If any of that reaches Tenten, she doesn't give a response. At least she's breathing, the bubbling noise making that perfectly clear.
The door gives way fairly easily. Even without being She-Ra, Adora at full speed isn't exactly a marshmallow flying from a slingshot. There's motion-a door closing just as she enters, and a solid click as it locks.
The room-it's an employee lounge. Two worn couches, a recliner, a coffee table with some outdated magazines, a TV screen mounted on the wall, a water cooler, and a pair of snack machines. Slumped against the water cooler is a man, a security guard, his gun still held in his hand. His chest has a hole in it and, sitting in his lap, is a heart that gives one, two, three more pulses before lying still.
Three candles rest on top of the water cooler. Two are flickering, nearly out, and one wick is extinguished, still smoking. Across from it, the TV lets out a bit of fanfare as it switches to the evening movie, something from 20th Century Fox. Underneath it is a small figure dangling from the same mount holding the screen up. A plastic bag is over their head, fogged up, but how many people does Adora know with long, purple hair?
Scratch that. How many New Hires does Adora know with purple hair?
Wrapped around her neck is a bloody strap, leading down her back, threaded through her wrists. Her ankles have been merely tied, but the knots are designed to make the loop around Setsuna's neck tighter the more she struggles. There's a steady flow of crimson coming from somewhere in her back, but all of this is fresh.
Speaking of Tenten, a close examination of the material binding Setsuna explains where at least part of her missing skin went.
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The door gives way fairly easily. Even without being She-Ra, Adora at full speed isn't exactly a marshmallow flying from a slingshot. There's motion-a door closing just as she enters, and a solid click as it locks.
The room-it's an employee lounge. Two worn couches, a recliner, a coffee table with some outdated magazines, a TV screen mounted on the wall, a water cooler, and a pair of snack machines. Slumped against the water cooler is a man, a security guard, his gun still held in his hand. His chest has a hole in it and, sitting in his lap, is a heart that gives one, two, three more pulses before lying still.
Three candles rest on top of the water cooler. Two are flickering, nearly out, and one wick is extinguished, still smoking. Across from it, the TV lets out a bit of fanfare as it switches to the evening movie, something from 20th Century Fox. Underneath it is a small figure dangling from the same mount holding the screen up. A plastic bag is over their head, fogged up, but how many people does Adora know with long, purple hair?
Scratch that. How many New Hires does Adora know with purple hair?
Wrapped around her neck is a bloody strap, leading down her back, threaded through her wrists. Her ankles have been merely tied, but the knots are designed to make the loop around Setsuna's neck tighter the more she struggles. There's a steady flow of crimson coming from somewhere in her back, but all of this is fresh.
Speaking of Tenten, a close examination of the material binding Setsuna explains where at least part of her missing skin went.