Post by Raron on Dec 5, 2009 18:05:28 GMT -5
At three o clock pm on a Sunday afternoon within the Polar Dome a figure lay sprawled across a couch near the door to the R and D section of the facility. The scent of sea salt and burning tobacco wafted from a cigarette held in his mouth as he lay upon his back with his hands behind his head. His banged up metal tail slowly scraped it's way back and forth across the floor sending a slight screech into the otherwise silent air. From time to time a door opened and talk was heard. Incomprehensible talk of current and backlash echoed and then vanished with the closing of another door. The graying green of the figure was lit unkindly by the lights above making him look sickly and unhealthy despite his physical size and obvious healthy body. His eyes were almost closed and from time to time his mind wandered from one subject to another. It kept drifting back to the look in the face of a certain avian as she stacked books in utter happiness. He remembered the way her feathers fell on her face, the set of her beak, the light in her eyes. He wondered if that maybe....
"Mr. Ridge! So sorry to keep you waiting."
Tarsus forced his eyes to open slowly and forced himself not to jump to attention or grab for any of the weapons that weren't even on his body. The security standards of the facility meant he was unarmed... well as unarmed as a massively built furre with a metal clad tail, sharp teeth, and claws gets.
Tarsus leaned foward until his back was off the couch and sat up scratching the side of his head. His entire bodies language said he was tired and bored while within his own mind he was cursing himself for not noticing the other furre's approach. He gazed with bored looking eyes at the furre. His lab coat was state of the art fiber, electronics wired into every inch of fabric. It was so clean it almost glowed white under the lights. The furre's trim was slim he was almost like a plank as his body went stright up from toes to head without unslightly bumps or bulges. In fact Tarsus was not entirely sure it was a male he was talking to. The cat's hair was styled and washed and even from a few feet away Tarsus could smell a hint of lavender around him or her. The furre was young. He couldn't be more then twenty Tarsus figured how one so young got in his position Tarsus didn't know.... He did know he wasn't quite comfortable with the appraising look he gave the old furre. He had a strong suspicion the doctor found what he was looking at more acceptable then what Tarsus saw in the mirror.
He decided to ignore that and stood up as the other began talking a mile a minute.
"Again sorry I took so long Mr. Ridge but some... incidents required my personal attention as you know as one of the prime researchers of this facility my time is limited as well hahah there is only one of me to go around but maybe someday we will be able to fix that. Haha"
Tarsus grunted in response.
"As you already know you have been called in to test another tail we do so appreciate your cooperation with us though haha you are well compensated for your time as you know. Hmmm one has to wonder if you perhaps would like to get paid instead in one of our new models we could wave some restrictions for someone as..."
The Furre's eyes met Tarsus's.
"Helpful as you. We could fit you for one today all it would take is a few minutes and it would be more... fitting of one with your skill."
The Doctor's eyes looked with contempt at the battered and scratched tail attacked to Tarsus. To the doctor it was a relic totally unsuitable for the furre in front of him. Tarsus looked at the doctor for a moment and without cracking his professional veneer he simply replied.
"No."
"But Mr-"
A small whine seemed to come into the doctors voice.
"No. I accept cash from you and yours. You machines are the top of the line. The cream of the crop... but this tail of mine has survived things you could not comprehend. It is not simple about function it is about knowing exactly how it will move, how it will behave, how it weighs. I know this tail as well as my own limbs. I am not about to discard it and spend the next few months getting used to a new shiny toy and I would have to to prevent it from throwing me off my... game as it were."
The doctor looked dismayed for a moment as was blissfully silent and then he smiled and stated tapping at the air making a note.
"Interesting. New data we will have to incorporate. Time of adjustment not satisfactory yet. Another dilemma that must be solved. Limbs need to be more at home then the ones the user was born with."
The doctor seemed excited by the prospect and Tarsus groaned as he followed the never silent cat to a set of double doors into the R and D facility. The cat stopped and then turned to Tarsus mid speech.
"Oh and no smoking in the R and D rooms Mr. Ridge."
Tarsus looked down at the small figure and the thought of snapping the blabbermouth's neck and walking away flashed through the primal part of his mind... instead he reached up and pinched out the cigarette with his claws and then tilted back his head and opened his mouth and began to chew on the partly smoked butt. The cat's eyes widened in fascination and then he turned and indicated Tarsus to follow.
Gleaming white walls framed the room, state of the art computers glowed and beeped, subjects could be seen through curtains as parts were swapped out and though a half opened curtain Tarsus could see a familiar figure. A furre he had met at the bar...
"Vladma?"
"Mr. Ridge! So sorry to keep you waiting."
Tarsus forced his eyes to open slowly and forced himself not to jump to attention or grab for any of the weapons that weren't even on his body. The security standards of the facility meant he was unarmed... well as unarmed as a massively built furre with a metal clad tail, sharp teeth, and claws gets.
Tarsus leaned foward until his back was off the couch and sat up scratching the side of his head. His entire bodies language said he was tired and bored while within his own mind he was cursing himself for not noticing the other furre's approach. He gazed with bored looking eyes at the furre. His lab coat was state of the art fiber, electronics wired into every inch of fabric. It was so clean it almost glowed white under the lights. The furre's trim was slim he was almost like a plank as his body went stright up from toes to head without unslightly bumps or bulges. In fact Tarsus was not entirely sure it was a male he was talking to. The cat's hair was styled and washed and even from a few feet away Tarsus could smell a hint of lavender around him or her. The furre was young. He couldn't be more then twenty Tarsus figured how one so young got in his position Tarsus didn't know.... He did know he wasn't quite comfortable with the appraising look he gave the old furre. He had a strong suspicion the doctor found what he was looking at more acceptable then what Tarsus saw in the mirror.
He decided to ignore that and stood up as the other began talking a mile a minute.
"Again sorry I took so long Mr. Ridge but some... incidents required my personal attention as you know as one of the prime researchers of this facility my time is limited as well hahah there is only one of me to go around but maybe someday we will be able to fix that. Haha"
Tarsus grunted in response.
"As you already know you have been called in to test another tail we do so appreciate your cooperation with us though haha you are well compensated for your time as you know. Hmmm one has to wonder if you perhaps would like to get paid instead in one of our new models we could wave some restrictions for someone as..."
The Furre's eyes met Tarsus's.
"Helpful as you. We could fit you for one today all it would take is a few minutes and it would be more... fitting of one with your skill."
The Doctor's eyes looked with contempt at the battered and scratched tail attacked to Tarsus. To the doctor it was a relic totally unsuitable for the furre in front of him. Tarsus looked at the doctor for a moment and without cracking his professional veneer he simply replied.
"No."
"But Mr-"
A small whine seemed to come into the doctors voice.
"No. I accept cash from you and yours. You machines are the top of the line. The cream of the crop... but this tail of mine has survived things you could not comprehend. It is not simple about function it is about knowing exactly how it will move, how it will behave, how it weighs. I know this tail as well as my own limbs. I am not about to discard it and spend the next few months getting used to a new shiny toy and I would have to to prevent it from throwing me off my... game as it were."
The doctor looked dismayed for a moment as was blissfully silent and then he smiled and stated tapping at the air making a note.
"Interesting. New data we will have to incorporate. Time of adjustment not satisfactory yet. Another dilemma that must be solved. Limbs need to be more at home then the ones the user was born with."
The doctor seemed excited by the prospect and Tarsus groaned as he followed the never silent cat to a set of double doors into the R and D facility. The cat stopped and then turned to Tarsus mid speech.
"Oh and no smoking in the R and D rooms Mr. Ridge."
Tarsus looked down at the small figure and the thought of snapping the blabbermouth's neck and walking away flashed through the primal part of his mind... instead he reached up and pinched out the cigarette with his claws and then tilted back his head and opened his mouth and began to chew on the partly smoked butt. The cat's eyes widened in fascination and then he turned and indicated Tarsus to follow.
Gleaming white walls framed the room, state of the art computers glowed and beeped, subjects could be seen through curtains as parts were swapped out and though a half opened curtain Tarsus could see a familiar figure. A furre he had met at the bar...
"Vladma?"