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Klimt looks around. There's definitely been a fight, and a porthole on a metal door is weeping black blood and fleshy bits. Did someone try to stick their hand in there?
The lab feels strange. Like he's been there before, but he can't quite remember when.


Klimt: "Eigla? What happened here? You two need repairs. I need to find flesh."

Eigla: "There's a monster in there. Tried to get Flesh from it."

Rosa shivers, reaching in the air for something that just isn't there anymore.

Klimt: "Would you like me to get some more?"

Eigla: "It's dangerous..."

As Eigla drags her Sword away from the Flesh Hole, Klimt extends his lethal tendrils, breathes deeply, and approaches the door.
Eigla's missing an entire arm and her throat, while Rosa needs patching up for her abs, sternum and diaphragm. Seven Flesh in total, or fourteen handfuls of the creature's innards.
This could get messy.

He shoves his arm into the porthole, grabbing a large handful of Flesh. He begins to pull it out, and-

He's stuck.

But... The barbed wire around his arms prevents the monster from closing its flesh around him. What could possibly- Wait.

Something brushes against his hand. Lightly, at first, then more perceptibly. It's wrapped his tentacles around itself. stopping them from retracting. The feeling subsides for a moment, until the thing starts crushing his arm! Using his superhuman strength, he manages to pull himself free, rubbing the area where his arm begins to divide into tentacles. On it, are five very distinct bruises. Finger-shaped bruises.

It seems Eigla's hand has been put to good use.

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Klimt: "It took your hand and used it against me. I can't get any flesh from this thing."

Eigla: "We'll have to find another source."

Carrying Rosa into a nearby office and setting her on top of a rotted sleeping bag, Eigla removes the soundhead from her coffin. The girl is still completely unresponsive. She grabs her knife to begin the dissection, but her fingers are trembling from pain and overexertion. She's afraid she might not be able to get many parts out intact.

Perhaps it'd be best to rest now and leave this for tomorrow?
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Eigla: "Klimt. The murderous mass of meat has my arm. It might be able to unlock the door and escape.

We have to leave.

Now.

Can you get plastic sheets and make us some raincoats? Staying here is too dangerous. I'll meet you at the stadium entrance."

Klimt: "...understood."

Eigla stuffs the radiohead back into the coffin, then tries to take the sleeping bags. Unfortunately, they're far too decayed, and quickly fray as she tries to move them. Rosa grips tightly to Eigla's chest, murmuring softly in her sleep.

Klimt returns to the lab, finding several sets of surgical drapes to use as raincoats. They won't help much against a storm, but he hopes it'll have died down by now. Grabbing Emilia by the hand, he runs to meet up with the rest of the group.

They cross the arena once again, noticing the torrential downpour filtering through the holes in the roof, then enter the exit corridor. When they're halfway through, thunder strikes, and a figure standing several meters in front of them is illuminated from behind.

Red: "Oi. Where do you ♥♥♥holes think you're going?"
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Eigla: "Looks like Rosa's good deed is coming back to bite us.

Finish her, Klimt. I'll be your shield.

Just don't get too far - and, make it quick. My durability is low."

Klimt: "Away from this horrible stadium. If you're here to bid us goodbye, thanks - but if you're here to stop us, can I suggest you get ♥♥♥♥?"

The girl spits at the floor, sneering.

Red: "Can it with the empty threats, will you? Not in the mood for this. What I'm asking is- You're gonna run off in the middle of the storm, out into the wasteland? What comes next? Wander around until you starve? Go to the city and get shot? Is that your idea of a plan?"

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Red: "...Tumor? Lab? The ♥♥♥♥ have you set loose in my house, you farts?

Also, there's zombies with guns. The place is a damn stronghold, and they don't answer to the Master either. Get in a five mile radius, they'll shoot you for your parts. Lovely place to spend a weekend, eh?"

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Red: Oi. Don't you ♥♥♥♥ dare diss the Master. All this ♥♥♥♥ you see? I owe it to him. I said I don't wanna fight, but keep that up and I'll burn you to death then piss on the ashes."

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