Machine Fur Project IC

[Fitzwilliam Jinglesworth]

04 nodded to his partner at the mention of knowing that the effects would wear off. He then turned to the doctor. "...wait, really?" He smiled to himself, pleased with the thought that he was meaningful to the administration in some way.

[Suzumibachii]

Hopped onto the table as several guards walked into the room weapons ready before the doctors came in. It seemed that protocol when dealing with a toxic subject was a little different. "One... where is your mask?" A brash voice insisted "You are well aware that there is only one place you are allowed to take it off." She remained silent before a loud hit sound escaped from the room. One of the scientists with a  grudge against her venom had hit her for breaking regulation. "It... Wont happen again." All the weapons in the room were still pointed at her as they strapped her down to one of the tables. "Preparing 45cc of compound for intramuscular injections."

Faint whimpering escaped from the room as the large bore needles got pushed into her mayor muscle groups. This was  necessary pain, the ejections strengthened her ability and also rapidly repaired most damage she might have sustained. Laying there for about 15 minutes in almost agonizing pain the scientists came back. "All readings are looking good you are free to leave... and One report back here once more without your mask and I will make sure the administration hears about your failure to obey regulations."

[Lavender_Stripes]

Thirteen approached the scientist who hit one, and presented her mask. They knew she was labeled as a Success, so they were more lenient toward her. "I took it off. There is no need to hit her. She has done nothing hostile. I understand regulations are what they are, yes, but we all deserve to relax. She is not labeled as a Failure yet, and her actions in the last test showed progress and promise. I will be putting in my word to some of the higher-ups. Oh, and have a good day, sir."


She approached One, handing her mask back. "I'm sorry that had to happen..."

[Oedipus Rex]

((Sorry I'm late.))
The mantis was still inside of the locked room that he had been confined to for the past week. His mind itched with boredom. So much that he had learned of the exact time that the small hole in the thick, white metal door would open and give him the only excitement that he got all day. Feeding time.
He looked up at the glowing green clock above his white bed, sitting on a white counter, against a white, metal wall. Thirty seconds until the hatch would open and present him with his food. His life sustaining nutrients ina dull, paste form.
Twenty-two seconds. Why had he been locked in here anyways? All he did was rough up that guard a bit, he never meant to actually hurt him. Or maybe he did, and he just did it subconciesly, it was getting harder to tell by the day.
Ten seconds. He wasn't sure why he even awaited the food, if you could even call it that, at all. It was dull, tasteless paste, and all it did was take away the small amount of emptyness that hunger gave him.
Two seconds, His stomach growled with anticipation, soon it would be filled and he could go back to watching the clock tick by. That's all he ever did these days.

This isn't right. The hatch should be open by now. What's going on? Why haven't they given him his food?
Suddenly the door opened with a soft creaking noise of well oiled hinges, and a man clad in a white lab coat stepped into the doorway.
"Are you ready to re-enter the world of the living 7?"
This hits him as a surprise, surely they would leave him here for at least a month or two. He nod to answer his question.
The man smiles and steps aside, gesturing for him to go out the door.
The mantis slowly did as he was told, and did not object when the scientist put the restraints around his front forelegs.

The scientist led him first to the infirmary, where he preformed multiple tests on the mantis to ensure that he had not gone insane from the week of solitary confinement. After passing them all, the scientist led him to his room where some food was waiting, and removed the restraints.
"I assume that you have learned your lesson 7?"
The mantis nods.
"Good, now rest up, you have some tests to preform in the morning, and we expect you to give it your all."
The scientist closes the door, and the mantis sees his smile fade right before he is out of sight, he expect things are not as they seem.

[Suzumibachii]

Took her ask and placed it over her mouth before clipping it back there was still some bruising under her skin but her bones had mended. "It was my own fault, and he has reason to hate me for taking it off. When i just started getting the treatment I couldnt handle it and ended up biting the scientist giving me the injections." she looked away. "He experienced first hand just how painful contact can be."
Standing up and walking out slowly. "Thank you for that though, I am sure he could have gotten more aggressive if you had not stepped in."

[Lavender_Stripes]

"They always go easier on Successes, dear. You're bound to become one, and when you do it'll be great. I have the utmost faith in you, One. You're strong. You'll make it." She offered a smile. "And anything for a friend."

[shkkf]

The doctor approached 4 as he presented a simple computer towards the other. The machine was locked from the outside and was not able to be started up without hacking. "The testing is simple 4, hack this computer and retrieve the datacore that is within this machine." The man said as he placed the device infront of the goat. "Take your time, there is no timelimit here."
 
3 however was interested in this. Seeing some of the other types using their own gifts was something he hadn't seen happen many times. At least not that he was able to see the others use it directly. Physic powers were invisible and those that had speed and agility rarely showed it in front of 3. But being able to see this goat use his hacking powers was something he did want to see. And he wasn't able to go anywhere due to the guards anyways as they kept 3 under lock.
 
The doctor was able to take note on what 4 during the process of the hacking.

[Fitzwilliam Jinglesworth]

Subject 04 sits down at the computer and attempts to connect to it, using his cybernetic hand to interface with the machine. It seems to take him longer than usual to connect, and his connection gives out several times. Once connected, he puzzles over the machine for a while, trying to find the data core, before finally sighing and disconnecting. "I can't do it. I'm sorry." He frowns, quite frustrated.

The doctor makes some notes on his clipboard, then reads them out. "The subject's connection strength seems to have been compromised, as have the subject's speed of thought, memory, and comprehension. The subject was unable to find the core after twenty minutes and gave up."

[shkkf]

3 had been watching with enthousiasm as the other tried to fetch whatever it was that such a type did in computers. It was strange to see a type work with such machines in that way. They merely touched the computer and they could connect to it, at will it seemed. As if they went virtually inside of the computer, into the digital world. 3 himself cursed his own ability, he himself did not have the luxury or the possibility to command his power.
For his type it was always the same, touch something when you are wounded or when anything is damaged and your body will react towards it. Like a magnet to a fridge, it would always be the same cycle. Not only was this not handy in social areas, but 3 also had realised that anything close to a relationship would be nearly impossible regardless of which gender it would be with. But then again, who in their right mind in this type of situation could honestly find anything remotely close to that weird 'substance' feeling they called love?
 
When 3 saw that the other had given up, the doctor approached 3 after writing down the results of the failed experiment with 4. "Well, 3, you behaved for once... Amazing. Perhaps you aren't as useless as that the administration had seen you were." As 3 could feel the dissproval and the 'I am better then you' feeling wash over him like a tsunami. It sickened 3 to his core that they treated some of the anthro's like this. He was no fool and they were educated so they knew some things about life. Even if it was only about the things that happened within the facility itself. What was beyond those walls? Who knew... Death? Life? Magma? Nothing? None of the types could give a decent answer. Perhaps the psychic ones could, but then agfain... Who knew what they sensed was the truth?

[Suzumibachii]

Smiled happily as the effects of her injections slowly wore of. "So what type are you?" she casually asked Thirteen, not really being able to move freely around the facilities made it that she didnt know as much about the other subjects as she should have

[Lavender_Stripes]

"Artemisian. I assume you're a Hermian?" She's known about the different subject types for a while. She was surprised she remembered which was which, though.

[Suzumibachii]

Giggled "Yes I am, Im not the best subject of this type but during my solo experiences I have heard them say my top speed is the best they have ever record" She smiled quite proudly "Close to 200 kilometers per hour when I bursted, but I normally run slower since keeping that pace for long is tiring. Artemisian... You read thoughts? I heard they make some of the best intelligence agents.
"

[Lavender_Stripes]

"Almost. Emotions and motives. I can tell when someone's lying. A furry lie-detector." She giggled lightheartedly. "It's really cool, though. I can tell if someone really cares for someone else. I try to make friends so I don't have to deal with being lied to, even though it's basically impossible." Thirteen shrugged. "You're really good, too."

[K0brA]

((also apologies for being late here o.o))

Lounging back, laying on his bed, 5 stared at the pages of the book that currently held his interests. Just something he used to pass the time by at times. He paused and stared up to his ceiling as the announcement come through, closing his book with a grin and sitting up..

"7, eh? Hmm, well that doesn't sound very challenging.."

He hops out of the bed, making his way out of his room, down a handful of corridors, and into the training prep room where his swords are already taken out of their safe and set out for him. He picks on up, pulling it from its sheath, tapping the blade end on the counter a couple times, then looking at it with dismay.

"As dull as ever I see.. I'm well aware I can't kill, but at least let me have SOME fun in these exercises."

The couple of the technicians working in the room ignore the comment, seeing as how both they and 5 knew well enough that this was a precaution that was necessary. They start to tell him about his training partner when he promptly interrupts, cutting them off and dismissing what they're saying with a raise and wave of an arm.

"Your partner today is going to be nu--"

"I know already.. Subject number 7, Herculean, bad temper, beat up a guard.. Thanks for the intel. I heard the story, I know who he is. Don't worry, I'll give him a good firm spanking for you guys."

"This is only a training exercise, 5.."

He turns with a grin "Well then I'll teach him a lesson.." and makes his way out the other side of the room, and into the combat training room where he takes a seat on the ground against the wall, waiting silently for 7's arrival.

[Oedipus Rex]

I am half asleep when the intercom buzzes. After jumping in surprise, I look up at it.
"Number seven, please report to the training prep room."
This was unexpected, but not unwanted. Laying here in my room wasn't much better than laying in that cell. I stood up from the pallet on the floor and exited the room, making my way down the series of corridors to the prep room.

The technicians perform some final tests on me, including some physical tests this time, and tell me who I'm fighting. "You're fighting subject number 5 today." I nod, no need in voicing my opinion.
After they complete they physical, they tell me to go wait in the training room. I do so.