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Loremaster Catspaw Captain
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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:00 am
N smiled wearily as he gazed at the monitor. It had taken him all night, but he'd managed to save his beautiful beautiful creation. WHITEHAWK had just barely averted a bloodtype disaster, which was just as well because it's handler was coming to see it today. At that thought, the smile disappated. He was really too tired to deal with these obnoxious kids right now. He growled, and reached into his pocket for yet another cigarette, hoping the kid would arrive sooner rather than later so he could get this over with and go to bed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:58 am
Whitehawk the handler, was still not quite at the stage where she was willing to confidently stroll into a strange situation, especially not one as strange as meeting a chimera. She followed sedatedly at Seven's heels, clutching his hand and trying not to hit anything with her wings. They had a mind of their own sometimes and were prone to lashing out without her consent.
She stared up at the scary man, coughing a little as the smoke stung her nostrils while Seven frowned uncomfortably.
"We're here to see Whitehawk's chimera." he prompted.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:45 am
"No." N corrected haughtily, "Whitehawk's handler is here to see him." Why did nobody ever get that. It was clearly the chimera that was the important one. He jerked his head in the direction of the lab room and started walking and talking without waiting to be asked. The sooner he was through with his speech, the sooner the little brat could be out of here.
"Whitehawk is a four pawed griffen. His coloring, obviously, is white. I suppose that comes from you." he sneered, looking over the girl. Her colors were nice and he hoped that the goldish color of her hair would come through on Whitehawk's tips. "According to the shape of his wings, he should be an aero griffen, that means he'll be an acrobatic flyer, much like a falcon."
He held the door open for them, feeling to tired to be especially malevolent.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:53 am
Whitehawk felt as if her boots were especially loud on the laboratory floor, or was that her heartbeat. She could hear Mr. N talking, but a louder presence overshadowed his words. The heartbeat that was and wasn't her own grew louder as they walked. It was almost deafening as she stepped into the lab room.
Seven's hand slipped from her own as she glided forwards, pulled by the pulsing wingbeats to the creature suspended in the tank. It glowed eerily in the dim light, eyes half open but unmoving. She put her hand against the tank, hardly even hearing Mr. N's explanation.
From deep within the unconcious, something primevil stirred. The unborn creature looked out into the world beyond the slime of its existence and felt the wingbeats that mirrored its own resonating between them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:59 am
N tapped the monitor proudly, displaying the graph that showed the unusual strength of Whitehawk's heart. This creature was destined to dance through the air. "As you can see, Whitehawk will probably be an active hunter." he continued, "Like all predators, he will need to eat meat. I predict that when he awakens, he will be large enough to hunt his own prey. He should be as large as a big dog. He won't be able to fly quite yet, but I expect his development to be a lot like modern birds. Now if you don't have any questions, leave!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 10:02 am
Luckily for Whitehawk the handler, Seven was listening while she wasn't. "Fai! Time to go!" he called, sensing the lab tech's irritable temper.
Fai wasn't quite ready to go. She could feel this thing living in her. It called to her and she wanted to stay but Seven's call of authority was stronger. Reluctantly, she left the tank and returned to his side.
"Thanks for having us." Seven blurted as he dragged his girl out the door.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 10:03 am
"Finally!" N growled, nearly chasing them out the door. It was far past time for him to go to bed.
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