RaijinslayerSubject 332 - Parkinson
'I'm Cold...'
Parkinson awoke to her very first sensation, the coldness of the floor she was curled up on as her tampered nervous system finally gathered all the the information her sensory functions managed. Her long, messy blonde hair would cover a large portion of her body as she remained in that position until the smaller looking being entered the room and gave Parkinson her first direct sound stimulation. It made her dizzy. Slowly getting up as it seemed to be what the other critters she recognized to be like her by instinct appeared to be doing. Her legs didn't seem to stable on her first try, possibly because of her more fragile body structure and motor skills, but she managed to keep her balance quick enough.
'This is... I don't even...'
Words formed into her head like she had lived years knowing them, even if the notion of time wasn't even a concept she was familiar with, it was like it was integrated into her and rightfully understood the mind twisting effects of thinking about it. She lifted her arm up, only to recognize a hand, her hand. The many lines on her palm, which was shaped exactly like any other, but with varying sizes. Speaking of which, the remarkable disparity in height and general mass of every individual also surprised her greatly, starting by the massive Amazonian-like female who seemed worked up by all this.
When that big girl's mouth opened, a sudden pain formed on the left hemisphere of Subject 332's head, an acute headache she'd soon discover would be her everyday experience until further notice. She'd press her the palm she was fixating on that side of the head as a reflex, hoping the applied pressure would reduce the pain. Although soothing, the intensity wasn't really lowered. It was the first time she felt pain, which didn't go well with the strange coldness she felt beforehand. Parkinson would bend over ever so slightly in reaction to 768's loud voice.
The idea of these 'special traits' she had just witnessed as well as her current status here became less of a concern as the head pain didn't cease despite her strong desire for it to leave. Andarta's couple of attention seeking phrases seemed like overly prolonged monologues for the easily irritated subject. She could only glare at the giant, unsure as to how she could react, or what would come out of her mouth if she let her instincts set loose. It didn't matter at the end however, her self control were of that of a person who just had their infected toe crushed by a slammed door. She'd explode.
"Shut. UP!"
She growled at the tall hyperactive young woman with feminine yet quite dominate tone, coupled with easily identifiable British accent. It probably came with her personality pack. Parkinson's eyes would widen a bit, somewhat surprised that such hostility came out of her being, and in hindsight, she didn't really approve of it. But she couldn't help herself, she was overwhelmed with sensory input and various information she had more trouble processing than the rest.
"Just... We got it. I can hear you, she can hear you... I think? Ugh."
'Sorry...'
Regret filled her when she accepted that she didn't enjoy freely releasing hostility on people like that. Her headache, though still present, would be somewhat appeased when she'd actually release steam. It was possible that the sudden surge of adrenaline reduced her reaction to the pain. Nonetheless, she felt something else that she had a hard time understanding. Pride. She regretted what she did, but she truly thought she wasn't in the wrong here. She was sorry deep down, but the didn't have to know that.
Before she'd add anything else, she was scared to suddenly explode again, so she kept her distances until a few things would be answered. She had a few questions of her own, but she'd have to be accustomed to actually existing before exhibiting any form of curiosity. She was just cautious like that.
