Malfunctions |: Lust x wolvenrogue :|

[Kathria]

The room was silent. Hovering above the ground sat the casket, the tubes that held human vessels. Every so often a doctor would come into the room, checking on the sleeping humans until they needed them. The doors shoved open, too men clashed in blue with red crosses on their arms strolled into the white room. They went down the rows of caskets before stopping at a smaller one. Each man went on either side, pressing the buttons on the side which lit up blue as their fingers clicked. The top of the casket popped up, smoke boiling out of it before it slide off and into the middle of the walkway. Inside was green goo, and the men stared at the wires that had disappeared inside the green goo. Suddenly a pale hand emerged from the goo, grabbing the side of the casket. The other hand emerged grabbing the other side. The small fingers tensed on the edge of the casket, knuckles turning white as a head started to emerge from the goo. Black hair with white bangs came to light before a soft round woman's face appeared. Her golden eyes locking onto the men that stared at her. Wires were sticking out of her neck and out of her pale arms. She pulled the wires out of her nostrils, breathing it through them before she blinked and wiped the goo off her long black eyelashes. Her round jaw shifted before her hands moved, pushing her up into a standing position. The young woman was completely naked. Her pale skin exposed with tattoos running up and down her right arm. She stretched her arms up above her head. The motion made her ribs visible and her toned stomach tense more. She had a small waist, large hips and large breasts. A birth mark was under her left toned butt cheek. Her small nose wrinkled before her hands moved, grabbing the wires in the back of her neck and pulling them out. She moved to the ones on her arms and legs, pulling them out. The wires left little niches in her skin. Her long hair rested past her ass in a bread and she yawned as she stretched.

"What do you morons want?" The voice sounded and the men gathered their voices. One of them took off their robe before handing it to the small woman who only stood at 4'9. She grabbed the robe and rubbed the goo off her body. The other man sighed taking his off as well and handing it to her. When she was completely dry she groped the dirty robe into the goo before taking the other robe and wrapping it around her body to cover herself. She moved, stepping over the edge. Discs formed under her feet, making clear stairs as she descended out of the casket. Her feet hit the ground, lighting up the tiles as she went. She looked at the men raising a perfectly high arch black brow. "Well? Are you going to tell me why you woke me up?"

"We need you to go on a mission to retrieve something for us. Seems someone left something of ours back in time." She grunted pulling the robe over her more tightly before she moved to the end of the room. At the opposite side of the doors rested a clear wall displaying all their suits and weapons hanging up. She placed her hand on the wall, the place under her hand glowing before the clear doors slide open and the equipment shifted before two metal arms brought fourth a white suit and a white gun. She raised her hands up grabbing the two items before she discarded the robe and began to slide on the skin tight white suit. She slipped on her whites gloves and white shoes before examining the gun with her name scrolled in black on it Sofia. She wasted no time twirling around and marching to the front door while hitting buttons on the arm of her suit. As Sofia strolled forward she grabbed a helmet from the edge of her casket and pushed it onto her head. Their was glass between her eyes and she strapped it in as her suit produced a bright light and she stepped through it.

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The light suddenly vanished in a matter of seconds, but long before it vanished the swooshing of air could be heard. At first the though of the wind being heavy had crossed her mind, then when the light had vanished it had become more clear on why the wind was so brutally loud. Sofia was falling, her hands were dangling in front of her barely holding onto the weapon between her fingers. Her legs were kicking trying to find anything to make contact with. Still, Sofia jerked her head to the side. The impact of the air hitting her so heavy broke the glass of her helmet. Her teeth gritted as she saw there was nothing below her but ocean, and she was a ways from hitting it. Her index finger tightened onto the trigger, her eyes bleeding from the glass digging into them, and Sofia jerked her body until she was falling face first towards the water. Her left arm hung out, catching with the wind and allowing it to pull her back. Her right hand stayed firm on the trigger, but it was smashed into her chest. She kicked her legs, but each attempt only made her look awkward and soon her heels smacked back together. Sofia grunted. Her right hand jerked forward as much as it could. Just as she pointed it out in front of her face to the water, she struck something. Was that a bird? Whatever it was it caused Sofia to lose her grip on her weapon and caused her body to roll. That was when Sofia's back hit hard with the water. The water rushed up in a point all around her and her breath was taken from her lungs. Sofia was completely under water, and she was sinking fast.

Sparks flew off her suit lighting up the dark ocean. Her boots weighed her down. Even though she kicked her legs and arms the weights on her hands and feet were too heavy to defeat with her suit sparking. Small hands grabbed for her boots, undoing them before kicking them off. Still being too heavy to get to the surface, Sofia unstrapped her gloves and swung them off before latching her fingers onto her helmet and pulled it off. She watched as the items disappeared into the depths of the ocean. Quickly, her attention turned to the glistening surface of the water. Now her hands moved in front of her and her legs kicked with all their might. Bubbles of breathless air drifted out of her nostrils and mouth floating to the surface. Her bloodied eyes squinted, hair clung to her body and face and..she broke the surface of the water.

With her eyes bloodied, it was hard to see anything around her. She could make out small and large shapes, some colors, but mostly red clouded her vision. Sofia treed the water. When she found the sight of what looked like people moving in the distance on water, she started to swim in hopes she could have someone help her. Better, she blinked constantly in hopes her vision would clear and she could know what she was facing.

 

[wolvenrogue]

The raiding vessel Rowina was plying the frigid waters of the north sea that morning when the lookout spied what looked like the largest fish eagle he had ever seen diving headlong toward the water. he pointed it out to the captain and the ship began pulling hard in the direction where they had seen it fall. Shortly before they arrived they something Ghostly white rise to the surface. It looked nothing like a bird. Nothing like any thing they had ever seen, though it had arms and legs and was more or less human looking, it appeared to be wearing nothing and its skin was pure white, moreover it was swimming in their general direction. They had never seen a bird swim, at least not like that. They reasoned it had been thrown down by Thor much as he did lightning bolts, and they had a good deal of anguish about it rapidly approaching their boat, and stopped and made preparations to flee should the situation become threatening. As the creature approached the realized it had the form of a beautiful woman and were a good deal more at ease, but still apprehensive.

Lars had not sailed this day with the Rowina. Instead he stayed home and sharpened his war axe. Today's excursion was to be a short one and was not expected to bring much profit so he left the journey to the younger less experienced and more eager vikings. He had earned the right to choose his voyages and this one just didn't suit him. He was a huge man fully 6ft 4 in height, with broad muscular shoulders, and sandy hair with a streak of silver that spoke of experience. He was feared by the younger Vikings, all of whom had learned at one time or another, not to cross the massive man. he lived alone, and for the most part kept to himself, on occasion taking a woman, but never being inclined to more than a night of carousing. He enjoyed a reputation for great prowess with the women and a member that fit well with his overall size and strength. He poured himself a great bowl of grog, and sat back in his chair before the massive fireplace, and used it to wash down most of a full shoulder of mutton. His rather peaceful afternoon was suddenly interrupted when a strange creature all in white burst into his cottage and dove under his massive bed. Lars was intrigued. Amused actually. The creature seemed far to small to be a threat, but was certainly brazen, having just broken in uninvited. It was an indiscretion that no one who knew Lars would have dared to commit. He was curious and peered under the bed at the creature.