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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:25 pm
Ayame's head lifted from the stack of papers she was working on. "What was that?" She wondered, hearing a thud.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:27 pm
"Sounded like it came from Katrinas office" Zhukov said to himself "I'm sure it's nothing, but I might as well take a look" he added, going to Katrina's office "Are you alright?" he asked, looking in the door.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:44 pm
Katrina looked up at the sound of Zhukov's voice, motioning for him to go away as she sat up, not moving to her feet. Giving a gasp of pain, she began changing as the injection began to take effect. First, her body was covered in a thin layer of light brown/tan fur. Then she gave a groan as her ears shifted up her head, growing longer and flopping down against her red-orange hair. She lunged forward at the next part, catching herself on the palms of her hands, groaning again as a tail sprouted from her back end, a long one, think at the base and growing thinner towards the tip. Feeling the next bit, she quickly shifted, flinging her shoes off before her feet grew, along with her legs, though to a lesser extent. Her legs only widened a little, while her feet became long and flat. Finally done, by her figuring, she pulled the needle from her stomach, tossing it angrily across the room as she remained sitting on the floor. "Kangaroo..." She murmured, guessing at the creature she'd been injected with, unsure of whether or not Zhukov was still there..
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:50 pm
"And how did this happen to you?" Zhukov said, having not left "I doubt you would do this to yourself on purpose" he added "I'm wondering if you have a pouch or not"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:54 pm
Katrina looked up once more at the sound of his voice, her ears drooping noticeably. "I dropped the needle...and managed to fall on top of it..." She muttered, averting her gaze from him, her arms crossed. "As for the pouch, I hardly think that's any of your business, is it?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:58 pm
"And what if I were to choose to make it my business?" Zhukov said "It's a shame you turned down my offer for the inoculation against the serum, though" he added, walking in the room "Anyways, I'll make sure you don't end up an experiment if you will be civil & answer my question"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:04 pm
Katrina grumbled a moment, turning her head to look up at him, since she was still seated on the floor. Sighing, she looked down as she answered his question. "Fine...I've got one, satisfied?" She asked, before looking up again, a slightly confused look on her face. "I'm surprised...you offering to help me. After all...we never have agreed...on anything that I can recall..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:10 pm
"Thank you" Zhukov said "And while we've never gotten along, that's no reason for me to wish you to suffer" Zhukov added "And besides, why should we waste your intellect?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:13 pm
Katrina shrugged, finally rising to her feet, finding that she was a bit wobbly at first. "I suppose...though I don't know if this qualifies as not suffering." She murmured, looking over herself...at least, the parts that were visible at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:16 pm
"You would be if you ended up as an experiment" Zhukov pointed out "Would you like some help?" he asked, walking over to her
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:21 pm
Katrina shook her head, leaning against the wall for a bit of balance. "No, I can manage just fine." She answered, not wanting him anywhere near her if she could help it. "Just need a little practice, is all..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:25 pm
"If you insist" Zhukov said "Want me to get you some new pants?" he asked "Yours seemed to have gotten... torn"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:33 pm
Katrina shook her head, keeping to the wall as she made her way around the room to the small hallway that lead to her own living quarters. "No, that won't be necessary." She murmured, noting that her pants had been torn. However, the design of her top made it less than dire, as it draped down past her knees on either side of her, the front and the back.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:37 pm
"Fine" Zhukov said "I'll be in my office, sorting things out" he added "If you need something, come find me" he added, walking from the office
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:41 pm
Rayne was in her room, laying on her bed with her hands linked behind her head as she stares at the ceiling above her, thinking. She thought about a lot of things, like what to do when she did get out, what with the knowledge that her mother had sold her off, betrayed her. She also thought about the more immediate problem, and that was what she should do before she went insane with boredom. No solutions would come to mind, though. Rayne sighs softly to herself, then scratches behind one of her fluffy ferret ears as she yawns.
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