Thread: Jenova High: Whispered Truths (As Day Fades & darkest_fate)

The girls' attention went to the gun, obviously wondering what it was all about. They figured he likely needed to label or inject them with something else, and it wasn't like they didn't have enough technology to get rid of something as simple as skin blemishes and the like. Plus, as Hojo would soon say, they were all used to pain, though to varying degrees. Tifa, for example, didn't even flinch in the slightest. She felt the tingling on the back of her neck, felt it moving in a specific method, then felt her hair flop over her shoulder. She frowned as it finished, raising a gloved hand behind her. She poked the tender flesh, fighting the urge to wince. Easy enough to trace, to note the 1 etched into her. Tifa could pretty well figure out what that was for as well clearly he needed to apply numbers to remove their names and crap like that. She didn't quite know why he felt it necessary to etch it into her skin as opposed to giving her a tag or something but, well, everyone knew that Hojo was a little... eccentric. Said eccentric man moved on to Yuna next. He really wouldn't have to pull her hair up all that much, more toss aside the long braid that tangled free. Yuna let out a little gasp as she felt the heat touching her skin, wincing slightly. She fidgeted as well, her mismatched eyes going back, trying to follow him. Still, she listened, they all did, while Hojo explained that things were monitored. When Hojo moved on, Yuna brought her hand up, frowning in confusion at the sensation, looking over to Tifa. The long-haired brunette sighed and held up two fingers, which Yuna mouthed, obviously more confused than Tifa. Selphie whimpered and squirmed throughout the process, barely managing to keep herself still. The explanation for the numbering came while she fought, and she barely understood, so wrapped up in the sensation was she. She whimpered as it finished, rubbing at her neck constantly, as if she could work it away or work the pain away. You mean number, not name, said Tifa, turning her eyes to watch him. Because of the data and stuff, she blinked, watching as he moved aside Rikku's hair. The blonde soon giggled as she felt the laser dance along her neck, squirming in a manner obviously different than Selphie, but very much involving a lot of movement. Soon she was looking up at Hojo, blinking her wide, swirled green eyes. Uh, what? she said, blinking. You seriously want me to-- We are all girls, said Selphie, obviously not wanting to hear another lecture. Tifa was glaring too, and Selphie didn't want the outspoken brawler to get, well, into another verbal brawl. So Rikku rolled her eyes, reaching up to undo her clothes. She shimmied out of the clothing, letting it drop from her body. As expected, she was lean, almost boyishly thin, though her impressive breasts gave way to her femininity. Fluffy yellow hair crowned her little sex, shaved into the shape of a chocobo's head, obviously well cared for. The blonde, now freed of clothing, seemed to have lost a few inhibitions as well. Uh, this one, right? she said, pointing. She nodded and walked backward into it, hesitating for a only a moment. So, like, are you gonna fill it with junk or something? Oh, is it gonna, like, fill with fluid and junk with this mask thing for me to breathe in or-- Someone watches too much anime, mumbled Tifa. Yuna giggled, obviously agreeing, though she quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to be seen mocking someone, especially if that someone was her cousin.