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 Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 2:12 pm
Lawr watched America until they moved out of sight, feeling as if something was severed as he robotically followed H. There was no real sense of loss, not in the multifaceted ways other people felt it, just a widening of the chasm of nothing.
"Bye missy." he said. ignoring the further grime that was Tayms contributions, after all there was no way to do anything about any of it.
H got a raised eyebrow and a hearty response. "Oh wonderful. I am certain this will all be above board and entirely warranted in response to a little rough play."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 3:24 pm
"Ah, who am I indeed to judge your gestures of affection? No, sad as it may be, I believe the issue to address is your particular handicap." Selecting a pod, the doctor tapped the control panel and began inputting several new commands.
"You simply aren't suited to be your own master."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 3:34 pm
The moment that Taym and America were out of earshot Lawr stopped wasting his time with emphatic gestures of expressiveness or emotion, he simply dropped the mask entirely.
"I would beg to differ. I have functioned for this many years as my own master with nothing other than prosperity. If I may remind you it was your organisation which took me from a life I was most content with - shadows or no - and brought me here. I think the crux of the issue is that you are ill content with any man being entirely his own master."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 4:18 pm
A pitying look from the doctor. "That's adorable. And yet, here you are, or rather," opening the pod he gestured to the man, "here you are, and where you'll remain for quite some time. Perhaps there will be another occasion to discuss the matter of who truly is the master of a successful mimic."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 4:30 pm
Lawr eyed the pod distantly for a time. It held no real fear for him, if anything his previous times in pods had been restful blips on his memory where he had woken without having aged or changed at all, any "trauma" strictly psychological and therefore of no real enduring damage. They were superior in this regard to the times in his earlier life where he had found himself in relatively suspended states via the use of medicine or his own lack of motivation. "If you insist." he said, shaking his head. "I protest that in this instance I have done very little wrong, but of course, we are not in my world any longer, with its rules and logic, but instead in yours." Even as he said it he stepped indifferently into the pod.
"For now, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 4:48 pm
"Your insistence would be more meaningful if you truly understood right and wrong, as well as had an audience that cared." Closing the pod door he gave it an affection pat, and Lawr's body slowed and then stopped. His mind, however remained to him.
For the next few days he would be awake and alone until once again the doctor stood before him and again, began keying something into the pod's control panel. Moments later, Lawr would wake up naked on the floor in a body decidedly not his own given the pair of small breasts and strands of straight black hair slipping over his shoulders. The reality of two hands might also be something of a giveaway. In the reflection of a nearby pod, he would find himself faced with Chantelle.
The doctor, standing above Lawr, continued to type instructions into the panel, explaining absently, "I've been looking for a new guinea pig, you know."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 5:42 pm
The time alone did not upset or concern Lawr, his own company was most satisfactory. In fact given the choice he would not ask for any more superior entertainment than his own thoughts. He was almost disappointed when the doctor returned, uncertain what he was doing.
And then he was on the floor. He blinked, once, twice slowly, like an insect as his brain caught up with the whiplash, and then he sat up. He was no longer bound. he bought his hands up to his face and then froze.
Hands.
He'd gotten so used to having nothing at all on his left and quickly brought those same hands down to his naked body. It was not his. Not exactly. Different. He caught his reflection.
Her reflection.
There was a moment, an instant like the fracturing of glass when everything in his mind seemed to slant off kilter and resettle. This body was a persona. It was like wearing the outfit. It was impossible to resist. He was pulled straight into it.
Chantelle flinched as if electrocuted and then completely changed her posture from the robotic wild eyed confusion of moments before. She tensed, covered her breasts with a gasp and backed away from the Doctor without standing. "What did you like DO to me?" she asked, horrified. "I don't want to be your guinea pig!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 1:54 am
Gesturing toward a nearby desk, he replied easily, "No need to fuss, my dear, your clothes are in the box." In both her size and preferred style, a pair of heeled boots underneath. "As to what's been done, well, you have both hands now, don't you? I'm afraid you won't be able to summon anymore, but you will be able to play piano, and won't that be nice?" His voice was gently enthusiastic, the coaxing tones of a parent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 1:57 am
She seemed to consider this for a moment, giving H a long haunted look before speaking. "Well like, I didn't summon my weapon anyway. I don't...really like remember why, but I don't fight. That's like. Not nice. But I do love piano!" She clapped her hands before realising she was still naked and hurriedly making her way over to dress.
As she pulled on various items of clothing, she gave H a curious wide eyed look. "Is my make up still like, in my room though? I feel really naked without it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:03 am
"It should be," he smiled indulgently, "but perhaps you had better go check and make sure. People are so very unscrupulous, you know." The doctor tsked at that. "We're done here for the moment, so you needn't worry. You'll know when I need you again, my dear."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:07 am
There was some animal part of her brain that was cold, calculating, watching. And it wasn't her weapon, but did that really matter? Not right now it didn't.
When she was appropriately dressed she made her way over to the Doctor and gently touched his arm. "Thank you sir." she said with a warm bright sort of smile. "Like, for your time. And I like. I feel like I owe you for something else but I like don't have much. Have you read 50 shades of grey?" She smiled not very brightly. "I think you'd like it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:14 am
"Oh," the doctor's eyebrows rose in pleased surprise. "I believe I've heard of it, quite risqué. Perhaps I should suggest it as next month's material for my book club." He sounded entirely sincere. Because, in fact, he was. "Such a shame I didn't think of it sooner, or it would have been more holiday appropriate, yes?" Beaming down at Chantelle, the doctor reached out to smooth her hair and finally cup her cheek, "You're a very smart girl, Chantelle, and you obviously deserve much more attention than you've received."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:18 am
"It is like, alternative. But very sexy." And she might well have gone on a long rant extolling the virtues if he hadn't reached out to touch her cheek, as it was the colour rose in said cheeks and quite derailed her for a moment. Was H very rich? Did he have a helicopter? Was this 50 Shades of H?
"Oh..oh.. I ...I... I wouldn't know sir. I am not like, all that special."
Her inner god was more than a little nonplussed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:24 am
"You just haven't been given a chance to show it. A raven blends well with the evening shadows, but can't be fully appreciated until the light paints their feathers." His hand, strong enough to kill with ease, gently tucked a piece of hair behind the girl's ear, and then tapped her nose playfully, "Now is your time, corvus mellori, so don't disappoint me."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:33 am
Chantelle beamed at him delightedly. Finally someone who truly understood her mysterious heart. "And my feathers are like, most beautiful sir." And like that she turned and ran off with a click of heels on the smooth floor. She could not stop blushing.
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