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Post by Bee on Nov 14, 2008 2:13:42 GMT -5
"Not very long," Thalia assured him. He appeared quite distressed about something. Was it the fact that he had passed out? Mama's test subjects fainted all over the place; Tosiek just didn't have any Corvie blood to give him the proper resoluteness, looking at things from Mama's point of view. She would have to let him know later that this was just a fact of genetics and no fault of his own. "You took it like a man," she added. This was also factually correct if one were looking at the situation from Mom's point of view.
She looked around their cage. "We need to find some way to bust out of here." Unfortunately, the bars and locks all looked exceedingly thick and secure. They didn't have any kind of tool that they might use to even begin working their way through, and Thalia couldn't even poke a tentacle out to try to reach something. They needed to find some way to not be doomed.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2008 2:35:13 GMT -5
Tosiek gave a low sigh of relief that Thalia didn't think poorly of him now, though he didn't think her description of him taking like it like a man was even vaguely true. Still, if it made her happy with him, he'd take it.
He pushed himself up and tried very hard to not think about the pain from the needle point earlier. A small shudder twitched his wings, but he forced his attention to follow the girl's. They had to get out. . . How were they going to get out?
He resettled his wings and started inspecting around them. For all that the woman seemed a bit like an airhead herself, the cage seemed highly secure. Tosiek went to the door and grasped it carefully with his talons. He gave it a hard rattle, but though it shook a little, it didn't have any real give to it. "#*$(.." It would have been too much to hope that it would have just worked.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2008 2:44:51 GMT -5
The man opened his arms to show off the changes. "Well, what do you think?" he asked in a peculiarly gentle voice. "They were all once in your shoes, actually," the Corvistowneian continued lightly. "I carry a piece of every Card that's ever inhabited that cage."
Eir's ears flattened suddenly as he stared hard at the other man. He seriously didn't like where this was going. "I think you're crazy."
The patchwork Card tilted his head quizzically and made a soft tsking sound under his breath. "No, no. That's not right. Everyone says that you're the crazy one. That's why you're here." He smiled widely at the horse. "My notes say. . . " he paused to check. "Cannibalism. That would make you quite crazy indeed."
Eir gave a harsh snort. "No, I'm simply being true to my nature. You're a freak."
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Post by Bee on Nov 14, 2008 2:54:09 GMT -5
Thalia did a very thorough job testing the cage for any kind of weakness to be detected, but there were none. Finally, she slumped against Tosiek, huffing in frustration.
"We're gonna have to try to overpower her and then bolt when she opens the cage to let us out in the morning," she said, with a heavy sigh. "I think it's our only remotely fizzable solution at this point. For now we may as well do what she says and sleep."
She gathered the couple of blankets in the pen and arranged them into a nice little nest. There was no pillow to be found, so Tosiek was going to have to suffice. She wiggled close again. The soft feathery plummage was surprisingly comfortable. "You can use a tentacle if you like," she offered. "They're kinda soft and squishy. Night, Tosiek. Hopefully we'll live through tomorrow."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2008 9:36:03 GMT -5
Tosiek gave his own sigh of frustration at their predicament, but settled down when Thalia slumped into him. He was tense at first but she snuggled into him and, after several minutes, his own body relaxed with the warm weight of her curled up beside him.
He did as he was told in regards to the pillow and was surprised to find his eyelids slipping closed. It had been along day and as the stress slipped away in lieu of sleep, he realized that he had the beginnings of a headache. That was just great.
One ear cupped to swivel towards Thalia and listened to her even breathing. "Good night, Thalia," he said softly, letting his own breath fall into a long, drawn, steady pattern. His practicality was shoving to the fore again; as frightening as it was and despite the very un-reassuring 'live through tomorrow' statement, they just wouldn't think or do as well without a good night's sleep.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2008 10:05:48 GMT -5
The Corvie twitched, but quickly smoothed his smile out again. "Well, we'll see in the end who's right." He moved off to the side and began preparing a few potions. "In any case, we'll start the observations tomorrow. Tonight I want to be certain you have a good night's sleep. That's very important, you know."
Eir watched this with an air of interest, though he had no idea what the man was actually doing. He listened to the glass clinking around, but, for the most part, found this to be tedious at best. "You may as well not bother," the young stallion replied dryly. "My biggest trouble sleeping will be forgetting your ugly self. I'd hate to get nightmares."
The Corvie froze in his work, twitching once, before turning with two beakers in hand. He was squeezing them gently, as though it were through sheer will that he kept from breaking them. "Well, that's good for you. You won't mind drinking these up then now would you?" He stuck them through the bars, eyes staring at Eir flatly.
Eir snorted again. "As if." He turned his back on the man.
The Corvie gave that particular smile again. "Very well. I'll just leave them there for you. Sleep well." And, with that, he let himself out of the room, very quietly shutting the door behind him.
Eir turned his head only after the man was gone then turned his attention to chewing through his ropes. He had every intention of getting out of there tonight.
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Post by Bee on Nov 16, 2008 1:54:43 GMT -5
They were woken in the morning by the ever-chipper voice of their scientist announcing that they were both fit as could be (Thalia's allergies and Tosiek's vision problems notwithstanding) and the experiments should begin immediately. When Thalia woke, bleary-eyed, she thought for one wild moment of pure joy that the woman had left the door of the cage open and that their opportunity had arisen--but she caught herself before she made the lunge. It was very likely still shut. She just wasn't seeing it, as usual. There was a minor flaw in their escape plan after all. She needed Tosiek's eyes.
The woman had not come near the cages yet, but was instead preparing a wide variety of instruments. More needles--poor Tosiek--and an assortment of serums. The woman seemed to specialize in correcting in-born problems and improving upon them. She was determined that by the time she was done with Tosiek, he would have eyes all over to see everywhere, and that his original pair would be so good that he could see the composition of a grain of sand; she likewise stated her goal for Thalia to be able to properly digest not only strawberries but metal.
And like any true Corvie, she seemed to go about this in the most haphazard and unsafe manner possible. She came for Tosiek first.
"We think that this magical chemical solution can alter the eyes to allow for extra-ordinary vision. We also think it might allow people to create universes and speak in perfect rhyming iambic pentameter. There are minor side effects, of course, but don't let that get you down."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 20, 2008 15:54:41 GMT -5
Unfortunately for their predicament, Tosiek still couldn't see much of anything. He blinked himself awake with a rather heavy head. His dreams had been dark and full of shadowed threats he didn't fully understand. He turned his head to face the woman's movements, though he couldn't see the majority of what she was doing; she was too far away and some of her instruments were too small for his poor eyes. He hated being so terribly near-sighted, but the Corvie's word brought no encouragement when she suddenly pulled him out of the cage and plopped him down on the table.
"I don't need better vision that bad!" he growled in response and the next thing he knew there was a needle jabbed into his haunch. Oh, no; not another needle! The world swayed with him as panic bubbled up and froze his brain.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 20, 2008 16:03:31 GMT -5
When the Corvie man walked in, it was to a mess. Both of the potions had been poured out, a face he found interesting. A glance towards the young stallion showed no sign as to whether or not he had tasted them before doing so.
Eir was sitting on the other side of his cage, tail flicking idly; for the world, he appeared to have no worries or concerns. Besides the mess dribbled on the far side, the horse had managed to kick the beakers out to smash into the other tables, which had broken some of the other containers and instruments. Broken glass and metal littered most of the floor.
"Well, well, well," the scientist said softly. "You've had a productive night."
Eir's ears twitched, but he said nothing. In truth, the teenager was more than a little annoyed; no matter what he'd tried, he hadn't been able to even loosen his cage door. In retaliation, he'd broken as many things as he possibly could.
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Post by Bee on Nov 27, 2008 19:09:35 GMT -5
The experimenting went rather quickly, all things considered, and when Tosiek was stuffed back in the cage, Thalia was very quickly pulled out, and given her own injection. It made her tummy feel funny, and she desperately hoped that none of her internal organs were getting scrambled beyond repair. She had a bright idea, though. While the woman was focused on administering the serums and chatting about how great it was going to be to observe them and watch their progress (and modify injections as necessary), she let her tentacles wander to do what her tentacles loved best to do—steal things.
She gathered whatever she could carefully and discreetly hold—anything that might assist them in getting the hell out of there. Sharp instruments, tiny vials of weird smoky shit that looked like it might be good for a distraction, anything and everything. She babbled happily at the scientist, who seemed pleased that she had someone in her clutches who understood science.
She felt accomplished when she was pushed back into the cage with Tosiek. Now, it was only a matter of time and opportunity.
Hopefully.
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