Yang
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 11:25:06 GMT -6
Stamina: 3 Strength: 4 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 3 Mentality:3 Special Abilities: Swim, Danger Sense, Chlorophyll, Glide Moves: Constrict, Deceptive Lure, Bone Shift --- beginning Level: 7 Loyalty: 21 - end Level: 9 Loyalty: 25 ---
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 11:34:11 GMT -6
Sitting on the ledge, Yang continued to gently stroke Reinic's neck, petting her face, careful not to disturb the flower. Any Lola on the way, growing plump before tumbling free from the flowers center, would simply roll off into the water, left to gently bob as the new babies would still be in their quiet semblance of sleep. Yang wouldn't start picking them up until they moved on their own, and that could be awhile yet; the 'pond' was very warm, and not at all a 'jumpstart' for awakening. Yang sat in a way where Reinic could both be in the water, or atleast most of her body, and still have her head in Yangs lap. As it was, Yang didn't mind having a little bit of water soak into the fibers of her clothes. The jeans she had put on for the day were great at keeping water at bay, and her t-shirt was a throw-away. _____ 1 Reinic: lvl. 7 [1/5] Yang: Lvl. 15 [20/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 11:45:29 GMT -6
Reinic made soft noises gently, her eyes lulling to a close as she rested in Yangs' lap, her front legs lazily drifting in the water; as did her wings. Yang was sure the girl could've floated, had she not been weighted down by the mass of tail that made up most of her body. Yang reached over, fingers grazing the top-side of the bat-wings. They were definitely leather, warm from the waters, the liquid beading and dripping between the creases. At the touch, Reinic gave them an absent shuffle, re-settling them on her back. A sprinkle of water dripped onto Yangs hand, and as flicked the dropplets off, the girls wings relaxed back into the splayed state they'd been before Yang had touched them. The wings, while Reinic could sort of 'glide' with them, were more aesthetic than anything. The chances of them pass on to lola wasn't believable, as the DNA sequence of the bat-wing was basically 'stuck' on with metaphorical duct-tape. Even just a chunk of DNA 'stuck' on though, Yang found herself appreciating the outcome. Reinic was definitely a beautiful girl.
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Reinic: lvl. 7 [2/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [1/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 12:10:32 GMT -6
The idea of winged lola made Yang ponder, her mind gently wandering as she rhythmically pet her lotine. One would have to introduce the DNA, like in any creature-creation-situation, and hope that it would not only take, but grow. It wasn't always a problem, but for some of the more 'stranger' species (or species that had questionable DNA structures), introducing different DNA would sometimes cause devastating results. Weeping sores around a wound that would never close, and a pungent odor of muscle that would go back, almost 'recoiling' from the foreign DNA. That was the worst-case scenario. Best case was the addition taking, and starting to grow, only for it to be 'sealed off' by the originals' own body, left to wither and fall off like a scab. Yang was half-way through this thought when she'd began grimacing, and only realized she was straining when a soft 'beep' vibrated her arm.
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Reinic: lvl. 7 [3/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [2/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 12:19:28 GMT -6
Glancing over to her wrist, Yang lifted her left arm from where it had been resting, petting the back of Reinics' neck and spine, reaching over to activate the holographic screen once again. It blipped up in a translucent teal square, tiny lines of code visible in the background. A 'Mail' icon had popped up, and upon tapping it, flipped open a message. It was short, a quick update from her shop in the Labs, letting her know that the first, and maybe only, 10 Goldfoil Chiryma had hatched and were in the backrooms of the shop, nestled in a pen with food, water, and a heat lamp, ready for potential customers to buy. Yang flicked up a keyboard, keying in a quick note stating a thank-you for the update. Yang had focused most of her time in the Labs doing individual, unique designs; that meant a ton of trial and error, especially with additions 'adhering' or not, and being able to step away for a breather was... indefinitely relieving.
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Reinic: lvl. 7 [4/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [3/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 12:27:15 GMT -6
While she was not quite a Veteran of recombination, Yang was definitely not new to it; the constant cycle of amalgamations, the rotten flesh and strange chemicals; after so much time, anyone can get used to anything. It wasn't just the weight of what a terrible result could create that bothered her however, but it was the loss, and the disappointment, of a failed experiment that would weigh on her. Trying to balance the weight of accomplishments with the failures, and so many, over and over again with the result of gnarly smells and rot, definitely took its toll. Yang doubted she would ever be able to smell anything relating to a body without the harsh images screaming into her visions. Yang shuddered quietly herself; a familiar chill crawled along her shoulders. Reinic made a noise, her eyes long since closed, her head still cradled in Yangs lap, very intent on not moving.
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Reinic: lvl. 7 [5/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [4/20] (blaze it)
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 13:32:10 GMT -6
Yang sighed, reaching for one of Reinics' ears that floated nearby, picking its tendril from the waters surface and petting it with her thumb absent-mindedly. She'd never had a huge problem with the lack of sleep, the heart-freezing terror that came with terrible dreams, or the nearly non-existent social life that wasn't already tied into work. All of these things she'd nearly pilled on, adding it to the ever-growing pile of 'just deal with it', a kind of prerogative that came with the job. Maybe she wasn't as machine as she pretended to be- maybe the pile of 'just deal with it' was turning her couple hours of sleep into sleep-depravation, or her agitated sleep causing anxiety in the mornings (and rest of the day...) Yang groaned inwardly. Flipping off the holographic screen, she rubbed at her face aggressively, already mentally flipping through the calendar of many, many rough nights that were without sleep.
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Reinic: lvl. 8 [1/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [5/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
The aggressive motion caused Reinic to stir; she gave a soft mumble of noise, eyes slowly blinking open. Sleep disturbed, her head lifted, and she turned back into the water with a smooth, silent 'bloop'. Yang took the free moment to re-adjust her sitting on the ledge, where her butt cheek, and most of her leg, had started to go numb. Gingerly standing, leaning heavily on her right, she gave a few firm pats to her leg to get the blood flowing. Standing, she could see where the drops of water had come from Reinic and soaked into her clothes; it was no more than someone running from cover-to-cover in a rain shower, and where it had soaked, had already started to dry. Yang took a second to pick at a piece of dirt that she'd missed from the earlier walk through the garden, rubbing at the smudge it left behind with her finger. In a sterile, productive, and very-serious environment such as her workplace, even this amount of dirt would cause world-ending stress; who knew how regular 'ol dirt could affect things?
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Reinic: lvl. 8 [2/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [6/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 14:53:41 GMT -6
Another soft vibe from her arm, and without hesitation, Yang lifted her wrist to flip the holographic screen on again. Another 'Mail' icon blinked- another update. The messages that were coming and going were an endless cycle of questions-answering-receiving and sending. Yang made a deflating noise of personal inner struggle as she flicked open the message. She wasn't going to be able to stop herself from checking her work log, even away from the office. It was always good to stay connected, especially with such immediacy, as it meant she could be contacted the very instant something took place. It was something else that came with the job, to always be available. No one could ever really know when the wrong chemical would be used, or when an accident would occur; though, Yang grimaced to herself, not doubting for a second that the Labs would attempt to create something that could predict the future. Or at least, try to create something akin to that thought.
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Reinic: lvl. 8 [3/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [7/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 14:59:03 GMT -6
Tensed beyond belief by the time she actually opened the message, Yang steeled herself for catastrophic images, or bolded, impactful words, such as 'HELP' or 'EMERGENCY, CALL OFFICE NOW.' The blue screen flickered with its translucent code, spelling out...another e-mailed update from the shop. The second Chiryma breed was primed; only a handful of chicks were at the clinic, but the strain was so easy to maintain that to process more would be a breeze. Yang let out a low, long wooshing breath, fingers tapping the round holographic keys to answer with another generic 'thank-you' and 'make sure the babes are ok with sharing the pen, if not, there's a divider in the storage shed'. Despite the rarity of those nerve-wracking messages, they were still so profoundly fore-front in Yangs mind that she figured there would be one any day now- maybe something would break and flood, or maybe someone would accidently inject someone else with an injection kit!
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Reinic: lvl. 8 [4/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [8/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 25, 2020 15:06:27 GMT -6
Yang flipped the screen off, for what felt like the millionth time in as many minutes, hardly a hairs-breadth away from just turning the damn communications off so she could put the concept of work at ease. The entirety of it was perfect for her work with DNA, as was her entire purpose back at the Northern Labs, but 'waiting' for something bad to happen was going to have her growing grey, scraggly hair, straight from the top of her head! Rubbing her eyes, a little more gently than earlier, she sat herself back down on the ledge of the pond, giving a deep sigh. Geeze. Reinic acted, in sense, a lily-pad. Just the top of her head peeped above the water, her ears floating effortlessly all around. The clear water showed her legs, gently paddling the water every few seconds, anchored by her tail. She seemed very content, floating in the center of her own, warmed pond, no doubt in the center of the small-jets and bubbling spouts. Yang smiled lightly, taking a easy breath in, and a slow breath out. At least things were good for now. Or, at least far more calm than her mind played things out to be. [...10 minutes later, Yang makes her way back to the gardens...]_____ 10 -done! Reinic: lvl. 8 [5/5] Yang: Lvl. 16 [9/20]
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Post by Jack on Oct 2, 2020 19:25:07 GMT -6
A sunny little Lola!
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