Lavinia sat next to Alison, watching the rest of the bar curiously...she wanted to talk with them, but the crowds of people scared her- too many to count. She gave a small sigh, and rested her head on Alison's shoulder, content to simply sit there.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
"What am I doing here?"
Speaking in a quiet tone, more to himself than to Fro
"Being around people can... Make me lose myself sometimes"
Chris stood to exit the bar. Seeing the door blocked by some loud patrons, he decided to try and talk with Alison and Lavinia one more time, and starts walking around the room to reach the table.
Alison rests her head on Lavinia's, eying the odd looking creature that approached them.
"Why hello again! Care to join us?"
Alison quickly downs her second shot, and points to the bench across the table.
"Sit, tell your story stranger."
"Thank you miss"
Chris takes a seat across from the two women
"Um... you realy want to hear my story?"
Chris' tail twitches
" I guess I'll tell you...but I warn you, it's not a happy one."
Chris starts to unfold a thrilling adventure of how he came to be, every detail exact, down to how many times he had faced death at the hands
of a company wanting his DNA for genetic testing. He talks about the horror he faced in the holding cells and and the tests done on his body.
How they took every muscle off of him while he was fully awake, and he recalls every stitch as they put him back together.
Chris' black and glold eyes begin to glaze over as he relives a nightmare past that has not been touched in over a year.
Chris is now talking slowly and distently, as if in another world. He starts shaking slightly when he talks about his escape from the labs, the number of people that lost
there life because of his want to be free. As he comes to an end Chris puts his head in his paws and covers his eyes, trying, beyond all hope, to keep himself together.
Lavinia listened, half-awake on Alison's shoulder, a state perpetuated by the fact that she rarely sleeps, instead sustaining herself on the power of her ship. She slowly blinked at Chris, her eyes fixed on him.
"W-well...how...how did you escape, then?"
She relaxes onto Alison's arm, falling slowly asleep in the quiet ambience of the bar.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
"Hmm...the last day I was there, there was a poweroutage, Turning off the force restraints on my cage.... I took that chance to make a run for the hanger...when I was got there, killed the pilot who used to own my ship....It took weeks to get his blood off of the seat....I don't know if I can talk about this for much longer..."
Chris pulls out a strange looking pill and puts it in his mouth and chews it up, buy the look on his face you can tell it isn't very good.
Errant motions for the bartender, conversing with him for a brief moment before grabbing Chris' attention, obviously wanting him to come back to the table. He lights another stick of cardamine.
A whole fleet... would take some time... a lot of credits. Hell, don't know if that crew thinks I'm alive or dead... wonder what they're up to...
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