[Biolab]
Standing before her is a tall, armored, and possibly female figure; its gauntlets are spiked and from its armored half-skirt winds a metallic tail ending in a barbed blade.
It looms over her a moment, its black eyeslits showing nothing... then collapses to one knee, heaving with effort.
BioLab
Megan pulls out her derringer and aims it at the figure.
"You move a muscle I don't tell you to move and you'll be finding yourself full of bullets." she said as a couple of her personal Mechano-Panthers come slinking towards them.
[BioLab]
The armored thing slumps sideways to the floor, seemingly unable to support itself.
The bladed tail literally begins to melt away as if turning to vapor then and there.
Doesn't look like anyone's in danger from this being, unless they happened to trip over it and scrape themselves on the spikes.
[BioLab]
Nnngh.
The armor starts melting away as well!
The thing doesn't seem capable of talking at the moment, and the clouds of sharp, vinegar-like vapor obscure what's going on.
[BioLab]
The vapors clear away to reveal... a sickly-looking woman, clad only in her overlong dark brown hair.
You could've 't least summoned me right. She glowers, shivering.
Need clothes. Now.
It seems she blames Megan for her current state of armorless, unhealthy-looking affairs.
BioLab
Megan sighed again and went to where she kept her extra clothes for when she spent days in her lab and grabbed one of her bigger black T-Shirts, black dress pants, and a belt.
She then proceeded to hand them over.
"Well, when one lives in a rock and can be summoned, it might be helpful to leave instructions on how to summon you."
[BioLab]
The woman pulls them on, and they begin to shift and change.
Not my fault I was in it in the first place.
An' there was 'structions. Didn' you read it first?
[BioLab]
The clothes shift into a grey-and-maroon shirt, a pair of brown jeans, brown boots, tan half-gloves, and a leather jacket. Her dark hair is pulled into one long, skinny tail down past her waist.
...
I used to be... kinda... cleanup crew.
Of a sort.
BioLab
Megan poured herself a cup of coffee. She'd probably need it.
"Yeah I get it, you killed things that were causing trouble or something. At Umbrella we had something similar..."
"Anyways, what do you want from me?" she said, sipping from the mug.
BioLab
"Well...what are you supposed to do? I mean, I could use an assistant till I find a replacement for Seltz...stupid girl hasn't been in here forever. Which means we're boned if her little bio-henchies begin having trouble." she said with a sigh. This is why she's against making clones with chemicals in their brain making them obey. If they start going mad, usually only the scientist who made them can find out what's wrong.
But then again, that's why she has her own personal Mechano-Panthers, not to mention a sidearm.
BioLab
Megan took another sip of her coffee.
"Just a few more questions..."
"What's your name and are ya hungry? You look a bit...scrawny. If you're going to be working for me, you're going to need the energy a proper nutritional diet will provide."
Last chance to just be reasonable Zefir. You can hide in there and whine and sulk and act like a 12 year old who just found his first pimple, or you can man up.
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