You have been chosen to be part of a secret organization; dedicated to securing, containing, and protecting objects and creatures deemed to dangerous to the normal world. You job may not be an easy one; you will have give up your current life for one of secrecy and danger. You will see things may cause you question everything. You may not leave the same way you came, that is if you leave at all. But, you service will grantee peace and safety throughout the world. You are stationed at site 19, located 20km Ponyville. Welcome to SCP Foundation. Now is the time to meet some of the staff you'll work with before briefing.
Blink stood still, his blindfold on and his hooves locked down, he could hear mumbling, but not much. He hummed alittle tune as he waited to either be tested on or asked more annoying questions. He thought back to times he tried to escape, none of them ever ended well, but he learned to just deal with what he had at the moment and accepted the fact he was stuck here.
Violet Ray sighed as she went down the halls, quietly going over the information she had levitated before her, mumbling about metal boxes and containment procedures. The violet glow around her horn matched close to the color of her hair, but moved as if it had a life of its own. Unicorn... magic... well, duh. That was the life of a unicorn. Though, the life of a scientist was like adding a whole new spectrum to things, especially a scientist who researched things so... dangerous and interesting. She looked up at the door before her, and smirked. With the information she's read, this should be interesting, indeed. She opened the door with more of her unicorn magic, and stepped into the metal room, closing the door behind her. "Hello. Are we conscious at the moment?" She gave her query to the dark restrained subject... Blink.
A small hovering screen hovers in front of Rolling Thunder, showing a white hooded unicorn with a think-glowing orange glasses. "I need you on watch over #542. Containment procedures will be on door in over in the west. And don't get too comfy, you'll be on a bag-&-tag op soon."
Agent Rolling Thunder started down the hall towards his destination. He thought to himself, "Watch duty again! I'm getting pretty tired of this." But he fallowed his orders because he knew the alternative.
Blink seemed to tense up for a moment, then relaxed abit. With his blindfold covering his eyes he said "yes, it does appear I am conscious for the time being " he said in a tired, but calm tone. He appeared to be looking in the doctor's direction, even though his vision was blocked.
