"Abandon? I was kidnapped! Or at least I thought... ugh, I hate
this. I don't even remember my name! What if they did abandon me? I
guess the only thing I can try to do is stop Zhao. Now that I think
about it, what is my name? I guess i'll just make something up. Um,
Zuri? Kaozu? Zuzu? That last one seems fine, i'll go with that for
now." I continued talking, mostly to myself, frantically trying to
sort out the tangled thoughts in my brain. Eventually I settled on
a game plan. "Okay, first things first, a house. I'll need, at
minimum, something that'll act as a base of operations. Maybe a
treehouse? Anyways, then i'll need to do some training, get control
of these crazy powers. Or maybe I should do that first if i'm doing
a treehouse, wouldn't wanna burn it down on accident. From there, I
track down Zhao... and end him. I guess that's good enough of a
plan for now." I looked around for some notebook, something Zhao
would have written in to keep track of things. Something I could
use for my plan.
Floyd's expression grew more concerned with each sentence. "Uh,
dude, you know... you could always stay with me." He giggled
nervously. "It's not really an issue, and my family'd be happy to
have you..." Another nervous giggle. "You don't need to freak out
or anything..."
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"Huh?" I snapped out of my own little world for a moment. "Oh,
yeah, that'd be nice!" I almost shrieked it, my voice still
adjusting from my usual self-talk mumble. "Do you know if this
place has some sort of notebook or something? I want to record my
progress while I practice with my powers, maybe see what I could do
to learn easier. Course then i'd need control of my powers, so i'll
need to know my triggers for my... Oh crap, i'm doing it again.
Sorry. Anyways, gonna need to learn what triggers my powers, that
way I can learn to use them uncircumstantially. Also, one question
that needs answered before anything, where is this place? For all
we know, we could be in China 200 meters underground and surrounded
by molten lava.
"Confusion?" he said, managing to look scared, befuddled, and
amused at the same time. "I'm afraid I don't speak this language.
Office? Lab? Hello? We're going to find a notebook, you know that,
right?"
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Floyd responded by linking Zuzu's arm with his. "Come on,
slowpoke!" he said cheerily. "I'll show you 'round this place!
Lab's not far, and we can get some exploring done!"
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Zynx dropped in front of the two. "Hello. As you should know, I'm
Zynx. My friends call me Jol, and I'm exploring the lab too." She
jerked her thread, and stuck back to the ceiling. "Being a bug does
have its perks."
Thats right jol , bugs have more advantages than others creatures ,
especially if you are the size of a human , most of your weaknesses
are gone , well except fire maybe.And Floyd, is it necessary to
find a map BEFORE actually understanding our powers and control
them
"Oh- bye- bug-Zynx-" Floyd rubbed his arm trying to wipe the
goosebumps away. Then he took in a deep breath, and smiled at Zuzu
and Samyan. "We going, guys?"
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Yup , wynaut? But don't you think learning to fend ourselves off
before going out is ......wellll..a bit dangerous 😳. Anyway, forget
it, let's continue yeah
Floyd seized Samyan's arm with his free one, and began to drag them
both forward. "The office is just ahead," he informed them. "Second
door on the right." He disattached from Samyan's arm for a second
and opened the door. Relooping their arms, he mumbled, half to
himself, "After we turn... left, I think. Wasn't the lab that
way...?"
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Floyd maneuvered them through the hallway, ducking under the low
doorway. "Okay, so..." They came to a pure white door. Floyd
released their arms and clapped his hands together. "Here we are!"
He opened the door and turned to Zuzu, grinning. "Ladies first!" he
teased.
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