A new dimension and a new friend. (Private)

Lyra just kinda sat there with an annoyed look on her face as the strange ooze woman looked her over. She smelt horrible as well. She also had this strange smell covering the other smell. It was gross, yeah people in her dimension used flowers to help cover bodily stench but Lyra mostly smelt chemicals and more pollution made to smell like flowers. She couldn't even get a word in, usually getting interrupted before she could even talk. Although some things said made her question what exactly this woman had planned.

"You know if wanted to learn about me you could ask. Everyone is the dimension is so rude." said Lyra fighting against her bindings/

More metal scraped across the ground, sending Bliss a notification as to where she needed to go. A soft sole approach kept the sound of her movement just under the sound of humming machines. Terror seemed to hum along now. No more screeching, or hollering; marches of doom gave way for minor disturbances in circulating air. Evil changed. And evil took someone Bliss either needed or needed to save. How she needed to undertake this rescue would fall into place later, if a rescue could even still be attempted. Finding a dead elf would be one of the worst things a warehouse in DC probably had to offer.

Probably. But, Bliss smelled something deadly, odd, and familiar.

Oddly familiar death expunged the soft air around Bliss' face. So, Bliss took out her cell phone and used the camera to peer around the corner. Looked evil enough, but didn't look like a full blown hostage situation until Bliss took one more corner and spotted Bliss' charge taped to a chair. Half a hostage situation, now she just needed to see what nefarious villain enacted such a bold- oh crap her. "What's this little device?"

The device that made the world smaller made Bliss a more obvious target. Maybe Bliss would tweet something oddly worded about irony and then scowl as no one liked, retweeted, or shared her musing. But, first she needed to do this ill consumed, evil assumed, mad scientist into next week. Before Bliss could snap her fingers to draw out a quick burst of energy, a scalpel pushed against Lyra's neck. "You're not even holding the knife right!"

"Is this better?" A drop of blood spilled from Lyra's neck, running the curve of the blade. "You're dressed better this time."

"I think we can make a deal. How about you put the knife down and let her go and in exchange...Um?"

Her mouth contorted into a smile sharper than the knife in her hand. "I am waiting."

"I let people know I came here. Your secret is just as flawed as last time." Bliss clanged the handcuffs around her wrist against the pipe holding her arms in the air.

A screen lit up in the hand of the scientist before being tossed to the ground. "Your call history is empty."

"It resets every five minutes. Privacy settings."

"Given your penchant for interrupting my plans, I would say your privacy is lacking."

"I bust up your stuff, so my privacy is just fine."

"I'll see to it your privacy remains permanent."

Bliss scowled as the woman leaned Lyra's chair back. Several tubes with sharp needles leading their point dangled above Lyra, sending out a terrible image of what would soon come. "I think I'll start by seeing how the nervous system in your hands work. They should have the same connections reaching the face."

Left to her own devices, Bliss realized she needed a device. Lifting her taped knees into the air, Bliss hoisted her body towards the pipe, clutching her fingers around the fixture to keep the overwhelming pressure off her wrists. She dug a single finger into her pocket to loop around the key link conjoining the keys to her rental car. Once the metallic object protruded just enough, Bliss sawed her legs free.

Without any extended cardio, holding herself in the air took a toll on Bliss. Working the key to attempt to pry the lock open within her cuff, Bliss maintained two shaking arms and a tense lower back.