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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:40 pm
 This pill is more than hard to swallow.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:42 pm
The waves stretched out onto the sands of the beach that the young cowboy strode down, occasionally grasping at his footprints and pulling them under. Buffel walked along at an even pace, contract in hand. He had his usual level of apprehension that comes with taking a contract in Civisect, but it calmed him to know this particular one was more secluded out on the beachfront. The view out here was decent, and the glitter of the moonlight was a sight that would make him stop if he weren’t in his work mindset. Presently, he’d be at the front of the hive he was sent to in a moment, so he took in what he could. The place looked cold and sterile, hardly something you’d expect to see on such a pleasant landscape. Getting closer, the whole place seemed as if it were made of metal. He knocked politely on the door. ”Pardon me! The name’s Buffel Obille, you sent in a contract of unspecified work, I’m here as instructed to oversee the specifications an’ such of this here binding contract before we, uh, bind it. So to speak.”No immediate answer. He looked out back towards his trail in the sand. More than a few parts of it had been taken in by the waves, and looking out this far he noticed a thick fog setting in around the coastline. As he began to set into a brown study, the door opened, and he turned to face it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 12:18 am
Who was knocking? She quickly removed the beaker from above a burning flame to pause her work. If it was Lorata, she didn't want to leave an experiment running in case it exploded or failed. Tugging her safety goggles to her forehead, Flydra made her way to the door and opened it slowly, peering out at who her visitor could be.
She hadn't expected that trick contract to work but here was Buffel Obille at her front step now. Eleven o'clock, on the dot. Lips curved into a slight smile.
"You're very punctual. I like that." The tealblood remarked, taking the boy's wrist and yanking him inside. The heavy door swung shut with a loud ominous thud. Inside the hive was a simple parlor that looked like it'd been modeled off of a furniture catalog. It looked eerily untouched like she was simply trying to appear inviting without actually using the space. Instead, she steered them through a metallic door into a cold white room with several tables, glass tubes, gently humming machines and a large odd black cabinet in the corner with a fog coming out of it.
"Your job today," She released his arm to rummage through a drawer, pulling out a pair of bulky headphones connected to a box with dials and buttons, "Is to help me with my experiment. Do you consider your hearing to be normal? What about your diet?" Why did she need this information? How did it pertain to what she was going to do to him? What was she going to do to him? Flydra did not say.
She looked at him expectantly, clearly believing he would play along without complaint. How wonderful, to find a troll so convenient to trick through his unwavering faith in anonymous contracts.tenaciousgadabout Good luck, Buff! It only gets weirder from here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 5:30 pm
The door swung open, and as the boy's eyes adjusted to the harsh, cold light, a familiar face appeared. ”What the?! Flyd-?!!”The tealblood yanked him into her hive violently, taking in the sights, he couldn't help but feel put off. Did she actually live here? It certainly seemed like she wanted to convince people that she did, but despite a surprisingly calculated “mess,” nothing seemed to have been touched in a very long time. But before jumpin’ down that rabbit hole, he had a few more pressing questions. ”Sakes alive, what's with the fake contract, huh!? Didn't think I'd show again? What do you even want me here for, you already took my blood sample, didn'tcha?”She led him further inside, into an icy white room. This was a level a cleanliness that the dirt kicker wasn't used to and it left him with an uneasy feeling. Before he could question the fog, she vegan asking him some seemingly routine medical questions. ”My hearin’ is okay I s’pose, good as it can be shootin’ my six-iron for a livin’. I eat whatever grub is on hand presently. This ain't gonna be one o’ those 'lets trick Buffel into doin’ what we want to torment him’ is it? 'Cause if so I'll just axe the contract right now. I think what yer doin’ might one day help a lot o’ people, so I ain't backin’ out yet, but don't get me wrong. Fool me once...”
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 1:22 am
He blabbered on, obviously uncomfortable with the arrangement, and she watched through half-lidded relaxed eyes. When he mentioned her work, she shifted her head towards one of her shoulders in a quizzical coy gesture.
"So you've looked into me then? I don't believe I told you what my work is." He must've run into another Siren perhaps or maybe even better, she was starting to get a reputation. That would be excellent news that would impress Lorata hopefully. Flydra wanted to be a beacon of intelligence and medical research to others. That would increase her worth to highbloods and in turn, fund a more extravagant laboratory. Impressing a talkative yellowblood was good practice for the future, she supposed.
"I found something in your blood. Something useful." She pulled a binder of neatly arranged papers from a drawer and began to thumb through them. There was an incredible amount of paper in there documenting the results of all the blood samples she'd drawn and tested. Finally reaching his results, she pulled them out and spread them across a counter top.
"I believe that blood transfusions are most successful and beneficial between members of the same color caste. Despite that, there are other factors that improve or worsen the transfusion though." His eyes would glaze over if she delved into the technical and scientific reasons behind all of this despite how interesting it really ways so she cut to the chase.
"Your blood is the purest yellow I've come across so far, making you the perfect donor for essentially anyone in the yellow caste. And I need that blood for my research." With all of the work she was doing to Scorpa and all of the stress it would put on the other Siren's body, they needed a blood donor they could call upon. Not to mention, it could help her research to compare the untampered yellow blood of Buffel with the chemically enhanced blood of Scorpa.
"Refusing to help me would be like turning your back on all of the yellowbloods in Alternia. The choice is up to you." She said coolly, looking at her binder before shutting it.
It was much easier to guilt trip him to come here through the pursuit of science than to simply admit she'd wanted to see him again.tenaciousgadabout I am 100% bullshitting the blood science btw as the mods have said to leave it kinda vague so don't take Flydra's words as the complete hard truth as we just don't know. ; W;
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 2:30 pm
”Well once I knew who ya were, I kinda wanted to know where my blood was goin'.”He was more than a little concerned about it, to be direct. He certainly didn't wanna get bilked into some hogwash that leaves his blood at the scene of somethin' not altogether legal. At the mention of his blood, the boy perked up. ”In my blood? What is it?”The boy had always tried to push the hemospectrum out of his mind. It was archaic and certainly weren't no way to decide a person's standin' in society. Everyone deserved a fair shake, according to him. But growing up in Alternian society meant he never really got the stigma of viewing himself as lesser out of his head. He'd been complimented before, but nobody would ever care to point out his blood specifically in anything resembling a positive quality, much less that it actually proved useful. The way she explained it, it sounded like his blood could be used to help yellowbloods, any of them, if he were to stick around. "Refusing to help me would be like turning your back on all of the yellowbloods in Alternia. The choice is up to you."He pondered his choice carefully. Flydra was an odd stick to be sure, and from start to finish she'd proven ya couldn't trust 'er as far you could throw 'er. But from all he'd looked up on 'er, the medical practices she conducted were on the up 'n' up. He couldn't deny that she did objective good for their race, and unlike Austri she seemed to have the will to help trolls of a lower caste. If she didn't have influence of Scorpa and people like 'er, Flydra might actually be swell underneath it all...maybe. He'd give her a shot, but he was still on guard. Fool me once, after all. ”Yeah, okay. What's all that ya need me to do?”Yamashii Let's get medical, medical!
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 12:00 am
How the lowbloods longed to be useful. It was written all over their faces. She pitied them, almost. Buffel looked somewhat hopeful that he might be able to make a difference in Alternia. Perhaps there as a little ambition deep in there after all. It was hard to tell.
The fact that he questioned the wishes of a troll much higher than him, however, was an annoyance. Some people were just too modern, ignoring the traditions and scientific infrastructure that was the hemospectrum. Natural selection would cull out such fools.
"First I need to complete a basic physical exam to make sure you're healthy. It won't be very in depth but..." She trailed off as she stripped off her gloves and replaced them with a fresh unused pair. Clipping a patient's chart onto a clipboard, she was prepared to begin. There were several readings that would be useful to get but she mostly just needed to listen to his lungs and heart and measure his height and weight.
"This will feel cold." She produced a stethoscope and tucked it into her ears. Lifting his poncho aside, she listened for his breathing, next his heartbeat. Wordlessly, she repeated the gesture to ensure the readings were similar before scribbling them down on her clipboard. If he tried to look, he would find her handwriting to be atrocious.
"Well, you appear to be mostly normal. Except for your eyes." She motioned to the bags under his. "Do you not sleep?" Her tone was somewhat judgmental as if she thought he were a moron for letting his appearance get so disheveled.
Lowbloods were so lazy with their health, honestly. The fact that they didn't always get the luxury of healthcare, shelter and time to rest didn't seem to register as reasons to her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 1:25 pm
Buffel stood upright listening to her describe her procedure. Eyes forward, as attentive as he could be, he tried to cut a figure here. This seemed a might more high-falutin’ of a setting than he was used to and he was determined to handle it with complete seriousness. He understood the gist of what she was gettin’ at. His blood was a pure yellow and after a short exam, she’d be taking some more for study. It seemed altogether routine, just making sure his health was ace-high before she went on givin’ his blood out to folk. Flydra pulled a stethoscope out and warned him of the cold. Even still the boy almost jumped out his skin as the tealblood reached under his poncho and through the buttons of his shirt, placing the ice cold instrument on his chest. He was more prepared the second time, but even still he blushed on both occasions. While she worked silently he stood, keeping his thoughts to himself. Okay, don’t jump the second time...gosh this feels weird...it’s so quiet in here...
she looks nice with her hair like that… okay, quit starin’ before she sees ya...
geeze, is that really her writing? You’d think someone so uptight would have better than that cluckbeast-scratch.As she finished her note-taking, she inquired about his sleeping patterns. Truth be told, there was little pattern to it. As she motioned to his eyes, he reached up, feeling the bags under them. Sakes alive, did he really let it get this bad? ”Ain’t much time to do so. Us lowbloods aren’t exactly givin’ the opportunities for medical fixin’s that y’all get. I gotta put together what scratch I can with contract money if I want to get fixed up by a pill like you, and doin’ contracts all the time means catchin’ a wink doesn’t often make the high priorities list.”Buffel allowed himself a heavy blink, one that lasted several seconds. It was his compensation for feeling tired so often, and it might’ve been a placebo effect but in his mind it did make him feel better. ”I get by though. You want me to just take my sarape off?” He motioned to the cloth. It was cold in her lab, but he didn’t want it to get in the way of the exam. This was important work they were doing, he hoped.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 8:35 pm
Watching him flinch slightly at the cold contact of the stethoscope was amusing. Flydra enjoyed making others squirm as it allowed her to study their instincts and reactions. Buffel's personality appeared to be fairly honest and forthcoming which was useful. He didn't seem like much of a liar and she looked for such traits in her test subjects. The yellowblood rambled on excuses for his poor health and she shook her head.
"Should you require medical assistance, come to this laboratory. I will aid you in exchange for your blood as payment." She said coolly, not wanting him to realize how much power his blood gave him over this arrangement. She would need lots of it in case anything should go wrong with Scorpa. Stockpiling Scorpa's own blood was an option as well of course but she was full of chemicals and steroids by now in comparison to how pure and clean Buffel's was.
"Now then. Onto the experiment." Flydra pulled a thick black blindfold from a drawer and placed it next to the headphones she'd pulled out earlier. "You will be deprived of sight and sound for ten minutes. I want you to tell me what you experience. Should you need to end the experiment, press the panic button." The girl handed Buffel a large red 'PANIC' button that would flash lights and sound an alarm when pressed.
"No objections, I'm sure?" Without giving the poor guy a chance to raise questions or protest, the cloth drew around his eyes and the headphones covered his ears. All sight and sound stopped for the yellowblood and she watched with amused satisfaction to see his reaction. Would he find the experience calming and meditative? Or unnerving and frightening? Seeing how he reacted to different kinds of stresses would help her decide what further experimentation to do to the boy as well as entertain her while some of her other machines hummed along, still completing their own testing.
About five minutes in, the headphones would begin to quietly whisper inaudible words to him. She wondered what he would think they said? Flydra sat on a stool with her clipboard, eager to document his torment.tenaciousgadabout Best wishes, Buff. The whispers can be anything you want them to be or just plain whispers that are hard to understand.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 12:01 am
Buffel had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. Free medical services were not exactly something he’d ever thought he’d come by. It certainly took a big chunk of money out of his payment normally. He’d have quite a pretty penny to save, maybe he can save up for some nice 12th Peregee’s Eve gifts! Hmm...my blood must be awful good if she’s extendin’ this offer to me. I’ll keep that in mind with her. But I’m also glad I’ll be able to help people with my blood!As Flydra described the experiment, Buffel got to thinkin’. He had heard of these things before, but never done one until now. He was a bit balled up thinkin’ of how it might affect him. He was normally the solitary type, and the desert wasn’t exactly noisy. The tealblood handed him a big red button with a label on it that read ‘PANIC’ and asked him if he had any protests. ”I-”This was all he managed to get out before he was plunged into darkness, and then silence. He felt her hands brush past his face, and before he knew it he didn’t recognize any sense of touch either. He sat still for a long while, trying to make sure that he wasn’t fidgeting. It was boring at first. Just blank silence, nothing. Then he heard it. A voice. Quiet. Very quiet. But definitely there. It spoke in an almost child-like voice. ”Stupid...Stupid...You’re so stupid.”Oh, I get it. It must be like a hallucination thing. Well this ain’t so bad.”She knows. She KNOWS. She knows. Don’t look at her, don’t look. Stop staring at her, she’s going to notice. You disgust her.”I reckon it’s supposed to mess with my thoughts or somethin’. Doesn’t even sound like me though, don’t know how it’s supposed to work at all.Nothing. You ARE nothing. You’re nothing to YOU. You’re nothing to THEM. You’re nothing to HER.This isn’t even that bad. I can’t-Wait. She thinks you’re just a stupid lowblood. YOU’LL NEVER GET PAST IT. NEVER. YOU’LL NEVER-No, these are my thoughts. This voice, right here.This is my voice.Sakes alive, this is gonna be harder than I thought.Yamashii Sorry if this gets a little dark! It's gonna lead to important Buffel plot fer sure though.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 2:00 am
Slowly his body fidgeted before falling still and finally he was seemingly frozen. This was notated on her sheet before she set it aside to wander to a counter. Ten minutes would not be a long time to her but it would feel much longer to the poor yellowblood trapped in his own mind. Slowly, she would work up the length of time of such experiments.
Flydra had heard of water tanks to amplify the experience by giving the subject a weightless floating feeling in the water. Perhaps it would be worth investing it. She'd consult Lorata about it later. While the tealblood was not severely lacking in funds, the seadweller was her sponsor for equipment and other expensive items. It gave the posh princess a sense of pride to provide, Flydra thought.
Pulling her safety goggles back down over her eyes, the girl set to work dropping small glass vials of blood into a machine that began to whirl and spin. It would separate the liquid into different parts for testing. This was a crop from yesterday's harvest and she was pleased with the amount of samples she had gotten. It was getting easier these days or perhaps she was simply getting bolder at just taking what she wanted. Austri's influence, probably.
'Ten minutes is up but he hasn't moved an inch. Is it some kind of shock keeping him still? Or meditation?' The girl mused, looking over him with a raised eyebrow. It might be interesting to see how long he could last in such a trance. If his mind melted into a vegetative state, it would be troublesome but she could always keep him here as a blood bank. Plus there was the redblooded psychiatrist to rehabilitate him if needed. Flydra could never remember her name though.
At the ten minute mark, the recording began to laugh and the sounds became a mixture of soft and loud. This usually terrified people and she opted to gently lay his body back across a table. Might as well get him horizontal now instead of him fainting to the floor and cracking his head open. He was too small and young to worry about any violence so she opted not to strap his limbs down.
He was somewhat handsome really. A sturdy face and a healthy athletic build like she liked. It was a shame he was so stationary and still. It was always more exciting when they fought back a bit. But she wouldn't complain about a cooperative specimen she supposed. Flydra preferred to be in control and would fluster easily if it was taken away from her. What a good lowblood he was!
She continued to perform other tasks in the lab, leaving him laid out on the table with his panic button, well past the ten minute mark. He was lasting a while and doing remarkably well not pressing his escape button. She didn't realize that he was likely frozen in fear, unable to return to reality.tenaciousgadabout Wanted to give you one more post of his inner thoughts before she breaks him free from the sensory deprivation!
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 9:20 am
NO DON’TOkay, I can focus. I can focus. I’m not gonna get all screwy.Don’t jump the second time. Don’t jump. You’ll look WEAK.I already thought that one, that isn’t me.LOWBLOOD LOWBLOOD LOWBLOOD LOWBLOODWait hold on. I was the one that thought that, she couldn’t have a recording of that.I’m thinking them now. I think it’s time to press the button.I hate you. I hate you Buffel. You’re a disgusting yellowblood with no use to society.Ha ha ha HAHAHAHAHAHer hair looks nice like that. She looks nice like that. You like the way she looks, I can tell. You’re worthless, Buffel. You’re the REASON I got hurt.No, that isn’t true. Don’t listen to her.This will feel cold. This will feel cold. You will feel cold.Why is the button not working?! Aren’t I pressing it?Your blood isn’t pure. It’s dirty. Dirty. Dirty. DIRTY LOWBLOOD, NOTHING BUT FILTH.I knew you were too weak for this experiment. Why did I even bother. So worthless.NO. I am doin’ this just fine. So I can’t press the button. That’s fine. Flydra will notice eventually.SHE WON’T. She won’t. You’re here. Here now. In the dark.I think I can see something.You don’t want to think about that. Is that...The Spirit? He’s...glowing. And walking away.I don’t get it.You wouldn’t, pissblood.She’s saying bad things. Bad things.Quit starin’ before she sees ya...Quit starin’...she sees ya...Should you need to end the experiment…Your friends raided the tower. You broke things. You slowed them down. Their tower blew up because of YOU. YOU DID IT. We’re here. We’re here. We’re watching you here.Should you need to end the experiment, press the panic button...press the panic button...Press the panic button.Panic button. Press it. Press the panic button. Panic...PANICPANIC. PANIC. PANIC.PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC panicYamashii might want to help the poor boy out!
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 8:24 pm
He still wasn't moving. His body was tense and she reached down to press her fingers into the side of his neck. Buffel's pulse felt elevated and highly stressed. Perhaps he wasn't refraining from pressing the button but rather paralyzed at the false assumption that his sense of touch was gone? She pondered possible reasons before deciding to release him from the torment. Flydra pulled the headphones from his ears to allow him to get reacquainted with sound before attempting to restore sight. Doing it all at once tended to overwhelm her subjects.
"Hello, Buffel. You lasted twice as long as I expected. Twenty minutes." Her voice was quiet but pleased. "How do you feel?" After a minute, the girl untied the blindfold so that he could blinkingly adjust to the light in the lab. She was incredibly curious as to what he had experienced and picked up her clipboard once more. Was the yellowblood the type to have faced his own personal fears? Or perhaps a more general problem loomed over him, like mortality or morality.
"You didn't press the button. Were you too scared? Or did you enjoy the experience?" The young doctor smiled. As if anyone could enjoy the whispering that she put them through. If he proved too rattled to speak, she supposed she could always sedate him to relax him. Sometimes it helped Scorpa when some of their experiments and treatments proved too rough to handle. As long as he hadn't turned wild and feral, it ought to be okay.
"We won't continue the same experiments all the time in our future sessions. But they will be just as progressive in furthering research in unexplored fields." Flydra noted, clearly already plotting further torture to subject him too. It would be good to test his physical limits as she had done here with his mental ones. Once his body had developed a little more, she would have to try that next. Oh, how excited she was to keep going.
He'd run out of time to press the panic button. It was too late to back out now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 10:35 pm
You’re nothing, pissblood.Worthless worthless worthless worthless YOU CAN’T KEEP JUMPING INTO THINGSPANIC PANIC PANIC PANICYou blinded her. You blinded her. I was the one. I did it. I’m the reason.Spirit don’t leaveQuiet. Quiet. No quiet. No quiet. No quiet. No quiet. No more quiet. No more quiet. No more quiet. No more quiet.Bad things. You say bad things. You’re saying bad things, you dirty pissblood.Next time you take a contract, do everyone a favor and get eaten. Cull yourself so no one else has to. Do it.Stop it now. None o’ this is real. Yer all made up, this is just some stupid experiment. Cluckbeast scratch. She writes liek cluckbeast scratch.CULL CULL CULL CULL CULLJust press the panic button, you moron.You’re going to get yourself culled. You and all the other worthless lowbloods. Even Polair will get culled because of your stupidity.who needs a left armAvoid the quiet. They’re in the quiet. You can’t move, you can’t move, why can’t you move, why can’t I move?AVOID THE QUIET NOW, BUFFEL. WE’LL BE HERE, IN THE QUIET. JUST FOR YOU.Something touched his neck. Then slowly, a voice. "Hello, Buffel. You lasted twice as long as I expected..."Buffel felt the headphones lift from his head. She spoke some more. She asked how he felt. Buffel sat there, dazed. ”I feel...confused.”So much had happened, it felt like he had spent an eternity in there. She removed the blindfold soon, probably to prompt him into speaking more. Everything was too bright to see though, beyond a vague silhouette of Flydra standing over him. He could feel again, or at least he thought he could. What he knew he could feel was the cold sweat all around his body. ”I tried to press the panic button. Even the voices told me to but I couldn't. So I just gave up on it. I decided to listen to them. I kept trying to hear my own voice but it was gettin'...muddled.”He looked up blearily at the light. His eyes were starting to adjust to the room, slowly. Flydra came in to view better. He stared for a lick longer than he reckoned he should, then quickly averted his eyes. Looking down at himself, his eyes were drawn to his left arm. He moved his fingers. The sensation of consciously moving limbs and trying to 'feel them there' was an odd one. He stopped thinking about it before it lead down another weird thought path. He'd had enough of those for the day. ”I don't think everything I heard was...recorded. It seemed to me that some of it was me. Or some part o' me I never heard before. Is it...is it necessary to do that experiment again? It don't have nothin' to do with my blood, from what I can surmise.”He listened carefully to what she said. More stuff like this? He wasn't altogether certain he could do it. He swallowed hard as he weighed the pros and cons in his head. ”Okay. This weren't the best experience by a long shot, but danged if I didn't learn about myself. I ain't gonna tuck my tail and run 'cause I heard some voices, that's fer certain.”No more listening to what the voices said. No panic button for this little compadre, no sir.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:39 pm
His stare lingered and she met it back with her own. It didn't seem to bother her. Flydra was used to lowbloods looking up to her wistfully wishing they were higher up on the spectrum, or at least this was what she believed the various odd looks her direction to be.
"These experiments will be repeated periodically to check your progress. Your first performance will serve as a baseline for future benchmarks." She scribbled a few notes down on her chart, seeming to write slowly as if thinking over his words.
"This was not solely about your blood," The tealblood explained, "There are many mysteries to research in Alternia, the most perplexing ones being the trollian body and mind." A super soldier was useless without a strong mind that could perform under stress and anguish. His reaction of freezing up under distress was something to investigate further, as well as the limitations of his physical body.
"... what exactly did you learn about yourself? I can tell you your physical results afterwards." Flydra toyed with the ends of a pigtail as she waited for his response. She seemed genuinely curious what had muddled his inner voices and what had paralyzed him. As his new physician, it would be important to know as much as she could about him.
At least, it made for a good excuse.
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