[X] Try to break free
Alright, it’s nice in here, but enough’s enough!
You first try to call for help, but your shouts are drowned out by the bitter slime that pours into your mouth. It’s enough to make you give up on that plan immediately as you frantically try to expel the foul tasting fluid from your body.
With the chances of outside help looking slim, you pull back your arms as much as you’re able to, and prepare to try and break your way out of the pod. The stone -or is it clay?- walls felt pretty solid when you felt it earlier, but you don’t have any other choice at this point. At the very least the banging noises might be able to alert anyone who’s out there. Feeling your hands clenching into fists, you close your eyes as you mentally steady yourself, expecting a painful impact on your knuckles with the solid rock. Thrusting your fists up aimed right at the air pocket, your hands slam into the ceiling and you cry out as they feel... …nothing?
Your eyes shoot open, and are greeted with your first glimpses of light. Through the red haze from the slime you’re immersed in, you can see your fists reaching into the air, two jagged holes busted straight through the top of your prison. How did you… you grasp at the sides of the holes and pull at them. The material quickly cracks and gives way as you pull yourself out, the slime spilling out of the cavity you’ve torn in the front of what you now see was a brown oval shaped pod.
Now that you’re up, you take a moment to brush the remaining slime off of your clothes. Your outfit looks innocuous enough… you think? Now that you think on it, you don’t really know where your outfit came from. Or anything much else either. Waking up in that pod was the first thing you can remember. Everything before that is just a great big blank! Or maybe there never was anything before that?
You glance around, and your eyes quickly settle on the main light source, a jagged glowing white crystal strung up from the ceiling like a lantern. It pulses slowly, and provides barely just enough light for you to see that the floor is covered in an odd pattern of symbols… looking at them they seem vaguely familiar, and in the back of your head something whispers that they’re the alchemical language.
You bend down and kneel to try and examine them, but between the dust, the scuff marks, and the dim glow, you’re unable to tell what they mean. You give up and look around the room a bit more. Everything is covered in a film of dust. There’s a set of wooden stairs in the front, leading up to what looks like a trap door. You can see a dim light coming through from the edges of them. The only other objects of note are a grey wooden desk covered in broken shards of glass and odd stains, and…
Your eyes immediately settle on what looks to be yet another pod. Identical to your own and set right next to it. This pod remains whole and you can a numeral is emblazoned across its intact surface. You recognize it, having earlier found another number stamped on…
[] The back of your left hand, reading XII. The pod however reads XIII.
[] The back of your right hand, reading XIII. The pod however reads XII.
Your contemplating of this however, is interrupted when a hand smashes its way through the top of the pod, sending fragments flying throughout the room. You shield your face with your hand and cough from the cloud of dust that has been sent into the air.
[] Go and help them get out.
[] Jump back and get into a fighting stance.
[] Ignore them and go do something else.
[] Continue examining the room’s contents.
[] What part?