Abigaíl followed after her new guide, into a room waiting just for them and filled with exotic plants the likes of which she had never seen before. The sickly, yet somehow sweet and savory scent of the green inhabitants struck her as the redhead explained the process she was about to undergo. It seemed so deceptively innocent, almost.
"If you say so," she spoke with a small shrug, and stepped to the table with its two cups. The substances in each looked absolutely vile, but she'd already agreed to all this, so quickly, she picked up the first cup and took a sip.
The bitterness aside, it was the burning sensation on her tongue and lips that nearly had her spit the liquid all over the redhead. With a pained grimace, she swallowed, and set the cup back down again. Then, she cracked a brief smile.
"It's not so ba-" Before the brunette could finish her words, however, the room began to spin. Fire built in her stomach, and scorched her veins clean. She nearly doubled over, and only remained upright by her hands on the stable surface of the table. She tried to retch, and throw up the toxic stuff she'd just drank, but nothing would come.
As the seconds passed, her vision began to turn black. There was naught but ringing in her ears, growing louder by the moment. She swayed, and tried to reach for the second cup, but her fingers could never quite find purchase of the ceramic.Stupid...
If panic hadn't taken her yet, it surged like a tsunami through her very being at the sound of the voice from the back of her mind. No, she hadn't thought this through, at all. She retched again, and her reiatsu swelled to combat the toxin. Her brown eyes turned black and gold, and her very breathing seemed to echo in her chest and throat.
The traces of a white mask began to form around her face, but it was inside the woman's body that most of the change had occurred. Her powers of high-speed regeneration worked tirelessly to undo what the poison had damaged, as she reached for the antidote and swiftly downed a small portion.
The antidote took several seconds to truly begin working, and once the room had stopped spinning, Abigaíl forcibly regained control just in time to violently retch once... twice... She spat up a mixture of the vile substances onto the floor on the third.
"H-Holy shit!" She breathed deeply, and never took her hand off the table. The room's spinning slowed with time, but she wasn't sure she'd ever get that taste out of her mouth. Not to mention how close she'd come to... to...
She had to drink more?