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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 2:59 am
Jabril was having such a good time with Professor Nebilim! The steaming corpse she'd brought him to had hardly hit rigor motris, and he could just imagine how much fun he'd have peeling the skin back. Perhaps professor Nebilim would like to watch. She was a femme of taste, after all, and though Jabril's experiments were surely primitive compared to her wondrous physics, he had a hard time believing that any kitsu as discriminating as Nebilim would turn down a nice conversation about rendering fat and harvesting nerve tissue. Yes, they would definitely have a wonderful time, and perhaps if he was very, very lucky, the Professor would let him see her notes, or brush the pads of his paws against the harsh ridge of her upper wings. He didn't want to be presumptive, but she had seemed to like his gift, so-
Jabril made a choking noise and dropped the bio-luminescent vial down onto the stone. Globs of glowing slime flew everywhere, then began snaking back towards one another with an acidic hiss. Smooth trails of corroded stone were left in their wake.
If Jabril was lucky, the chemical properties of the pet he'd made for Nebilim would distract her from the look on his face. But he was rarely that fortunate. Courting Mistress Science had put him on the outs with Lady Luck, who was a jealous woman by all accounts.
"Ye mean- er, a clone?" He squeaked. It was a strange sound to hear from a male with such a deep voice. "I do like clones! Have'nae made one yet, but I'd be happy t'try fer ye, I s'pose there's some physics t'clones, o'course if it were an 'ybrid t'would be less unstable, could engineer it t'be just as ye like. If I had more equipment. Er. As it goes."
It was clear that if Nebilim didn't intervene immediately, Jabril might keep his protective shield of babble up for hours. He was a geek. A lab monkey. A nerd. The idea of combining genetic material with a good-looking femme was something that he'd accepted as beyond his reach a long time ago. Inexperience with ladies sapped away all his usual confidence and callous disregard for the laws of nature, rendering him a stuttering shell of confidently threatening scientist that was his usual persona.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 9:06 pm
Hah. Yes, she'd been right. Hypothesis confirmed. Jabril's sudden fluster-fit was far more interesting than the scorched stone left behind by the now liberated light-jar. "Clones? How terribly dull. If I wanted to experiment on myself, I would certainly do so and remove all possible variables... no, no. Wouldn't it be nice to monitor some little eggs? Natural conception and birth, of course - no better way to understand the reproduction of the species than to experience it, unless you can convince one of your little friends to hold still while pregnant - and then... well, I am so curious to see if my experiments have integrated to the genetic or even fonic level..."
She brushed around him again, if only to see how he'd react to being touched. One tail caught him lightly under the chin. She wondered if he'd have to actually have it spelled out for him even more bluntly than this.
How terribly, terribly amusing.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 8:31 am
"N-natural-"
Oh.
Professor Nebilim's tail was awfully sort, for a femme composed almost purely of bones and angles and sharp, bright reason. If Jabril got too close, would he be cut? He was almost sure of it. But the timbre of her voice was so low and compelling, wrapping huskily around words like monitor and variables. He didn't suppose that he could stop himself.
"I think-"
He arched into the feeling of fur on fur. It wasn't- um. It wasn't often that people other than Godiva voluntarily touched him. Even Setsu wouldn't let him near unless she needed to be stitched up.
Jabril paused for a long moment, scrabbling desperately until he finally caught hold of reason. Then the world clicked into place, and he had his confidence back.
"-yeve had someaught like this planned fer a while, have ye nae? Or at least, th' idea's been germinatin' in yuir 'ead. Before ye met me."
He chuckled - at himself, more than her. He had been such a fool. And ye tthe way she drifted close still made him want to purr.
"An' here I'd thought I'd follow ye about, ha' ye as a great, grand test subject fer me observations. But ye were playin' a bigger game all along. Checkin' out m'work with the wee nightmare, movin' in near, tha'- makes sense, now."
Jabril smiled, a little wryly. Even now he couldn't bring himself to make the first move. He was so weak. But the thought of another, a student, an heir, he'd never let himself-
He wouldn't be like his father. No one would be eaten. Not one.
"Yuir rilly very good, Pr'fessor Nebilim. I suspect I'll be doin' the bulk o' the scut-work t'maintain these expirimits o' yuirs, if we succeed, but... I do'nae mind. I would be honored t'be yiur student."
((Y HALLO THAR MRS ROBINSON XDDD
*flails about for a Dist and a Jade and a Peony to traumatize*))
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:31 pm
"Hm." A satisfied smile played across her face, and she laid one paw lightly on top of his head. "Such games indeed, Jabril. Such games."
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