Post by satyricalconsort on Mar 3, 2023 4:19:07 GMT -5
Locks of red hair dangled around her face, as she was observing an exceedingly interesting blood sample and hunched over a microscope. Both living and dead samples of metahuman fluids organs and tissues were always intriguing for a biochemist like this one. Taking her face away from the microscope you could see that a tight bun was fixed to her head, but a red lock or two dangled in her face. Her eyes were deep amber color, but had concentric red rings not unlike clockwork gears around her pupils. She was dressed professionally; wearing a white button up polo shirt and a skin tight knee length skirt, and three inch heels on her feet, but the suit was tight and loose in all the right places, which really did a good job at outlining her curves which were ample.
She moved to her tablet and began to document that data with a few flicks of her styles. "The resilience of this DNA is nothing like anything I've ever seen. It's instability is absolute, but in that instability it seems ravenous, regenerative without end. I have yet to find a way to permanently caseate cellular activity. So far all surgical, radiological, viral, chemical, and even nanotechnological efforts to prevent cellular mitosis have been a dismal failure. Identity of the donor is unknown, but the subject is likely just as volatile and dangerous."
Her tongue caressed her lips. She could really put a creature like that to good use. She'd coo to herself as she daydreamt of such a creature, her keen mind focused on the details.
That's when a sudden urge hit her. It was like she was on remote control, and suddenly she was off her stool and away from the work bench. Not too far from this lab, she'd touch a button and a stone slab slid open, becoming a thresh hold. On the other side of this thresh hold was a twenty sided crystal, it was cerulean in tone and spun on its X axis, just hovering there in the air. Upon touching the crystal she'd be whisked away.
Upon realizing what she was doing she was growing more excited by the moment. She hadn't heard his call in decades, she almost forgot what it felt like.... She hated it; a control demon who was duty bound to another. The tongue of the damphir was as silver as his mane. But she also knew that this meant there was something more to do, and though examining tissues and running experiments was fascinating it also grew dull over such a long time; especially in the belly of a cavernous castle with more sub basements than you even wanted to count.
"I need you to awaken subjects 112, 358, 132, and 466"
"Sir that's project Hurt Locker. Number 132 is still unstable. Are you sure?"
The pale skin and stark maned beast gave her a look, and that's all that was required. She gasped sharp, and she knew he was sure, and that he wasn't in the mood to talk about it.
"Y... ye yes sir." She'd snap to attention and begin to turn. She'd go down a twisting flight of steps, and move a particular stone at the bottom. This opened a hole in the floor which lead to another laboratory. This one was brimming with test tubes, all full of twisted monsters, some more or less human, while others were some kind of awful chimeric beast that'd make Shinra Corp blush. She'd enter some numbers into a key board stand and a huge metal claw would go sliding down a corridor, bringing the desired suspension tubes to the front.
She'd begin interfacing with the GUI on the vat, programming it to drain the fluids and rouse the consciousness of these four particular soldiers back to light once again.
It would take them a few hours to finish baking. They had been on hyper sleep for a good while, making the process a little more touch and go than she'd like. She worked as quickly as she could, not wanting to test the master's patience. Which she hated, but that was her lot. Unfortunately this was the most aleatory contract she'd ever signed, and she'd be bound to it until completion.
She moved to her tablet and began to document that data with a few flicks of her styles. "The resilience of this DNA is nothing like anything I've ever seen. It's instability is absolute, but in that instability it seems ravenous, regenerative without end. I have yet to find a way to permanently caseate cellular activity. So far all surgical, radiological, viral, chemical, and even nanotechnological efforts to prevent cellular mitosis have been a dismal failure. Identity of the donor is unknown, but the subject is likely just as volatile and dangerous."
Her tongue caressed her lips. She could really put a creature like that to good use. She'd coo to herself as she daydreamt of such a creature, her keen mind focused on the details.
That's when a sudden urge hit her. It was like she was on remote control, and suddenly she was off her stool and away from the work bench. Not too far from this lab, she'd touch a button and a stone slab slid open, becoming a thresh hold. On the other side of this thresh hold was a twenty sided crystal, it was cerulean in tone and spun on its X axis, just hovering there in the air. Upon touching the crystal she'd be whisked away.
Upon realizing what she was doing she was growing more excited by the moment. She hadn't heard his call in decades, she almost forgot what it felt like.... She hated it; a control demon who was duty bound to another. The tongue of the damphir was as silver as his mane. But she also knew that this meant there was something more to do, and though examining tissues and running experiments was fascinating it also grew dull over such a long time; especially in the belly of a cavernous castle with more sub basements than you even wanted to count.
"I need you to awaken subjects 112, 358, 132, and 466"
"Sir that's project Hurt Locker. Number 132 is still unstable. Are you sure?"
The pale skin and stark maned beast gave her a look, and that's all that was required. She gasped sharp, and she knew he was sure, and that he wasn't in the mood to talk about it.
"Y... ye yes sir." She'd snap to attention and begin to turn. She'd go down a twisting flight of steps, and move a particular stone at the bottom. This opened a hole in the floor which lead to another laboratory. This one was brimming with test tubes, all full of twisted monsters, some more or less human, while others were some kind of awful chimeric beast that'd make Shinra Corp blush. She'd enter some numbers into a key board stand and a huge metal claw would go sliding down a corridor, bringing the desired suspension tubes to the front.
She'd begin interfacing with the GUI on the vat, programming it to drain the fluids and rouse the consciousness of these four particular soldiers back to light once again.
It would take them a few hours to finish baking. They had been on hyper sleep for a good while, making the process a little more touch and go than she'd like. She worked as quickly as she could, not wanting to test the master's patience. Which she hated, but that was her lot. Unfortunately this was the most aleatory contract she'd ever signed, and she'd be bound to it until completion.