The first thing you heard as you awakened was an unpleasant tone.
At first it sounds like a high-pitched whistle. Something you were familiar with. Instinctually you remember having heard something similar before. An explosion followed by the same disgusting tone that made you painfully aware of the slow passage of time. You counted every second exposed to it, every breath you took as it continued.
You felt a headache. Had the sound brought it on or did you have it the whole time? You couldn't tell. You were disoriented. Nothing here seemed familiar, except for the tone.
Slowly you became aware of other noises in the room. While it showed no signs of disappearing, at least being able to concentrate on something else would lead to distraction, and that hopefully to the relief of the droning feeling in your head.
"...could not be reached for comment. However, an official of the comission, Mister Marquardt released a press statement adressing concerns over supposed breaches of procedure in the handling of the squatters. Once again he urges collaborators to choose the legal way of blood or organ donation and emphasizes the criminal nature of the acts and calls the incident regrettable but necessary for the security of Berlin."
It was a voice almost free of inflection or emotion. A professional. As you raised your head a little you could identify the source. A small TV set.
You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the voice. You became aware of further sounds. Footsteps, far enough from you to not be worthy of any immediate attention and a rhythmic beeping.
The whistle did not go away.
You took a deep breath through your nose. An action you immediately regretted as the stinging smell of disinfectant felt like fire in your nostrils. You elected to breathe through your mouth from there on out.
Another sound. Close to you, no, right next to you. It sounded like a child greedily unwrapping a shrink wrapped present, followed by crunching sounds.
You opened your eyes again.
They meet hers immediately.
By your side, on an uncomfortable looking plain wooden chair sat a girl, who greedily devoured a handful of store-brand potato chips.
One of them fell out of her mouth, agape in disbelief.
She looked at you for a second, then grabbed the remote. For only a moment the room fell silent, save for the whistle and the beeping.
"ohmgrd"
She started coughing. First a faint hacking that quickly turned into an unpleasant retching. She quickly got up, hammering her chest as it went on. You wanted to get up and help her, or at least say something, but your body didn't seem to want to follow any of your commands.
"Doctor! DOCTOR! You gotta see this!"
She stormed out of the room.
Since your head and eyes seemed to be the only part of your body you were currently in control of you looked over your body. Your arms were covered in goosebumps. They looked strangely pale, as if all the blood had been drained from them. They were thin and lanky, and if you didn't know any better you could have sworn the slightest stress would snap them like twigs.
You looked further. The shape of your body clearly identified you as a
[] Male
[] Female
It felt strange, as if you woke up in the body of somebody else and had no idea how to handle this new set of nerves, muscles and tendons you were given. Was this really yours?
On the reflective surface you see a face you did not recognize as yours. You were
[] A bit younger than that woman. Late teens, probably
[] About the same age as that woman. You would guess early twenties
[] A bit older than that woman. Your mid-twenties.
You clearly had seen better days.
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lets see if ill drop it 2 updates in i never did this before
also expect me to screw up the lore see this as AU or something im not gonna dive the manga to get exact when i put this in another setting
also OOC vote
[] Japanese TG terms (Kakuja etc.)
[] I3uster's patented German TG terms with glossary
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Originally Posted by FSF 5, Chapter 14: Gold and Lions I
