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 At the very instance of Pseudo's departure, a flattened object of spherical shape-- something that appeared to be a thickened disc-- wheeled its way in rotation towards the prisoners. Once it fell flat on the cold hard ground, a beautiful thing happened...  A cyan cloud transpired from a tiny opening at the center of the foreign object-- gas grenade. Owen, [i]the king[/i], curled in languid reaction, helpless. The last he recognized was the entanglement of puffs swirling in mad seductive dance, putting him to sleep. His body sunk deep with Tahlia's warmth enclosing on him as she had too folded beneath the contaminated air. Her faint body next to his faint body. 

As for Echo, perhaps in those few seconds that she had in realization of the situation, she did reflect on the revisit. For a second time she experienced a sensation of intake and then slumber. This time it was in the form of gas, rather than a puny pill. Maybe she relished it. 
It was a peaceful reminder of an anticipated death... 

Yaz, poor thing may have cried if spared the chance. Every breath taken was spoiled, defiled-- corrupted. She was a young innocent girl when first joining the project. She wanted to be a part of a movement that swore preservation, though it swore with many circling secrets. The air was pure before adulterated. 

With eyes closed, their darkness consumed them.

[b]Light.[/b]

Light. They were awake now. 
And in a different place.

[b]Relief? [/b]
Maybe... 

The king and queen awoke to discover themselves breathing again, but breathing together, right next to each other. It was a bedroom with the two pressed against a bed, one of massive size to fit virtually the most common creature. Well, even the most uncommon creature such as the man and the woman. Though the two were still dressed in the same clothes during the arrest, they could still feel the soothing heat of a fireplace. The room itself was rather luxurious compare to their previous cell. Hardwood floors and a door to the balcony was hardly something to complain about. Balcony, that was significance, it gave them a setting. 

Once those doors were swung open, then she could at least be aware, and he at least wonder... more... 
Because what lied behind those doors was the outside world, an [i]alien[/i] world. But it did not seem alien, it seemed familiar, it conceived a distant memory, a reminder. It was chilling to away from a century sleep in the cryo-tank. And now, it was just as chilling to fathom yourself surrounded by floating bodies of ice knowing that your on one tiny island plagued as a wintry wasteland. And you are reminded of this with the stains of snow on every window you pass. Isolation, aren't you use to it?  

Yaz and Echo were paired together in their own room, down the hall from where A room that appeared to be once for children. The two were laid on their own separate twin beds. But it was just as cozy as Tahlia and Owen's room, maybe even much more interesting as there were shelves. On these shelves were wooden figurines that appeared to resemble peculiar races that they are just destined to see. One toy could be identified as a Britheian. But was it ironic in how these figurines were placed in a circle with one creature in the center. In the coming, they will be that creature in the center. 

Yet for the time being, they must cope with the message sent by their new bot [i]friend[/i], the Pseudo-Human:

[color=B0E0E6]"Greetings... again. You have been placed in a remote location for your sake of security. For the time now, I am preoccupied and there is no set date for my arrival, but I will return. And when I return you will present in front of the Principality. But I do apologize for the delay."[/color] The audio chip that was placed on the nightstand in Tahlia and Owen's room ends. What were they going to do in the meantime? What was left for them to do? It was up to them.

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