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Post by Nyx on Feb 24, 2008 18:08:59 GMT -5
Goly considered the raccoons words for a moment before shrugging. Tests didn't bother him overly uch. He was more than a little used to being poked and prodded on, some of his clientel was a bit on the odd side, but he didn't mind that much either. It was the normal ones he had to watch out for. I don't have a problem with you testing me, and any type of wings woule be. . .well interesting to say the least. I don't have to be able to actually use them. He shrugged again and turned his attention to the female who was starting to lead them into what he assumed was her work shop. Time to earn some money!
The first thing he noticed was the large metal table. Boy was that gonna be cold. Oh well, just another thing he would have to deal with the earn his keep.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 24, 2008 18:56:13 GMT -5
"All right," Rocky said with a grin. That worked out then. Decorative wings would be a lot easier than anything else to attach, it was just a matter of if they would flop around uselessly or not. Ugh, fooling with necrotic tissue was so difficult sometimes.
He trotted along behind the pair of felines. He was the last to enter the room, and wasn't the least bit surprised at the metal table. Very few Corvies that experimented on Cards didn't have one of those. Rocky even had a similar table for his experiments, even when he only used small animals. He set his bag down and watched Besaba "do her thing."
Rocky was content on waiting his turn. He didn't want to linger, but he would just be taking a few blood samples and injecting one or two drugs into his system to test for antibodies and such. He couldn't do anything proper until he had found a set of wings to match the feline.
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Post by Nyx on Mar 15, 2008 22:28:02 GMT -5
Goly nodded toward Rocky as he hopped rather gracefully onto the table, stretching out to make himself as comfortable as he possibly could. A sudden thought popped into his head, something that really didn't happen all that often. Just where is it that these wings are going to come from. Are you going to give me something to make me grow them, or are they going to come from. . .other sources? He wasn't sure what made him think that, but suddenly it was very important. I mean if you are going to go out and kill something ust to attack the wings to me. . .well, I don't think I am OK with that, no matter now much cash you are willing to push my way
Granted, he REALLY needed the money, but murder was. . .well, wrong. He didn't really think the raccoon was the type to go out and kill something. . .or someone just to stick a pair of wings on him, but he had been wrong in the past.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 15, 2008 22:44:18 GMT -5
Kari, Nyx and Tigs receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 19, 2008 19:21:58 GMT -5
Rocky was shocked at the very suggestion of murdering someone. His tiny wings fluffed up and he gave the feline an indignant look. "I would never murder an innocent person so I could use their wings. And no, I can't just magically make them grow out of your back. If that were possible I would have done it a long time ago."
He fiddle a bit with his bag, pulling out some carefully packaged needles and bags. Thankfully he had managed to keep a cooling system in the bag. It wouldn't last for much longer so he would probably have to run like the dickens once he took the samples. That or he could ask that... woman... about using her fridge. Maybe he would wait until the last minute to take the samples.
"To be honest I can use wings off of a cadaver. As horrible as that sounds, I deal with a rather nice medical supplier. All the bodies are clean and it's pretty easy to find the proper color to match your wings. That or I would probably take a blue bird or something and use their wings." He shrugged.
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Post by Tigeress on Mar 22, 2008 16:38:41 GMT -5
The feline waited patiently, cocking her head with a rather bemused grin at the male's question regarding murder. How cute. Luckily Rocky didn't seem the type to be too into that, to be honest, she hadn't considered it either. Well, sometimes accidents happened, but she'd never outright kill anyone. But if she came across something someone was no longer using, she wasn't hesitant to take what she needed and leave the rest. As terrible as it sounded, she didn't have the money to constantly go through a medical supplier.
"Alright, I can offer you a few things. A mane perhaps? I have some rather interesting designs you could choose from, multi-functional even. I've also been testing out a method of changing the... material for different parts of the body. I've almost perfected crystal, except I find it difficult to get to ah.. solidify in the body. However, the solution I came up with would make a spectacular effect on the eyes..." She had wanted to use it on herself at one point, but decided that she was quite attractive enough without needing crystal eyes.
Strangely enough, none of her practices were ever intentially meant to end up as beauty procedures, but somehow they almost always seemed to end up that way. She'd seen the woman her last customer had used her potion on, and although savage in nature, the hair had come out looking spectacular if she did say so herself. The crystal had been an honest attempt to change the skin, muscle, and/or inner flesh to make it more difficult to destroy, but she just hadn't quite perfected it yet.
"What'll it be? Have anything else in mind?"
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Post by Nyx on Mar 22, 2008 19:08:37 GMT -5
The male breathed a sigh of relief when Rocky told him that no murder would be involved. He just didn't want to be any part of something like that, no matter how much he was being paid. A guy had to draw the line somewhere after all. That is definatly good to know. He thought about the wings of a bluebird, that would be very nice actually, nice and pretty and matching well with his coat. Well, it would seem that you have thought of everything then.
His attention was turned back to the female, his lips instant curling up at the edges, trick of the trade. He thought for a moment, carefully considering her words. A mane might not be such a bad idea, though the crystal things with the eyes kinda threw him off. A lot of things could go wrong when tampering with the eyes. I think a mane would do nicely Mi'Lady, wouldn't want to tamper with my eyes, just on the rare chance that something could go wrong. Not that he was expecting anything to go wrong, but when it came right down to it, he was pretty much leaving his life in the paws of two total strangers.
[[ooc: dang it, my gradients didn't work, and I just don't feel like going back and fixing anything]]
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 23, 2008 19:58:05 GMT -5
Rocky sighed to himself as he looked through his bag. He had probably done this one to many times. One day he would get paid for putting wings on people. He just had to perfect the process. The feline probably wasn't going to appreciate the surgery. Oh, maybe he should mention that?
Oh whatever, let the Besaba woman do her thing. He needed to check if he had the right syringes and if his bag was going to stay cold enough. He slipped it shut after pulling out the proper set of disposable needles. He should have enough to take the proper amount of blood samples. Matching types would be interested. Maybe he should just settle with blue bird wings? It wouldn't be that much trouble pumping the proper blood type in those.
"Once you're finished with Miss Besaba, I'll get a bit of blood from you and then I absolutely have to run back to my lab. I need to test type and such."
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Post by Tigeress on Mar 24, 2008 13:58:41 GMT -5
She did a bit of a joke-salute to the raccoon, as a fellow Corvistowne he wasn't nearly as pushing and overbearing as she'd expected. It pleased her that he allowed her to go first, and after glancing at his bag and noting the syringes, she tapped her lip in thought.
"I have a fridge in the back you can use if you need to keep anything chilled while you're waiting. Just avoid the upper two shelves, the bottom one is empty and you wouldn't want to accidentally take anything from the top two, ahem." She winked and grinned, turning back to the feline who waited so patiently in front of her for her to continue.
"A mane it is then. What would you like? Just plain old mane or something multi-functional perhaps? I've perfected a mane that you can will like a beautiful flowing set of many extra limbs to move and grab things and do as you wish. Other than that, did you have a colour preference? One colour, or multiple, any patterns? I can get rather specific if you let me know all the details." She smiled at this, confused once more how she had managed to become talented in the ways of making strange beauty items. It really wasn't her passion at all, but she needed so many more resources and funding to do what she truly wanted, this was all just building everything up for her.
"As I don't require any samples from our friend here, you won't have to wait long. My mane tonic process is strictly laboratory mixing, so you shouldn't have a long wait at all." She informed Rocco, in case he'd been curious as to how she intended on working. She was glad their subject had chosen what he did, as two surgeries would have been a bit much for anyone to bear, even for the sake of science. There was just such a larger chance of things going wrong. Luckily, he'd picked something that was comfortable for her to do, so she was very confident this would end well on her part.
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Post by Nyx on Apr 1, 2008 13:18:45 GMT -5
The Ranger rolled around on the table for a moment, settling to lie on his back as Besaba spoke. He really hadn't given much thought to what kind of anything he would want considering that he just woke up this morning and decided that he needed some cash. Really, the last place he thought he would find himself was in a lab being experimented on. Oh well, another page in his book of life. That is a very good question. A mane that is actually capable of 'doing' something sounds very interesting and could bring me in a lot of new customers. . .uh attention. But I wouldn't want it to get in the way of day to day activities. Maybe he should just start keeping his mouth shut, he didn't want to know what kind of reaction the two scientists would have when they found out they were dealing with a common whore. Yes, something functional would be nice. As for color, just as long as it doesn't clash with my fur. . .maybe blue with silver highlights? Really it is up to you, you are paying me afterall, it isn't like I have come to you for the service, so if there is anything that you need to work at perfecting, feel free to use me as you will.
His attention turned once more th the male, watching as he pulled the needles from his bag. Needles didn't bother him, he had grow rather used to the surprisingly. He simply watched for now, waiting for the experimentations to start.
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