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Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Ahh, I know what you're talking about. She knew enough about males that he was thinking something he shouldn't and it caused her to lightly curve her lips in a tiny grin. They were all the same, humans. They didn't care a damn about other creatures, just wanted what they could have. Sure, not all humans were like that, and some were just too dumb to live with all their crack-pot ideas about the environment and how to 'save the animals.' They needed to save themselves, the animals were just fine. She watched him move, eyes following him as she kept the growl in her throat at bay for the time being. She needed the right opportunity to scare him and hopefully stick himself. She made sure to keep him in her sights. She was a predator and he, was prey, even with her in the cage. He moved behind her, she could feel him, smell him. He wasn't even trying to hide himself, it seemed. Not that it mattered, his scent was in her nose and she had him registered. She wouldn't forget his scent. Period. When he got close enough, she let out a fierce low growl, deep and fierce, much like that of a tiger's. It told him to back off before she bit his arm off. She then turned about, making sure he couldn't stick the needle in her arm or back as she crawled back and out of his reach. She wasn't stupid, which he well knew, so he shouldn't have even tried. Unless he sedated her, she wasn't giving him a drop of blood. She tried to shift, feeling her fingers and toes start tingling before the rest of her did, but then, it faded away again, just beyond her reach. She growled again but this time in frustration as she slammed a hand against the wall of her cage, denting the bars a tiny bit, but that was all. She had put practically all her strength into it and she knew she wouldn't be able to budge the bars any further. Her growling got lower and quieter as she glared at the male and then hissed. But that wasn't all she did. What have you done to me?! She said low and in a menacing tone. She only said it loud enough for him to hear, her voice hoarse from lack of use. Growling and purring and such of that nature didn't necessarily use all of the vocal cords like speech, and it had been quite some time since she had had to use her human body to begin with. She glared at him, eyes seeming to spark with her fury. He had a lot to answer for.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

The scuff of a shoe behind her was all the warning she got. She'd been so focused on the younger male, the older one had stepped up to arm's reach and just tapped her with the business end of a shock prod right against her naked back. The electricity jolted through her, painfully, making her muscles jerk uncontrollably and whiting out her vision. The prod had been turned up to maximum, a jolt that ought to have knocked her entirely unconscious if she had been a human. As it was, she was paralyzed, merely jerking spasmodically as the energy still worked its way through her system. There, Doctor Felidae sneered. Next time, do it yourself. Now, get me that sample! He turned and stalked away. Jackson knelt by her side on the other side of the bars. I'm sorry, he murmured. He jabbed her expertly with the needle, and the sample vial filled quickly. He pulled the needle, put a cotton pad over the injury to apply direct pressure, and fished a band-aid out of his pocket to fix the swab down. You can take that off whenever you want. He got up and carried the sample back to the doctor, leaving Serai to recover on her own. After several hours of work, where phrases like revolutionize the world of medicine and cures for every disease known to man were bandied about freely by the doctor Jackson stayed mostly quiet, they left together. There was some quiet time, an hour or two. Then the door opened again, and Jackson returned with a little cart. Um, hello, he said quietly. It's, ah, it's what they call 'maintenance' time. First thing, I've got some water here... he took a large bowl and a pitcher down from the cart and placed them in front of the door, where there was a little slot just above floor level, basically a gap in the lower frame, that the bowl would just fit under. The bowl is... well, expected of normal subjects, but considering... He reached in his pocket and fished out a rigid plastic tumbler glass, placing it down beside the bowl. I'll happily fill whichever one you feel most comfortable with. As for food, he continued, going back to the cart, the standard procedure is another bowl and some of this... I dunno... looks like dry dog food. I'm sure it'll work, but I thought... He reached into his other pocket, and took out two items wrapped in wax paper. I filched these hamburger patties from the kitchen upstairs one of them is cooked, both of them are cold. Best I could do on short notice. Do you have a preference?
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

She screamed, one of those wretched sounds that cats made when they were suddenly injured, it was high pitched and filled with pain as her body was electrocuted. She felt her body suddenly spasm, her vision going completely white as the energy moved through her body, leaving her nothing more than a tired, abused mass on the floor of her cage. She couldn't feel her arms or legs, just saw the random jerking of her limbs as the energy continued to pass through her randomly. Her breathing was harsh and labored, like she had been running until she couldn't even bother to keep going. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the wretched old man, but she couldn't even hiss at him, her body numb and yet aching. She felt the stab of the needle, and yet she didn't. It was like she was separated from her body but somehow still attached. One of the weirdest feelings in the world. Serai felt the press of the bandage but she didn't move, feeling like if she did, her body would spasm out again. And then, just like that, he left her. She listened to them shuffle around, their gasps of shock and delight. The words of the elder man, the silence of his assistant. All of it blended together after an hour or two, in which her eyelids grew heavy and she passed out in regular sleep. The pair left after awhle and she soon awoke, just laying on her side with her legs draw up to her chest, arms cradling her head. The smell of metal bothered her nose. She wanted to be home, in the grass, sniffing through damp leaves and foliage. But more than that, she just wanted to run. She heard the squeak of wheels and the voice of the younger male. She watched him in silence, her eyes screaming that he had lied. She smelled the water and watched him put the bowl in front of her cage, though it was empty. Like a bloody house cat. She saw the glass and didn't bother to move, her head just barely lifted as she watched him. The food, dog food, as he called it, smelled awful and it wasn't like she would have eaten it any ways. She'd rather starve. However, her nose went to sniffing as she smelled the meat, even if it was cold. The meat scent made her mouth water but she stubbornly turned her head away and put it back on her arms.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

He sighed. All right, I can't blame you. He set both of the patties down by the cage, then took the pitcher and poured a glass full, and also put some in the bowl. I don't expect you to drink from the bowl, but you might... if you wanna wash your hands or whatever... He sighed and set the pitcher down, moving back to lean against the cart. The bag of kibble was in his way, so he just picked it up and held it in his lap while he looked at her. See, we call your kind 'lycanthropes', basically half animal, half human. Nothing you don't already know, I'm sure. But Dr. Felidae is convinced you really fall on the animal side, whereas I'm pretty sure you are closer to human. Not that you'd actually want to BE human, of course. He sighed again. If I hadn't been human, I wouldn't have fallen so low that I'd need someone like Dr. F to give me a hand up. But now I'm obligated to him. His eyes flickered up to the woman-creature in the cage. Small comfort to you, I'm sure. You'd just rather I let you go. Or you'd rather tear my throat out. And I don't blame you in your position, I'm sure I'd be feeling the same way. He looked away, troubled by her position of hopelessness, not realizing that he was kind of mirroring it. For lack of anything better, he began to read the ingredient list of the tiger kibble as he let the silence stretch...
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Beasts are incapable of conscious, rational thought and human speech. She said softly, loud enough for him to hear. Her stomach growled lightly, her metabolism very fast because she shifted so often, and the constant stay in one form or another called for massive amounts of energy. With her being hungry and whatever drug was in her system, she would never be able to shift. She glanced up, eying the cold burgers and the water and deciding she needed to keep herself fed so she would keep her strength up. She moved, shifting her position so she crawled towards her food. She reached out and grabbed the two patties and the glass of water. She sniffed the patties, smelling for anything funny about them and then the water. Nothing seemed out of the usual and so she ate the patties carefully, even if she just wanted to devour them. They were rather gross cold, but it was better than that nasty smelling dog food. She drank down the water until it was empty, licking her lips and hands, her tongue long, but smooth in texture. She used the bowl to clean her hands and face, even if it was cold. She shook her hands out and wiped off her face. You humans are more animal than I will ever be. She looked at him, face completely devoid of emotion besides the heat of anger that resided there. She went to laying down, the cage floor uncomfortable without her fur, but at least she could focus on something. She needed to get out of here. She moved her eyes around the room, trying to figure out where she could escape from. There weren't any windows, just the one door. She needed to figure out a way to get out of the cage and through the door. If she had a tail in this form too, it would have been thumping against the floor angrily. She could feel the energy seeping back into her system, but it was meager energy. She needed more food than that, but she wasn't going to eat that nasty stuff unless she absolutely had to. The situation seemed hopeless, but Mr. Cry-Me-A-River over there seemed susceptible to guilt and all those other emotions humans decided to label. She glanced up at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder to rest against the cage floor. But she said nothing.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Jackson unrolled the top of the tiger kibble, and took out a handful. It did indeed look like dog food. But according to the ingredient list, it was better for you than McDonald's. He experimentally popped one of the nuggets into his mouth, and crunched it down before he tried to answer. I happen to agree, actually. I don't have a high opinion of my own species. Generally, myself included, but that's only because I'm a realist. He popped another nugget. They weren't bad, he thought. To be honest, I didn't think you were real. And even if you were, I didn't think your genetics would be so... revolutionary. He cocks his head at her. It worries me, actually. He suddenly jerked up. Oh, right! He scrambled to his feet, the tiger-chow spilling on the floor, and he ran for the door. He screeched to a stop, reversed, ran back to the cage and made sure the pitcher of water was easily within reach, then turned and ran for the door again. He actually got it open before he came back for the cart and left rolling it out at high speed. It took twenty minutes before he came rolling back, the rich smell of warm meat wafting from the cart. We had some steaks in the fridge. I hit them up in the microwave for a few minutes to warm them up won't be completely body temperature, but they'll be close. The Doc will scream at me, but if he wants a healthy specimen, he's going to have to cope. Jackson paused, looking at her. That's assuming you're still hungry.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

She shrugged lightly. It wasn't her fault she was around. It was a genetic mutation that branched off from the the rest of humanity. Evolution at its best. The only difference between the humans and the shifters was that shifters didn't bother human beings except with their genetics. She, on the other hand, could have cared less if humans were even around. She'd been born this way, just like a human was born a human. There was no need to test the shifters. If they were nicer about it, shifters would probably aid in the research, but no, they had to selfish pricks and kidnap people. She was getting angry again, and so she toned it down, frustration gnawing at her insides like hunger. She drove her fingers through her long hair and felt them get snagged on a few knots. She carefully undid the knots and then began to braid the bottom of hair. She stopped, however, when he yelled out and scrambled to his feet, spilling the kibble and then making a whole lot of noise. She watched him run to the door until he suddenly backpedaled and moved the pitcher closer. Then he ran and went out the door, then came back, then left again. She blinked in confusion before she grabbed the pitcher and filled her glass again. She drank the water slowly, enjoying the cool taste. He was gone for awhile, but she knew when he was coming back when his scent and then the warm smell of meat wafted in. She felt her mouth water as he came back, though she schooled her features. She eyed him like a hawk until he paused and questions whether she was hungry or not. She moved towards him for once and looked up at him. Yes...I'm still hungry.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

He lifted down a platter from the cart, which was heaped with 3 thick steaks, still bloody, not hot but warmed up. He put it on the ground and slid it over to her, edging under the cage door. Here you go. Eat up. He saw the water pitcher was low, and poured the rest of it into her tumbler before leaving once again to re-fill it, leaving her to eat in peace for a few minutes. He returned and put the pitcher back in its place near her. He then picked up the bag of tiger-chow and began slowly snacking on it as he sat back on the floor. He waited until she was done eating, and then asked quietly. There are those who think lycanthropy is a disease, but...I saw the bloodwork. No elevated T-cells, no evidence of RNA recoding... well, to put it simply, no evidence that you've been majorly infected. You weren't made this way you've been like this since you were born, haven't you? Have... you lived in the human world? You learned English, which isn't so uncommon here in India, but did you spend any time being with the people? Or just enough to know you didn't want any of it?
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

She waited until he left before she tore into the steaks, the tenderness of the meat and the juices hitting her tongue wonderfully. She had devoured one of the steaks by the time he came back with the water pitcher. She was half way down with the water in her glass when he reappeared. She thought it was ironic how even though she was in the cage, she was eating steaks while he ate kitty kibble. She ate the rest of her meal more slowly and less animalistic. But she polished off the other two steaks easily enough. She was on her third glass of water when he started with the questions. She nodded at his question of being born this way. But the next few questions weren't simple 'yes' or 'no' and so she spoke, even if she found it rather unnecessary. I was born in Ireland, believe it or not. And from your blood work, you'll be able to tell that I had a human parent, my mother. she came to India, like you, to do research and encountered my very human looking father. They fell in love, she grew pregnant and he told her what he was. She actually accepted it. She sighed a moment as she leaned back, tucking her legs underneath her body. It had been so long since she had spoken about her past, her human memories and experiences. It was a little daunting and much of it was fuzzy. She looked up at the ceiling before she looked back at him. My mother's parents were living in Ireland on retirement and she went over there to tell them the news. I was born premature, for humans, but normal and human-looking. At least they thought so. My father had stayed here, he wasn't born in India either, but he had family here. He died because of hunters. My mother didn't find out what had happened to him for several months. She didn't know what to do with me. She loved me, but it was too much for her to handle. She found others like me, who lived in Canada and that's where I learned my English. I wasn't fully accepted by them, they were mostly lynx and bobcat types. But at least I had some place to go home to after school. I don't hate humans, not even my mother for giving me up, but you people are so destructive it's disgusting. I've been living in India for roughly...twenty years? Could be longer, could be shorter, I do not know.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

He listened quietly. A whole subculture of shapeshifters, living right alongside humans! Clearly, they weren't enemies of the species they were close enough, genetically, that they could interbreed. They -were- humans, then, albeit with special abilities based on special genetics. And he and Dr. F had hunted this one down like nothing more than an animal. He listened carefully while part of his mind raced with the ramifications and possibilities, and what it meant to his own life and actions. And he tried to figure out what he needed to do. After a bit of silence when she finished, he nodded. You probably already heard, I'm Jackson. That's actually both my names. Jackson Jackson. My father thought it was funny, and my mother was indulgent, apparently. He paused. I'd be honored if you'd tell me what I should call you.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

What an odd father you had. She said with a soft shrug. She put down her glass as she twined her fingers in her hair and started making mini braids in it. She wasn't sure how much information she should give him. But he had been forthcoming with his name, despite her having heard it. Her speech apparently had set the gears turning in his head, because she had noticed that when he started to think about something, Jackson's eyes would shift back and forth a few times until he hit upon something. Rather cute, she thought with another shrug. She sighed lightly as she leaned her head back slightly, she couldn't see through the ceiling of the cage or the sky above. She wasn't sure if it was night or day, but seemed like it was probably early morning, maybe afternoon. She couldn't be sure and it was rather annoying. You may call me Serai if you tell me what time it is. She looked at him with a smirking expression before she looked away.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Jackson kind of half-smiled at the mention of his father, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was an odd one at that, he murmured. Then he shook his head, and glanced at his watch. It is currently... 737 PM, Mumbai time. He glanced at the closed door. Dr. F has at least 2 more hours of analysis and fevered ranting at the computer screen before he starts bellowing about his food. Jackson chuckled to himself. I'm not going to be able to replace those steaks around here, that's for sure, but with luck, he'll forget that we even brought them along. He glanced back at her. I'll see what more I can pick up for you tomorrow, Serai. He smiled slightly. That's a beautiful name. He lost himself in thought for a half-second, then shook himself out of it. Is there anything in particular you would like? The least I can do is get you something you'll enjoy. He punctuated his offer by munching on another nugget of tiger-chow. He wanted to do what he could for her, within the limited range he was allowed. He was still too desperate to reclaim his old life, and so Doctor Felidae had a firm grip on him. But that didn't mean he couldn't act according to his conscience in other ways.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

She blinked, her timing was off by a good amount of time. She continued to braid her hair and snorted lightly at the mention of the Doctor. It was easy to see that she hated him and wished all kinds of awful on him. She listened to him chuckle and she grinned at the mention of the lost steaks. She was glad. If she could thwart the cretin, even if only a little bit, it was worth it. She sighed as she closed her eyes. She tried to call on her shifting, felt the same familiar tingle and she swore it was starting to work but then it was like she rammed against a brick wall and she hissed at the feeling faded and she cursed under her breath. Serai looked back at Jackson when he said he her name and she blushed in the slightest before she looked away with a shrug when he said it was beautiful. Her ears twitched at the mention of getting her something she liked and she looked back at him with a thoughtful expression. Water and meat is fine...and maybe some bread and butter? She tilted her head a little, her hair falling over her shoulders to cover her breasts. She looked rather curious as to why and how he would help her, but she didn't utter a word. She sniffed at the tiger kibble that he seemed the enjoy munching on and she wrinkled her nose. It didn't smell too terrible, but she wouldn't eat it. She supposed that since he was human and couldn't smell as well as her that the food was more appealing. She shrugged. She didn't understand human nature all that well, even with being half-human.
Thread: Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Jackson shrugged. I can get you that right now. Western-style, or naan, or an onion kulcha from the bakery down the way. Whatever you want. He mentally reviewed the shopping budget, figuring out what he could afford to work in. He was not only the lab tech and the junior researcher, he was also the cook and housekeeper. It was not an easy position, working for Dr. F, but he had his reasons. He glanced at Serai again. The more he got to know her, the more it broke his heart to see her in the cage. And... seeing her naked in the cage did other things, which prompted him to get up, holding the bag of kibble in front of him. Look, let me look in the kitchen some more. It's the least I can do... He grinned at her as he moved to the doorway. The service isn't great, but the food is excellent, says the guidebook...
Thread: Comp Problems

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Thread: ROFL - Second life.

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Thread: ROFL - Second life.

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Thread: ROFL - Second life.

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Thread: Outbox is not outing my mail

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Thread: Outbox is not outing my mail

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