Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170508013231

The door slides open, and Claire walks in. "ICARUS, kill the lights." The ceiling lights gradually dim and turn off, as well as all the workbench lamps. My voice comes out the darkness. "So, you really want to die? I had expected you to at least have some sort of self-preservation instinct. But hey, I've got to live up to my word. Oooooh..." As I speak, my right gauntlet starts to glow red, standing out in the darkness. After a few seconds, my left gauntlet lights up blue, with the same brightness as the first. I place my arms across my chest, my hands against my shoulders. The light from the glowing gauntlets lights up my face from below.

"You're gonna die in a German submarine,

A German submarine, a German submarine.

Oh, you're gonna die in a German submarine,

A German submarine, a German submarine."

I fling out my arms to either side, and two streams of red- and blue-coloured electricity swing through the room, like neon whips. I flick my wrists, and the gauntlets lose their telltale glow. I slowly walk sideways, a smile on my face that gets lost in the darkness. Suddenly, I jump forward at a wall and punch it with my left hand. A large patch of blue light sticks onto the wall. I send a spark of white electricity into the air, lighting the room for a split second, then leap at Claire, my right gauntlet glowing red.

 In the Trieste, the mess hall doors open. The doors in the corridors open, creating a single pathway to the closest exit. On the bank of monitors in the mess hall, a line of text appears. 'PLEASE PREPARE FOR SHIP EVACUATION' appears in the top-right corner of the screen.