Experiment gone wrong [GD & Co only]

[anderson]

It was a normally reasonable time in the Geass Directorate, and a fortunate one at that, as it has been the 9th month since the last terrible accident. Philip found it upon himself to go to the Greenland outpost of his said secret base to conduct experimentations in isolation, the last experiment was to test a series of hair tonics in order to test out stimulants of growth in a "harmless" manner.

Side effects were to grow bigger and to form three times the muscles of the strongest human. Thankfully the escaped experiment was caught though under heavy media coverage, all of them costing a fortune to cover up. Most images were blurred and the experiment was passed off as the mythical big foot, raising awareness of big foot up several notches that it was 2nd to the popularity of a giant Japanese lizard; Kojiro.

Nonetheless, in the operating room, a man in scrubs, hair cover, medical mask and surgical gloves was operating on a female in order to repeat Tristan's success in the form of a woman. Commonly, it is known that women possess less strength than men, but does that mean they have a less chance of survival than men? That is to be found out soon by the Chief of the Directorate, Philip.

The operation was going on for 5 hours now, this one was down to the last few minutes, having made a success through repeating the same incisions Philip made on the Captain Tristan, the same spots, all documented in order to perform the same techniques to get the same results. A final stitching was followed up after the injection into the exposed spine from the back of the stomach. The doctor backing away as he had disposed of his crimson medical gloves, crimson from what one might ask? Crimson from the blood of the experimentee.

The doctor proudly turning back to his associates in the room, and other attendants with a smile, blue orbs gazing at the dissected body of the woman, wounds soon closing up though she had remained bloodied, agony was clearly her case as Philip simply didn't use any sorts of drugs to put her to sleep or at least painkillers, though small doses of a special sort of anesthesia he made.

"Gentlemen... and ladies, I believe we have a success" He boldly proclaims.

Irony has it that the lady broke the leather straps holding her back, pulling out all of those test tubes and cords and flinging the sheet that was used to cover her, soon tears of her skin were seen as she had begun to grow up to 9 feet long, her feminine curves gone, as it was, she was Philip's concubine that he had grown to dislike, thus finding a new use for her.

Angry bloodshot eyes staring down at her former lover, with the doctor casually reaching for the button as his back was against the wall, pressing it firmly as a thick glass shoots up to block her from the one whom she has beastial hatred towards, now that she was a skinless muscle-exposed monster, vaguely resembling a hybrid of an ape and human thanks to her features.

Anderson shifted his gaze to the attendants, participants and other doctors and researchers in the glass case unlucky enough not to be on the side Philip was on.

"I suppose I should hire some new chaps or...." The doctor points at one of the operating tables inside the circular domed room. "I recommend taking the pistol and blow your brains out, makes death the less the painful. See? I am quite thoughtful of your suffering by including a pistol in there, the .44 S&W Revolver tends to do the trick." He cruelly proclaimed, though truth be said, he kept a pistol to shoot the experiment in case he couldn't get to the other side of the glass to protect himself in glass.

The massive fanged creature was banging it's fist against the thick glass, blood wiped all over the glass, staining it... it would be time until it turned it's attention on the people it COULD kill.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

Glass and metal, sharp and shiny, neat as a pin. The observation deck of the operation room was tidy; tidily placed, tidily spaced and tidily free of the spatter as the latest victim of the doctor's eccentricity threw the room into a mess of torn wire and fabric and flesh, rolls of skin hanging of its body. She stood, quiet, still as a tombstone and off to the side as the occupied deck viewed this latest 'success'. And if they noticed her lack of reaction, they made no move to inquire; she was feared, even if some didn't quite know why. The Directorate was built around secrets, even from itself, and telling the important ones to those who didn't ask from the source or with permission could find themselves conveniently dead or some such.

She stood and she watched and she thought to herself. And a twinge echoed in her middle. She sighed and muttered. Whether others could hear her was their business but she was resolute.

"What monsters men have become."

An observing doctor near her sniffed, "It isn't a monster, although it may look that way. It's a valuable step toward our goals, no matter it's appearance!"

She looked at him, and no matter her insanity or instability, eyes are the window of the soul and hers stared with centuries of disgust.

"Not the damaged one. The wretched one, the one safe behind the glass, mocking and snide. He is monstrous," she said. "And a man. Only a man. Thank Hera's hand and Athena's wisdom I am one no longer."

She turned and looked at all those on the deck. "All monsters. You should all die." And walked to the exit.

[alister]

Unfortunately Alister heard the words, and was standing by the exit she was currently heading towards. He wore a long, white lab coat over his clothing. A white buttoned up shirt, black tie and black slacks and shoes to match, he looked like a young professional inside a hostile territory. Alister sighed, crossing his arms and pushing off the wall he was leaning on with his foot. Much like his colleague, he stood frighteningly still during the procedure, not moving away from the wall. His reasons for doing so however were very different, he wasn't angry nor did he even care. Although, he was a bit ticked that he wasn't allowed to do something with the experiment. Yawning a bit, Alister tucked his hands inside the coats pockets as he heard those fateful words.

"All monsters. You should all die."

With that said, Alister broke out his signature smirk, a slight upturning of the lips which was often mischievous. However, for once it wasn't as Alister showed no hint of being arrogant or slightly rude at all. Eye cast downward, hair hanging slightly above his eyes as his head was dropped. "How can you say that? Monsters, inadequate beings who know nothing besides there own goals. Comparing us to monsters is like comparing a diamond to a pebble. We tend to reflect, shine and are simply the most valuable thing."

With that being said, Alister walked over and stood near Hebe. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit frightened of the girl, hell he was quite honestly scared. However, he wasn't going to be told do die off without having a bit of a comeback. Crossing his arms, he stared at the Head of the Directorate, admiration in his eyes. Teal eyes were scanning all of the room, landing on each object and person until he once again found his gaze on their boss.

"I kind of respect the man. Willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals, can't do anything but like a guy like that. Sure I don't always agree with the methods..but then again alot of people don't agree with my methods either." he said curtly, in a flat tone of voice that showed nothing about he truly felt. Alister stood there, looking at the experiment with a looked mixed with disgust and one showing a curious look, as if Alister himself wondered what may happen.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

Puppy boy, all black hair and green eyes. He stands in front of her, he's in her way. Smirking like he has the answers, puppy boy stopping her from leaving. She can let the Wretched One do as he pleases, she doesn't have to stay and sip wine at the balcony.

"How can you say that? Monsters, inadequate beings who know nothing besides there own goals. Comparing us to monsters is like comparing a diamond to a pebble. We tend to reflect, shine and are simply the most valuable thing."

She blows air from her nose. Lovely words from a dog. They all are so neat-worded here in the underground. Underneath the underneath, shaded from spying eyes like a drop of blood under a lily. "Value does not come from a sparkle. You are muck, sludge in the dirt. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You sparkle and you stink."


She steps toward him and lifts a hand, pressing him back into the wall, middle finger snaking under the slippery cloth of triangle tie to the gap in his shirt. "Respect him, creature. Respect the filthy one." Her finger touched skin and she finds the hollow dip at the base of his throat. And presses down hard, forcing the gag reflex. "But don't expect me to care."

She backs off and turns toward the door again.

[rimy2]

[ sadists rule the world ]
"I didn't say I adore seeing this, but I don't hate it either."

Experiments were never her thing, experimenting was a failure for her. Why? Well, let's just say Alice doesn't do things according to plan. She failed her biology course because she didn't dissect the frog properly. Sure, that couldn't actually fail her but bringing a live frog and attempting to cut in it half does. Alice always liked seeing people suffer but she never liked to use the word 'sadistic'. She wasn't all that evil, but she didn't mind seeing people suffer by another. Like this for example, now she knows why her daddy told her to not follow Alister, him or anyone into a experiment lab. Of course her daddy told her it was because it was too stinky or because everyone that experimented were not sane, but never this. Now Alice understood why he didn't tell her, because he thought she would enjoy and adore the pleasure of watching another suffer. It's not like she was adoring it, but she wasn't having the worst time of her life.

Alice watched the female do her thing and smirked. Even though the female had turned into a monster and suffering, the female was stronger now - wasn't she? She would be stronger then any regular men, so it wasn't a failed experiment - was it? Things weren't totally out of control but it's going to seem like it was, oh yes - she has been waiting to see action for such a long time. But Alice didn't want to be too involved, she wasn't invited in here, not literally but she did have her ways to get in and not get thrown out. Still, there was Alister, who Alice thinks her father had told to not let her in during an experiment. Maybe he was scared it'll too turn her insane. Still, insanity still sounds so much easier then sanity. Still, she was going to stay low today, she hasn't done that in a while - yes stay low.

Beep, wrong answer. It was like Alice had some kind of weird reflexes, she just had to turn to Alister - just to keep an eye on him, when he was talking to a woman. What is it with him and women? Alice's eyebrows once again twitched. She attempted to turn around, he could go flirt with any women he sees, technically she wasn't here so she didn't need to protect him from any slaps he is about to get afterwords - if he gets any.

"Value does not come from a sparkle. You are muck, sludge in the dirt. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You sparkle and you stink."

She felt like a stalker. No, it was not her fault, the woman talks too old - yea that. And who was she calling a sludge in the dirt? Ooze that eats itself? Sparkle and stink!? Alice's anger was no longer on the cupcake-man. Who was this woman? She could not just go around and call people sludge in the dirt, especially not someone she was paid to project - sure from physical harm but this was something like mental harm -wasn't it? Alice calmed down, she wasn't here. She was only supposed to protect him from physical harm, she doesn't remember the 'bodyguard rule book' but she'll go with that. Once again she turned back to the monster and the blond man that it was looking it. She wasn't sure who he was, she should be, he seems important - very important but she was never interested in knowing who was who in the GD. That would be just stupid. But she wanted to know what he was going to do, he seem like he was actually enjoying himself - no it couldn't be. She must have just looked at him the world way, what human would enjoy seeing another human suffer?

"Respect him, creature. Respect the filthy one."

Grrr. Alice turned around, really? Weren't they done yet? The pink hair stared at the white haired woman 'touching' cupcake man. She rolled her eyes, attempting to turn back to what she was interested in again but she was held back. Now it was getting physical wasn't it? She was kind of attempting to hurt him and as his bodyguard she has to take an act now. Right?

Alice turned her full body towards them, what was she? A random bully? As much as Alice adores bullying the cupcake man, she didn't enjoy it when others did it. It wasn't jealously or anything, she wasn't interested him 'that way' enough to be 'jealous'. But she walked over to them, she couldn't just turn away from that now. Especially after all those rude comments she said to him too.

Without another thought she took off her shoes, a slipper really, she wished it was a high-heel or something sharp so she could kill her or something. With that thought she threw it at the woman but missed and let the shoe hit the door that was right in front of the woman. "Oh I missed_" she whispered softly under her breathe but then stopped herself and said, out loud "Oh, I am sorry. It just slipped, you know slippers these days. They think the know everything~" Alice fixed a fake smile on herself. Afterwords, she turned to Alister and raised her eyebrow at him - feeling relief that he is alright. "Ah, cupcake-man, fancy meeting you here"

[alister]

Alister turned around in time to hear her comments, mainly bad ones which he felt were directed towards not only him. Alister suppressed a growl, instead choosing to clear his throat and mutter something that couldn't be heard under his breath. Big mistake as he soon found himself pressed up against the wall, and she came awfully lose to him. "You know, if I'm-" his sentence was cut off as he felt his throat being pressed quickly. Always the frail one, Alister's gag reflex kicked in and he dropped quickly to one knee. Rubbing at the spot which was poked rather forcibly, Alister shot off a weak glare. It was all rather unnecessary to react such a way, especially given the circumstances.

'I'm going to get myself killed just by even thinking this. Still better to roll the dice and take a chance than to simply watch her have her way!' Alister mentally told himself as he stood upright on both feet. Adjusting his tie, the young scientists tried to figure out what he should say and how to say it exactly. Brushing off what little dust he had on his knee, he stared at Hebe's fleeting form before calling out.

"It just occurred to me, right there. If I'm a creature and our boss is 'filthy', then what of you? Technically your associated with us and it's sort of wrong for you judging me without knowing me. You've got to be some sort of filth or sludge or grease then. It's human nature to do something wrong, not changed by by gender, class or race, eventually we'll all become filthy. I guess your just about as bad as me then huh?" Alister said in a flat tone of voice, which held exactly how angry he was about Hebe's statement.

'And with that...I'm dead. Oh well good run, good run.' he told himself, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. Closing his eyes, Alister mentally prepared himself for whatever comeback she was getting for him. That was until he heard a faint thud, forcing him to open his eyes. Looking up, he saw Alice there shoeless and plastering that ever so fake smile he had come to know very well. he saw that she was missing a shoe and looked around the floor, seeing her slipper near the door.

"A missed shot huh?" Alister said, making sure he was the only one who heard. Smirking, Alister crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Alice. He knew she just tried to protect him, he wouldn't be a brilliant young scientist if he couldn't even figure that out. Still, despite that he was going to have to make some witty remark like always, he couldn't miss an opportunity to not do so. "Why Strawberry, it is fancy meeting you here. Especially considering that I'm not entirely sure your allowed...pretty sure that only people of higher intelligence is allowed. That and we have a no shirt, no shoes, no service sign somewhere around here." Alister said, pointing a finger at the slipper that was by the door.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

The door, so pretty pretty sharp, metal and clean corners, neat as a pin. She can go through it but the puppy boy mongrel stops his gagging and shots her back with words meant to wound her and she thinks how funny it is that men of science all use words to try and wound her. She doesn't look at him but her head is heavy and tilts to the side. This time with a man who knows her tricks has leeched her; she doesn't bother sticking with the status quo, not for long long-o time, not here where the players have an inkling that they're even playing. He's a mongrel runt, and she didn't play with him; her irritation and lack of care for anything strips her of even the courtesy of pretending she is anything but herself.

And with that, a shoe flies past her and smacks that pretty clean cornered door. And a voice that reeks of strawberry simpers false apologies. And her head is red filling, raw and crackling. She should be trying to pretend she cares and weaving an image of an affable and iron-willed empress. Thats her way, charm and charisma and a knife in the ribs or a push off a ledge. But she is here where a good deal of time and well deserved fear has been put in place and there are two by two, dressed in pink and blue behind her and she feels a very strong urge. It's very interesting. She cocks her head the other way and vaguely notices her back is still to the offenders.

"How funny," she murmurs idly. This kind of rage should be reserved for the Wretched One. How funny that its towards the undeserving. "Huh." Then she strikes her leg out behind her and nails the dog in the chin, snapping his head back. And she spins, because dance is the only thing she bothered to learn form these monsters that was worth knowing, and plants her foot solidly into the pink one's chest. And she frowns, bringing her leg up, looking at her shoe.

"You broke my heel. It's very hard to get shoes this high in my size." It's true; most fuck-me platforms are made for ladies who have progressed past the pigtail age. Although most ladies who wore such shoes had pigtails anyway, but for more lewd purposes.

The rest of the room hadn't failed to notice. But like good little boys and girls, they obediently went back to their viewing. "...'least she didn't get him in the jugular like last time... blood all over the place..."

She ignored them and pointedly looked at the pink one. "You owe me a shoe."

[rimy2]

[ No one touches the body ]
"Oh no, she didn't."

She shouldn't have actually interferce, you know it would be so much more fun watching that monster. Alice cursed her skills of being a bodyguard. She glanced her eyes to Alister, the cupcake man who commented on her. Alice picked up her knee and held her other slipper in her hands, getting read to throw it at him. "I am pretty sure, you wouldn't be allowed here too then. Cupcake head." and with that she aimed for his face but before she could actually throw the darn shoe at him, she was interrupted. It had seem the other female had already attacked him before she had. Alice raised an eyebrow, she was half happy that he was attacked for he annoyed her but she was the right person to attack him. Not her.

Though before Alice could think of what she could do next, the woman started spinning. Okay, what is this? A crazy institution? She knows scientist were sadists with the monsters and all but what was with this woman? Alice stared at her as the woman raised her foot at her chest, pounding it. To tell the truth, it frigging hurts but Alice didn't show much of a hurtful expression. Er, she learned this is those karate classes she took when she learn. It went something like "never show your opponent your weakness or fear" or something like that. Who knows and who cares? Alice had been stabbed in the chest with a frigging dirty shoe! Yes, yes Alice hates, hates with her own heart to be touched on her lovely body and with a shoe? Oh, that just made it so much worst.

"You owe me a shoe."

Alice stared at the foot on her chest then back at the woman. Repeating that for a while, she slapped of the leg and the dirty shoe off of her. "Oh please. Don't blame me for your cheap shoe" she wasn't really picking a fight. Yea, right, of course she was, no one touches her awesome body, no one. Especially not her chest, a chest is an important thing, why? Because it contains two most important things in a woman's body. Now she didn't know who to try her other shoe to. The man with who has a brain with the size of a cupcake or the woman who impure her lovely body. Such a hard choice really, now she needed two shoes and one was already gone. While thinking she felt a sting on her chest, the heel kick or stab or whatever she did was stronger than Alice had thought. Alice took a deep breathe in, maybe she should consider being a bit careful next time she fools around with this crazy woman. She took a glance at the cupcake man, was he alright?

[comment - short, blaaah, switched colors I like this one betta]

[alister]

'I learned something new today. Do not mess with the girl who could and will kick your head clean off. Least with Strawberry I'm more or less in one shape.' Alister mentally told himself as he fell backward, time seemingly in slow motion to him. His head hit with a sickening thud on the floor, the kick having sent him sprawled against the dirty ground. It was a well known fact that Alister wasn't the strongest of guys physically, actually he wasn't very strong at all. Hence he needed a bodyguard, speaking of which he wondered how she was doing. The young child prodigy turned his head to see her kicked in the chest, something which Alister found appalling.

Eye twitching, Alister felt his breath tighten. He had to admit he could see why he was kicked, for being way too cocky. That and he was an easy target, somebody who didn't have the ability to fight back. Alice however did and she said nothing, so Alister was a bit irritated when she was kicked. Hell, more than a bit irritated he was angry, but he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't know why he was angry though so he rationalized it to being this. 'Crud if Strawberry gets herself hurt then I'm an open target. Well that can't happen..I'm too important to get hurt.'

"Emotional wreck much." Alister said still laying on the floor. He wasn't in any position to be talking any sort smack. He hoped that nobody heard him or else he, meaning Strawberry, would have to get into an argument, meaning an altercation. Struggling to sit up right, Alister placed his hand under his chin only to find a stinging sensation. Removing his hand, Alister saw blood on his palm which he presumed was his own. Alister frowned and sent a weak look toward his attacker, which of course did nothing.

He barely heard Alice say the next words, hell the ringing in his head was bad enough. He had heard it however and Alister was forced to grin, it was funny that she was such a spit fire. He was staring at the two girls with a funny look on his face, looking at them but not really watching them...almost as if he was trying to look past them. He was lightheaded and everything was blurry, he thought he was feeling something like euphoria. The lights, they burned his eyes though like they were fighting off the haze of his mind. Eyes widened, Alister suddenly figured out he definitely wasn't doing good. He began wondering if the kick was strong enough to do this to him. 'Must have been when I hit my head on the ground..I'd be surprised if that isn't bleeding as well. Learned two things today, never mess with her again and also begin wearing a helmet to work.' Alister thought, amusing himself. With that final thought he collapsed backward once more, hitting the ground and seemingly unconscious.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

"Oh please. Don't blame me for your cheap shoe." She blinks and cocks her head to the side. Huh, Cream Filling is talking back again. She looks at her blankly, and Cream girl shudders a breath. Pretty child, pink and red. A heartbeat in slippers, one lying on the floor.

"It wasn't cheap. The woman who owned it had a very successful business, thus her shoes must be perfect." Whores did seem to care very much about their footwear. Something about hand-holds and elevating the posterior. She promptly turned her back on the overly sweet walking desert and looked down impassively at the puppy dog on the floor. He wasn't moving. Bad dog. Or was it good dog? He had insulted her; wasn't it right to make them go down and stay there? Eh.

She steps delicately until she is standing over him, a foot planted on either side of his shoulders. She lolls her head to the side, gazing down, and shifts her weight so her foot nudges him.

"Waken, dog. It's no fun if you lie with the insects." The broken shoe isn't steady; the heel must be fixed or go. Perhaps into an orifice. His mouth is right there.

[Aloysius Drebbel]

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Hebe Ano Vasilikis: (1172 Words, Normal RP) 127 Exp, 127 Credits [+10]
Alister Tybalt: (1361 Words, Normal RP) 146 Exp, 146 Credits [+10]

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