[center][h1][b][color=plum]M[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
The sounds he'd heard just moments ago, had caused him to flinch with a hint of fear. Wasn't entirely sure what the sounds were, but they sounded rough. Like a certain level of gun violence had occurred just outside the pod he'd been trapped in. Muddled thoughts meandered through his mind as he stared at the back of his eyelids. He'd felt the pressure of his pod change as the cold air rushed once the lid opened. But he was in no hurry to move. No hurry to open his eyes and look up at the laboratory's ceiling. No hurry to think...

But his thoughts were intrusive. What had happened? Who was he again? Where was this? His mind's eye felt dazed. Unsure of itself and the more he pondered, the more questions popped up rather than anything of meaningful substance. But then a girl's voice caused his eyes to flutter open. Who was she? She was just as unknown to him as he was to himself.

She'd found something? "What did you find?" He questioned her curiously, but kept from pulling himself up just yet. He felt incredibly stiff. But maybe she would have answers to his milliard of questions. Though, her tone of voice suggested otherwise.

Finally, he managed to pull himself upright and attempted to lean over the edge of the bed. He wanted to stand and remove the ache of too much sleep. But his movements were slow and jerky. With a thud, landed on the cold hard floor. He looked up to the girl as he questioned, "Does it really matter where?"

He clung to the pod's framing to pull himself upright, "Nice to meet you, miss." He said with a soft smile, "I'd tell you my name, but..." His voice trailed as he noticed other pods in the room. Looked back to his own pod, saw a line of numbers... his barcode: [i]MC-457-R2M-21[/i]. He smiled softly, "You can call me, M."

"I wonder if there are any other survivors." M stated hopefully, as he glanced around the laboratory once more.

His quick glance led him back to his own pod once again. This time, he noticed a dainty stick with an amethyst for a tip. It rested against the inside frame. A key had been attached to it as well. It's ornate features were pleasant to look at. And was the only substance of color against the white padding. He picked it up carefully and examined it. [i]His warder[/i]. It felt important for any future attempts to get out of this place, and decided to clutch it tightly.

After a moment to fully soak in the beauty of the wand, he silently made his way over to the woman he'd been speaking with. Only soft thumps of bare feet against the floor escaped him, as he approached her.