|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 7:53 pm
So far in Pyro's exciting lifestyle as a agent of the negaverse, he had been blended with a Snake, joined in a tourney and well...basically enjoyed the good life.
Haüyne had been amazing, and his room was decorated in warm nesting like objects that he could make it through the cold drafts of the negaspace. His room had been more...well...it had been more.
The large heat lamp that they had acquired had been hooked up with a very long extension cord to the very faraway offices of the negaverse where power was permitted and the young snake man was currently basking in the heat with a small coconut shaped cup filled with grape koolaid. No umbrella though.
When the summons came, Pyro had almost finished his drink. He had been surprised that a General had paid him attention and went about gathering his garbs where he could. He hesitated over the mask that hid his scaled face, but decided against it for the summons. General Cinnabar sounded familiar and he was trying to think of how.
He headed towards her quarters, knocking on the doorjamb before entering.
"Here to see General Cinnabar." The snake youma focused on the mix of heat signature, in the shape of what he assumed MIGHT be a woman.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2016 2:07 pm
The knock pulled the general's attention away from the desk where she studied papers tacked to the wall above it, filled with faces and info about sightings and habits. Red-black eyes swung to find a young man at her door and he pulled her mind away from consideration of her current targets to why she had called him here in the first place.
Research into her... condition made pace, but it was hampered by the sheer lack of information about half youma in general. She was, thus far, the only set of samples and information Chalcopyrite had access too. There was a lot of talk about 'variables' and 'controls' that she only vaguely remembered from highschool science classes, but it boiled down to needing samples from more of her kind to pinpoint what was wrong with her, specifically. Except there weren't a lot of her kind... she couldn't just order five random officers to her rooms for examination.
The rosters, and her own meeting with an excitable brunette corrupt, had produced a name, and now that young man was waiting patiently for her attention.
"Captain Pyrophanite." Cinnabar greeted him as she straightened, the chains on her heavy coat rattling with the motion. Her tail flicked as her interest sharpened and she left the heavy wooden desk to cross over to meet the Captain she only knew by name. She offered her hand out to him when she got within range, coming to a stop as she shoved her free hand into the pocket of her coat. "Thank you for coming. I just wanted to ask you some questions, and perhaps, see if you were willing to help me out with some scientific research on half-youma physiology."
He looked young past what she could see of his mask. He stood almost half a foot shorter than she did in her heels, forcing her to angle her eyes down to see him. Right off, there was not a lot about him that immediately screamed 'half youma', which was perhaps a testament to the make up of his uniform, and the light touch of his youma's influence. He would pass as a normal officer, unless one looked closely.
"Please, come in." She said as she stepped aside, waving him into the large room she had claimed for herself. Nearest the door, comfortable leather chairs and a couch made up a sitting area, while back against the far wall, her heavy posted bed sat next to the silent shape of her motorcycle. The desk stood against the side wall, covered in files and papers below the wall that bore more of the same. It was perhaps lost on the young man, but it was open, comfortable and stylish, a room someone lived in, rather than something for show. Cin rarely had enough guests to worry about how it looked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:29 am
Pyrophanite, as the woman came closer, could hear the rattles of chains, light on her attire. He couldn't make out the outlines of them because he saw heat and not...shapes, but he could tell there was clothes over her.
He could also tell she was taller, stronger and well filled out.
Hot. (literally)
"Eh?" He blinked, looking at her as intently as he could. He could pass for a normal officer if none looked at the scales over his body. Even his eyes were the same normal blue he had before.
Nothing but scales and yet he still felt like a monster inside of him. He tried to act natural, moving around the objects in the room that did not have a heat sense and if Cinnabar watched the way he moved, she would see that it was slow and deliberate, his gaze heavily focused on the things around him.
"Sure, Do I gotta take my clothes off or anything?" Not that he minded but he kind of did. "You aren't gonna stick me with a needle though right?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2017 10:36 am
His ready acceptance was pleasing but also surprising. He didn't ask why, only for how and Cinnabar watched him move with curiosity hovering in her eyes. A dark brow lifted at his first question and she chuckled, following him to the seats and sinking down into a plush leather armchair, one long leg crossed over the other.
"No and no. I'm not, anyway. I have a lieutenant who is also a doctor and something of a scientist. He's been looking into the make up of youma and the unique properties of half youma for me. We need more subjects though, as currently its just myself providing all of his data." The tip of her tail curled lazily as it hung over the cushion of the chair, flexing idly with the turn of her thoughts. The glow of starseeds in her pocket was almost a tangible thing, but she ignored it, for now. She could indulge, after this talk.
"If you don't mind... could you tell me about your youma, and how you were merged?" She said, her head tilting a little to the right in a pose of interest. The way he moved was odd, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. The signs of his youma were far less visible than hers were, though it was interesting to note he bore scales as well. What had his youma been like, she wondered. At all like hers? At least it would be easy to find out, if he cared to talk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2017 9:42 am
"Freaky." Pyrophanite kept moving until he was at a point where he could sit down and chill. "The scientist slash doctor, not you." He shrugged and blinked. "I mean you're a strong half youma and s**t, so its not bad right? I'm still kind of dealing with my s**t...."
He mulled over how much to tell her because when he went into the rift, he had taken Hauyne and ditched Titan and paid some serious consequences for trying to get a youma before he was ready for one.
Now he was half one. Karmaaaaaaaa~
"Well when a mommy and daddy love each other-" He started off sarcastically before shrugging. "I went into the rift, by myself (so Hauyne didn't get in trouble just in case, he wasn't a ******** rat), and was like I'm gonna catch me a youma for my little pokemon party." He sat back, crossing his arms. His gaze wasn't focused on hers, because he couldn't make eye contact with her, but it was facing her. "And like, got bit by this huge snake ******** youma." A hand waved down his body, "Got sick, woke up and the little ******** was inside me being all demanding and s**t."
That was literally the sparknotes. He couldn't possibly tell her how he had struggled for control (still did), or that his 'sick' had been a week of merging with the youma, destroying his body until they had finished. the snake curled inside his mind, his body, wrapping.
"Got these funky scales and s**t, and my like-" He waved his hands over his eyes, "specs got messed up. I can only see stuff with like heat vision."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 10:58 am
Cinnabar's lips pursed, and as he talked, her eyebrows lifted in a combination of amusement and surprise, that he'd talk so casually to a superior officer. Not that she'd ever held much respect for her own, save for a few exceptions.
She was honestly surprised that his situation was so similar to her own. It was almost eery... like she sat across from her younger, male self. At least the heat vision he claimed was different. She'd never lost or changed any of her senses.
"Your situation isn't much different from mine, actually. I also went looking for a youma before I was ready for one. We're both lucky to have survived the encounter, but I think it safe to say it's made us stronger." She said as she eyed him again, this time with a new light.
"If you want a tip; the stronger you get the less demanding the youma should get. If you can learn how to handle it, by the time you're a general the voice should stop entirely." Youma only respected strength. Its why Lieutenants were at such a risk to them. You had to have power to make them bend to you. Capricious things. "If you want any help, ask and we can set up some... training time for it. Otherwise, if you're indeed willing to help with our research, I can contact you later with a time and place to report for testing. Your assistance is appreciated... we're rare enough that there isn't much know about the process or function of merging with a youma, or the breadth of the side effects from it, long or short term."
After a pause, her gaze thoughtful, she added, "And if something problematic comes up for you, you are welcome to time with the doctor. We don't have to suffer alone any more."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 11:46 am
"Who said I wasn't ready?" Pyro snorted but shrugged, if he was suppose to respect elders well...he wasn't sure how to do that. He was a teenager, and he didn't respect many.
"I'm better then other agents." Pyro shrugged again and waited for what she had to say. If it was just to compare stories then he probably was no help, if she ended up the same way?
"If I become a general then I won't have to worry about it then?" He rubbed his chin and then finger gunned at her. "Awesome. I'm gonna do that as soon as I can. And sure whatever, Do the testing stuff then!"
He got up. "If that's all then I'll dip then, If I need help..." he looked away from her, "I'll remember that or whatever." Whimsical Blue I'm sorry he was a little s**t
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
