The figure in the teleporter stirs, finally agitated by the light.
At first it simply rocks in place a bit, like someone trying to stand up while drunk. Then it bangs on the side, flat palmed. Once. Twice. It's hand slips, fumbling before it slides in between the glass and the rubble, and with a slow painful creek, it slides open.
The figure crawls out, dragging itself out of it's hiding place, twisting this way and that until it's finally free. The only other sound it's making is a horrible moaning breath, the sound of someone in deep pain.
And Pidge, or the twisted form of what used to be Pidge, fixes her eyes on them both as she claws her way to her feet. She hunches at the sight, metallic tongue flicking across razor teeth.
Organics.
She lets out a hideous screech, loud enough to rattle what's left of the glass walls of the lab, before lunging, claws outstretched, at the small weak wounded prey on the floor.
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At first it simply rocks in place a bit, like someone trying to stand up while drunk. Then it bangs on the side, flat palmed. Once. Twice. It's hand slips, fumbling before it slides in between the glass and the rubble, and with a slow painful creek, it slides open.
The figure crawls out, dragging itself out of it's hiding place, twisting this way and that until it's finally free. The only other sound it's making is a horrible moaning breath, the sound of someone in deep pain.
And Pidge, or the twisted form of what used to be Pidge, fixes her eyes on them both as she claws her way to her feet. She hunches at the sight, metallic tongue flicking across razor teeth.
Organics.
She lets out a hideous screech, loud enough to rattle what's left of the glass walls of the lab, before lunging, claws outstretched, at the small weak wounded prey on the floor.