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Lyubov takes a moment to gingerly put the book she was scribbling in down before moving in to help as well. The signal is getting weaker by the second and all of you know that if something doesn't happen soon, you will all be losing an arm at best.
Dasha stares at the horde of arms offering her salvation. She hesitates, if only for a moment, when you only have seconds on the clock to spare. Deciding that it's now or never she reaches out to grab onto Quentin's hand.
<span class="mu-i">A connection made throughout time, space, and species. A red string is being tied around your souls.</span>
The most horrific sound is blaring throughout the lab your group is in. It's a mix of a cat being skinned alive in reverse, a klaxon having a panic attack, and a tornado siren. The electric buzz filling the air is almost enough to fry your group alive. All of you are so, so tempted to let go of her as you help Quentin pull her through the rift...
>59!
The whole lab is drenched in red for a brief moment before everything goes dark. A high pitch yelp is barely audible over the awful noise. Then, it all goes quiet.
For what feels like minutes, no one knows what's going on. Only the faint sound of breathing mixed in with heavy boots thumping around in darkness can be heard. When the lights come back on, though, you see something you never quite expected to see.
A soldier, presumably from the 1940s if ADMIRAL was correct, laying prone on the floor. Her short, black bob hairdo is slick with a thick paste of grime and sweat. Her body is oh, oh so thin; It's very obvious she hasn't eaten proper meals in weeks if not months. Her uniform isn't much better. Her olive green lieutenant, olive green pants, jet black boots and cap are all drenched in sweat, blood, grime or all of the above.
Her waist has been wrapped in a thick layer of gauze which is now soaked red with blood. It seems just enough to keep her standing up. But that's the thing. She's here. Alive. Right in front of you.
The rift's gone and from the sounds of it, the radio has gone quiet. <span class="mu-b">You can still sense that whatever anomaly is inside of the radio equipment, it's still there. Alive in the system.</span> But for now, that's not what matters.
"...W-where am I?" Dasha is, understandably, beyond bewildered at the surroundings she's in and the people she's looking at. The mundane stuff is clearly way out of her league of understanding right now, let alone the anomalous relics you have or the fact you have deer antlers or the fact a walking talking corpse is what dragged her into here. "I. I wanna lay down."
Everyone else collapses from the rush of whatever just happened, finding whatever sturdy table or chair is still left in the lab to sit down at.
Somehow you feel like this action won't change the past in any meaningful way. If you can trust what Alexis said and with the general implication of what was going to happen to her, she probably died before having kids.
