Machine Fur Project IC

[Lavender_Stripes]

Thirteen picked up her pace, walking side by side with Three. "It's been a while. Have you really been treated fairly?" This of course was not the real question. No, no, the real question was coming soon. "Everything's been alright? You seem to be rather irritated. You resent them, don't you? Resent me because they deemed me a Success when we both tried so hard. You can't lie to me, really. So just tell me the truth. I promise I won't be sad." Seems she just wanted to know if he still liked her, just putting that undertone into a flurry of questions. Wonder if it worked?

[Suzumibachii]

Tilted her head to 4 before clearing her throat. "It will be interesting limiting myself again. I normally get told to go full out. Mainly to see how far I can get pushed..." she instantly became nervous and worried and she bit her own  lip under the mask hard enough to actually draw blood before shaking her head. "Stop thinking about that One." she said out with a hushed tone. "So you are Four? I am glad I finally get to meet all of you more personally, I mean iv seen you around and seen the tests but I haven't really had the opportunity to talk."  She looked out intot he hallway before motioning to Four. "Its this way..." She was still worried as she realized that today's test would either push her into the rank of Success or Failure. Dammit One, you screwed up...today of all days you had to go and break regulations...twice...Idiot She thought to herself.

[Oedipus Rex]

I watch 5, looking for holes in his defence. I stare right back into his eyes, and watch as he looks into mine. He seems to stare into my eyes no matter how I move, possibly looking for the facial expression that mammals give before they attack. This seems exploitable.
I position my body as if I am about to sprint for him and quickly go forward about a foot when I lift up my right legs and slam them into the ground, creating a large indent and sending myself flying towards the arena wall.
I land there and kick my hind legs down on the wall, unfolding my wings as I do so. While my species cannot fly fully, we can get great bursts of speed from our wings. I launch myself at 5, forelegs outstretched, and intend to tackle him down.

[Fitzwilliam Jinglesworth]

04 followed the reptile, extending a hand to her shake. "Yup. I'm 4. Don't think I've really spoken to you either. You excited?" He turned his head to her, grinning.

[K0brA]

5 watches with amusement was the mantis leaps around the fighting ring, his advanced ability to react and use a quick burst of speed alerting him to narrowly dive out of the way of 7 as he careens through the air towards him. He quickly gets himself back onto his feet and faces his opponent.

"Well, that was a neat little trick. I certainly didn't see that one coming.. Unfortunately.." He grabs the sword at his shoulder, pulling it free and pointing towards 7 "next time I will.."

He gets back into stance, and this time decides to make the attack, going for a standard head on charge with a side swing, always minding the mantis' movements in case he needs to dodge or is presented with a more opportune opening to strike.

[Oedipus Rex]

I pound the other side of the arena and land back on the ground. Turning just in time to see 5 lower the sword, trying to hit me head. I barely manage to move my upper body in time, making him hit my more heavily armored abdomen instead.
The hit hurts, but not enough to stop me from noticing the obvious opening in front of me. I quickly grab the side of the mammal and try lifting him up in the air, intending to slam him down and pin him.

[K0brA]

Figuring this seems to be one fight where distance leaves no advantage, he feigns an attempt at dodging, taking one big win or lose risk and allowing himself to be grabbed. Once lifted up, he makes what may be his last chance to win, using his speed boost again to swiftly and in one lightening fast motion draw his side sword and swing, aiming for the mantis' head.

[Oedipus Rex]

I make the move to throw him down but am stopped halfway by a sharp blow to my head. Instead, I manage to throw him across the arena and into the back wall, not trying to hurt him but instead to give me a small amount of time to recover. I shake my head and recover to see 5 sailing towards the wall. The thin line of bright green blood running down my face doesn't go unnoticed.

[K0brA]

5 was fortunate that he was only thrown as hard as he was, as this could have ended much worse. Still, this was certainly no gentle toss. He turned himself about in the air and braced for impact on the wall, landing feet first and feeling the impact travel through his legs. 'This is it..now or never..' He thinks to himself as he puts all his strength into pushing off of the wall, covering about half the distance between them before he lands, and sprinting the rest of the distance to his opponent, both swords ready to make one final attack. He pulls back for his swing, and in another attempt to catch 7 off guard, he uses his speed burst to dash around him, leaping into the air in hopes to bring one more, and hopefully last, blow down onto him to the back of his head.

[shkkf]

3 looked at 13 as he suddenly stopped. He let her questions roll in his mind, analysing them. Trying to figure out what she wanting him to really say. But he already had his answer ready for her. His eyes connected with her own and he merely sighed, before smiling.

"Well, you know how they treat Failures. Haha. So to answer it properly." As the feline crossed his own arms. "According to your standards, no we aren't treated well. But to Failure standards? Ah it isn't too bad." Shrugging a little before looking up at the ceiling. "You know, if you want to ask me if I would dislike you for being a Succes then you are mistaken... Even sphychics can be wrong. No I am not disliking anyone." He said gently, how 3 wished he could show true comfort to 13 right now.

The male pondered, trying to figure out the correct words without seeming rude or anything. "Failure, Succes, it doesn't depend on what we find. But what those humans over there think of us... They decide, not us. Well I did not play that game of theirs." As he thought on memories long gone. "Failures would jump at becomming a Succes... Successes are afraid of demotion. But me? I don't dislike neither... True some are arrogant." With his mind shifting to 5. "But me?... I have had time to think. To to ponder and I decided for myself I wanted to accept Failure. The Administration first stated I was a Succes!" He said his voice showing some humor in the situation. "But I disobeyed on purpose... Honestly? I only feel pitty for the other Types and Subjects in our Unit." As 3 took in a deep breath. "I pitty everyone, for I have something that is worth more then a title and some luxury... I had made my own... Choice." As he smiled to 13, more so then before. He had chosen himself to be a Failure even when he could have been a succes. And he did it knowingly, not because he was bored, no 3 took it knowing what would happen and challanged the Administrators as such.

"I know stupid no? They would have me shot if I wasn't the only living Hadesian that evolved this well." As he grinned. "So no, I don't dislike you at all 13. You are still a good friend." As he winked at her.

[Oedipus Rex]

This mammal just doesn't give up...
Right, It's time to quit fooling around.
I watch as 5 sprints toward me and prepare myself, expecting for him to try and poke me with his sword again.
However when he dashes around me , I am a bit surprised. I quickly turn and swivel my head to see him jumping into the air. A hint of a smile forms on my face.
I extend my spiked forelegs upward and quickly dash forward, half catching, half snatching him in mid air. I pull him close and hold him tightly between my forelegs, creating a vice grip.

[Lavender_Stripes]

Thirteen looked up at Three, on account of him being at least a good foot taller than her. She seemed to relax, and she lightly slugged his shoulder. "That foolish sense of pride will get you into trouble one of these days. Well, more trouble." She giggled to herself, her tail swaying thoughtfully. "As for psychic, I guess you could say that. I don't consider myself a full blown psychic though. I was designed to be an assassin. An inside-agent. If I was deployed I'd be able to take care of any target while questioning others. I'd know if they're lying. That's really the extent of it. Sometimes I wish I could read thoughts. It'd make the emotions that came with them much easier to figure out." Another pause as she gathered her thoughts. "I'm glad you don't hate me. The humans aren't so bad, though. They're like...our family. They feed and house us and let us discover our true potential. They want us to be all we can be. I've felt no reason not to trust them as of yet. I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted to hear..."

Thirteen gave the male a look. One of pity, but also one of caring and concern. She knew physical contact was forbidden, which is why she took her paw back when she reached to give some resemblance of a hug. "Remember when we could hug and wrestle and nap together? Before..." The cat shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Oh never mind. This moping around will get us nowhere. C'mon. Go pee so I can kick your butt like always." Thirteen was back to her old giggly self. Well, almost. She was glad at least HER emotions were private as she skipped down the hall and reunited with One and Four.

[Suzumibachii]

Walking with Four, she felt two hands hit down on her shoulder to stop her from walking further. "One...hold it." Turning around and looking at the two security personal now standing in front of her. "What is it now?" Nodding they told Four to continue on his business, before motioning to One so she would follow them back to some of the labs. "Subject 7-01 en route" was all they said to her at that point.

[shkkf]

3 couldn't help but chuckle and sigh in relief when he saw 13 ran off. What she had said was true and a few memories of before they were altered into what they are now went through his mind. Memories of a more happier time, before the needles, before the pain and sorrow he now knew. It was gnawing at him at times, others might have noticed it or not, but to 3 this place felt more like a prison then an actuall home. True homes like in the movies were much more cozy, they shared smaller houses, didn't need to do surgeries and what not or become weapons of destruction.
The cat shivered as his ears drooped downwards, his face turning angry before he growled and walked towards the restroom.
 
After he had relieved himself of his bladder, the man just kept thinking on those feelings. There was so much he did not know, so many questions that were kept unanswered, whenever he did ask anything to the doctors or the likes, well he was met with nothing but a cold wall to talk too.
 
He shook his head trying to focuss on his suggestion he had given some of the others. As the male then walked down the hallway back to the mess hall, "With some luck we might get all 8 of Unit togheter. Now that would be fun... I hope." As he looked to the left to see a few guards again, making him a bit nervous. All these guns everywhere as if they were afraid of the Subjects. Well he couldn't blame them. 7 - 8 sadly was one of the people that, well, it wasn't pretty what happened to that furr.
 
3 moved to the mess hall to see that 1 was being taken away, or to him it seemed to be. Only himself, 13 and 4 remained in the room as a result. With one of the cleaning personel already having begun to take away the empty plates, giving a snare at them. "Uuh, so what now?..." He blinked kind of in the dark for their soccer match.

[Fitzwilliam Jinglesworth]

04 shrugs to the cat, oblivious to his own lack of ideas.

"We go to the game?"