[u][b]Box 297[/b][/u]
[color=f7941d]A[/color][color=f26522]mo[/color][color=9e0b0f]n[/color] and [color=00aeef]yuga[/color]

Amon gazed once more at the videos the Yuga seemed to be intent on getting her to watch, mulling over the robots statements,  giving a harsh bark of laughter at the last comment, [color=f7941d]"I suppose if we're expected to kill one another , you may as well call me Amon then, and while I've little to comment on wether that number is your true value, nor wish to haggle of the price of a common student here, I on the other hand,"[/color] she proclaimed, hind leg once more unconsciously scratching at the collar, [color=f7941d]"am a bit more disposable then you may think,"[/color] she said giving a smirk as she stopped scratching at the collar, [color=f7941d]"something we may have in common."[/color]  Amon hesitated for a bit, before deciding to add a bit more, [color=f7941d]"let's just say the collar isn't simply a fashion choice, however dashing I may make it seem."[/color]

She got up again, shaking a bit to loosen her joints, before pacing the room, instantly regretting taking her attention from the screen as the [color=f26522]walls[/color] seemed to be closing in on her, sighing at the cliche, trying to seeing if there might be some indication of a way out, before turning  her attention back to Yuga, anxiety showing a bit as her thoughts kept coming back to the thought that they were in a box, [color=f26522]"as fascinating as your videos are my dear, I find this setting a-a little unappealing, "[/color] trying to keep control, honestly it would have been better for her to have kept her attention on the videos, but now she needed to get OUT, [color=a0410d]"so I propose we focus on finding a new strategy, rather than twiddle our thumbs,"[/color] she said noticing she was getting a bit snippy,  but not really caring. [color=ed1c24]"A-a-as quickly as we can, if you don't mind I don't do well on boxes,"[/color] a nervous chuckle working its way out.

How could she sit so calmly, they had been locked in a white, glowing prison, their was no food, and they had heard nothing since getting in. Her orb was starting to veer at seemingly random trajectories, nearly slamming against Amon a few times.

She could hear instincts screaming at hear, she was Trapped, she needed To Get Out, SHE NEEDED TO ESCAPE. It would be obvious that she was deteriorating rather quickly now that she had focused on her confinement. Her memories of her prior confinement rising again, she had told the them everything about her, he'll they had even learned her true name