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Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Diane stood in her office noticing that her new assistant was coming in. Finally some relaxation...that damn virus to create those undead life forms was rather taxing... She thought to herself as she changed into her new lab uniform for her assistant so the girl would freak out and run off. It was one of the things that Diane didn't want right now. When she finished putting on her new uniform she went to sit at her desk as she could see the door opening. Ah, come here...take a seat. Diane said offering her a seat to sit as she looked up at her noticing that her body and face were quite beautiful and young. May I ask your age again? I have trouble remembering things from the application process..., Diane asked her as she waited for the girl to speak up about her age. It was the way to remember if the things on the app were real. Then again this girl wouldn't lie for a position with one of the world's top leading minds of today.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Amy finally caught sight of the scientist she would be working for and smiled happily.She had been so eager to meet the brilliant mind before her.She didnt know what kind of work that Diane was currently involved in but she was extremely curious and eager to start.She pushed her glasses up again and smiled.She nodded and moved to take a seat before the desk and nodded.Im 20,thanks to some very hard work I was able to graduate very early.She said in her soft voice and smiled.It was easy to see that she was excited and a little nervous.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Diane looked at her smiling, I am glad you were honest as I just looked up your application noting that you have an excellent degree out of your college. You did do some hard work it states here and why the other professors suggested you to come study under me. Though I am more of the open thinkers of our society, this stuff might be a little taxing on the mind if they think too much on it. Are you willing to get your hands dirty for the sake of science? She asked as she had a rather dark face on though it wasn't intending to scare her but show how serious she was being. I can tear up the application and you can go if you want. I want your full cooperation on this whole ordeal., She said again sitting there then leaning back in her chair as she tapped her fingers together waiting for the girl's reply.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Amy smiled happily,glad that Diane had noticed her work and her professors praises.She was aware that Diane had a reputation for doing things that others would call unorthodox at best but she honestly didn't mind,It was all for the sake of science wasn't it?She knew that Diane was being serious with her,telling her that she might not like the things that they would work on,Amy shook her head though and smiled.Im more then willing to do what ever it takes.I wouldn't pass up something like this.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Diane smiled, Congratulations Amy, you are now my assistant! We don't got time to waste in this small office. Come with me! She said getting up heading out the door toward an elevator that had only a down arrow. It was the elevator to her underground laboratory that she used to experiment on humans, animals, etc. It was the to pan out the worst viruses out in the world as well as learn about possibilities of curing them. Though Diane also had special projects for possibly mutating somebody's gender, aging or making them younger, destroy certain parts of their bodies, etc. It was the way she thought and the way she kept her mind sharp as she was nearly crossing the threshold of 40 soon. Diane needed to make sure her mind was sharp so when the time came she could reverse her aging and regain her young appearance again. This was one of the hidden personal goals she kept to herself. Not even her own new assistant will hear of it until she deemed the girl ready to be told. Come in..., She motioned for the girl to enter the elevator as it was ready to head down to her lab.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

I...Ill do my best to prove my worth.She said softly and smiled. She stood back up and smoothed out her skirt as she followed Diane over to the elevator and stepped into it.She was filled with excitement and curiosity as she waited for her to step in as well and take them to where they were going.She couldn't wait to begin.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

The elevator stopped as they stepped out suddenly a monster out of nowhere attacked. It was the size of a two story house, Damnit! I thought I fucking put that guy away in the storage chamber. Fuck! She cursed instead of running away she went to her office or it looked like a big group of computers. When she came out she had some boots on, fists or gauntlets of some kind along with a weapon of some kind. Diane took the initiate and attack the giant monster of some kind which looked like a mutated human crossed with some animal with its flesh rotting off. Diane rushed in the area of the monster barely dodging a large fist in her direction while she shot the fist as it flew past her. The hand itself exploded into tons of organs and tissue. The giant roared in pain as she took another shot at the other hand making it explode, this was one of the crippling strikes that she had done to it as it was now almost on the ground. Landing she used her boots to conduct a momentum launching herself straight into the chest of the monster with her feet aiming forward as she literally punched a hole into the monster. With a large roar the monster breathed its last as it hit the ground in a mass of organs and flesh. Diane landed near it as her lab coat was once again covered in flesh and blood. Fuck, I just worked on him too...I guess the knock out fluids I injected before going top side didn't work..., She said softly as she looked back at her assistant wondering if the girl had ran off back to the elevator to return to the surface. Walking back she looked at her more intently, What did you think? I had to put down an experiment that had gotten lose and I thought I had locked his container tighter then that but I guess not. She explained as she took off the enhancements that she had used against the flesh giant in matter of speaking.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Amy couldn't help the surprised scream as some kind of monster attacked them.She didnt know what to do so she quickly ran follow after Diane Watching as she donned a strange pair of gauntlets and a weapon,She tried to keep from crying out as she easily and coolly blew apart one hand before the other. She was amazed by how she launched herself and blew a hole right threw it.Watching it fall to the ground and breathing its last. T...that's what we are working on?She finally asked curiously,She had only screamed because she had been taking completely off guard.I...Its unbelievable....that thing..She managed to say,still in aww of her.
Thread: The intern and the experiment Tag Kitsu and Communist Fluffy

Diane nodded, yes that was a guy left over that didn't make it. The virus took over his body and he was unable to control it, it is slightly familiar to the uroburuos but I have been modifying it to fit a virus compound. However no matter or how many people I use on it which are mostly male thinking it would have a better effect then using girls they seem to turn out to be mindless or aggressive. This one turned into a giant with flesh torn off due to the virus taking its toll on the man while that would have degraded his appearance the virus had also began to bloat his organs and skin to the point where he was about that height. Though when I used my weapons his body began to blow apart easily as the flesh was rotten and easily destroyed. Though he had the strength of several hundred men a small army despite how degraded his body was. So don't think that because he was weak defensively he was weak physically. She explained as she put away her weapons and armor enhancements. These are my emergency weapons and equipment in case a biological failure gets loose in the lab., She said putting them back walking back to her. Do you want to tour the rest of the lab with me? Or did you have enough for today? I got a small room off of the lab that has a reinforced door so that nothing can attack you since you won't be on the surface for a long time. She said smirking as that was in the fine print, it was describing that the person given to her was to be her assistant until they make a break through with her research. The whole program was to find a suitable scientist or upcoming one to help her since she was getting older despite her ability to retain her youth.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

Today was a important day for the lowly knight that was dismounting his horse in front of the blacksmith's shop. This was his first assignment as a Knight, and from the sound of it, it was important. His lord's son needed a new set of armor made for him, and there were several Blacksmiths that had a order made, looking for the best quality smithing. Needless to say, he was hopeful that he was sent to the right place instead of the others. It would be a boost to him for when he became more well known, even getting his own fiefdom. He slowly walked into the place, seeing the Blacksmith hard at work. At first glance, he confused the person for a male, but after calling them over and getting a better glance, he saw it was a female, and he was instantly shamed mentally. It was a honor to be given the job, and angering the person that was to do the work would not help him at all. Excuse me. He said, pulling out a scroll of parchment that had everything written on it in terms of size for the prince. The King is looking for a suit of armor for his son, these are the sizes for him. His majesty would like it to be done promptly, and can pay anything for it. But he needs to know when and how much immediately.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

It took a few times for Devon to hear the man as the forge was rather loud, but it was more his presence that was sensed. Devon knew when people entered 'her' space. Just a second! she called out, as she lifted the flaming out metal from atop her anvil and thrust it into the cooling bath of water beside the forge, leaving it to cool as she headed to see who it was. Lifting up a well muscled arm, she wiped the sweat and loose silvered curls from her face with the back of her forearm. Can I help you? It was strange of course to see any woman, let alone a decently shapely woman wearing tight fitting pants and no shirt, only a dirty binding to hide the fact she was indeed a female beneath the blacksmith's apron. Piercing crystal blue eyes took in the man in front of her with barely a glance. Armor? For a princeling, eh? Hmm... Her mind was quick, and she calculated the load of work she had yet to do after all, even if it would please the lord to have his son's armor, the fact was that plowshares and the like were more important to the continuation of the land. At the same time, it would be a way to show off her more detailed work. Eh, she could sacrifice some time to it instead of sleep. Two weeks. Two pounds sterling. A bit steep of a price, but with the detail work she intended it would be well worth it.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

The Knight was shocked to see her attire, yes. Few women would be so blatant as to wear the pants of men, and no top to cover up. But he was able to push that thought out of his head as he remember the irregularity of a female being a Blacksmith, anyway. The price for the ordered armor nearly made him jump out of his own armor. Two pounds of sterling!? Such a price would only be afforded by a King. Yes, I will tell him your price, and I will be back to pick it up in two weeks. He said, bowing before leaving. He had to get back fast, such a expensive offer was to be good, he was sure. It was a short ride back to the castle for him, and the King wasn't in the hall where he met his people. So he had to leave a message, written out with the time frame and price for the armor. He was sure that the King wouldn't pass on this offer. Either he would enjoy the armor, or he will get his money back for it, for that was the way the King worked. ------- A fortnight passed uneventfully for the knight, until he was called in by the King, with the two pounds of sterling in bags at the foot of the throne. No words were exchanged, they both knew what this was for. The knight was quick with grabbing the bags, knowing that the armor was important for the prince to have. He rode faster than he ever had that day, just to see what the armor that cost so much would look like. He walked in, carrying both bags of sterling with him. I'm here for the King's armor.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

It had been a long two weeks for Devon, the delicate work of the past week alone had given her nights of little rest. Thankfully, due to her uncle she was quite used to that by now. You did your allotted work in the time you promised or you went without sleep. That discipline had shown her true and for two nights, she'd gotten no sleep she'd finished the armor the previous night and had finally gone to bed. So when the knight arrived, she came out from her sleeping quarters cleaned up, yet in a sleeping gown, it was quite easy this time to tell that she was a woman, an attractive woman at that. Ah, I didn't expect you till this evening. You'll have to pardon the dress. She grabbed a cord, and wrapped it around her waist, using it to hitch up the gown a bit higher so that her ankles showed and that she wouldn't trip over it. Going over to the counter, she lifted up the helmet of the armor, the nose plate lifted over the brow and up past the crown to end in the delicate turning of three feathers, the sign of the phoenix a charm against death. Each feather was delicately laced with gold lining so that it would catch in the son. This was no helmet for a coward, only the bravest or the stupidest of men would wear a helmet that drew attention to themselves. Setting that on the counter, Devon continued silently bringing over the breastplate that had the crest of the royal family upon it etched in fine detail to where even the untutored could see each individual hair on the lion's mane. Setting the breast plate down, she lifted out of a drawer a fine coat of mail that's rings were so minute it almost seemed a silvered coat of skin, each ring again coated with a lining of gold around the outer edges for style. The gauntlets were also produced as well as the boots, the details as fine as the pieces before them. I chose mail instead of plate for the majority of the armor because I've heard tale that the prince leads his men and while plate is sturdy, it is also heavy and in the front of a battle, you need endurance more than strength. Mail offers both as well as protection. The breastplate will protect his vital organs and the mail his appendages. The helmet will guard against blunt weapon as well as a charm against death. I'm sure the king and prince will be well pleased with the armor I have created. She smiled, a disarming confident smile. Although I do hope you realize I wish my gender not to be advertised. No one takes a female blacksmith seriously until they've seen her work.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

The knight was fairly shocked when she came out of her private quarters in only a nightgown. Had it been lighter in the shop, he would have been able to see more of what made her a woman, although it was painfully obvious to him already. But what was even more surprising to him was the armor that she laid out in front of him. It was so intricately done that the gold shone from the faint light that was from the boiler and from the door. He slowly traced his fingers over a few lines of it, thinking for half a moment of taking the armor and leaving the kingdom with it. But he knew he would be found and executed for that. He grabbed the bags of Sterling off the ground, lifting them onto the counter before taking the armor. The King and Prince will enjoy this armor. Before leaving. ----- Chain Mail? The King looked over the armor for only a few seconds, but the Prince longer, holding the Chain Mail up and peering at it. It was more intricate and thicker than normal Chain Mail, no holes at all see. Chain Mail won't protect my son from anything! This will. The Prince spoke up, putting the armor down. This was made specialty. It took a lot of time. I doubt the Blacksmith slept at all the last two weeks. He put on the helmet, testing the weight of it. This is much better than normal plate mail. This will keep me alive on the Battlefield, Father, I know it. The King still wasn't in mind for it, but his son seemed to be happy about the work, and he was right it was a lot of work to have been done in two weeks. Some Master Blacksmiths would have taken three to make a similar set of armor. Go fetch me this Blacksmith... ----- The knight was back at the shop only 5 hours after he had left the last time, this time with two other Knight-Errants. He was the only one to dismount his horse. He had a very simple message this time, and he walked in with confidence. The King has sent orders for you to come to the castle to meet with him, Immediately. He said, in a stronger voice than the last two times he was there. You are to ride with us.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

By this time at least, Devon had dressed for the day. Still wearing her breeches, but she also had a shirt over her normal bindings. That way if she wanted to play at the forge later it would not be a problem. But today was a day for celebration. After all, she'd just come into two pounds of Sterling. She could afford some finer-- She'd been about to leave for the local pub when the knight came back and this time her appearance would seem to be that of a very pretty male, her natural curls plastered wet against her face,and even her ample bust was tightly constrained, her features chiseled with the weariness of her work for the last several days. What say you? Was the king not pleased? That was utterly ridiculous. That armor was the finest in three kingdoms, she would swear her life by it. And it seemed that indeed she would. Sighing in defeat, she threw up her hands. Alright, but I still say that there was nothing to be displeased with. But she walked over to the stable, and gathered her own animal, saddling him for the ride and would quickly be back to join the soldiers.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

The woman in front of him - and he head to remind himself that she was a woman - was freaking out slightly, as if he came in with a order for her head on a platter. But it was slightly comical, and he decided to be slightly sadistic and not give her the news that she wasn't wanted for bad or shoddy work. It would be entertaining to watch, at least, her pleading for her life before the King told her his news. She went off to get her own ride, and the Knight straddled his horse, issuing the orders to trail slightly behind to make sure she didn't run off. It was a easy enough order. She finally came around the corner, and he could see that she was leaving behind most of her possessions. He pulled one of the knights aside and gave a new order, the knight-errant breaking away and heading to the Smithy. He will watch your place while you are away. They started on their way to the castle, and it was quite a ride, about a hours length at their pace. The Knight led her to the stable first, getting her horse and the other two in before leading her through the main part of the castle. The King was still sitting on his throne, waiting for the Blacksmith. When they came forward, the King thought that the Blacksmith looked a little... well, looked like a younger man than what he expected. So you are the one that I paid for the Armor. The King stated, in a low voice. The door at the far left of the hall was opened, and out came a man wearing the full suit of armor that she made. The low light from the torches in the hall made the armor sparkle with the gold, and the interwoven chains of the Chain Mail hid most of the body. All that was seen was a face somewhat shrouded in shadows. He walked forward, looking over the Blacksmith. Alexander knew that this person was a woman from his close glance, could see it in the face even though the body looked that of a man's. The helmet came off, and he shook out his hair. His face was sharp, somewhat thin behind the smooth lines of youth along his cheeks and forehead. Blue eyes peered into hers as his face was slightly framed with medium length brown hair. He held the helmet under his arm, turning to the King. This is some of the best armor I have worn, father. I'm sure you have a suitable reward for the Blacksmith. Indeed I do. The King slowly stood, taking a few steps forward. You have the hands of a craftsman, and for such artwork, along with the use of the equipment, I offer you a place to work as the Castle Blacksmith. You will be paid, of course.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

She'd been about to tell the King that, yes, it was her that had created the armor and that he was a fool who couldn't see quality if it'd bit him on the nose if he didn't see it in her armor. Thankfully, she was spared the beheading that would have followed that sentence as the prince in armor approached. After all, even if it had not been fit for the prince, no one but him would have been allowed to wear it. Her critical eye watched him approach, looking for any flaw in her work that could have meant her summons. But she saw no flaw. It perturbed her that she'd been called away from her duty when the prince lifted the helmet off and looked at her. His blue eyes were met with hers a crystal blue that was rarely seen outside of the Russian Silver fox. And then his pronouncement. She tore her gaze away from the prince long enough to look at the king. It was a great honor to be asked to work in the palace. It was a dream that she would have never dreamed. But... She knelt on her knee, like a man, her voice as low as she could make it. I am sorry, your majesty. You do me great honor, but my place is in my village. My uncle has passed away, if I am not there, the town will not have a blacksmith to mend their horses shoes, to create plows for their fields. I love creating beautiful works that you and others love, but I love my kingdom...she looked up at him then, boldly, And my king enough that I know I need to do my duty for my king and kingdom. Devon was a practical sort, and knew that the village she'd come to call home would not survive until another blacksmith came unless it was so assigned by the king himself. Blacksmiths did not grow on trees after all.
Thread: The Smith (me and Temara)

The king did not hear the tone of the voice, he just heard the words that came towards him. And what he heard was somewhat disturbing for him to hear. But it wasn't completely unexpected, and definitely able to fix. While normally I would allow such a request, I cannot take no for a answer this time. War is on the horizon for us, and we need quality weapons and armors for the knights and rank-and-files. I will find a replacement for you in the village. Alexander looked between the two of them, and soon bowed to the Blacksmith. If you do not mind, I can show you where you will be working inside the castle, and where your rooms will be. It will be a lucrative working in here, and you can still make things for the townsfolk. But the greatest boon you can do for the villages is make sure that they are not taken by another warlord. The sound of a wolf outside could be heard, signing the end of the day and start of the night. And I would recommend you staying here either way, at least for the night. It can be dangerous out at night. I am sure you are aware of that, though.