Leaving Reno behind to smoke, Iris drifted off to explore her half of the building. It was a nice building, if she didn’t think too hard about what had been (would be) done to Zack if they didn’t do this, ruin everything.
Of course, since she couldn’t help thinking about Zack, it meant that the first person she encountered (having a smoke, funnily enough, by one of the windows) died a painful death as one of her poisons froze his muscles and he asphyxiated under her cold, empty eyes.
She loved Reno, and trusted him, so her temper hadn’t been taken out on him. But Iris had a terrible temper and, for the first time, a chance to hurt those who’d hurt Zack.
There weren’t many people on her side of the building--more the pity--but each of them (two scientists, a handful of guards) died in excruciating pain and completely silently, with her watching them.
When she wasn’t murdering people, she had a much better time rifling through drawers and cabinets, looking for secrets, and finding a few. Some of the science went over her head (Iris was very, very good at botany and at putting people back together; this was not that) but she read it all anyway, steadily making her way back towards the center of it all.
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Re: Nibelheim, Gaia, Thursday Morning
Date: 2019-04-11 01:46 am (UTC)Of course, since she couldn’t help thinking about Zack, it meant that the first person she encountered (having a smoke, funnily enough, by one of the windows) died a painful death as one of her poisons froze his muscles and he asphyxiated under her cold, empty eyes.
She loved Reno, and trusted him, so her temper hadn’t been taken out on him. But Iris had a terrible temper and, for the first time, a chance to hurt those who’d hurt Zack.
There weren’t many people on her side of the building--more the pity--but each of them (two scientists, a handful of guards) died in excruciating pain and completely silently, with her watching them.
When she wasn’t murdering people, she had a much better time rifling through drawers and cabinets, looking for secrets, and finding a few. Some of the science went over her head (Iris was very, very good at botany and at putting people back together; this was not that) but she read it all anyway, steadily making her way back towards the center of it all.