SCP (XXXXX) is a humanoid female of Siberian descent of 5' 2" feet tall in height. She is clothed in winter clothing, with an orange beanie on her head and a scarf around her neck which also covers her mouth at all times. She refers to herself as "Isfrid" as this is her name, but currently refuses to tell her last name or her past. She looks human for the most part, but has a few anomalous features visible. Covered for the most part by her beanie are two ears resembling what seems to be similar to depictions of a dragon or similar. Her hair turns blue near the ends. This is not due to any dyes nor regular means. She also seems to not feel temperature as well as humans, as seen from her wearing winter attire even in a ninety-degree summer day before she was brought into Foundation custody. Locals near the town of Galena, Illinois, where she used to reside, reported her being a perfect mimic of human voices. Town has also had local disappearances. Needs to be looked into further.

Addendum: SCP (XXXXX) has no relation to SCP 939 despite mimicry concerns. Subject states that she is 22 years of age and seems to be so, too, disproven this point. Further research needs to be done on subject. Subject has been in foundation custody for: 35 hours, 42 minutes

Behavior: Subject seems to act like a normal human being, besides her being completely fine with heat. She refuses to wear anything but her winter attire. She seems to like to read and have something on her hands to do. Despite being provided food for every meal, she has refused to touch any of the Foundation food except for one item. Subject has only ate the cookie given out to all humanoid subjects for a good week. She attempts to turn away from surveillance when eating. When unable to, she kept her mouth covered by the scarf and put the cookie under her scarf, too. Reason for this behavior is unknown. Subject has expressed minor concerns about food, but has not answered any questions to what she eats, changing the topic entirely if she can. Class: Euclid Containment: Standard Humanoid Containment

(oh yeah the observation room is one way glass right, or can both see each other?) Isfrid had draped herself across the bed, not asleep, though. She just seemed to be bored at the moment, despite the entertainment provided to her within the containment chamber. She had no idea what to do. So she just decided to lay across her bed, though partly sideways as she did so. She played with the scarf around her neck and mouth gently... Thinking about this predicament. She honestly was quite terrified when the foundation had showed up and threatened her to come with. Though, at least this place was decent, even if she was locked within a cell while researchers determined what was weird about her, she thought quietly.

Isfrid sighed audibly, slowly pushing herself back on her bed in a sitting position. She adjusted the beanie on her head - her two small dragon-like ears peeking out as one pointed in his direction. "Hello?" She stared at him. Despite only being here for less than two days, she already was pretty tired of staying in this place

"Ask ahead." She sighed again, picking up and playing with the pages of a book she was given before setting it on her desk. "Though, I'll probably not answer some. I don't like... Some questions."

"I suppose that could be acceptable. I guess I'll bend, somewhat, to the questions I keep getting asked. At the least, it's better than what my college teachers asked" she joked somewhat, leaning against the headrest of her bed as she looked at him.

"That's - hoo boy. That's a. Fun thing to describe. It's. Ugh. I need a second." She thought of her response, and it seemed to be. Not the nicest to tell whatever this place was. Hell, she didn't even know what this place would do with her response. "This place's motto is 'Secure, Contain, Protect' right?" She responded with a question first, as she needed an answer before she could respond herself. "That does mean this place won't try to kill me, right?"

"Okay. So- here goes" She looked down at her hands before up at him, making eye contact. "So. You know the food chain right? Animals eat other animals, all that stuff. Typically, one would see humans at the top of that chain as of now in current society. Nothing naturally preys on people, except maybe who knows what else is kept in this godforsaken place" she was answering the question in a much more roundabout way. "I didn't use to be this way. But now, I would describe myself as something in part of that natural food chain. But not as a person, but something designed to prey on the top. A specific type of being, one which has made civilized society yet has emotions that can be played against them- and a weak fleshy body needed to be protected by outside tools." She paused for a while to see if he understood her story. "Get what I mean?"

"Yyyyep. And now you see why I was a bit reluctant with telling that information. And I prefer them alive when given to me." She shook her head to herself quietly, clasping her arms against each other and bringing her knees to her chest. "And again, for a bit of context. I was human for twenty two damn years and now I have to deal with this life. Also ooh, a bit more information" she seemed to remember something. "I don't know how this works, but I can also eat sweets. It doesn't nourish me at all, but it helps distract from actual hunger and well. Suppose you guys would like that. Sweets taste good and since I don't have to worry about gaining weight from them, why the hell not? I actually used to make my own pastries back at- the town I lived in. Though I do like store-bought candies too." It was a bit of an odd fact that the creature that clearly ate people for her own life- also just. Made sweets and liked candies.

"A week is about the maximum I can go without food before things get. Unfun. I prefer every three to four days, though, but I suppose I can do. Could you put in a request for those like- Oreo cookies? Not the original ones but the new puffy ones. I found those in a store earlier. Also, D-class?"

"Huh. I- I'm going to ignore the moral concerns about that because I definitely can't speak about morality with... Yeah. But any more questions?"

"Would it be possible to have like- an oven, stove, shelves with pastry ingredients and stuff like that? Also, a fidget cube or little intelligence toys would be nice. And could I have like... A separate area to eat? Just- you know why."

"Well, could it be connected to my room of a sort? Or just part of the corner of my room sectioned off so like, it's not a mess. A kitchen setup would be quite nice though" She nodded, seeming to be smiling though her scarf covered her mouth

"You'd probably be seeing this anyways but-" she held up her right arm. The flesh seemed to visibly shift, muscle getting exposed as her hand twisted, the end becoming a large blade. "I can tend to shift the position of my cells and control individual cells. For some reason I can also make them metal? I don't really do it much though. Also, I made a deal a while ago for something called solidarity of the mind? It preserves my mind state- keeps me as this, otherwise I'd actually be a sort of. Dead monster?'

"Before. I honestly didn't know whoever I made that deal with was actually - magical? Anomalous? That's the word you used? I'm pretty sure if I didn't take the deal, what I am now wouldn't be sentient"

Isfrid stared in quiet shock at what she just saw. Did this researcher just turn into a. Raccoon? "What the hell did I just witness? Why - what - huh?"

Isfrid suddenly burst into laughter, wheezing and clutching her chest. "Oh I would have liked to see that- god- sorry if that's a bit rude but- you get why I find this funny. God, I've been through way too much in the past few days, this is way beyond my comprehension and I've been adopted by a damn devil and her wife" She snorted quietly, shaking her head as she stared at him

"Literally something that happened. Long story, though I'm pretty sure I'd say good luck to the foundation to trying to contain those two. They don't even live on this planet nor this dimension so it's no concern. Trust me, I have a loooot of tales from weird things that happened to me once I became this. I'd prefer if we kept that to another time though, I'm kind of sleepy" she muttered, still giggling over him being a raccoon. (Gotta sleep gn, see you tomorrow?))

"Trust me, you don't want to piss off those two. Especially the devil, she quite literally can't head into well- this world." Isfrid waved at the area around her as she gestured. "Oh, there's so much stuff I've been through, I'd agree if we wrap up. Also because I'm not sure how well a raccoon can write stuff down- god sorry it's just too funny" She snorted quietly "Also I'm unsure if this is true but- this may not be my home dimension. It's so similar but... well, my explanation is definitely for another time. I'm going to take a nap" She laid on her bed and turned away from the window, pulling her blanket over herself

(Yes)

u do the skip?_)

Isfrid was reading a book, laying down in the bed. She let out a muttered "hmm?" as she sat up, staring at him. "Oh, you are back to normal. Welcome back, I guess"

"Ten more- oh dear. That doesn't sound fun." She crossed her legs and leaned back against the headrest, staring at him through the window. "Glad my requests are being looked at- ask away, I guess, if it gets me more stuff"

"The- what? That's a thing here? Oh boy, that's something new" She said, leaning back against a wall. "I have tried human substitutes before, though I don't think it would work mainly. I mostly eat the limbs of people plus the heart and spleen, plus well. Whatever species that- let's just say 'infected' me per say- is what I'd call a species of demon, which lives off of hunting live people. Let's just say the kill is half the meal, despite how disturbing that sounds."

"I'm literally currently a species of demonic parasite with a human mind, I know other animals won't work. For what the other SCP could provide- I'm going to assume it won't work but it's worth a try, I guess. I suppose all chances are worth taking"

"I'll be glad to take that!" She stood up and walked over to the tray, accepting the box of cookies. "Homemade ones are still pretty nice to eat- and yeah you could try out the SCP today!"

"You seem quite tired" Isfrid snuck some cookies up her scarf, casually munching on them in between her sentences. "Oh- this is probably an important piece of information. I didn't eat for two days before getting dragged into this place, and I've been here for like- two more days, I think? Two and a half? So just as a warning, a solution should be found soon"

"The snake I know is a gardener- but that's a story and a half. The thought is appreciated though, thanks" She nodded. "It's - quite a bit more awkward when being locked in a room and having to kill someone to survive, this life is so unfun" She casually munched on another cookie, sighing quietly

She shrugged "Any more questions?"

"Long story. But basically, there was this- rare form, single species of demonic parasite? I don't really- like to describe all the details of what happened. It's a bit. Stress-inducing to remember. But basically I was infected by it, and the thing was. It was supposed to replicate by infecting other people and would have took over my mind. Problem is for it was I made a deal with- you know who I told you earlier. It kept my mind intact while my body became this- thing."

"I'm not. Really sure. But like, there's a lot of things going on with me. I just want to know what I could possibly get here since. Yeah. Also, will this place try to like- forcibly capture some of my friends? Even if they don't originate from this-place?"

"Hell, I don't even know where they are. Like, trying to secure Azren- the devil I'm talking about who literally can't even access this place because yadayada rules and whatnot. Stuff like trying to contain them would just piss them off. Like, hell, I don't even know how long it will take before the voice in my head gets pissed off"

"Just a friendly to me eldritch deity whom I've been screamed about should have broken my mind, a few lectures on it from others I know, spent like way too long figuring out how to communicate with me, and who makes it their obsession to bet on literally everything I do. It's nothing major" She shrugged, as what she described was definitely something major

She snorted a little bit as he whacked his head, crossing her arms. "Its just fun to talk with her from time to time. If you see me speaking to the air, I'm talking to her, please do not think I'm insane. Despite how odd it sounds, after all, other universes do exist and that probably explains a lot"

Brb dinner)

"Good, because I have been looked at quite oddly by some when I was new to it. Quite embarrassing, even though I knew the truth." She chuckled, leaning back before seemingly realizing something. "Godammit I just realized that I dont have my communication device- when I was taken here it was probably left behind. That's an inconvenience, those I know probably are having a panic attack or two."

Back already lol)

"Yes. I don't think one would take kindly to being referred as that, but basically my main contact source. Best friend in a way, actually. Though I'm quite positive she's dealing with an extremely drunk empath right now- it's just in her schedule- so she'd probably be busy anyways." Isfrid chuckled as she seemed to be imagining what was happening - before she interrupted herself with a sigh. "I wish I could see those two goof off again. Or rather, one goof off and the other one trying to rein her back in place"

"Hell if I know. Most likely not since Abi- I'm calling the gardener Abi, her name is a long story, don't ask- is pretty- well- focused on her gardens. Oh she travels sometimes, different universes and whatnot, parallel dimensions, to get different plants. Though she never leaves the other - Sylvie - alone for too long. Sylvie is just happy. She's basically an empath, one with way too much excitement and stuff. She's a bit uhm- focused on trying to turn a potato into wine right now. I'm willing to bet both are busy right now and for a while-" she suddenly paused in her sentence, glancing at the air around her. "That wasn't an actual bet, silly."

"I'd say for the foreseeable future, probably not. Hell, the entire time I've known Sylvie, she hasn't hurt a fly. Like if she ever tried to break in what she'd try to do is give everyone hugs and probably try to get them to smoke weed. Don't ask. Give a being that is eons old something new and they get addicted and it becomes a problem" Isfrid laughed

"I'd say good luck containing Abi. Separate her from her garden and she's going to make it a damn problem"

"Hah, it would probably be the garden is just the containment cell. It's literally huge. Like, miles upon miles. It's insanity, but hey. She's very good with what she does"

"Honestly, there's already a fence around it. Abi tends to not like visitors barging in, except for her friends." Isfrid shrugged before sighing quietly, remembering the antics she used to do with her friends

"They quite are. Even if Abi's backstory isn't the nicest- that's not my part to speak about so I'm not going to elaborate- she's so. Peaceful. Well, most of the time, what she is tends to change that sometimes, but hey, at least she's fun to be around. I actually draw both of them- little gifts for the two. Do you think I could. Like. Have a drawing pad and some ink?"

She nodded before quietly glancing over at him. "Any more questions for the day?"

"Honestly, hell if I know myself. I have quite a bit of half-suppressed PTSD from... An experience I dislike. So. It depends."

"Yeah. Things are just well. I've been through quite a lot, even before I was anomalous"

"I wish. Trust me, being thrown out in the cold of a Siberian wasteland is a lot worse. Though, they kept me locked in when I wasn't forced to tutor or well, do chores."

"Siberian blizzards aren't the nice type. Cold. God it was miserable"

"Guessing you didn't have a fun childhood either, huh? You know, if I actually didn't become this- thing- well. Long story but. I was framed and sent to jail, who knew what would have happened to me if I was recaught? Well in my home at least"

"I'd agree with that. It's just depressing to think about it- let's just not." She shook her head

"Eh. Maybe. Any more questions or could I get a snack?"

She nodded quietly, her leg tapping against the ground in a fidgety motion as she waited.

Isfrid took the tray, before pausing and glancing towards the window. "I'd recommend you turn away unless you want to watch this. And if you wanted to watch this, I'd be concerned about your well being"

Isfrid snorted quietly after witnessing this scene. She turned away from the window, pulling her scarf off of her face for a bit. Her face suddenly split open - almost like a demogorgon's, but divided vertically and horizontally into four parts. The inside of her head seemed to be hollow, teeth lining the inside in a circular pattern, and a sharp tongue at the back. It was a bit brutal to anyone who would have decided to watch, but Isfrid didn't leave a mess.

When she finished, her face slowly closed up and merged back together to return to normal as she put the scarf back over her mouth. "It works as something to chew on and material to use genetically, but not as actual food, weirdly enough. Hell if I know why either"

"Yes." She snorted quietly in laughter again, finding it a bit humorous that the researcher chose to go under the desk.

"I guess so-" this time, she managed not to laugh at his clumsiness. Thankfully. "My internal clock says it's been about four days and sixteen hours since I've last fed. I like the snacks as something to distract. Also sweets are good, but it is true that I just. Have to feed I guess." Her foot kept gently tapping against the floor as she walked back to sit on her bed. (Gotta sleep, gn, cont tomorrow?)

She laid back against her bed, quiet. "Continue questions tomorrow, I suppose? I'm a bit more- either restless or needing sleep more than usual. Well, truthfully, I actually don't have an innate need to sleep, but it helps eat away at the hours and not drive me insane." She chuckled quietly

Yep) Even though next time it was the typical time for questions, Isfrid was laying in her bed, quiet

She flinched a little bit at the noise of the tapping, one of her ears poking out of her beanie and pointing up as she slowly sat up in bed, her blanket wrapped around herself. She took a few moments to just. Stare at him. Before she blinked and shook herself off. "Sorry. Just. Could you perhaps keep the volume down a little bit more for today? It's getting to the point where I- ugh."

"Food on my mind. Can't really look at you without thinking of you as a slab of meat. Gah." She turned away from him, averting her glance. (Brb dinner, I'll be back soon)

"Please do. I can go without food for seven days as I said- but I do tend to start to lose my ah. Bearing. As it reaches the end..." She muttered quietly. "Also, could I get some of those dividers you told me about earlier? And... would someone have to clean up the- remnants?" (If you ever wanted a rp opportunity, a containment breach if she's gone 6+ days without food would be uhm. A bit of her reacting violently)

She nodded quietly

(And yeah a timeskip after this bit.)

"Highly recommend you turn around." She didn't even glance back at the window before her right hand slowly shifted into a large blade as she approached the D-class

"It sometimes feels bad. Too hungry to care." Isfrid muttered to herself before suddenly swinging the blade of her arm at the D-Class's head to decapitate him

Well, if Cassaway wasn't watching, thankfully he wouldn't be able to see Isfrid eat a human arm like a chicken wing. She would ring the buzzer twice when she was done. The only thing left of the corpse would be the bone bits and the torso.

Isfrid sat on her bed, a lot more alert than before after her meal. She watched the other D-class clean, her head tilting as she observed this happen.

"Understandable." Isfrid shrugged, though didn't move from her spot on the bed. "I'm assuming its starting once they are done" She pointed at the D-class

Isfrid waved at Cassaway, tilting her head slightly as she noticed his expression. "You seem... like you saw or heard something you didn't like. You good?"

"Oh! That would be nice, finally something to do besides just sit in here and fiddle with a book" Isfrid nodded "Also- that person who escorted the D-class in- I think they were an MTF or something? They said questioning was going to be shorter today?"

"Uh- go ahead?" Isfrid was quite a bit confused by his facial expression, but also a tad bit nervous

"Quite frankly, I never let it go over a week. I just can't let it. I think the longest has been ten days- when I was lost once. Never let that happen again"

"Blind rage, shifting into a different form, mutilating whatever I saw in sight- you know."

"For both parties involved, yes. I also tend to want to kill more than one thing to eat"

"Oh. Could I be given something to keep me entertained at least? Or some cookies. I like those."

Ye- you wanna describe how long it has been too?)

In her room, Isfrid would be completely still, huddled on her bed. She was quiet, unmoving

(She is definitely going to breach containment) Upon hearing the voices of those outside her cell, her head slowly rose. She growled quietly, almost inaudibly, as she walked towards the observation glass. It seemed the easiest to break...

(Starving her is NOT a good idea.)

The sound of broken glass would be audibly heard as Isfrid changed part of her arm into claws and smashed right through the glass. There was a loud, high-pitched keening sound of animalistic fury, mixed with notes of hunger, as it occurred

https://ibb.co/Tb81c3s Can't get on my regular pc rn (get a better image tomorrow) but this is somewhat what she looks like rn. Except some details ill describe once the MTF go check out what the hell is going on)

The moment the door was open, what seemed to be what Isfrid was now lunged at the nearest MTF member, aiming to bite their head off. She was quite frankly, terrifying. Her face had that Demogorgon split from earlier with long horns poking out of the sides and multiple eyes lining her neck in a circle, even seemingly attached to her hair. Her chest split open in a giant mouth, the ribcage fully visible when it shrieked and opened. She had an extra pair of limbs attached to her shoulder, with these smaller raptorial arms attached. Attached to the elbow of those joints extended much longer in an arm-like appendage that rested on the form. Instead of looking like a normal arm, it looked like a full on scythe. She even had two much larger arms sprouting out of her shoulder blades, resting on the floor. For all, a combination of flesh, muscle, and metal was visible. Her legs jointed more like an animal's than a person, like a raptor of a sort, dangerous claws lining the end.

She even had a long tail twisting with metal parts, spiraling near the end, which was a sharp metal bulbed point, almost like a scorpion, though her tail was in a more lizard-like fashion. (Gonna sleep soon gn)

Isfrid bit down into the gun, shredding through it as she seemed to also be trying to... Eat it. She suddenly shrieked a bit as she took the bullets to her side, visible wounds appearing, and raised one of her back arms in defense. The arm suddenly seemed to morph into metal plating, much larger than normal as something like a shield formed on it. Wherever the wounds on her side were seemed to be... Closing by themselves, and her blood on the floor seemed to be moving on its own. Moving back to her and being reabsorbed. But the wounds seemed to piss her off even more, as if there was even a trace of her original self in her eyes. It was gone. She didn't even seem to recognize Cassaway. Though thankfully, she seemed more focused on the MTF members. She would let out very loud "clack" noises of annoyance, her tail spiraling behind her as the mouth on her chest slowly opened, hissing in a scream. What the MTF were fighting was a very, very hungry demon. Ready to get hurt for something to eat.

(Note about Isfrid She actually can consume metallic material to basically replicate it with her cells. Its also why bullet wounds can still close with the bullets inside- her body and individual cells tend to "eat" the bullet. Also, taking damage and repairing it actually does make her more in need of food. Otherwise known as driving her into more of a blind rage until she can get enough to eat. But. She also gets pissed. And may want to murder those shooting at her just because her anomalous part of who she is wants her to.))

Isfrid raised her head, hissing lowly before lowering herself into a crouch for a second... Before flinging herself at the MTF member who was shooting at her earlier

(Yeah she tends to basically be a lot more not caring about physical damage when starving or mad))

https://ibb.co/w6ggCTt Got an image warning for body horror and uhm. Scary.))

Isfrid would attack both of the MTF in the room, swinging her scythe-like arms to try and kill them both at the same time

There would be a low growl that rung through the air, followed by the noises of something crunching and chewing. Like something was getting eaten

After a while, the noises would stop. The creature that was Isfrid slowly pushed herself back to her feet, human blood lining her arm-scythes and the jaw on her chest. She slowly walked out of the room. In a terrifying mimicry that sounded exactly like one of the dead MTF members, a mouth on the side of her chest opened- despite the odd anatomy. "Hello? Anyone still out there?" Despite this, her eyes still contained that odd animalistic rage. It seemed as if she would be stuck like this for a bit

Her head snapped in his direction as she noticed the sound which he had made. She let out a low growl and started to slowly stalk in his direction, her tail swishing like a cat stalking a mouse

At first, Isfrid just jumped on the radio, crushing it underneath the sharp claws on the edge of the arms attached to her shoulder... But once Cassaway ran, her head darted up again. She pursued after him in a directional chase.

(Imagine the way it goes is she goes after the radio, stomps on it, hears footsteps and then pursues the footsteps she hears, though she's quite a distance away from him rn at least)

Isfrid rounded a corner in the hallway, pausing for a second when she saw the smoke. She approached it slowly, crouching down in a bit of caution

Isfrid's head tilted as she saw the wolf run into a wall. She didn't seem to be gazing at the animal that was Cassaway with hunger anymore - but rather, a bit of annoyance and a threatening posture, like she was trying to shoo him away from where she was. She growled at him, her face splitting open in a threatening gesture as she held her ground, taking slow steps forwards. It seemed less of her trying to actively kill him now- and more of her not wanting another predatorial beast near her

She snapped at him from a distance, warning him to back off

She growled in partial exasperation at his clumsiness before walking in his direction

The creature known as Isfrid let out a snorting noise similar to a laugh before suddenly lunging at him

Isfrid paused upon hearing the gunshot, her clawed arms and talons digging into the floor. Her head raised as she turned to stare at Agent Ryder, silent for a second

She slowly approached Agent Ryder, growling lowly as she did so, looking as if she wanted to stab her

Isfrid's attention suddenly snapped to the D-class, instantly lunging at the D-class, now ignoring Agent Ryder. She seemed more focused on the easier meal.

Isfrid seemed to calm down visually after well. Brutally murdering the poor D-class and devouring their corpse, making audible crunching noises. After, she looked up at Ryder and let out audible noises that sounded like small, repetitive "clack"s, though made no move. At the least, she seemed to be sated, but it would probably take time for her to return back to her normal self. Maybe she just felt as if she wanted to be left alone for a bit, who knew. It was hard to read the expression of her as she stared

Ye- also mind if I just control one of the D-class here?) One of Isfrid's ears rose as she heard the audible footsteps of multiple people approach her. She noticed the MTF members and D-class, and seemingly able to think more clearly, skunk closer to them to grab two of the D-class, but made no move against the MTF. One of the D-class she grabbed got their face slammed heavily against the wall as she bashed their head into it to kill them. The other one- a human female- just got grabbed by the back of their jumpsuit collar. Isfrid glanced at the MTF before letting out a deep, huffing growl, before turning and slinking backwards in the direction of her cell, her eyes not leaving theirs. The D-class who was grabbed and left alive looked panicked, but also had an "oh great, not again" expression on her face. She could have possibly been known for surviving multiple encounters with dangerous scps out of pure luck or circumstance but nothing more... If the foundation even paid attention

Though as Isfrid grabbed the D-class alive, her eyes flashed red for a second and she let out a few low clicking noises. As if she was talking to something not there.

Isfrid stalked back through the broken glass of her containment cell, hopping through and dragging both the live D-class and the dead one with her

Isfrid dumped the live D-class in a corner of the room and the corpse in another before she grumpily walked to her bed, grabbed the blanket, and sat down, the blanket wrapped around herself. She didn't seem to fall asleep, rather, she was awake. And still seemed in a pretty sour mood. The D-class just stayed in the corner she was dumped in, quite terrified especially as she saw the eaten corpses of the two MTF that were killed by Isfrid when she first breached containment

Isfrid's ears flicked when she heard the noise of the gagging, growling quietly as she did so. She turned to the side and glanced at the glass- the shattered stuff at least. The D class just sat there ig

Isfrid's tail slowly raised over her head in a threatening posture, though she herself was still all snuggled up in her blanket. The D class that was stolen by Isfrid attempted to move, only for Isfrid to hiss at her. She sat down silently

Isfrid let out some annoyed clicking noises, glancing at the place where the gun sound was heard before going back to being motionless in her blanket

Ye) Isfrid seemed to just be relaxing now, calm. Though still in her monstrous form

It was quiet. Isfrid was dead silent now, seemingly. Asleep in a way?

The D-class slowly stood up- But. Despite Isfrid still looking asleep, she raised an arm. Her hand pointed in a finger towards the ground in the direction of the D-class, as if telling them to sit the heck down

The D-class gave Ryder a few blinks and a stare, as if trying to ask whether it was an order or not- after all, she was quite reluctant to piss off the thing that she just watched smash someone's head into a wall. A third eye opened on the side of Isfrid's face- or rather, a cluster of them on the left side, looking at Ryder. This time it looked quite different than Isfrid's normal way of mutation- the eyes were pure red diamonds, close together but there was a cluster of five. Though her base body didn't move, a mouth split open on the side of her neck. "Circumstances deem Azrenthala has seen this one worthy. You have done enough to my pupil as is. I see her stress out like this again, it won't be her tearing up your officials. It will be me." A different voice spoke, not one of Isfrid's. It was a horrible one to hear, sounding like voices overlayed and distorted. To those close- but only to those with anomalous abilities it almost just felt- sickening.

As if for the few seconds that this- thing- spoke through Isfrid, it's presence was yanking at the core of anomalous powers, though that odd tug would fade as it finished speaking.

The D-class seemed a lot more creeped out when whatever wasn't Isfrid spoke. "I- okay-" she nervously glanced at Isfrid. "Good. Now let my pupil take a damn nap, all of you shut up. Including me." It muttered through Isfrid before the mouth shut and the ees disappeared. What an odd thing.

The captive D-class was pretty resigned to her fate at this point, though Isfrid still was quiet and would probably remain in this sleeping state for a bit

Timeskip,?)

Isfrid after a while- finally woke up. She shifted back to her human form, acting slightly dazed. "I forgot how bad a headache can be- ow-" She grumbled, looking around her boarded cell- and then spotting the D-class in her cell. "What the hell-" "Don't blame me, you are the one who kidnapped me" The D-class shrugged

"I feel like I ate some metal, which isn't unusual but a gun barrel isn't the most pleasant type. And I really hated that. God. Also, struggling to figure out why I dragged a D-class into the cell. Probably something regarding Azren."

"From the destroyed window- yeah. I can see that." She winced slightly. "Let me just take her-" She pointed at the D-class. "-until I can make mental contact with Azren to figure out what was going on. And oh yeah. Mind if I request that I don't get starved again, please and thank you?"

"Better not" Isfrid grumbled. She seemed quite unhappy from what had happened recently, and while she was still back to normal, a dangerous glint ran through her eyes. She was pretty pissed, still

She nodded quietly, standing up to stretch. "So, when will the move take place?"

"A- box? God, they really saw something they didn't want to see once I went berserk, huh?" She laughed dryly, sighing and half-laying over her bed. "Don't see what the big issue is. After all, I'm sitting here just fine and I haven't mauled anyone here yet."

"Understandable. But I'd better be getting my damn kitchen or I'm going to lose my mind from boredom next"

"Oh, sweet. Finally, something to do rather than sleep all day- and ponder why the hell I decided to bring her into my cell" She pointed at the D-class, before pausing "She'd probably make a great assistant, actually. But that's something for another time, you got anything else you want to ask me about?"

"Go ahead, ask away" She twiddled her fingers, sighing

"The entire thing, but I'm basically suppressing the memories. Really, what that part of me says is that it tastes good. Not a nice thought to express"

"When there's other active prey, I tend to go for humans first really as a priority, or knowing that people are around. Considering I already ate two of your comrades- god, sorry- I didn't have the complete mindlessness to try attacking an animal which would have given me no sustenance."

"Makes sense" She sighed "Though again, this is a thing. Please for the love of god don't starve me"