[color=fff79a][h3]Franziska[/h3][/color]
Franziska's Lab
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[i]thud[/i]

Johnathan hit the ground, hard.

Not quite unconscious, but not quite conscious either. Dazed, as he fumbled with his thoughts and tried to make sense of the situation he found himself in. He could feel the cold, slightly damp ground pressing into him as he lay on his stomach. A stone floor? Felt like it. Not quite natural stone, from the feeling. It was to smooth. A prison floor? Dungeon? Perhaps. Maybe once his senses returned he could make sense of it, but perhaps he wouldn't even have time.

[color=fff79a]“...What.”[/color]

The single word pierced through any grogginess he might have had. Something grabbed either side of his face, squeezing it lightly.

[color=fff79a]“You're not it.”[/color] The voice replied, slightly irritated. By now his vision would be focusing – and what he saw was likely one of the more beautiful women he had seen in his life. She was crouching in front of him. [color=fff79a]“Not enough tentacles.”[/color] The thing that was grabbing either side of his face, was her hands. Delicate, slim fingers holding a surprising amount of strength until she let him go, causing his chin to smack the floor again.

[color=fff79a]“You're a human. How annoying!”[/color] In a rather overly dramatic fashion, she stood up, holding a hand to her forehead. [color=fff79a]“I spent all this time, avoiding the church, gathering ingredients...and all I get is some random human. Some random pig of a human. Pathetic.”[/color] She grumbled lightly, hand reaching into her robe and seemingly checking something. [color=fff79a]“Or am I wrong? Perhaps a disguise? Bound in flesh and blood? Speak up before I find your presence needless and I get myself a new plaything. I was going to try a human chimaera of sorts next. Perhaps you'd like to volunteer?”[/color]

By now his vision would have properly returned, as well as likely most of his faculties. The room he was in seemed to be a basement of some sort. A quick look around and he'd note several macabre items sitting on the tables. A few glass vials, flasks, other instruments. A well used hacksaw was hanging above one along with some more esoteric seeming items. He could see a set of stairs leading up to presumably the ground floor of the building not far behind the woman. 

Her golden eyes fixed themselves on the displaced human once again. She seemed a bit calmer, but perhaps he should choose his words carefully.