06-02-2007, 02:17 PM
With a quick flutter of his eyelids Tapion suddenly awoke. The burning sensation in his midsection had faded away, and almost instantly he noted that he was no longer within the thick brush of the Dante. Two large florescent lights above illuminated the room brightly and forced the Konat to shield his eyes with the flat of his palm. As his gloved hand came into the warrior?s visage the obvious absence of blood quickly drew his attention.
With a cocked brow a billion questions quickly jumped to the tip of the non-transformer?s tongue, but before even speaking a single syllable the sudden foreign voice of a gravely toned man intruded upon the room?s silence. ?You?re awake?good?.? Flashing a quick glance over towards the source of the words, a stubbly chinned grey haired man dressed entirely in white could be seen across the room.
With the clicking of his rubber heels against the black and white titled floor, the apparent doctor briskly walked over towards the now conscious Konat laying atop of the room?s sole white sheeted bed. Reaching out with an extended arm towards his patient the doctor began to speak again, this time in a calming smoother voice. ?How are you feeling??
Without caring to answer the doctor?s question Tapion instead shoot back with his own, ?What?s going on??
?This is the intensive care section; this is where everyone who falls in Dante is teleported.?
For a moment the non-transformer looked blankly towards the doctor with waterlogged eyes, it was only now that he had realized exactly what was going on. He had failed. When the bright lights were burning brightly, and center stage was dedicated to only him, he had not risen to the challenge.
Apparently sensing the Konat?s grief, the doctor apathetically offered his condolences. Although his effort was admirable, Tapion honestly didn?t care for it right now. He was in no mood to be cheered up, nor have his spirit lifted.
Breaking a moment of awkward silence Tapion looked up from the floor and into the eyes of the doctor. ?Just tell me how to get out of here??
With a cocked brow a billion questions quickly jumped to the tip of the non-transformer?s tongue, but before even speaking a single syllable the sudden foreign voice of a gravely toned man intruded upon the room?s silence. ?You?re awake?good?.? Flashing a quick glance over towards the source of the words, a stubbly chinned grey haired man dressed entirely in white could be seen across the room.
With the clicking of his rubber heels against the black and white titled floor, the apparent doctor briskly walked over towards the now conscious Konat laying atop of the room?s sole white sheeted bed. Reaching out with an extended arm towards his patient the doctor began to speak again, this time in a calming smoother voice. ?How are you feeling??
Without caring to answer the doctor?s question Tapion instead shoot back with his own, ?What?s going on??
?This is the intensive care section; this is where everyone who falls in Dante is teleported.?
For a moment the non-transformer looked blankly towards the doctor with waterlogged eyes, it was only now that he had realized exactly what was going on. He had failed. When the bright lights were burning brightly, and center stage was dedicated to only him, he had not risen to the challenge.
Apparently sensing the Konat?s grief, the doctor apathetically offered his condolences. Although his effort was admirable, Tapion honestly didn?t care for it right now. He was in no mood to be cheered up, nor have his spirit lifted.
Breaking a moment of awkward silence Tapion looked up from the floor and into the eyes of the doctor. ?Just tell me how to get out of here??
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