[Sheena closes her eyes as well, dutifully tries to keep her mind blank as he does whatever it is he's trying to do. It's disorienting, letting someone in like this, but she doesn't fight it, sinking down into the place where their minds meet. There's a faint impression of something orange behind her eyes, a distant glow, but it passes quickly as the world fades down to black. When it comes back up...
She's in some kind of cylinder, just barely large enough not to set off claustrophobia in and of itself but the walls looming far too close anyway. There are wires under her skin, like one of those compatibility experiments for summoning they'd run on her back at the research academy, but the bands holding her arms down are new and stifling. She looks down at her bound arms, struck by the barely-luminescent lines down them more than any of the other differences from what she would have expected to see.
"Beginning test fire," a voice says from somewhere outside the cylinder, muffled, and the world goes white, nothing left but the faintest outlines of objects in her vision. She's screaming, but it's not her voice - beyond it, distantly, she can just make out more voices, the vibration of the pod shaking as someone bangs at the controls on the outside. All she can do is watch in numb horror, and wait for it to end, but it's gone on so long--
And then something snaps, so far away she shouldn't have any awareness of it from here, and the world evens out until even the faintest details are gone and nothing remains but white streaked with orange. Her eyes fly open.
Sheena feels like she's rooted in place, her hand not even falling from its position as he lets go and stumbles back. Her other hand comes up to cover her mouth, struck numb with horror.]
What was th-- [Goddess, no, talking was a mistake. She feels like she's gonna be sick. She shakes her head and swallows hard, squats down where she stands in an attempt to not throw up all over the nice floors of the castle.]
THE MURDER WEAPON YOU USED ON ME?
She's in some kind of cylinder, just barely large enough not to set off claustrophobia in and of itself but the walls looming far too close anyway. There are wires under her skin, like one of those compatibility experiments for summoning they'd run on her back at the research academy, but the bands holding her arms down are new and stifling. She looks down at her bound arms, struck by the barely-luminescent lines down them more than any of the other differences from what she would have expected to see.
"Beginning test fire," a voice says from somewhere outside the cylinder, muffled, and the world goes white, nothing left but the faintest outlines of objects in her vision. She's screaming, but it's not her voice - beyond it, distantly, she can just make out more voices, the vibration of the pod shaking as someone bangs at the controls on the outside. All she can do is watch in numb horror, and wait for it to end, but it's gone on so long--
And then something snaps, so far away she shouldn't have any awareness of it from here, and the world evens out until even the faintest details are gone and nothing remains but white streaked with orange. Her eyes fly open.
Sheena feels like she's rooted in place, her hand not even falling from its position as he lets go and stumbles back. Her other hand comes up to cover her mouth, struck numb with horror.]
What was th-- [Goddess, no, talking was a mistake. She feels like she's gonna be sick. She shakes her head and swallows hard, squats down where she stands in an attempt to not throw up all over the nice floors of the castle.]