[Tristeza]

He was slowly coming around, everything spinning each time he opened his eyes. Jude hadn't played nice, as always. When the security at the prison had come to get him from his isolation cell, he'd tried to get them with an improvised shiv. They saw it coming a mile way, so it failed. He'd had more weapons up his sleeve. When they brought him to the bus, again he tried to get away, producing another hidden blade. The third time wasn't a charm either, with him ending face first on the floor after trying to headbut one of the white coats. That was the last thing he remembered, that and something being stuck into his arm. Now here he was, sore, with the biggest headache in weeks and with everything spinning around each time he opened his eyes. At least they'd moved him to some sort of mattress. Softer than his last stay anyway. Where had he been stuffed in this time though? He had no idea...


Mirrin awaited in his room, bored. The scientists had promised him a new companion in return giving up on his request for a jacuzzi. The vain and bored creature that he was, Mirrin had happily acquiesced at the time, anything for the sake not being alone! Yet, they had taken SO LONG! Was there a shortage of people? How dull! The wyvern lazed around in his humanoid form on his bed. Even though he was a big man as a human, he still seemed to be dwarfed by the sheer size of the bed, built to accomodate his other form. Either that or for multiple partners... Mirrin would be happy either way.