Two stops and sighs as the door to his psychiatric evaluator’s office closes behind him. He was finding the doctor’s responses particularly irritating with how casually he was taking this particular vision. The first time he mentioned it, the doctor was a lot more lively and responsive with his notes. Now it was painfully obvious that the casual dismissal of the vision meant that the doctor knew something pertaining to his vision and wasn’t going to do anything to put him at ease.
Though, in retrospect, that was hardly anything new to Two. Still, he found it to be no less frustrating. As far as he could recall, he had never had a vision as unsettling as what he saw in Ten, whoever she may be, and all he could do was hope that the higher ups were doing something to prepare for the monster that loomed over the horizon.
The entire trip to the examination room consisted of Two replaying the nightmare through his head and puzzling out what other steps he could take to do what he could to stop it from becoming a reality. While several ideas came to mind, none of them that were viable options that had any significant probability of success. He had little option at this point but to be patient and hope that he had already averted that future and that his next vision would be less terrifying.
It wasn’t a surprise to him when he entered the evaluation room to find that Six had not yet arrived. He had long since become accustomed to her chaotic mental state and the mannerisms that came alone with it. More specifically, it was that very condition that made his own abilities ineffective against her. With most people and Subjects, Two could gather a staggering amount of information about who they are, where they’re from, what their likely actions are to be, and to some extent what they are thinking. All this through their outward appearance and body language alone. Six’s insanity prevents any sort of reliable predictability and makes reading her a very involved ordeal.
With the distraction that was already on his mind, Two figured that the likelihood of his ability to beat Six in this particular trial to be slim. All the same, he made his way to one of the two chairs provided and waited to see if his opponent would show up for their ‘game’.
One would be led to the elevator that would take her to the lower levels of the facility where large procedures and operations took place. From there she would be taken to one of the surgical rooms that was already prepped for a rather intensive looking procedure given the amount of equipment and machines that stood ready with a team of medical personnel.
“There you are, One.” Said Doctor Consumed Oracle, a casually polite smile on his face with the genuine greeting. “I’m sorry for the abrupt change in your schedule for the day, but after the injuries you sustained this morning it is clear that your body cannot handle the strain of your current abilities. As a result, we’re needing to undergo this trial procedure earlier than expected while you still have the physical capacity to endure it. So if you please.” He said, gesturing towards the operating table.
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