animus_network | 1st Game

I think I better get back-up first.

[Because the last time he went out alone, he became a chew toy. No thanks.]

[Back up? For an innocent little kitty cat? These humans are so suspicious. Duzell almost feels like laughing, but he can’t do that in this form.

He meows again and rubs the side of the screen. Is the boy coming or what?]

[Elian sees the rubbing and sighs with his shoulders dropping.]

Okay, okay, if it's really that important that you need to eat, I'll come and get you. Gaara's not gonna like it that I went off alone again...you won't tell him, right?

[Tell who? The cat tips his head to the side. Like he'd really bother getting friendly with the humans. He wouldn't remember any of their names for sure.]

[ooc: permission to bite? if not, it's okay! :> tasty humans~]

[He turns off the feed to find the cat. He didn't think anything of it at all that some animals feed differently than others. It doesn't take long for him to find said kitty and he lets out his hand to gain the creature's trust...he hopes.]

Well, there you are.

[OOC: I'm cool with it. He might taste a little funny though. He's not entirely human. He's more like an experiment made by humans, more precisely, a clone with a lot of power. Duzell just might get a huge boost from him.]

[What a good kid. Kinda small, but Duzell's hungry, and doesn't feel picky right now.]

Meow.

[He walks over to the edge and rubs his head against the boy's hand. He has to wait for the right moment for the kid to let his guard down, then bite him. He hasn't had any blood since being dumped in this lousy dungeon, and he won't feed from Ishtar.]

[ooc: thanks! oooo, Duzell likes power, and blood, since he's a vampire.]

[So soft...Elian smiles which allows him to relax. He may be a little on the small side, but that never really bothered him that much. The important part is that he's healthy.

He steps in a bit closer to pick up the cat.]

How did you get all the way out here? You remind me of the cats we have back home. They look a lot like you. Did you come from the Lost Ground too?

[It was a long shot, but how can a cat respond to his questions? Elian shrugs.]

That's silly, you wouldn't be able to tell me. That's okay.

Mrrrowl.

[He lets the boy pick him up, hind legs hanging in the air. He's not a very heavy cat, just a furry one. He usually isn't nice to humans, but he has to pretend in this form so they can think he's a regular cat. His mouth stretches open very wide in a yawn. He can take a nap after feeding.

The boy is talking to him, asking him questions like he can answer them. He can only use his head to reply, and he shakes it. He doesn't know what this Lost Ground is, and he doesn't care what other cats look like him, unless they're from Pheliosta.

He opens his mouth again, and this time, it's to remind the boy that he's hungry.]

Oh, that's too bad.

[Elian almost looks a little disappointed that he wasn't from his world but that soon changes when he notices the gesture of hunger.]

That's right. I need to find you something to eat.

[With the cat in his arms, he nearly can't hold all the fluff in his small arms. He walks around with the cat toward the cafeteria, still unsuspecting that vampires can be in cat form too.]

[This boy might learn how to talk to him in cat form, if he sticks around long enough. If someone as dense as Ishtar could do it, why not someone else?

He already knows the cafeteria won't have anything he wants, and starts squirming in the kid's arms.]

[The squirming makes him stop in his steps to regard the cat's reactions. Even he had to agree that the food was nasty there.]

Okay, okay, not there. I have to agree. Even I don't find anything appetizing there. Um...so what is it that you eat?

[Goooood question. He's gonna answer that for you really soon!

He bends his head down and licks the back of his hand with his rough cat tongue. If it tickles him enough, the bite won't hurt too much. The boy'll likely end up dropping him after.]

[Elian watches with curiosity. The clone hasn't had any animal react to him positively other than a gerbil. The rough tongue does tickle a little at first. Then again, he hadn't experienced too many sensations from being protected by his father.

Since being sheltered, it's a sure bet that he's pretty much going to let the cat do as he pleases.]

I see. You're obviously a carnivore. I guess the meat there isn't to your liking and you prefer your catches live. Hm, I don't know if I'll taste any good.

[He flinches slightly.]

That didn't sound right.

[What a brave kid. Duzell might be a tiny bit impressed. Maybe. Is he really going to let him bite him without screaming for an adult to come save him? He's smarter than Duzell would think, for a human kid.

Time to test it out. He stops licking to bare his fangs and bites the boy's hand. His claws dig into his arms so the kid won't throw him ten feet across the room.]

[Elian feels those claws dig in but he doesn't cry out. His eyes shut tight and his teeth clinch, which is the extent of his pain expression. His threshold is very high.]

I...understand.

[This kid really is something. He isn't even screaming or anything.

The bite doesn't last long, and after he pulls out of his hand, he licks at the small holes in his skin. His tongue is rough, but warm, at least.]

[If he wasn't good for anything else, he could at least sustain a creature to keep them from dying. It was a small price to pay and he wasn't about to have another death on his shoulders if he could help it.

Once the cat finished and he felt the lick, his eyes opened and he stroked the cat's thick fur.]

It's okay, you don't have to apologize. You were doing what comes naturally to you.

[Bad kid. Now Duzell might feed from you later, when he feels hungry again. See what you started?

Are you kidding? He's not gonna apologize. He is licking his hand to pick up those last few drops of blood. He doesn't care if the boy feels better or not.

But since he's trying to pass off as a cat, he starts purring a little, just loud enough to be heard by the kid.]

[Welp, it looks like it might just be the case. He's not going to tell anybody about it. The purring did comfort him a little more and the incident was soon forgotten.]

[He settles in his arms and keeps licking his hand for a little while longer. When all the blood is gone, he bends down to rub his head against the boy's hand. He has to get the kid to trust him even after the bite, so he can come back for more.]

[The technopathic clone certainly didn't fight that action. He liked the cat even if he bit him. It's what cats do...or at least this one. Fighting it wasn't going to help and so, he continues petting the cat gently.

Elian finds a seat and settles into the chair, setting Duzell on his lap.]

It's not often that animals would let me pet them. I guess to them I smell strange. Unnatural, I can't say I blame them.

[The cat curls up on his lap, tail swishing back and forth. He looks calmer now that he's had some blood. There is something strange about the kid's blood. It tastes different from other humans, and he's bitten plenty of them. His blood makes him feel more energetic and stronger, like he can shoot off magic spells in this form.]

Mrrrowl?

[He can tell the boy isn't human from his blood. His smell is off too, but he didn't know why. Just what is this kid? Too bad Duzell can't ask him.]

[Elian comprehends the sound as a prompt to keep going. He never did get the chance to really tell anyone about what he really is. He nods.]

Alright. My father has the ability to control air pressure. His Alter powers were refined to such a degree that the only way they could keep testing him was to make a clone. Four of us were created. The first one died from a blood clot to the brain that caused my older brother to have a stroke. He bled out from his ears because of it. He wasn't able to sustain the pressure for very long.

Then came my turn. The put me in the chamber and deprived me of oxygen. It was then that I learned how to use my father's ability to create a shield of air around me so I could breathe. In retrospect, in a vacuum, I could nearly survive by gathering oxygen and surrounding myself with it. But the trouble with that is I can't sustain it long. It's not my primary ability I was born with.

Don't misunderstand, I can concentrate air pressure to push someone back if I wanted to. I can shield people too. Air pressure is like a force field only it's not magnetic. I can't use magnets. It does funny things to me.

[He thinks on this a little more. It feels good to talk about it to someone that wasn't going to repeat it.]

I guess you can say they were trying to create my father's ability to perfection but it failed. I was considered defective and I was scheduled to be destroyed. If my father hadn't bartered for our freedom and became something he really didn't want to be, I wouldn't be here.

[He looks somewhat sad.]

I should thank him.

[A clone? Did he come from that experimental facility too? Ishtar had told him about that place, how these doctors created clones of people and put memories into their heads. If only Duzell could get a hold of those doctors. He would make sure they suffered for every waking minute before they finally died.

He had to remember that this kid had some powers, for such a frail looking thing. Controlling air pressure? He could suffocate someone to death. The boy was too kind hearted though, and probably wouldn't do it. Shielding people; for crying out loud, he sounded like Ishtar running around and wanting to save everyone.]

Mew...

[The cat kept licking at his hand. So that was why his blood tasted different, because he was a clone. It didn't make much sense though. The kid was the clone of a human, wasn't he? Would Ishtar's blood taste different too?]

[It takes a lot more than a bite to put him under. His life, for someone so young, has a very complicated past and purpose. There is a lot more to him than what meets the eye. He watched the cat lick his hand with a small smile.]

Well, to tell you the truth, controlling air pressure was my father's ability that they tried to refine through me. I was able to succeed in one area he couldn't. My main power can control electronics. My Absolute Perception allows me to gather information and send it to another source. Generally, it was my father I would send it to.

This Tower has that power blocked so I have to strengthen my other. I guess in a way, it's what happens to animals that lose one ability and gain another through adaptation.

When I came here, more and more I was beginning to see Darwin's theory of evolution. People from different worlds, forced to endure different things has created a lot of fascinating changes in people. I guess I'm no exception even if I was conceived unnaturally. I would like to find out who the other half of my genetic donor is. It almost has me a little scared and a lot curious.

You see, I don't have a mother... at least not in the same sense as others do. I wonder what it would be like. To have a normal life, to be a kid and not a tool created for the purpose of another.

I know I'm not very big. I'm not going to grow anymore. It's the price paid for having my genetics altered to such a high degree that my body isn't natural. Swap something like growth out for a power. Heh, I guess they thought that playing with DNA was like Lego's.

[He looks at his hands as he pets the cat, while the other hand is still in front of the cat's face and in biting range.]

Sure, take away my height and give me something that would tear apart flesh. If I were sadistic enough, I could, but I was raised by my father to be better than that. Everything is unnatural. My intelligence, height, hair, eyes, abilities, even my feet are a part of that manipulation.

[He lifts his leg slightly and sighs at the sight of his foot.]

A kid my age shouldn't have hobbit feet. Nothing fits right and everything's weird.

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