of loss accompanying the pain, something that makes him think of separation, but there's no time to ponder on it much now. Gritting his teeth, he peers up from between his fingers and beneath his hair. They're somewhere else now... The whimpering catches his attention and he looks to the side.
Awaking had meant his grip had loosened on the two things he had grabbed. On one side of him is a small suitcase. On the other, a golden retriever, curled up tight and nervously squeezing down on a light up starfish plush. When he notices Saix is awake, New Moon immediately presses up against him, still whimpering. "Good boy," Saix mutters, his other hand going to rest on the dog's head as he takes a deep breath. Something had happened to them, that much was obvious. Had the scientists had one last trick up their sleeve to ruin them? One thing's for certain- he can't think straight with his head in this much pain. Hadn't he had some painkillers?
Five minutes later and three popped painkillers later, and Saix forces open the door of his transport. Oh... He observes the strange area warily, fingers tightening around his suitcase and New Moon's leash. This isn't Vatheon. He tosses his suitcase down to the actual ground from atop this particular pile of scrap, just to free up a hand to wield Lunatic. He doesn't want to yell, but...
"Axel! Maka! Is there anyone else here?"
And now his head hurts worse. Fantastic.