Based on the directions Luce had given, it isn't much further, especially when they have an inclination to rush. They don't encounter anyone else on the rest of the way there, and for the most part the labs seem inactive, besides a few special sections of it. They'll pass through a dimmed hallway of closed doors with dark insides, and then back into the light. And that's where they'll see it.
There are three large devices, like dentist chairs crossed with high tech medical beds - another set clearly made to restrain and manipulate humanoids. Only one of them is currently in use. His frame seems almost too small for the machine he's latched into, white bones draped over whiter surfaces, his hands shackled high above his head and his feet down below, held at a diagonal incline with various straps for easier access. He's not wearing any clothes, and his bones are wet with stress born perspiration.
A thick strip of black material blinds his eyes, fitted to the dips of his sockets, with a metallic device spearing into the eye on his left side, and plugged into more metal further up his skull, sensors built into the slab, and a technologically dense looking collar around his neck. His head is strapped back, which is probably the only thing keeping it from dipping forward. The most notable piece, however, is the device that's been clasped into his ribs from the inside. Several almost spider-like metal appendages bind it tightly to his sternum, some kind of central capacitor device alight with a frail, flickering white glow.
The front of his ribcage is laced with fractures, as is his skull around his left eye, and the bones of his right knee. Sans is fragile, even by monster standards, and his body is visibly at the limits of what it can endure. He doesn't move, or breathe. The only way it's obvious that he's alive is that he hasn't yet turned to dust.
The only other activity in the room is a row of metal settings on a nearby table, each of them loaded with a fist-sized crystal of various colours. Each of them is glowing with an eerily unreal quality, and are apparently being monitored for data with unknown intent.
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There are three large devices, like dentist chairs crossed with high tech medical beds - another set clearly made to restrain and manipulate humanoids. Only one of them is currently in use. His frame seems almost too small for the machine he's latched into, white bones draped over whiter surfaces, his hands shackled high above his head and his feet down below, held at a diagonal incline with various straps for easier access. He's not wearing any clothes, and his bones are wet with stress born perspiration.
A thick strip of black material blinds his eyes, fitted to the dips of his sockets, with a metallic device spearing into the eye on his left side, and plugged into more metal further up his skull, sensors built into the slab, and a technologically dense looking collar around his neck. His head is strapped back, which is probably the only thing keeping it from dipping forward. The most notable piece, however, is the device that's been clasped into his ribs from the inside. Several almost spider-like metal appendages bind it tightly to his sternum, some kind of central capacitor device alight with a frail, flickering white glow.
The front of his ribcage is laced with fractures, as is his skull around his left eye, and the bones of his right knee. Sans is fragile, even by monster standards, and his body is visibly at the limits of what it can endure. He doesn't move, or breathe. The only way it's obvious that he's alive is that he hasn't yet turned to dust.
The only other activity in the room is a row of metal settings on a nearby table, each of them loaded with a fist-sized crystal of various colours. Each of them is glowing with an eerily unreal quality, and are apparently being monitored for data with unknown intent.