Post by Helix on Oct 21, 2014 21:55:36 GMT -5
Clearly, someone had left a door open somewhere on the base, because as Tesla watched the mechanical entities go, a cold wind seemed to blow past her. I... got blown off again... Dejectedly, the masked girl sunk down to her hands and knees. But what had she expected? For the robot to have just said "No worries, Tesla, I got dis." and run off to track the bastard? For one, an organism's olfactory senses would be extremely difficult to mimic in a machine; secondly, the robot clearly wouldn't drop everything to help out an officer as low on the food chain as herself. It was one thing to get snubbed by other, likely higher-ranking Marines, but getting blown off by some mechanical thing she had just taken a leap of faith with -- perhaps a misguided leap of faith, but a leap nonetheless -- was a billion times worse. Dammit, she thought, her features twisting into a scowl beneath her various coverings. If I were only more trustworthy... if I were only a higher rank! If only I weren't so... so... Her position on the ground gave her a good view of the chest from beneath her lab coat, almost indistinguishable from any male's. Another chill seemed to blow past her.
Don't tell me... that's what my problem is?! Something as trivial as that?! Though other girls at my age can use their bodies to manipulate most men, I'm merely ignored as some little girl? "UNACCEPTABLE!" Tesla stood up suddenly with a shout, something like fire in her visible eye. Before she'd come here, the hybrid girl had simply shrugged off her body's lack of development as some interesting data, though not something worth getting upset over. Now she realized that if she were to get people to listen to her, this tiny body wouldn't cut it. The next time she got to a lab, she'd give some thought to some solutions for that. But right now, there were other matter to attend to. Since no one seemed to really be listening to her, there was really only one thing she could do.
She had to find the bastard herself.
Or, rather, she had the privilege of finding this bastard by herself.
With that thought, something seemed to *click* inside the girl's head.
"Nhnhnhn... KYAHAHAHAHA!" Tesla gripped her face, threw back her head and cackled without a care for the people around her. Beneath her mask, her shark-like mouth was stretched into a razor-sharp grin.
Finally, her mind was clearing of that annoying side that wanted to please others; she could do what she ought to have done at the beginning. And that was to simply hunt down the bastard herself and bring him in to be questioned. If they were serious enough to give a base-wide announcement to every marine officer they could trust like that, then it was unlikely that they'd flat out deny her accusation without looking into it a little. More important was the possibility of that sooty bastard resisting. The thought of finally getting the chance to inflict some damage gave her a brilliant rush, like having some kind of carbonated beverage flow through her veins. The sadistic girl's grin grew wider at the thought of being able to feel her adrenal glands kick in again. Things have been so fuckin' boring, lately. She thought with glee.
More over, that "problem" of not being taken seriously... there's a tremendously easy remedy for that without having to resort to some annoying and demeaning shit like using my body. For some reason she'd been against it before; she'd wanted to make people feel positive feelings toward her, and judge her from there. However...
Everyone knows that fear is a much better motivator than love, kehe. With that, Tesla gripped the mask she wore for the sake of everyone around her, and pulled with disproportionate strength, tearing the string that held it in back, and revealing the fearsome fangs she'd been hiding from the world. With these, the Fishman-Human would likely be seen as a monster, no longer as some little human girl to be sympathized with. And right now, that was all Tesla wanted.
Standing up, the little blond devil stretched out her back, relishing the anticipation that came before a hunt. Then, she walked purposefully to the grand room's exit. She glanced at R.E.X. and the Cazadors with something like revulsion, and then took off running in the other direction. Tesla's plan was simple: she'd retrace her steps back to the courtyard, find some scrubs who'd lingered after the fight, and force them to tell her who that man had been. If she was lucky, they'd even know where he might've gone after the confrontation.
As the eager lass turned a corner, though, she nearly ran into someone. Luckily for her, her reflexes were fast enough to halt her in her tracks before she hit him. However, he was either not paying attention, or didn't have the combat-ready reflexes she did, because he kept on walking the half-meter between them until he plowed straight into her, toppling both of them to the ground. Tesla hit the back of her head on the solid, gray stone beneath their feet, and felt the intense, blunt pain like a blow from a hammer. Stunned for a second, it took her a while to see (and feel) the position that the white-haired, strangely-familiar man's hands had fallen to. In an irritated voice, she reprimanded the clumsy doctor.
"Watch those hands of yours, you bastard." Albert raised his head groggily, and turned his attention to his hands, where they were lying precisely on Tesla's chest.
"Ah, excuse me." Showing his professionalism as a doctor, the white-haired young man lifted his hands and sat up. As Tesla sat up, Albert stared curiously at her, instantly recognizing her, yet unable to ignore the blatantly-new feature on her countenance. "...So that's what your mask was hiding. I assumed it was simply a fashion statement, but it would seem I was wrong."
"Hm? Oh, you're that white-haired doctor." Ignoring his statement about her missing mask, she realized with annoyance that she didn't know his name. Not that it really mattered much. "I'm in a hurry, so if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." The last part was said with clear sarcasm.
"Now wait. My fall was broken when I landed on you, but I distinctly heard you smack your head on the ground. Since it was my fault you were hurt, I can't just let you go off without giving you a proper diagnosis-" The doctor reached for her head as he said this, but was interrupted.
"Screw you! Who asked you to, anyway?" Tesla stood up, contempt visible on her face. The pain on the back of her head had faded to only dull throb, but, logically, she knew she should still get herself checked out. However, the scowling girl currently had little care for anything that delayed her from her "hunt," logic included. She began jogging down the hall again. As she passed the silver-haired physician, she noticed him getting up from the floor out of the corner of her eye. Turning her attention back to finding the revolutionary, she felt a hand place itself on her right shoulder. As she was in the process of turning her head to see her would-be assailant, the blonde biologist was caught off guard by an intense, hot pain in her shoulder. Electricity?! And straight to the nerves, too! She stumbled forward, away from the source of the voltage. Her right arm had gone temporarily numb, and she clutched it with her left in a sense of desperation.
"...Strange, usually that's enough to provoke a complete loss of consciousness. I must've hit the wrong nerves." The "Shock Doc" pushed his glasses up as he said this nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, but I won't -- or rather, I can't -- let you go off somewhere until I know for sure you aren't seriously injured." Tesla finally turned and stared at him warily, still clutching her arm defensively. A possible concussion, a paralyzed arm... What a frickin' pain. But I wouldn't say this is a bad situation. I'd say it's good... no I'd say this is fantastic! She let out a hysterical giggle. She'd gotten her fight much sooner than expected.
"...Alright, but when the higher-ups get cranky, just remember that you made the first move!" Tesla grinned, letting both her arms go limp in preparation for combat.
Don't tell me... that's what my problem is?! Something as trivial as that?! Though other girls at my age can use their bodies to manipulate most men, I'm merely ignored as some little girl? "UNACCEPTABLE!" Tesla stood up suddenly with a shout, something like fire in her visible eye. Before she'd come here, the hybrid girl had simply shrugged off her body's lack of development as some interesting data, though not something worth getting upset over. Now she realized that if she were to get people to listen to her, this tiny body wouldn't cut it. The next time she got to a lab, she'd give some thought to some solutions for that. But right now, there were other matter to attend to. Since no one seemed to really be listening to her, there was really only one thing she could do.
She had to find the bastard herself.
Or, rather, she had the privilege of finding this bastard by herself.
With that thought, something seemed to *click* inside the girl's head.
"Nhnhnhn... KYAHAHAHAHA!" Tesla gripped her face, threw back her head and cackled without a care for the people around her. Beneath her mask, her shark-like mouth was stretched into a razor-sharp grin.
Finally, her mind was clearing of that annoying side that wanted to please others; she could do what she ought to have done at the beginning. And that was to simply hunt down the bastard herself and bring him in to be questioned. If they were serious enough to give a base-wide announcement to every marine officer they could trust like that, then it was unlikely that they'd flat out deny her accusation without looking into it a little. More important was the possibility of that sooty bastard resisting. The thought of finally getting the chance to inflict some damage gave her a brilliant rush, like having some kind of carbonated beverage flow through her veins. The sadistic girl's grin grew wider at the thought of being able to feel her adrenal glands kick in again. Things have been so fuckin' boring, lately. She thought with glee.
More over, that "problem" of not being taken seriously... there's a tremendously easy remedy for that without having to resort to some annoying and demeaning shit like using my body. For some reason she'd been against it before; she'd wanted to make people feel positive feelings toward her, and judge her from there. However...
Everyone knows that fear is a much better motivator than love, kehe. With that, Tesla gripped the mask she wore for the sake of everyone around her, and pulled with disproportionate strength, tearing the string that held it in back, and revealing the fearsome fangs she'd been hiding from the world. With these, the Fishman-Human would likely be seen as a monster, no longer as some little human girl to be sympathized with. And right now, that was all Tesla wanted.
Standing up, the little blond devil stretched out her back, relishing the anticipation that came before a hunt. Then, she walked purposefully to the grand room's exit. She glanced at R.E.X. and the Cazadors with something like revulsion, and then took off running in the other direction. Tesla's plan was simple: she'd retrace her steps back to the courtyard, find some scrubs who'd lingered after the fight, and force them to tell her who that man had been. If she was lucky, they'd even know where he might've gone after the confrontation.
As the eager lass turned a corner, though, she nearly ran into someone. Luckily for her, her reflexes were fast enough to halt her in her tracks before she hit him. However, he was either not paying attention, or didn't have the combat-ready reflexes she did, because he kept on walking the half-meter between them until he plowed straight into her, toppling both of them to the ground. Tesla hit the back of her head on the solid, gray stone beneath their feet, and felt the intense, blunt pain like a blow from a hammer. Stunned for a second, it took her a while to see (and feel) the position that the white-haired, strangely-familiar man's hands had fallen to. In an irritated voice, she reprimanded the clumsy doctor.
"Watch those hands of yours, you bastard." Albert raised his head groggily, and turned his attention to his hands, where they were lying precisely on Tesla's chest.
"Ah, excuse me." Showing his professionalism as a doctor, the white-haired young man lifted his hands and sat up. As Tesla sat up, Albert stared curiously at her, instantly recognizing her, yet unable to ignore the blatantly-new feature on her countenance. "...So that's what your mask was hiding. I assumed it was simply a fashion statement, but it would seem I was wrong."
"Hm? Oh, you're that white-haired doctor." Ignoring his statement about her missing mask, she realized with annoyance that she didn't know his name. Not that it really mattered much. "I'm in a hurry, so if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." The last part was said with clear sarcasm.
"Now wait. My fall was broken when I landed on you, but I distinctly heard you smack your head on the ground. Since it was my fault you were hurt, I can't just let you go off without giving you a proper diagnosis-" The doctor reached for her head as he said this, but was interrupted.
"Screw you! Who asked you to, anyway?" Tesla stood up, contempt visible on her face. The pain on the back of her head had faded to only dull throb, but, logically, she knew she should still get herself checked out. However, the scowling girl currently had little care for anything that delayed her from her "hunt," logic included. She began jogging down the hall again. As she passed the silver-haired physician, she noticed him getting up from the floor out of the corner of her eye. Turning her attention back to finding the revolutionary, she felt a hand place itself on her right shoulder. As she was in the process of turning her head to see her would-be assailant, the blonde biologist was caught off guard by an intense, hot pain in her shoulder. Electricity?! And straight to the nerves, too! She stumbled forward, away from the source of the voltage. Her right arm had gone temporarily numb, and she clutched it with her left in a sense of desperation.
"...Strange, usually that's enough to provoke a complete loss of consciousness. I must've hit the wrong nerves." The "Shock Doc" pushed his glasses up as he said this nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, but I won't -- or rather, I can't -- let you go off somewhere until I know for sure you aren't seriously injured." Tesla finally turned and stared at him warily, still clutching her arm defensively. A possible concussion, a paralyzed arm... What a frickin' pain. But I wouldn't say this is a bad situation. I'd say it's good... no I'd say this is fantastic! She let out a hysterical giggle. She'd gotten her fight much sooner than expected.
"...Alright, but when the higher-ups get cranky, just remember that you made the first move!" Tesla grinned, letting both her arms go limp in preparation for combat.