Writing Prompt Answer
Username: graceymc96
# of Nagalines you own: 2
Prompt Answer:
Nova and Diablo sat in Grace's bedroom, scratching their heads.
"You know this isn't right, Diablo! You were like that naga! You were in a unit like them, why are you so nonchalant about this?" Nova hissed out at Diablo. He didn't want to imagine what it would feel like to be stuck in a containment unit, fighting to get out when nothing could be done to escape. To Nova, freedom was his reason for existence and he wanted to help others escape He didn't understand how someone who had been though that experience wouldn't be fighting as well. In response to Nova, Diablo shrugged. With one headphone on, he seemed to be half listening.
"It's not like they're killing or torturing him. It doesn't hurt to be in a unit." He bobbed his head to a quiet rock beat as he spoke, "A nice scientist will probably come along and tame him, like I was tamed. I don't even really remember being in the unit." Nova's tail flicked angrily and and swatted the headphone off of his ear. Diablo hissed and paused his ipod, cutting off the faint sound of "Thunderstruck".
"Listen, you have super useful mutations that can free nagalines in a snap. There's one that has been waiting a while with no one coming to tame them. Just help me free them, and we'll be done with it. for now." Nova demanded. Diablo rolled his eyes and nodded.
"If only to get you to shut up."
Nova looked ecstatic. He immediately started pulling out what seemed to be useless bits and bobs of junk from his backpack and laid them all out for Diablo to see. "Okay, this will require some precision . . ."
After a quick explanation of the plan from Nova, Diablo strutted out of Grace's room as per usual with headphones in his ears and blue goo trailing him in every footstep. He took a stroll down a few hallways, making twists and turns all over, and
conveniently staying in all of the halls that didn't have surveillance cameras. It wasn't unusual for him to take nightime walks (much to the chagrin of the janitors in the morning) so this would attract no attention in the daylight hours. Clung to his underbelly was Nova, who was half Diablo's size and therefore hardly visible in the simulated night time of the labs. They approached the hall where they knew the creation room was and stopped just shy of it. The hall the containment room was in intersected the hall they were walking and so soon as they reached the corner of the wall to peak through, Nova took his chance. Nova shot without hesitation and landed a well placed NERF dart, which stuck to the lens of the surveillance camera pointed at the creation room door. It blocked the vision of future surveillance footage for that camera and provided them perfect cover. Nova dropped down from Diablo and immediately pulled out four plastic grocery sacks, quickly tying them around Diablo's paws to prevent him from tracking goo everywhere. He punched in a code he had seen a scientist use earlier in the day and immediately landed another shot on the camera inside. He led the way inside with Diablo uncomfortably trailing behind.
"I don't like this, it's squishy." Diablo whispered in complaint. Nova shushed him and crept forward, past rows of containment units. Most were empty, but a few had seemingly sleeping nagas in them. He made his way to one in the very back where a green nagaline floated quietly in the blue containment fluid. He threw his backpack off and unfurled the hose that was coiled inside of it. As he placed one end of it on the floor right on top of a drain near a sink, he handed the other end to Diablo along with a roll of duct tape. Diablo simply rested one of his long fangs on the glass and his venom began to eat away at it. When his fang pierced through to the other side of the glass, he stuck the hose to the hole and managed (clumsily, with his bagged paws,) to duct tape it to the outside glass so it stayed. As the liquid level dropped, the green nagaline began to stir. They seemed to stretch and then opened their bright eyes.
"Shh, we're freeing you! Stay calm and quiet, and you'll be gone in a few minutes." Nova whispered through the glass, hoping they could hear him. They nodded, looking slightly worried. As the liquid slowly drained the contained naga fidgeted about, flicking their tail and moving in a circle until the liquid had drained to the level of the hole. Nova put the hose up and cleaned up any spills with a towel while Diablo cut a clean hole in the glass just large enough for the naga to escape. They gently cleaned the green one off as soon as he got out.
"Listen buddy, we're working on setting you free. Climb onto this guy's back and don't let go." Nova told them. They blindly followed, climbing onto his back quickly. Nova climbed back onto his underbelly and Diablo, slightly over encumbered by the other nagalines, made his way out of the lab, shut the doors, and headed back onto the original hallway. He removed his foot bags and handed them to Nova, relieved to be free of them. By Nova retroactively cleaning a bit of Diablo's goo from the floors of that hallway, they managed to have a trail that completely bypassed any security cameras and didn't go close to the containment room.
Once they got back to Grace's room, it was a snap for Nova to lead the green naga out of the open window to freedom. Nova leaped swiftly onto the windowsill.
"Follow me, I'll lead you to a nice place." he offered as he jumped out of sight. The green naga glanced back at Diablo, who had returned to his home of blankets and pillows on the floor.
"Thank you." They whispered, and then turned and bounded out the window, clearing the sill in it's entirety.
"You're welcome." He mumbled belatedly, lying his head back and fitting his earphones back onto his ears. He tapped his ipod a couple of times and smiled as he closed his eyes and the melody to "We Are The Champions" resounded in his head.
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.Art Prompt Answer
Username: graceymc96
# of Nagalines you own: 2
Art for Prompt:
Diablo loves lightning bolts, and Nova quite likes stars! Grace tries to teach them history sometimes, but this is usually what it devolves into.
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.Random Prompt Answer
Username: Graceymc96
# of Nagalines you own: 2
Moodboard for Prompt:
This moodboard is a concept for my containment unit that I'm wanting!
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