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 Kiran was disappointed at the lack of details they were able to procure, but did get something rather nice out of it. Someone with such a high natural pain toll Orange as to not go into shock after minutes of . . . [i]peeling[/i] was worth collecting samples of. 


A blink at the edge of his mind, like a fluorescent light flicking in the dark just outside your peripheral vision. What is that? Nothing in his cultivated systems and augments indicate if it’s there or not. A mental hallucination? No, there is a pressure, just behind the eyes. What is-


It Felt like the back of his skull exploded outward. And an ocean of [LIFE] spilled forth to engulf the room. Millions of years of evolution lanced through his brain in an instant, prey and predation in a never ending spiral all crushed into meat seconds.


Skin became scales, slick and rubbery, then feathered, fur and spines, all rippling in continuous patterns. Animal and beast became vegetation in mycelium, roots overcoming and twisting in natures’ eternal dance before a twisted and open mind.


[CENTER][H2][THIS ONE SHOWS PROMISE][/H2][/CENTER]

Something touched him, not in the physical sense, but like all that was [Him] was grasped. 
Alien, yet hauntingly familiar. Beautiful and terrible. 

A mouse in the paw of a lion. more like the progenitor of all lions. [color=FF0080][i]I’m scared[/i][/color]
It whispered and roared in too many voices.

[center][h2][SO MUCH POTENTIAL, BOUND IN TOO SMALL A SKIN][/h2]
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[color=FF0080][i]What are you?[/i][/color] He glimpsed it. He saw [b][THEM][/b]. Only because It had given permission.
Kiran, he was Kiran, right? Had he forgotten for a moment? He was Kiran Kingsley. Not an insect before something inconceivably vast, ready to be pined and displayed like some cosmic novelty. An endless knot, a beginning, the twisting of a sea shell, the curling of a fern, the coils in the brain of every human that learned to walk upright. 

[b][LIFE][/b] plucked at his very being like it was a harp. 

Skin, flesh, nerves, blood, bone. Kiran saw his own layers of his body pulled forward, like a school science textbook on anatomy. 

The strings were tested and tuned. 

He wanted to scream.

Mind, Body and Soul. All laid bare. So many eyes, so much [Presence] was he drowning? When had he stopped breathing? 


[center][h2][NOT RIPE YET. SOON THOUGH. WE WAIT.][/h2][/center]
[hr] Kiran woke up with a gasp. Coughing up fluid he couldn’t place and rolling to their side. Minutes passed before they uncurled from a fetal position. They were alone. Bodies still scattered about in twisted states of agony. A dead man swings from his chain like a hooked fish. What was that? [color=FF0080][b]"That . . . was new."[/b][/color] Their voice was horse. shit had they been screaming? Better get out of here before anyone started snooping around. didn't want to be caught too soon.
Perhaps some form of episode. [color=FF0080][b]"No, far too vivid."[/b][/color] Kiran collected themselves and went about gathering their things. There were more pressing matters to attend to and more information needed to find what had been stolen.
In their hurry, Kiran failed to see the [Spiraling] pattern all the blood had formed in the room, with them having been in the epicenter. Plants and weeds growing from the cracked floor along the drying crimson.