<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/299/1/e/_volug__by_lexical_phobia-d31l6l7.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eden Klawgre<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Pit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lynn Miller<br/><br/><br/><br/>Amethyst eyes watched Lynn closely as she decided on her first question. Rising to his feet, she offered him a seat. Several thoughts flashed through his mind. Did he make her feel awkward by standing? Was he the only one in the classroom still standing? Could he take her seat and then force her to stand? She mentioned it would be more comfortable for the both of them to sit down. He didn't mind standing, but if it would bring her comfort, he would agree. It was then that she mentioned sitting in his lap to share the seat. Nothing in his mind saw any reason to turn down this offer.<strong>"Very well."</strong>He sat in the seat once warmed by her body and opened himself up to accept the woman into his lap.<br/><br/>Things seemed to be going quite well so far. The goal of this institute were for humans and monsters to become close with one-another. With a quick glance around the room, Eden confirmed that he and Lynn were the only couple making such intimate contact. This was satisfactory. If things progressed as they were, the two of them would become inseparable in the future.<br/><br/>It was after allowing his partner to fall into his lap, Eden noticed something about her. There was a faint fragrance radiating from her. This scent didn't smell artificial like the false-pheromones some humans sprayed upon themselves (possibly to ward off predators), but a pure, natural aroma her body seemed to produce when in close contact with him. There was a spice that tickled his nose in ways he'd never experienced. It was magnetic; almost feral in a sense. So minute, yet still inescapable of his enhanced senses. He found himself placing a hand on her thigh as he sat to adjust her body so she would be even close to himself. His hand was strong, but gentle.<br/><br/>He enjoyed this contact. She would make a fine companion.<br/><br/>It was then that his ears perked up at the click of latches beneath the floor. Instantaneously, as the floor gave way beneath them, he brought up his free arm to cradle Lynn as gravity snatched them down into the abyss. Bridal-style, he held her close to his own body. A protective instinct overtook him and he held her tightly. They were accelerating and, at this speed, a sudden landing would mean harm to befall his human.<br/><br/>He would not allow this.<br/><br/>There was little light in this pit so he could not see. Instead, he extended a leg forward slightly. There was a skid as his taped sandal connected with the wall. Gently, he pushed himself towards the right, and then extended his other leg. It was a short drift, but contact was made with the second wall. They were encased in a small box and falling fast. Now that he had an accurate estimation of the trap's width, he pushed harder this time, and repeated the action in the opposite direction to wall-hop from left to right as they fell. It slowed their descent as his powerful legs would push upwards with every jump. What troubled him was that he did not know how far away the floor-<br/><br/>There was an awkward thud as his foot unexpectedly hit the soft ground. He attempted to push, but the surprisingly soft landing threw off his calculations and he pushed with more force than necessary, which threw his back against the wall. He grunted from the shock, but his own discomfort was minimal.<strong>"Are you unharmed?"</strong>Contrasting his normally stone-flat tone, his deep voice had an air of concern weaved within his words. He would not allow Lynn to leave the safety of his arms until he knew that she was safe.<br/><br/>Of course, after conforming her safety, they would then need to figure out a way to escape this pit and destroy the ones responsible for endangering their lives. It was then that he heard the two professors speaking. Figures this was their doing. Anger flashed for only a split second within him, yet never reached the surface to form an expression. He listened to their demands, and found it ridiculous that they still needed to complete the questionnaire.<br/><br/>All considerations of letting them live seemed to be dying off one-by-one.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/330z2o0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sparx Larsa<br/><strong>Location:</strong> FALLING!!!.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zenobia</div><br/><br/><br/>~I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA DIE!~ was all he could think when robbed of control over his own body. Free-falling into  absolute darkness stole all sense of direction from the poor human. He didn't know if there were spikes waiting to skewer him, or just a sudden stop that would cause an unsettling amount of pain, or even death. He couldn't tell if his body was pitched forward or back. He couldn't tell if he needed to protect his face or shield his limbs. Terror was racing through every part of him.<br/><br/>But then suddenly, he felt the arms of an angel wrap around his waist. It was a strong arm that did a good job at slowing his descent speed. After, he felt himself being pulled against the fall; close into the soft bosom of his angel. Wait. These breasts were way too large to belong to any angel. Quickly realizing it was Zenobia's chest that comfortably secured him, his face flushed a bright scarlet. He completely forgot she had wings and could fly. Heart still racing, he was beginning to calm down now that she had him so securely in her embrace. Still, he couldn't keep out the thoughts of her breasts pressing warmly against him. They were incredibly soft for their size.<br/><br/>As if telling him these thoughts were inappropriate, gravity smacked them both hard into the flimsy floor and they tumbled a few feet from the impact zone. His eyes were shut tightly, though it didn't matter due to the already darkened pit. Still, he was thankful to be alive. The floor, which he expected to be rock hard, was actually quite soft as it cradled his head. It felt like he fell into a bed of pillows: Heated pillows. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief into them, but something seemed strange. Only his head seemed to be in between the pillowed floor. The rest of him felt like he was lying on top of a person.<br/><br/>"...well, at least neither of us got overly hurt." When he heard Zenobia's voice, or felt it reverberate through her chest, he realized these were no bed pillows he was lying on.<br/><br/>"Ah!" He yelped as he literally threw himself from on top of her. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear!" His heart was pounding, and his face glowed fiercely enough to light the darkened pit. The last think he wanted her to think was that he was some kind of pervert. He wasn't! Well... he did occasionally have perverted thoughts and questionable dreams, but never would he act on them... without permission, anyway. Besides, trapped in this darkness with a pissed-off Zenobia might be worse than falling to his death.<br/><br/>Why the hell was he so crazy! "Gah!" He shouted in nerdy frustration while shaking and grabbing his head. "Calm down! Calm down... Calm... down..." Taking a deep breath through his nose, he blew out a calming sigh through his lips. Relaxing himself, he created a quiet, meditative state for himself. Shifting, he crossed his legs underneath himself with his eyes closed, and he breathed. In absolute darkness like this, his sense of balance was distorted, so grounding himself would help correct this. "Okay..." he breathed. Luckily, he still had his date pad close by, and handy. It was pretty durable, so he didn't worry about it being damaged. Switching the device on, the auto-adjusting LED light created a gentle glow that lit his face an electric blue.<br/><br/>"First things first; let's get a flashlight." Switching to the application, the pad's back camera flash was overly stimulated to the point where it formed a constant cone of bright light that illuminated the darkness. With this, he could now see Zenobia as well as himself, and the walls that surrounded them. He breathed again. His human heart was sensitive to situations like this, and his adrenaline was still pumping.<br/><br/>That's when he heard the professors' voices from within the pit, and his eye twitched a bit in annoyance. "Are you fucking...!" He stopped himself, then breathed out once more in an attempt to keep calm. Dropping his throbbing head, he supported it with his right hand. "Ahh man... So... I guess we figure out how to get back to the classroom...?" He sighed again, then looked over towards Zenobia's wings. His first expectation would be to try and fly back out. But that would make this too easy, now wouldn't it? They might have to reserve her power of flight as a last-resort. Instead, right now might be a good idea to explore alternatives. With the light from his device, they could look for indentations in the walls that might open a secret passage or something.<br/><br/>That might be a good place to start, if Sparx's nerves didn't cause his legs to go numb from shock.