“Mother of Iapetus.”
The giant of a man surged forward, meeting the far smaller figure as she fell through the open portal into the sterile chamber of the infirmary, lifting the woman and her burden with care and bringing her to the nearest of the cold steel tables. “When you had the macaque bring me here, little fox, I must admit this was not exactly what I thought I’d find.” His dark hair brushed the ceiling of the room as he busied himself gathering several arms-full of equipment, before setting it on the metal surface beside her.
“Less interested in your opinions, Romi,” even in her native tongue, her speech was dull and slurred, every word an effort of will. “…than whether you can fix it.”
Ich ] Do not eat the babies.
Ni ] Sort out how I got this monkey on my back in the first place.
San ] Obtain babies. Make sure babies are securely fastened and in the proper upright position.
Shi ] Do NOT eat the babies.
Go ] Sing fun songs, allowing babies to bond.
Roku] Mmm, monkey brain soup.
Shichi ] Do not EAT the babies.
Hachi ] Babies are fragile, handle with care. I refuse to get declawed, though.
Kyuu ] Find a way to get babies to trust me, so they do not think I will eat them. Try to get babies to share their ‘life storys’, for very special episode purposes.
Jyuu ] DO NOT EAT THE BABIES.
A short while before the Scion band’s official request was made…
She had been right there.
Everything she had ever desired, a beacon shining against the night, a pinnacle of power and strength and nobility.
Everything she wasn’t.