[ Finally in the medical facilities within Prisma, Percival finds a bit of reprieve once he's been probed enough -as much as he'd allow anyway- and free to wander about after his shower. His clothing and armor are being cleaned, leaving him in a track suit that was given to him as the only alternative in his size, something he has severe doubts about. Others were granted a lot more sophisticated outfit choices, but it's not the clothes that make the man. It's the man that makes ...the man.
Anyway, he manages to find a familiar sweep of blue hair moving through the halls, enough to incite him to pick up the pace before he's stopped by one of the scientists. They want samples of his body hair and skin shavings for testing. ]
I- I am giving you no such thing! Now, move. My vassal needs my guidance and navigation skills at the moment.
[ He gestures to Lyria in the hopes she'll hear him and not wander too far before he can properly reunite with her. ]
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Anyway, he manages to find a familiar sweep of blue hair moving through the halls, enough to incite him to pick up the pace before he's stopped by one of the scientists. They want samples of his body hair and skin shavings for testing. ]
I- I am giving you no such thing! Now, move. My vassal needs my guidance and navigation skills at the moment.
[ He gestures to Lyria in the hopes she'll hear him and not wander too far before he can properly reunite with her. ]