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Experiments? On me?! Good luck. [Zozee9]

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Zane:
Zane has been in TRIM for about three hours. Right from the get go, he knew he would hate it here. The scientist looked at him like he were some new toy, well this toy came with a warning label. The guards he saw had two weapons, a baton and a gun. By the looks of them, both electric. That was a stroke of luck, it had been a good 100 years since electricity last harmed him.

Then he was assigned a number, 424256442. After that he was quickly rushed to an empty cell. Alpha Wing. Testing begins soon I guess. Sitting himself in the center of the room, Zane began meditating. Preparing himself for what comes next.

After about twenty more minutes the doors to his cell opened and two guards walked in. "You going to come quietly?" One of them asked

"Don't count on it." Zane launched himself at them.

The fight was amazing, really got Zane's blood flowing. Consisted of the guards finding out that their baton is really nothing more than a blunt edge weapon and getting shot...a lot. When it ended Zane was in a rather painful set of cuffs and one of the guards a heap on the ground, probably unconscious.

"Dear God, even without your magic your a bloody animal," said the conscious guard. Zane looked up at him and grinned

Two more guards came in and helped him to his feet. Then all three of them escorted him to a sterile white room, other than the guards and Zane there was no one else here. Guess the scientist is a little late.

zozee9:
Devicia heard that she was getting a new patient today. They said he was a little devil. Go figure.

Like always, the main scientists didn't tell her anything about the patient. She kind of liked it that way. It let her have her own first impression before learning about him or her. The only problem was that everyone here was a mage of some sort. Regeneration can get messed up when magic is used. And the point of her was to have magic used on her.

Devicia walked into the white room. There was too much white in this building. Looking up at her soon-to-be attacker, Devicia saw red. She smiled. God, this place is even making me crazy, Devicia thought. The sign of a non-complacent person still gives me hope. She had been working there for years and the people she was supposed to be helping kept seeming more and more lifeless.

Turning towards the fox-tailed man in red, Devicia said, "My name is Devicia. I'm going to be your new scientist. Well, the one you'll be interacting with, at least. And your name is...?"

Zane:
Zane looked at the young woman, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you a bit young to be working here? I mean you're what, 18, 19 years old?" Zane completely ignored the question because he was sure that she knew a lot about him already, if she truely was a scientist. If I'm going to escape I'm going to need leverage, and I'm going to need to take care of those guards. "Get these cuffs off of me first then we can talk."

zozee9:
Laughing, Devicia said, "You're quite the cunning one, aren't you? And yes, I'm nineteen. But I've been working here a good four years! And I'll be taking off those cuffs soon enough. But I just couldn't stand it if I didn't know the name of my new patient."

Devicia took a seat on one of the rooms white chairs. At least they remembered to put them in this time. She motioned for the fox boy to do the same.

Zane:
Well she is a scientist but she wants to know my name. highly unlike what I have heard about the scientist of this place. Zane wanted to know her resolve. "I was given a new name when I came here, it's 424256442" he said as he took the chair opposite of the scientist. This is probably some form of test anyway.

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