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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:04 am
Lance narrowed his eyes at the elite, clenching his fists as he watched a few others come into the room. This was getting to be more than a little bit disturbing, but the champion kept calm as he spoke. "What does it matter? I haven't been happy since I was brought into this place. What difference will it make?"
Either he didn't really understand the concept behind what was about to happen, or he simply didn't believe it. Perhaps this was some ploy to get him to talk about... who knows what. They couldn't really control his brain like that. ... Could they?
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 2:14 pm
"Too bad... Ah well! That really doesn't take away from my enjoying this!" She grinned under the mask as she pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, letting the latex snap loudly for dramatic effect. They really didn't need him to talk- Not that he would be likely to anyway- but he was a valuable piece to have in their hands, and even if he wouldn't cooperate, they could still use him.
"You know what is really neat about all this? We're going to do the procedure with no anesthetic! You'll be wide awake while we're in there messing around with the wiring! See- except for the skin, you have no pain receptors in your head. Neat, huh?" Nyx giggled and nodded her head, indicating to the other labcoats that they were ready to go. "Oh- strap his head down, we don't need him moving around while we're in there." Damaging Lucere's most valuable prisoner would not do anything to make the boss happy, and Nyx only wanted to make the boss happy.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 4:10 pm
Lance only frowned at this, and eyed Nyx with a hint of wariness as she snapped her glove dramatically. A sense of foreboding settling on the dragon master, and a grimace when she mentioned there would be no anesthesia. That figured.
The man grunted as his head was pushed back against the chair, and a strap pulled over his forehead and chin, securing it down firmly. He tugged at the restraints a bit, but found them steadfast. He wasn't going anywhere, and even if he could get out of the chair, there was no place to run.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 4:39 pm
The team went to work quickly, with one person asking Lance questions regularly throughout the procedure, whether or not he'd answer. As much as Nyx would have liked to, she didn't do anything besides what they were supposed to be doing to the Dragon Master. Some time later one of the lab coats stitched up Lance and brought in a gurney complete with straps.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 4:50 pm
Even if he didn't have any pain receptors in his brain, it still hurt like hell when they made the incisions, and again he made feeble struggles that resulted in futility. The questions that were asked of him, were answered if he was able to, and he spent most of the procedure in a daze that just seemed to grow into a mental fog. The dragon master seemed calm and subdued towards the end, despite the pain as they stitched him back up again.
The man relaxed, and seemed a bit out of it, even if awake and aware. Unable to move, he simply stared blankly at the ceiling for the duration of the time.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:22 pm
Someone wheeled Lance around and put him in a different room, still strapped to the gurney. The sound of heels came clacking through the halls and into this new room some time later, followed by a head of white poofy hair bending over to take a look at Lance. Nyx shined a light into each of his eyes and grinned. "How are you feeling, Lance?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:29 pm
He had no choice but to lay there, strapped down to that stretcher. However, he didn't even bother to struggle, and didn't issue a single complaint. The man just waited quietly, his gaze still turned to the ceiling, but not really focused on anything.
His pupils reacted to the light being shown done into them, but something was different. Those golden eyes had gone dull, not in color, but in expression. His lips twitched when Nyx asked her question, but no words came out. There was nothing to say. How did he feel? He didn't feel anything.
He felt nothing.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:50 pm
"Good... good... I'm going to just assume you aren't more brain-dead than you already were..." Nyx chuckled at her own joke. "Follow my finger." She said as she began running through tests to make sure nothing had been damaged while they were working.
"Would you like anything? A glass of water? Cake? Gruel?" It wouldn't matter, really, but she had a checklist to go through. "What would you do if I unstrapped you right now?"
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 6:41 am
Lance didn't laugh at her joke, not that he ever would have anyway, but he didn't react to it at all. Instead, his eyes simply followed the elite's finger as it moved. He knew what was going on, and understood everything, but he was having more difficulty processing it than usual. The tampering with his brain practically reworked the usual route of his thinking, something he would have to get accustomed to.
It took a few seconds for him to answer the questions. "No," he eventually said to the first question. There was a longer pause to the second one, he blinked and then flinched slightly at something. "I... don't know."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 5:05 pm
"Good." So far the procedure was working as predicted. They would still have to feed him, whether or not he wanted it, since they didn't want their prized prisoner to die; Not while he still had his uses. "Tell me what you think of Team Rocket. Don't hold back." Nyx continued to take notes as she asked questions.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 5:48 pm
Again it took a few moments for him to process the question. Typically, there were many thing Lance could have said about Team Rocket. However, his feelings about the organization were completely gone. All that was left was the simple fact of what Team Rocket actually was.
"Team Rocket is an organization that uses Pokemon to their own benefit."
His negative feelings, as well as his opposition, were seemingly suppressed. They were just people now, and ethics had no existence in Lance's mind as he was now. He wasn't able to comprehend them anymore. There was no longer a difference between right and wrong. The mechanism was doing its job. His previous actions against the organization were barely a distant memory. The old Lance was gone along with his free will, locked away in the recesses of his own mind.
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