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RE Roleplay with my bf and I - for Duke The scientists were all but clueless how to deal with the cat creature, but they did their best. Fashioning some armor out of titanium stopped her from killing them it seemed, as her acid didn't seem to go through it. Her acid didn't seem to have any sort of special properties to it other than the destructive ones. The only way they found to neutralize her acid was to put it into a titanium cup - since the acid could be contained within it. Mixed with mercury, the toxin turned safe to touch. This was by mere coincidence they discovered this so quickly. They were testing reactions to the venom and decided to test mercury. It was time to test this on her now. Sarence was held up with a full titanium body-cast. There was a ring that went all the way around her midsection then a rod that went up her chest to her neck, wrapping another bit of the metal around her neck. This was redone to force her neck up even more. They wanted to control her every movement so they cast her mouth and created a muzzle, but they didn't think she would end up breaking it. They created one a normal tiger couldnt' break through but didn't anticipate her doing what she did. Sarence licked at the leather through her lips and started melting the leather strap, soon it fell from her and she opened her mouth, curling her tongue. It didn't take long for her to build up pressure in her tongue and send one of the men in the room screaming - collapsing to the floor. She had spit acid directly into his eyes using the pocket under her forked tongue. Her eyes glared straight into one of the scientists eyes, clearly hating the man. The scientists ignored her and decided to figure out what her gender was, like the boss ordered. Up till now they didn't know the damage her tail could do, so it was left free. A mistake they would soon find out. One of the scientists walked up behind her, her tail instantly shot up and wrapped itself around the mans neck, snapping his neck with a single stroke. Good thing it wasn't anyone important, just a random maintenance worker that was working on the cage they were making for her. Finding this out they attached a rod to her tail and stopped it form moving by wrapping the rod around it with tape. Sarence dared them to come near her, glaring behind her. Zach couldn't stop his hands from shaking. It wasn't from the prospect of being in close proximity to an extra terrestrial creature, nor the sheer danger she embodied, though they were considerably smaller the five males had taken their share of limbs and lives as well. No, what had his stomach full of butterflies and the sweat soaking through his shirt was the fact that Dr. Fairchild was supervising this creature personally. We don't have all day, Dr. Mitchell, the intercom boomed with his voice, and Zach straightened instantly, finally stepping from the airlock into the holding cell. He wasn't wearing any protection, the titanium armour being in short supply and the work being too delicate for chainmail gloves, and seeing most of the others almost completely kitted out in the metallic suits did little to reassure him. He could see the sweat starting to form on the inside of his breathing mask when the intercom boomed again. We still need a viable sample of her DNA, this time not flooded with mercury. With pleasure, one of the other scientists answered, picking up a relatively unassuming object. It had a simple two part handle with a very long and wide titanium needle, used for extracting bone marrow. His twisted grin alone had Zach stepping in, quickly snatching the needle and pushing him aside. I'll do it, he grumbled. None of the others argued, in fact they all stopped what they were doing and took a few paces away from the beast, as had become the tradition when a fresh pair of hands approached her. He stretched a tentative hand out over her lower back as he approached her hip, carefully watching her bound tail as he made a quiet hushing sound. Easy girl... Easy girl... Even Dr. Fairchild was now watching him with interest. I know you're in pain, he said softly, risking a glance at the frame bolted into her midsection, but this is going to hurt a lot more. He didn't want to touch her, but he forced his hand against her fur in a quick pat before taking it away to line up the needle. I'm sorry, he said as he pressed it into her. When he finally felt it hit the bone he pushed harder, adding a twisting motion as he pressed it deeper. With the utmost care, far more than any of the others had shown her, he slowly removed the stylet as soon as he had reached the marrow cavity, blindly handing it to an unseen assistant who replaced it with a frighteningly large syringe. He did his best not to move the needle as he attached it and wasted no time in collecting a sample. Easy girl, almost done, he reassured her as he began twisting again. Sarence wasn't stupid, as soon as they decided they needed more samples from her she started attempting to free herself once again from the contraption, watching them all and watching them pick up some sharp object. Her eyes narrowed on the object and the man that carried it. She may not have understood english, but the tone the man used sent shivers up her spine and made her hair stand on end. Soon though, a younger male, younger than everyone else here came in. Unlike the others, he was wearing little to no protective clothing, nor did he seem to want to be here. She picked up a strange sense of guilt from the boy and her eyes locked on his for a moment before he disappeared from her view and started to speak. His tone was soft, delicate, daresay compassionate. She felt his hand on her hip, sliding across her fur. This feeling was actually calming when compared to everything else she had been through. She was already scared of the things in the room, but this guy seemed to understand how she was feeling. He was odd for a human. She had only come in contact so far with men and they had all been mean, so she had figured the society was proprietorially men, and that they were mean, but now that she met this man, it was difficult to say whether or not she was right. She mewled, a mix between a strangled purr and a growl, as the boy grabbed the needle and pushed to to her flesh, pushing into a bone. Her eyes snapped shut at the new-found pain. She couldn't describe how badly it hurt, but it made her want to scream. As he turn it, she did just that, screaming into the muzzle and snapping her eyes shut even tighter, a small tear forming and exiting each of her eyes, falling to the table. The larger needle made her claw into the restraints on her paws, the claws shooting into the titanium and a sickening crunch could be heard as she snapped her nails from within the barricades around her sensitive paws.