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Post by girlie on Aug 14, 2009 9:01:46 GMT -5
Sasha could only sit and stare and breathe. She didn't know what more she could or should say so instead she let the idea of the Oddysian sink slowly into her mind, letting it become more and more normal each time she thought it through.
"At least you guys got lucky in the immunity department. If someone tried to poison me that's probably it for me."
The tiger gave him a weak smile, resorting back to staring at Issaic and his collarbone, which now was mostly closed and scabbed over. The thought occured to her that she might like the ability to heal that quickly because it would save her a lot of down time between missions. It also occurred to her that if she had that ability, she would become more of a target for things like poison after word got around.
"This is an odd sort of question, but, how long have you guys been around? And you appear to be close to my age possibly, so where did you grow up if not in St. Lucent?"
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 14, 2009 11:36:13 GMT -5
Deep down, the hybrid smiled to himself, glad that Sasha seemed to take a curious interest in his kind. Most others would immediately discourage the existence of such beingsout of fear of their superiority, and hatred of their impure genetics. Hybrids weren't exactly popular in St. Lucent.
"Well, the Odyssians have been around for a long time. Where they are created, I can't tell you," he put his boot back on and stood. "As for me, I've lived in this city my whole 28 years of existence," he said with a disarming smile. He looked out the glass door leading out to the balcony, wondering if he was overstaying his welcome now that his wound had mostly healed. Still, why he had healed so fast still confounded him...
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Post by girlie on Aug 14, 2009 22:28:04 GMT -5
The tiger saw her guest eyeing up the balcony and figured that he would be on his way out. However, Sasha dearly hoped he would stay longer - she still had so many questions about his kind and his strengths and such.
"What does your tattoo mean? I mean.... is it symbolic of something specific like rank?"
Sasha felt herself settling down the more she spoke to Issaic, and she stopped her pacing to curl up in the chair nearest her guest, pulling her knees under her chin while she kept an eye on him, curious if there were any specific quirks of the Odyssians that might make them easier to identify.
"And why do your eyes glow? It's obviously some genetic tweak, but what is the purpose?"
The femme sincerely thought she would never run out of questions. For the first time in her life, she found herself completely fascinated by a furre - a genetically enhanced furre - but a furre nonetheless.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 15, 2009 3:15:14 GMT -5
Issaic looked back. Sasha didn't seem bothered by him staying, or at least that's the feeling he was getting. He turned around and walked back to the chair and sat down. "Yes, the mark indicates my rank as an Odyssian. The B is for the middle family, and the 080 is my origin number. Basically my name to the Council." His eye twitched at the mention of those cowardly old fools. He had been secretly plotting to overthrow them for a long time, leading the Odyssians to power in the city. But for now, he would play as their golden boy, just until the other factions were out of the way...
"As for my eyes, I can see in pitch dark. The catch is that the light coming in gets reflected out, making us seen as well. We wear contact lenses or sunglasses to prevent that." He looked away. "..I think I can safely get back home, now. I don't want to overstay my welcome... " His icy eyes glanced at Sasha.
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Post by girlie on Aug 15, 2009 5:57:54 GMT -5
Sasha's heart leapt into her throat. She definitely was NOT ready for her guest to leave yet. "But wait, I have so many more questions for you. Why would you leave now?"
The sense of dread that knotted the pit of her stomach at the thought of being alone in her apartment made her curl tighter into herself, her small frame already making the chair she sat on look extremely big.
"What about things like reproduction. If you ever reproduce, will your genetic strengths get passed on to your offspring? And how do the contacts actually fix the eye problem. Usually they are just a translucent piece of soft plastic. And what are the other two families? Does B mean that you have to take orders from somebody besides the Council? How do Odyssians interact with one another? Can you guys sense when another is in danger?"
Literally, Sasha could not keep her mouth from running, trying desperately to get as many questions answered as possible. She was completely captivated by the anomoly before her, and not only dreaded his exit, but dreaded running into another Odyssian beside him for she feared that not all would be so agreeable.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 15, 2009 9:26:47 GMT -5
Issaic didn't expect himself to be so interesting to anyone, especially for someone who was supposed to blend in. Well, at least she confirmed that he was welcome. The hybrid smiled a bit, surprised at all the questions Sasha was asking him.
"Well, um," Issaic didn't expect so many questions at once. "Okay, well, yes, my mark does mean that I follow orders from the A-ranked family. The D-ranked family follows orders from the other two. Although we do have powerful senses, we do not know exactly who is in truoble until we check it out for ourselves. We do watch out for eachother, regardless of rank."
He crossed his legs during a brief pause. "I don't know too much about the contact lenses. I prefer wearing a dark pair of glasses. As for reproduction..." He cleared his throat and stood up. "Well, I wouldn't know, considering I never had sex yet. Not that I haven't thought about it, or anything. I know Odyssians can and do, although I never heared of any Odyssian being a parent. We could be sterile for all I know."
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Post by girlie on Aug 15, 2009 10:38:34 GMT -5
The subject of sex brought a slight blush to the tiger's face. In her rush of curiosity, she hadn't realized that asking about reproduction implied a discussion of sex too.
"Well, do you know if your genetic gifts, like super speed for example, are recessive genes? I mean, it's most likely they are so that the chances of passing your gifts on are very slim unless you reproduce with someone who has a double recessive gene too."
Sasha paused, realizing that she was probably overwhelming the hybrid with her curiosity, but she felt herself unable to stop. Her auds twitched with excitement, her arms pulling her knees closer to her chest while she simply stared at Issaic, completely fascinated.
"What about your immunities? Have you actually been given all sorts of poison and made to endure? How did you survive? What about the ones that couldn't survive?"
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 16, 2009 6:32:31 GMT -5
The hybrid looked away. "Like I said, I wouldn't know, because there haven't been any Odyssians who have had children." He muffled a cough and sat down next to the tiger. "I imagine the outcome wouldn't be very good, considering all Odyssians also carry some form of a genetic defect. Take me for example. Currently, I technically have only one working lung, and that is slowly deteriorating. Others have other physical or psychological problems..."
Issaic figured he should shut his muzzle before he slipped up and say something he shouldn't. One last answer, he thought. "We are immune to every known poison and toxin in St. Lucent, as well as a few that have been kept under wraps." He smiled and laughed a little. "Any who couldn't... well, I'm sure you know."
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Post by girlie on Aug 16, 2009 19:07:10 GMT -5
Sasha's curiosity refused to halt, bringing so many more questions to mind about so many different things. She restrained any further questions though, sensing that Issaic was slowly losing his patience with her questions.
She wasn't exactly sure what would happen next from there, but she knew that she got comfort from Issaic's presence, even if he was genetically mutated to be far superior to her.... and a hybrid.
"How is your collar doing? You can barely tell that you even got hit."
The purebred gave him a weak smile, simply watching him and thinking it a wonder that he was alive. From the way he spoke about it, it sounded a lot like many Odyssians died while being trained, mutated, and poisoned to build up immunities. It occurred to her that Issaic must've lost a lot of friends while growing up.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 17, 2009 1:17:28 GMT -5
Issaic looked down at his arm where the wound had been. Like he had predicted, there was now a lighter patch of fur. Like nothing had happened at all. He moved his arm back and forth in his socket. It popped a bit, but otherwise seemed fine. "...It's a little stiff, but I'll be okay." He looked to Sasha and smiled. "...I want to thank you again. Not everyone would go out of their way to help something like me."
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Post by girlie on Aug 17, 2009 8:13:15 GMT -5
She looked down, nibbling on her lip slightly. "I should be the one thanking you. I would've ended up dehydrated on the streets somewhere and unable to move if it hadn't been for you. Unfortunately for me though, I have to wait more than a couple hours to heal." She gave him a joking smile, thankful that her dry heaving had stopped before she got home, and waiting for her stomach to settle enough to put some food into it.
Sasha sighed quietly to herself, mentally cringing at the thought of being alone, at home, once again. She realized that she had been pretty traumatized after what happened tonight and that it would take some time to learn to live with it. "Do you need anything to eat or drink? I mean, you are probably weak from your injury, even if it is fully healed."
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 17, 2009 10:54:04 GMT -5
The hybrid looked down for a moment before standing up. "...Actually, some food sounds pretty good right about now. Fast regeneration often comes with a high metabloism," he said, walking around to the balcony door. He stayed behind the curtains as he peered out at the rooftops. That sniper was still out there somewhere, but he doubted the sniper knew where Sasha lived.
Satisfied with his scanning of the buildings, Issaic walked back into the kitchen. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to make us something. You've had a rough night yourself." He opened a few cabinets, browsing. He was surprisingly a pretty decent cook. "So, you live here all by yourself?" Issaic asked, taking a few items from the shelves and setting them on the counter. He still had trouble believing one so young could be an assassin.
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Post by girlie on Aug 17, 2009 12:35:22 GMT -5
Sasha wasn't exactly sure what to say. She noticed that Issaic seemed rather alert and watched as he checked her window and then helped himself to the kitchen. A small smile crept across her maw. She had never had anyone offer to cook for her, let alone take into consideration her exhaustion - it was nice, she decided.
"Yeah, the job kind of requires that I be alone. I mean, if you kill people for a living there is no doubt that somebody will eventually try to hurt you by killing the ones you love, right? It's just a matter of expedience for me. I mean, I'm never home so I don't have to worry about frivolous things like cooking dinner and straightening up because I never have the time or energy make a mess by the time I come home."
The purebred luxuriously stood up, stretching her legs and arching her back, embarking on the short walk to the kitchen after her spine cracked. "I'm sure you know how it is. You do what you have to do, and then come home and eat and sleep and get up the next day and do the same thing again." Sasha leaned with her back to an empty area of counter, pulling herself up to sit on it while she watched Issaic fiddle around with ingredients.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 17, 2009 18:24:07 GMT -5
Issaic nodded, setting some frozen meat to thaw in some hot water. It seems they had a bit to wait, now. He turned around, facing the tiger. "Yeah, I know how. Sadly, that's all I know how to do." He shifted his weight onto one foot. "Blend in, observe, report, take action, if needed."
"To be honest, I'm tired of the same thing everyday. I actually wouldn't mind settling down with a nice girl, and at least try to start a family." He shifted his weight to the other foot. "Then again... who would want to spend their life with a freak of Nature like me?" He looked down and off to the side.
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Post by girlie on Aug 18, 2009 11:06:24 GMT -5
Sasha flinched. She knew what it felt like to loathe oneself, and to think that everyone else in the world felt the same way. It was an awful feeling, but once you got over it you realized that you were disillusioning yourself the whole time, so hearing Issaic say something like that stung a bit.
"Don't say things like that - you are completely fascinating, chivalrous, and so far rather intelligent. You only think things like that because you know that you were genetically mutated to be far superior to others. If you had no idea, you would be walking around with a big head trying to race people and things like that."
She sighed. "You're right though, about the same thing everyday. It'd be nice to get out of the rush and routine of things." Sasha noticed the meat in the sink, and wondered what he was making for her. She was starving at this point, and found herself licking her chops at the thought of food.
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