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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:09 pm
Zee shook his head in mock disapproval. “Now Maki, you really haven’t been listening have you? And I’m afraid that means I have to talk more so I suggest you shut up and pay attention.” He smiled pleasantly and selected a syringe from the table filling it with one of the liquids from the main bottles. “This is all making sure that this doesn’t kill you. That was never the plan; after all you are no good to us dead.”
He chose another spot on Makoto’s other arm and injected it. “This is just something else to keep you from dieing on me. So don’t try. Now we need to sort out that trigger before we do anything else. Hmm a visual trigger I think since that birds of prey DNA in you should have made you’re sight quite clear. I think we’ll go for numbers as well. I like numbers.” He had picked up a pen and a flip chart as he had been talking and was scribbling things down at quite a fast rate.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:26 pm
"Why do you make me suffer so?" Makoto said with a soft whine in his voice. He pulled against his restraints in an attempt to free himself from the table. Damnit. He couldn't move. Well at least he tried. Golden eyes would glare over at Zee. "You're an a*****e." He said growling softly as the other needle was injected into his arm.
"Visual? Numbers? .. I hate numbers. Why not something I'd kill or want to tear apart on sight. .. Maybe you?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 10:57 pm
 SpReAd ThE lOvE //_______________________________________________ when I say
[ [ ooc: oh my! Maki is so violent!! rofl ] ]
The world goes round _______________________________________________ . . . O v E r . . . 
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:18 pm
((All the more fun for Dr Zee.))
Dr Zee giggled at the wild bird’s angry comments. “You’re very funny pet but I don’t think that will do at all. Who would look after you if I was gone?” He walked round to Makoto’s head and lightly brushed away some of the strands of hair before lightly placing a kiss on his forehead where he couldn’t do anything about it. He grinned pleased by the gesture. “See, I only give kiss’s to extra special pets.” He grinned again in that childlike manner of his and lifted a small jar of translucent jelly dipping his fingers into it then smoothing it onto Makoto’s forehead. “Don’t worry about the numbers Maki as soon as you see them you’ll forget them again. It’ll be just enough to trigger you. That’s all.” He then motioned to an assistant who had been waiting by the door with a complex looking machine that bleeped and whirred constantly. When the machine was standing beside him Zachary pulled several wires attached to small white pads from it and connected each to different spots on Makoto’s head, the strange gel making them stick.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:34 pm
"Well, if you were gone I'd live the rest of my life with what remained of my sanity and be experimented on by other vermin like you." Makoto said trying to turn his head away before he was kissed on the forehead.
"I hate you."
"Special? Pet? Whoa, let's not get intimate here. We're not even friends. I don't even like you. I don't even know why I'm still talking to trash like you, but don't you ever kiss me again you sick freak. You and all your scientist buddies like to touch your experiments. .. I know your sick little games." He growled, pulling against the restraint's again.
"Aww man. I won't even remember the number? What a ripoff. Why can't it be like, a drawing of a dead person? Preferably you? How come I never get a choice in this? I mean, you're experimenting on me. I should get some say in the matter. This sucks." Wow. Much more talkative then usual. At least, Zee was getting a reaction from Makoto right?
"Oh yeah, hurry and get these things off my head. They feel weird."
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:00 am
(Derek, your character makes me giggle.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:02 am
Zachary smiled at the reaction he got out of the bird listening to him rant on as much as he whished quite enjoying their little ‘chat.’ “Sanity is overrated.” He chimed in happily as he set about setting up the machine, making sure everything was up and running. He looked over his shoulder at the altered bird human. “Awww you don’t have to hide from me Maki. I know I’m your favorite,” He perked up. “Oh I like games. We can play together. That’ll be fun.” He giggled again. “No, no. I’ve already made my mind up. It’ll be numbers. You can chose what type of light metal you want me to put in your wings mater through, to make them stronger.” He now placed small plastic circles round each of the wild birds eyes forcing them to stay open. Then he set up a small screen right above the golden orbs. “Oh, if you think they feel weird now, you just wait the machine isn’t even turned on yet.” He smiled, so childlike and then he pulled the switch. A sequence of numbers flashed on the screen above his eyes that where forcibly held open and what felt something akin to a needle being driven through his skull came from the white pads. But he couldn’t pass out either because of the injection and the drip that was even now slowly sliding into his body.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:28 am
Makoto screamed. A drill was going into his head. It hurt. He couldn't think anymore at this point. He screeched in pain, his wings all breaking at once the way he was struggling. More pain. This was too much for him. He couldn't even pass out either. So he kept fighting his restraints with all his might, unable to do anything else at this point. He was in so much pain. Tears flowed from his eyes in pain as they tried to close. But they couldn't. He screeched louder.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:45 am
Dr Zee just stood back listening to his screams with a sadistic smile, yet somehow, creepily it still held an odd childlike quality to it. He heard the six simulations cracks as his wings broke and smile the only grew, however he kept his rust red eyes on the clock on the opposite wall. Counting down exactly a minute which is the time it takes for the trigger to imbed itself in the subjects brain. Once a minute was up his hand darted out and flicked off the machine. He pulled off each of the pads gently and whipped away the gel. Now cooing and stocking the boy’s hair like he had actually felt genuine distress at his pain instead of pleasure. “It’s okay now, that’s over now.” He cooed pushing back the now dead screen, removing the things that held his eyes open. The numbers having vanished. Then he kissed his forehead again as there was another six simultaneous cracks as the assistants pulled the bones in his wings straight before applying the healing ointments. They would be fixedagain in a matter of minutes. Dr Zee still had plans for them and he needed the bones helthy and undamged for it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:57 am
As soon as the machine was stopped he went quiet except for silent whimpering.. His tears still flowed from his golden eyes, which he closed. He coughed a few times still whimpering in pain. He put up a tough front, but in the end he still felt pain. He was only an altered human after all. He didn't buy it either when Zee pretended to care. He didn't have anything sarcastic to say either. He just let his tears flow. His head hurt so badly.. The winged male whimpered again. He just wanted to be left alone..
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 1:19 am
BluenightingGale Felix didn’t open his eyes, he only squeezed them more tightly shut at the touch. He didn’t need his sight now his other sense filled in the perfect mental picture. The soft dip of the fabric under him, so slight he probably wouldn’t have noticed it ‘before.’ Then the hand over is shirt again, he was particularly aware of the material stirred by the light fingers moving against his torso. When that protecting layer of fabric was lifted away he had to force himself to continue breathing. But he promised himself that he would try and stay and calm and he was doing his best to follow out his own instructions.
He kept his breathing at a steady rate as he answered the question. He saw no reason to lie and had never been very good at it anyway so he told the truth. “I fell vulnerable, like the slightest pressure could bruise me or the weakest light blind me but I also feel like I’ve woken up and everything is too intense. I can’t think straight.” H admitted. Trying to follow his calm plan he attempted to relax his muscles which where wound so tight they ached almost painfully. As he did so, still keeping his eyes closed he lay back on the bed in the same movement twisting away from those cool hands while trying t make it look like it was only a consequence of reclining back.
By now it would've been quite obvious that Ezekiel liked to touch, he liked to explore, both surgically and sexuall; gliding his fingers back along the other male's abdomen and sliding beneath the fabric once more. After that movement it didn't take long for the scientist's other had to make a quick grab for Felix's wrist, his grasp pinning the limb againt the bed beside the subject's own head. His fingers were firm and strong, yet by no means bruising although one couldn't doubt that it was possible they could do such a thing.
It was then that the other han dalong the human's abdomen began to stray much further down, slipping beneath the rim of his trousers and delving dangerously closer between his legs. "And what about more stonger touches? Like...here?" and it was thenhe grasped firmly at the other's sensitive organ.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:29 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:32 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:34 am
][On this account would be better *nods*][
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:53 am
[repost!] Daemon was silent for several moments, examining this creature. After a long pause, Daemon spoke, his voice scratchy with disuse. "Daemon." The snake tightened around him and hid its head in his shirt. He gestured to the snake. "Fleance."
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