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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 18:15:10 GMT
The Bio-android's metabolism was through the roof. Her flesh burned with heat and energy from having fully metabolized the previous night's meal. It reflected well in the touch of the pot. The conductive metal was pleasantly warm to the touch. Once the noise of Katsu' morning welcome reached the android's ears the strands of hair that had interlocked around her form constricted a bit more. Her body pressed harder against the metal to quickly dull the ringing noise.
Noxa had been awoken long before he neared her. With so much caloric power she didn't need rest as much as she would have normally. However, she wished to have remained nestled in the pot; she wished to remain with her eyes rested. It had been a very long time since she found a nice, tight, safe, closed-off space to sleep in. Well, one she didn't have to blow open herself.
While the man spoke Noxa found her eyes slowly open. The xanthous glow of the irises soon bore into the speaking man's own gaze. She'd have already begun raising herself from within the pot while he spoke. The 6'3" woman's form was finally exposed to open air. Her form grew just a little more — torso expanding as a deep breath was taken, her arms extending upwards; her body bending backwards. A rumbling groan formed deep in the woman's throat, soon overshadowed by loud popping and snapping sounds. Definitely bone and cartilage. It would've definitely been something to worry about, were it not for her nature... and the straining pleasure that had hijacked the woman's exotic features.
Her anatomy, for that brief moment, was clearly displayed to examination. Well, almost completely; a few ribbon-like webbings of her scarlet hair seemed to conveniently censor a few areas of her body. Her muscular structure was extremely human, save for the properties that clearly gave them outlandish flexibility and versatility. Presumably, also, strength.
One eye opened mid stretch from the man's comment. Her form snapped forward with a satisfying sigh, her hands slamming on the rims of the pot. "Nicknames? I'd love to see you give 'em a shot." The words came coupled with a smirk, "Until you give me something good you'll know me as one-fifteen." Her carapace was already surfacing on her flesh — either surfacing or forming from some sort of excretion. It was very hard to fell from visual observation alone, especially considering at the rather quick pace in which it all happened.
"No..." She mumbled, a strand of hair reaching down to scratch somewhere near her inner thigh. "Not always. In fact, very rarely... I just removed it so I could absorb all of that..." Noxa's face soon turned red; goosebumps clearly broke through her skin. Did he detect a shiver? "Succulent, delicious meal." The sultry voice came slow and soft. "Not. A. Drop." She'd vault herself out from the metal pot.
"Pajamas sound fun, but I don't exactly have any currency to purchase them or a way to really justify the purchase."
Noxa's dangerously sharp olfactory senses detected a myriad of pleasurable scents wafting through the air. A strange, yet primordially attractive one seemed to come from the now-sitting man and his morning state. She caught but a glimpse of what he had to offer. A foreign sensation briefly swept through Noxa, so briefly she couldn't exactly pin point what it was. She had a feeling it was similar to the sensation she had when thinking about the succulent meal she'd indulged in the previous night, but she couldn't really be sure. She, however, had an inkling it was caused by the brief musk she'd detected, as well as some other strange factor.
Oh well.
Noxa's attention turned to the food. The woman sat across from the man. She occasionally stole glimpses from his figure. "Some men also consider wearing shits in the morning." She jibed, making very little quips, asides, and small talk during the duration of her job. Well, maybe eating as much food as she could wasn't her job, but she sure as hell treated it like it was! At one point, when she was somehow outpaced by the man's ability to chow, Noxa took it to the next level; instead of turning to mastication as the first step of digestion she decided to simply move to the second step. The metal-like carapace gauntlet retreated from her hands, allowing her to grip the food, directly absorbing it into her form to keep up with his ferocity.
"I don't need a shower, no." she said, "I do sometimes get..." She paused, attempting to find the correct term. She failed. "Scents. Some are fixed with a simple bout of shapeshifting. Others are perpetual. Showers definitely help with all of them, though ice-cold baths are much more effective against the scents that are harder to get off."
There was a message in there somewhere, one Noxa herself wasn't aware of, but maybe the bio-engineer could decipher it.
"You go ahead. Take your shower. I'll just go in after you. It's your house after all, right?" She asked with a shrug, a sly smile splayed on her face. Noxa didn't have a lot of opportunities to brandish or practice mannerisms. She might as well make this one of them. Even if it was too late for a good number of them.
When he asked about her design she began to speak though a monotone voice; it was like listening to a veteran utter a soldier's creed or code of conduct. The words rolled from her tongue involuntarily while she absorbed crumbs of food left in her plate. "Project: Nexus of Xenobiotic Apex follows the creation of a platoon of genetically generated beings incorporating xenobiotic qualities to the human form. Each unique within it's own vision will be crafted to follow a specific role within the battlefield. Progenitor N.O.X.A. #CXV's primary objective is survival and adaptation aimed to surmount any obstacles on the battlefield; apex predator." Noxa could very well have been a little unaware of what tirade she'd gone on; she was absolutely as she had been before. A slightly bored expression on her face as she waited for the man to go and take his shower.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 22:09:03 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Heavily Weighted | Current Powerlevel: 3,075 | Gain Bonuses: Heavy Weights/T3 House | @noxa |
As Noxa raised herself up from the pot Katsu had a hard time not staring. He was still a man after all, and Noxa had a very stimulating appearance without her carapace in place. It was made infinitely worse when Noxa decided to stretch, her arms over her head, her breasts surging forward as she took a deep breath. The fact that she was dressed in only her own hair that barely managed to cover the most private spots on her body didn't help one whit. There was very little left to the imagination. Katsu couldn't help himself, and had his scouter contacts snap a picture of Noxa in her provocative pose. Oh later he'd probably delete, but his morning libido and Noxa's nakedness was just too much at the time to not do something, and this was far less likely to get him dead than what his lower head wanted him to do, as his scouter didn't require any flash or sound to take a picture.
At least Noxa covered herself with her carapace before she exited the pot and sat down across from Katsu to eat their breakfast. She also responded to his comments with a sassy quip or two, telling him to call her 115 unless he had a better name for her. Katsu had a few roll around in his head but none were exactly suitable for anything but the bedroom, ”Oh I've got some nicknames in my head to describe you, woman, but I don't think words like ' crimson slut muffin' is considered appropriate for polite conversation, so I guess I'll go with something else.”
Cleaning his plate in the kitchen sink Katsu would clean up breakfast, listening to more of Noxa's bantering responses to his questions, and he realized at that point that Noxa was naive in some aspects. She didn't seem to be aware of her own sexuality or that of others. More lustful thoughts filtered through Katsu's head for a moment before he got himself under control, and he shook his head slightly to help dispel them. “Yeah...a cold shower seems good right now honestly, fine I'll go first then.” Katsu gave a slight cough and headed off towards hi bedroom. His bathroom was connected to it instead of the rest of the house. It was a capsule home, not meant to really handle guests or whatnot.
Turning on the water however Katsu decided to take a hot shower instead, as much as Noxa's presence was titillating him, he wanted to be completely clean. He stripped down and got in, focusing entirely on washing himself to keep his mind from wandering, and when he stepped out of the shower he was literally steaming. His tolerance for hot and cold was higher than a normal human's, and so he had the water come out of the wall at boiling temperatures. He was still steaming when he exited his bedroom, wearing a fresh pair of slacks and shoes, still pulling on his shirt and then his labcoat.
He spoke to Noxa after he had managed to get his shirt on and was in the process of pulling on his labcoat. “Alright the shower is yours, Noxa.”
With that Katsu would turn his attention to the real reason he was down here. Moving into the home's small mobile lab Katsu began to collect up the explosives he was going to give to Noxa, making sure they were all viable and had no defaults that would ruin their purpose. He also in turn summoned up his seven remaining Recon Probes. Now that Noxa was here Katsu was going to be able to execute this plan much more easily, and the probes would mostly be there to help move the object from its pedestal instead of dealing with the golems.
When Noxa would exit the shower Katsu would be able to hand her a bandolier filled with sticky mines that she only needed to press a single button and press hard against a surface in order to activate, then six seconds later they would explode. Definitely a tool utilized only by the extremely quick Ki users. After explaining to Noxa the use and function of the mines he would hand them over, adjusting the collar of his labcoat before saying, “Ready then, Noxa? We can be in and out in just a few minutes now that you're here, and then we can get out of this hole in the ground and get back to something more interesting than a hole in the ground...”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 1:46:33 GMT
The bio-android wasn't exactly sure how she felt about 'Crimson Slut Muffin'. She understood what all the words meant individually, not very little about their individual colloquial connotations. In other words: the word 'slut' to her simply, to Noxa, a comment on her ability to procreate. The word came to roll around her tongue for a little; her mind attempted to fit the three word nickname into other situations. "I don't know how much I like it." she noted, "Not enough pizzazz."
Noxa followed him all the way to the bathroom. In doing so she learned where it was, firstly. But also she learned a little more about the home's lay out. "I'll wait here for my turn." Once the door closed Noxa promptly turned herself and walked back to the first room she'd lay eyes in; the one where the instruments were kept. There she'd curl herself up to a large stringed instrument; she recognized the purpose of it, but not the name. It seemed to Noxa her musical imprinted memories were more broad and general than specific; it certainly would explain why, when they first met, the music he played seemed to resonate within her, yet she couldn't bring up anything specific in her mind about it.
The woman made the mistake to pluck at the instrument with her hands — as they were. Not only did she use a little too much strength, having assumed the strings tensed against the bridge of the instrument were made of steel. Noxa flinched as the string snapped. Her nose soon scrunched up; her eyes narrowed. She'd try again with less force. 'Pyoinng!' came the noise of the string yet again snapping. It seemed that Noxa had done something wrong again. With brief consideration she came to guess it was the sharp talons of her hand. Her carapace retracted itself from her fingers. Again, Noxa would pluck at one of the remaining strings. This time, however, when met with delicate stroking of flesh the strings did not snap. A brief wave of relaxation and glee washed over her; Noxa had solved this puzzle.
She continued to finger the instrument for the remainder of her time there. She had no idea what she was doing, but to her the discord she was causing was starting to get into a pretty neat melody! Falling prey to Dunning-Kruger Noxa soon found hubris swallowing up into her chest. Certain thoughts began to pop up: she was almost as good as the shirtless doctor man! Sure, she was little off but with a few days of practice she'd eventually sound just as good if not better than he! Noxa's lips pursed together as a hint of a smirk attempted to form.
She continued to make a mess. The noise she made sounded 'okay' to her; it sounded 'fine' to the tone deaf ear only trained to detect danger and not art. She continued her childish games; the din surely reaching the bathroom, yet maybe not piercing through the flow of water around Doctor Katsu.
Once she heard the sound of running water stop the woman placed the instrument down and bolted to the bathroom door, leaving behind plenty of scratched wood and snapped stringers to be later discovered. By the time he left Noxa would go in. She, having detected the powerful pheromones beginning to lace her body — seeming to have begun at some point in the morning — went with a cold shower. At the touch of the freezing water splashing against her unprotected body Noxa let out a disgraceful 'squee'. She promptly got angry at the water; how DARE it force such a noise out of her. She would've punched the infrastructure, should she not be weary of property damage to a business partner's infrastructure. She, instead, decided to deal with it. She gave herself a gool ol' rub down. Eventually she'd step of the shower, allowing the water to boil off her form through simply raising her temperature through both ki and metabolism. To anyone on the outside without any inside information it would just look as though the woman's energy signature climaxed — peaked for a split second for no reason.
She wasn't sure how much she liked cold showers. She honestly preferred the relaxation of warm ones, but... The alertness the cold ones brought harbored such a wonderful afterglow... It made Noxa feel that much more like a dangerous predator. Of course, this was mostly a morale booster.
The bio rolled with all he said. "Sure." She figured, adorning the dangerous bandolier given to her. Six seconds, to Noxa, sounded like an eternity to evacuate an area. "So, what's the area on this thing?" She wondered. She was sure whatever it was she would be able to make plenty of room — especially if she'd use her hair to planet them. An idea she was quick to bring up, "Maybe I could use my mane to planet them at a distance." Her comment was like a passive mumble; she may as well have been thinking aloud to herself.
"A better question," Noxa begun; her mind having already snapped into the mission. Her sharp focus and one-tracked mind having begun to set in place. A solider's mind whose orders are meant to be executed to perfection. That, too, was imprinted into her. "What are the 'golems' you mentioned like?" Wondered the Bio. "I'm capable of a few strong energy blasts; would that have any effect on them?" The woman though of asking how many sentinels this place harbored, but the number of charges given to her was likely a good indication. It was just as many, if not less; she wondered what her room of error was. Noxa was confident in her success rate either way. Not due to fact and probability, but due to the prideful determination she had ingrained so deeply into her self. The kind that was only shattered when staring down the deepest of odds.
Noxa didn't do suicide missions, for obvious reasons.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 0:18:07 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Heavily Weighted | Current Powerlevel: 3,075 | Gain Bonuses: Heavy Weights/T3 House | @noxa |
Handing over the bandoleer that contained roughly eighteen of the sticky mines Katsu would address Noxa's first question about the radius of the explosion the mines produced, “About 3 meters in a cone shape from the bottom of the mines. They're all shaped charges, you see, all the power focused in one direction. However debris and such could still be harmful up to 5 meters in any direction. I'll leave the method of positioning the mines to your discretion, if you feel the tendrils will be better at this then manually placing them, have at it.” Katsu gave a single yawn as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was just a bit irritated at the naivety of his partner at the moment, although it wasn't much. After all it wasn't like he couldn't fix the broken harp strings in a moment with his telekinesis, and Noxa had been like a little kid plucking at the strings with glee. She also had all of the musical skill of a four year old, so it fit.
Things weren't bad at all, really. Katsu loved to teach others as much as he did learn, for in teaching one more solidly understood what they taught, and teaching others may inspire them to new heights that might end up teaching the original teacher something new. In short, Teaching was the same as learning to Katsu. Besides he enjoyed looking at Noxa, she was certainly attractive, and Katsu had a much more open mind to Bio-Androids because of his mindset and skill as a Bio-Engineer. It also sounded like Noxa had to this point been wandering the Earth, her urges causing problems that wouldn't let her settle down in one place. Perhaps Katsu could manage to invite her to his real home in Mount Paozu... but that would be later, and only assuming they managed to acquire this artifact without a backstab attempt.
Katsu stretched his limbs, making sure he was ready for their attempt before he headed for the door, his datapad in hand and his several Recon Probes hovering along behind him. Once outside of the house Katsu would turn to the right to follow the path that led deeper into the tunnels. When Noxa followed she would realize that while there had been some fiery magma orbs in the tunnel leading up to Katsu's home, there had been none in the chamber itself. Yet now when they entered the opposite tunnel Noxa would find the long hall completely littered with the glowing spheres, their intense heat making this next room absolutely boiling hot. The orbs were so numerous here that they bounced off of each other and the walls and floor and ceiling, creating a completely impassable stretch of terrain, one would have to be capable of assuming a liquid form in order to even dodge around that many orbs in that crowded space.
Yet Katsu, despite faced with such lethal conditions, merely stepped forward into the tunnel as if there was no problem whatsoever. Noxa might notice that he wasn't even sweating or looked overheated at all. It had to be near a hundred and sixty degrees in this confined tunnel!
A long moment as Katsu would continue to walk down the hall as if it was a casual stroll, just long enough for Noxa to perhaps think the man was suicidal, before he raised a hand and swept it to the side. The orbs immediately ceased their random wanderings and lined up against the walls, leaving a large space of completely free terrain in the center of the hall. Katsu didn't even slow down, continuing his trek unimpeded, his Recon Probes following after him with the quiet sound of their anti-gravity levitation engines keeping them aloft.
“I'm not sure why, but Telepathy and Telekinesis are apparently key skills to access the Artifact. Telepathy to interact with it, and Telekinesis to even reach it in the first place. Don't try to blow up the Magma orbs, more just show up and you spray magma everywhere...” Katsu cleared the rest of the hallway with a quick stride, coming to another chamber. It was much smaller than the one that Katsu had placed his home in, but it was also much more...uh... lethal. The center of the chamber was taken up by a precariously placed platform that floated on a lake of eerily calm magma, while more of the intensely hot fluid leaked from the walls and the ceiling in places. The path was narrow and filled with cracks, and a misstep would mean a quick trip into a lava bath below for those who couldn't fly.
Which included the Recon Probes and Noxa suddenly. As soon as they entered the room the anti-gravity engines of the Probes would become useless, and they would all fall to the ground, deploying tripod style legs in order to remain mobile, and Noxa would feel a strange heaviness on her form. It wouldn't impede her movement, but if she attempted to fly using her wings or with Ki the weight would increase substantially, forcing her back to the ground after ascending only a few inches.
“Alright we're here. Quick Run down of what I've found out so far. The Golems are imbedded into the walls, they only activate when someone tampers with the artifact and resume their initial position if the one who violated it leaves the room. As you can no doubt tell you can't fly in here, so careful where you step, the magma below is contained and yet supernaturally hot at the same time. The Artifact is really doing a number on the laws of physics as far as I'm aware of them. I've encountered maybe nine of the golems at once, but there may be more, hence the extra mines. As to the object itself, once I start to activate it the golems will attack. The Recon Probes are programmed to defend me and are completely replaceable, if you need to blast one to down a Golem feel free. Any questions so far?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 12:53:12 GMT
'Oblivious' would be the perfect way to describe Noxa's actions regarding the whole 'musical instrument' debacle. As the man contemplated and mulled over what she'd done Noxa remained unaware of the annoyance lacing his body language. Then again, she wasn't looking at him. Her head, hanging low, examined the bandolier. Her fingers poking and prodding against the explosives' shells. Bio-woman here understood the dangerous nature of the charges; she didn't do anything too dumb. Simple poking, prodding, and fondling. Still, she was obviously 'studying' the explosives. It was anyone's guess how in-depth her observations went. After all, intelligence quotient could or could not have been a massive factor in the forging of 'xenobiotic apex'. For all anyone could've guessed Noxa could've been built to be as dumb as a rock; to only follow orders.
The curious crimson-haired Bio-Android's gaze eventually did shift from her armaments. Her eyes, instead, fell on the back of the man that guided her. Her scrutinizing stare bored into his back. Were his instincts sharp enough Katsu may even have felt the chill of a fixated stare... Noxa wasn't sure about him. She still felt as though he was odd. He had, in a way, admitted it. Noxa, however, was self-aware enough to understand that at least a splinter of what made him an oddity was a fragment of Noxa. Lack of empathy was something Noxa understood well; it was an imprint that went far more than the trait. The teachings, philosophy, and reasoning of it were also a part of her character. She could not recite them as well as the purpose of her 'family', but she understood the purpose of it in her heart.
Still...
Her thoughts remained on the man as he — again — displayed his telekinetic prowess. By now Noxa was completely certain she'd made the right decision; by now Noxa was sure their relationship was a symbiotic one. There was no way in hfil that she would've been able to get through the dangerous globs of lava that clogged the passageway. Maybe if she'd used a blast...No, even then... Something careful enough to guard with this level of security surely would have countermeasures in place. Though more questions about the man began to arise, pestering Noxa to no end. Why — how was he not affected by the heat? Even Noxa was sweating bullets! Her breathing and her posture were just fine, but she could feel the slickness of her body; Noxa was very aware of the trickling beads running down her cheek, neck, between and around her curves. He showed none of this; he was completely unaffected by the scolding heat.
Also, his appetite... It had been unreal, or at least she felt it didn't belong to a human. She'd never seen a man so ravenous. Surely, this savant in science and music could not be human. An android, perhaps?
The calculated citrine sight surveyed the area. She had to be alert for some kind of trap. The red meshes of hair lulled in the air; hanging against gravity as did the glowing orbs of molten rock. Her hair, however, seemed to play by a different set of rules; the danced in the ebb and flow of a non-existent current. They were not like numerous writhing flagella that flailed erratically, no. Her hair clumped in meshes, dancing elegantly — hardly at all affected by the sprint in Noxa's steps. Could they maybe act as feelers? Maybe.
It was immediately upon arrival that Noxa felt the strange pressure that pushed down on her form. Her eyes narrowed. Was she just imagining this? The clunky clatter of probes hitting the floor confirmed two things: She hadn't lost her mind, and this wasn't a gambit from the human. Why would he, after all, sabotage his own minions? Noxa's skin began to crawl. What was this power? It made her feel funny inside. A complex amalgam of feelings and sensations she hadn't the vocabulary or self-awareness to even begin to describe. It, however, felt good. It felt dangerous. A smirk broke through her features. The simpering woman was going to rely on her body alone, it seemed.
A shudder passed through her form — a shiver down her spine. A challenge.
Her attention was swiftly brought back to Doctor Katsu, his voice immediately acting as a rallying beacon to her focus. She listened carefully. Nine golems at the very least.
"Do you know where they're impeded, exactly? With well-placed charges a few of them could be removed from the field as soon as they're activated." With that having been posted Noxa brought up something else. It was something she had a feeling was not something she should ask — she had an inkling of confidence in the man's abilities. After all, he hadn't given her reason to doubt him. Yet. "Are you sure you can make it there and back alright?" Fundamentally it was a baseless question. If he spoke from experience it was clear he'd already reached the artifact and managed to retreat... But, still, Noxa wanted to be sure. This was a courtesy — formality more than anything.
Her eyes then surveyed the new area further. She liked the aesthetics of the place; more so than any of the precious halls and chambers. This one felt like a dangerous arena. Noxa drew the charges with strands of her hair. Four, in total, would begin to hover in the air. It was hard extending her tendrils... She clicked her tongue. She wouldn't have the range she normally did. It was either taking them down one by one or preparing the field beforehand.
"What do you know about the gravity here?" Noxa asked him. "Do you know what causes it? Is it just... Magic? It seems to get a lot more intense depending on certain factors." Her fists tightened and loosened. She could already feel the quickening of her pulse. The feral flare of mortal combat — Noxa felt it's head. The desperation for victory... She hoped the golems shared all this. The stakes gave way to the desperation; the desperation gave way to the intense struggle. That's what made it all fun after all!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 2:11:39 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Heavily Weighted | Current Powerlevel: 3,075 | Gain Bonuses: Heavy Weights/T3 House | @noxa |
The piercing stare that Noxa was aiming at Katsu's back was both known and yet unknown by him. He had gone through the majority of his life with people staring at him with a mixture of dislike, confusion, curiosity, and outright hatred. Noxa's stare while sharp and strong was nothing to the sense of hostility and hatred that Katsu had regularly been subjected to in his life. Noxa was merely questioning her thoughts on Katsu, her stare held no innate hostility; so while Katsu might be aware of it on some sub-conscious level, it was not a thing worthy of notice. Not when they had come to the chamber that held the prize he had been attempting to grasp the past few days.
Eyeing the center of the room Katsu soon found his gaze latched onto the object that sat upon the pedestal that dominated the area. The pedestal raised up into the air just a few inches, surrounding it was a small pool of magma barely two feet across. Placed upon the pedestal was what appeared to be a scepter made of obsidian. The black glass-like rock shone dully in the deep red lighting cast by the boiling magma, the top of the scepter was shaped into a five sided star sitting on a sphere attached to the haft of the weapon, each point flaring up into the air. It was a very heavy and cumbersome looking weapon, but very solid and durable. Katsu knew first hand, his first attempts to dislodge the device had been with basic ki blasts, to absolutely no avail, it had only activated the golems and caused Katsu to flee to safety. However this time Katsu believed he knew how to remove the device with relatively little fuss. The bottom of the scepter's haft was where it connected to the pedestal, and it was the thinnest part of the entire contraption. It was the weak point, and Katsu had prepared a specially shaped explosive to crack it free.
For a long moment it was as if Katsu was focusing solely on the device in the middle, until finally he pulled out the device he planned to use to break the artifact free, and turned to answer Noxa's questions, ”The golems never seem to come from the same spot, but each one has distinct characteristics to identify it from another, and the same nine Golems kept appearing. One thing, they appear in equidistant positions on the wall, so if you can guess the first one you can guess the rest of them with some quick thinking. Remember their necks are the weakspot. I've noticed a silver sigil carved into the front of their throats that gives off a senseable reading by my scouter, some low EM and Radiation traces. From what I've been trying to learn about Golems in mythology if you destroy the Sigil you break the animating force of the Golem, and they fall inert...”
At the question of whether or not Katsu could make it to the center and back he merely stared levelly at Noxa, before suddenly giving a crooked grin, “If you think I won't make it let's make a wager. If I don't return with the object, whether I live or die, you get that house we were in for your own use. It's a portable device, press a button on the outside and it turns into a capsule you can carry about...
“If I do come back with the device, you owe me a favor that I'll call in as soon as I can think of something useful for you to do for me. Deal?” Katsu sounded pretty confident in his ability to win his wager, given the skewing of the stakes. An entire House full of luxuries if he lost, and just a single favor if he won. Or maybe he just valued a favor from Noxa that much. It was hard to tell, but the grin Katsu gave Noxa would be a little unnerving to most. He had already told her of his mental state, so in this moment he didn't hide it, and the complete lack of empathy shown in that crooked smile made him look wicked. He was like some demon out of hell wearing the flesh of man to capture his prey unaware.
Whether or not Noxa agreed to the deal Katsu would quickly move on, ”As to the gravity here. It's the artifact. I suppose it is magic, but magic is still bound by laws and rules just like known science, and the artifact is what is creating this field of gravity judging by the data my scouter has given me. I believe it was to ensure no one 'cheated' when retrieving the artifact, a test of their determination and resources, I presume. Or perhaps just a way to handicap a would be thief enough for the Golems to ensure their demise.”
Katsu took another few steps towards the artifact and its pedestal, readying the device in his hand, “Let's get this started already.” Katsu said with a voice suddenly full of impatience. He was so close to the prize he had been seeking, and not only that Katsu saw the sweat glistening on Noxa's form. It was certainly distracting watching a bead of sweat slide down the front of her neck in between her ample breasts before moving for her hips, and Katsu couldn't be distracted at this point.
Looking away from Noxa Katsu knelt down to the scepter's base, placing the ring shaped bomb onto the device. Before he had even stood from this action it would be clear that this alone was enough to activate the Golems, for already twelve shapes of earth were bulging from the walls, a pair of crystalline eyes glinting in the magma-light as they began to pull themselves from the wall. Noxa was up!
[OOC: Leaving the fight to you, feel free to play it out as you see fit while Katsu fiddles with the device in the center of the room. The Recon Bots are basically meat shields, unable to damage the Golems, so have fun!]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 7:00:31 GMT
The fighting hadn’t begun yet, though Noxa’s body was ready. Her mind was no longer focused on the dangerous beauty of the chamber — though said beauty did not go by without acknowledgement. Noxa hadn’t read much fiction; she hadn’t read very much at all, in fact. The little literary work she’d took her time to figuratively absorb was mostly biographical in nature. That or stories historical events dissected in order to better suit as a learning experience. Still, if there was anything she’d imagine a ‘boss room’ from some medieval fantasy this would likely be it.
Katsu had stopped for some time. The lack of activity alerted Noxa. Her gaze turned to the Doctor. “What are y--?” When he began speaking Noxa promptly cut herself off. She listened intently as he addressed some of the questions she’d posed.
Noxa mulled over his words. Nine golem men — or... Things? She wasn’t sure if these creatures could be assigned genders. Either way, as Katsu had noted they were all unique. They all seemed to appear at the same time, with equal spacing among them. Good. Perfect. She allowed the imagery to sink in, making sure to keep the weak spots in mind.
Then his gaze came, meeting Noxa’s own. The bio woman didn’t expect it, just as she also didn’t expect the grin. He spoke again — words sounding confident, or maybe cocky? Noxa did NOT dissect the man’s words; she didn’t think too much on the meaning behind the meaning. What she DID focus on was the way he said them; mannerisms and body language. Noxa saw bravado, or at least something akin to bravado. Perhaps she was wrong. She’d not taken much time to socialize with humans, so naturally plenty of their array of behaviors were still foreign to her. Now, however, he seemed to post an amicable wager.
Noxa’s facial features changed as slowly as the situation sunk in. A sneering grin; raised eyebrows and fallen eyelids. “You are SO on, science man!” The unsettling state of his grin was lost on Noxa. Despite this she found a strange tingle running down her spine. It seemed her body picked up on what her conscious mind did not. Her previous confidence in the man’s ability weren’t factored into her acceptance of the little game; she accepted because it was favorable. On the surface the prospect of winning his possessions seemed to far outweigh a simple favor.
Possibly a mistake on her part.
With Noxa’s brash acceptance the man had begun his journey, parting yet more words. The lingering signs of sneering overconfidence in her face melted away as he further addressed some of her precious inquiries. From the way he spoke he made it sound as though science and magic were not too different from one another. That idea was something Noxa wasn’t familiar with — not in the slightest. The word ‘magic’ to her was synonymous with orderlessness and a distinct lack of obedience to universal laws; it was an antonym to science and its essence. His theory clashed with her view. Yet she accepted the likelihood that he was right. The Bio-Android’s hubris was not great enough to lead her to the erroneous conclusion that she was wise enough to contest the intelligence of a man whose sole existence revolved around the topic at hand. She swiftly accepted what he’d said as fact.
“Let’s get this started.” declared the wise man.She’d been so caught in the moment between the wager and what he said she’d almost lost track of her focus. His words anchored her back to the challenge at hand.
Her gaze was quick to reach the nearest growing mound that began to pull from the wall. The first target. Noxa’s upper body tensed. Two charges were gripped. Two buttons were clicked. She spent a little time aiming before hurling one off towards the nearest massive separation that had begun to take form. The charges sped swiftly towards two thick trunks of earth and magma that served as ‘legs’. The two explosives landed directly next to each other, sticking well to their target. Sixteen explosives left.
The automatons had been nearly fully formed by the time the next set of sticky bombs landed on one of the automatons' massive arms. The other charge, however, landed on a vein of magma that coursed through the body of the creature, promptly setting off a massive blast .The blast immediately gave way to another one, as the already-planted sister charge was ignited. Noxa watched as crumbling rock fell to the pool of magma. The creature struggled, but soon found its anatomy crumbling as the sigil had been irreparably damaged.
The same now happened to the first monster. Six seconds had passed and naturally the explosions came, bringing the former target down with a large splash of magma. Fourteen explosives left; seven animated sentinels left.
The now fully formed force of seven had begun to move. Four trudged towards the center platform, while the three closest to Noxa had set their sights on her. Of the three monsters that headed to Noxa two came from one side of the narrow path leading to the center, and one to the other. They were relatively far from her, but she couldn’t wait too long for them to get comfortably close. After all that would just give the rest more time to close in on the scientist.
A click came; another charge was made active before being hurled to one of the two golems that came from Noxa’s left. It missed. Taking a dip in the magma before violently exploding. “Fucking hell.” She cursed. This gravity was difficult to balance to — it seemed to affect the trajectory in an unpredictable way. Another charge was launched, only to meet the same fate as the previous. Twelve left. The eleventh charge, however, truck true — managing to land on the sweet spot which was only a few places away from the beast’s sigil. When the explosion came the satisfying sight of its crumbling form splashing against the magma it moved through made Noxa grin with delight.
Its partner seemed to let off a rumbling howl — somehow. It seeming to move just a bit faster. Was it… Angry? Noxa chucked another two mines, bringing her number down to nine. The first managed to remove his arm, the second had landed on his torso. It seemed the structural damage done by the first had helped the second bring him down completely.
Two down!
Noxa turned just in time for a massive arm to SMASH into her body. The impact set off all of the remaining charges. From the plume of destruction that rose on the bridge Noxa’s upper body could be seen soaring, leaving behind droplets of white blood which fell down into the magma. Her left arm was destroyed below her elbow as well.
Her hair hair failed about. Even in this state of unbelievable, over-whelming pain and shock Noxa was able to think quickly enough. The blast had sent her sailing just near enough to one of the golems. Her hair gripped at the rough groves and crannies of its body, keeping her from the certain death below. The golem she was now latched onto began to roar and writhe, attempting to get the woman off of it.
This was the first time Noxa had been ever damaged in such a severe way; could she regenerate from this? She better have been able to, or she was as good as dead. What was left of her body clenched down as another wave of pain crushed down on her — far worse now that the ‘shock’ was being forced out of her system. What was left of her muscular system spasmed, convulsing violently. Her right arm — mostly undamaged — slammed against a part of the creature’s back, gripping tightly. A choking roar came from Noxa. It was cut short as her teeth gritted as the pain came to a climax; from the mangled shreds of her body new life sprung forth in the blind of an eye. The woman remained there, holding onto dear life with her hair and clawing hand. T-that was too intense!
Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for air. Her left hand wiped away at the streams of saliva that had begun to run down the sides of her mouth from all the screaming and grunting. They left behind smudges of her white, milky, water blood, which now covered her ‘new’ body. Her carapace, now coming in.
Noxa began to climb further up the automaton’s back, soon reaching its neck. She was lucky it was too bulky to deal with her. She was moderately close to another golem, who was about to reach the central platform. Noxa rose her left fist before it came and smashed down against the glowing magical sigil.
As the golem was collapsing Noxa leaped onto the nearest of its kin, delivering the same deadly blow to his metaphorical achilles’’ heel. He, too, fell. Noxa, like plenty of the chunks that made up his body, fell within the safety of the central platform. A few globs of lava landed on her back. Even with her carapace she came to choke a groan from the intensity of the heat. A large cry off to Noxa’s side tipped her off. She rolled immediately away from the noise, sitting up just in time to see a massive rocky fist smash where she’d been a moment before. A hand promptly rose, sending a ki blast to the monstrosity's neck. “Another one bites the dust.”
Noxa looked up just in time to see another three closing in on Kat’s location. He seemed to be doing just fine — while SHE was struggling.
That made her a little pissed off — she may have to ‘compensate’ him out of principal if the damned beasts interrupted him. Or worse, knocked him into the lava! Noxa’s hair shot into the ground, taking hold like hooks. With a rapid pull Noxa was sprinting forward, heading full speed for one of the three titanic rock monsters. She landed on his back, coiling up like a spring before shooting into the air with a mighty jump. She could feel the gravity weighing her down, but she only needed a few moments with this new perspective. Half a dozen ki-blasts rained down on two of the golems, destroying one and damaging another’s arm.
The one she used as a sprint reached up, managing to grip the warrior by the hair. Noxa, with her back to him, used this opportunity to further attack the still-active magical automaton with the damaged arm. Another half a dozen quick explosions and he had begun struggling to stand, falling one one knee before gravity brought him down. Hard. He smashed into hundreds of pieces of sediment.
“Eight down! I--” Before Noxa could finish she found herself being raised over the beast’s head, before promptly being flailed down. Noxa smashed into the floor. There was a brief pause from the automaton, as though if made sure she wasn’t going to be getting up. It then turned its focus to Doctor Katsu. It took one more step before a compact blast smashed into it’s neck — breaking the magical pattern that gave it life. Noxa was still face down into a little Noxa-shaped crater. The raised leg, which she used to send the blast, soon fell limp like the rest of her body.
Nearly a minute passed. She heard nothing else. All nine of the beasts had been taken care of.
The broken woman rolled out of the little dent in the ground, her unfocused half shut eyes gazing into the roof of the cavern. Why where there fuzzy lights? She didn’t remember those... The sound of pounding blood was deafening now that all the action was finished. Wow that her attention returned to her own body all of the damage she sustained seemed to throb into her perception. Everything hurt to the point she dared not move, taking extremely shallow breaths every few moments. She tasted the metallic saltiness of her own blood. It was a few moments later that her eyes shut completely. There was a keen sense of pride lingering within Noxa, after all she still had her power inhibitors on. Noxa succumbed to her injuries, falling — or rather fainting — into a deep comatose slumber. Or, rather, she would have.
It wasn't but a half a minute before Noxa found herself sitting up. Her entire body throbbed. She was sure she had a few injuries that would take PLENTY of time to mend. Not to mention how much of her stamina and energy had been used.
A breath. Then another. Noxa then used all the momentum she could to get to her feet. Her arms and hair pushed her up. The woman lumbered to Katsu, leaning rather heavily on her left side. The half of her body that'd been regenerated was filthy; covered in a mixture of dusty and her pearlescent white blood. Her features were those of someone in pain, but her lips told another story. A smile blossomed.
"How's it going, nerd?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 19:43:49 GMT
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A moment more and Katsu had stepped back from the planted explosive, pressing a single key on his datapad in order to detonate it. A small sound like a firecracker went off; a sound far too small to be expected to break stone, let alone whatever magically reinforced substance the artifact was really made of, but it wasn't just the stone that was deceiving on its nature. The explosive power of the little bomb Katsu had just used was surprisingly enough to level his entire house, yet the method of construction, the way the charge was shaped, and the materials used all focused the power of that explosion into the very center of the device. It was like a super tiny nuclear explosion had just went off. Yet surprisingly the base of the artifact hadn't shattered from the detonation, although Katsu could indeed see cracks in the affected area. Frowning at the turn of events, Katsu knelt down to inspect the artifact up close. The cracks that his explosive had inflicted were far less than what he had expected or hoped for; it seemed that the defensive ability of the artifact was much higher than Katsu could have imagined. Sighing a bit Katsu tilted his head to the side, trying to telepathically access the object once more. Request access. Yet there was nothing this time; no voice in his head like there had been every time he had attempted to access the device before. Yet there was the fact that Katsu had just detonated a bomb against it. Katsu had a small moment of panic when he thought he might have damaged the device, but after a moment's more delay there came the rather sleepy sounding voice of the artifact in Katsu's head, “Access Denied. You've gone and tripped the security again. Either leave or deal with the Golems before attempting access, Yuda.”Breathing a small sigh of relief Katsu was also a bit shocked. The voice had given him a key point of information. He could take out the Golems in order to access the artifact. Strange. With such information with him Katsu might have performed a series of Hit and Run tactics in order to whittle down the number of golems instead of relying on outside help. No matter though, he had made a deal and would stick to it. Now of course it meant Katsu had to focus on the Golems rather than the artifact. Which was annoying given the amount of times that they had forced Katsu to flee before now. There were two reasons for this. One, their number was too high for Katsu to even defend against in his weakened state because of his alteration Serum. Two, he had no attacks that were strong enough to crush their sigils, and the artifact shut down his telekinesis in this chamber. It was definitely going to be a tough situation. At least it might have been had not Noxa been there. The explosives that Katsu had given her was NOT all of the one's he had to give, but her being there had really cut down on the amount of Golems that were focusing on him at once. Only three of the Golems focused their attention on him from the start, a much better set of odds than before. An opened capsule revealed four explosives similar to but not as strong as the ones he had given to Noxa. A lack of supplies to build proper explosives. Still, they should be able to destroy the sigils if placed directly on their throats. Katsu also had his Recon Probes to assist him as well. Stepping forward to face one of the Golems that had been approaching Katsu flung a small Ki blast directly at its face, aiming for the small section that contained the eyes, yet when the blast was about to connect Katsu stopped it, just in front of the crystalline orbs. The bright light of the ball of Ki blinded the Golem, robbing its vision, sending it berserk as it tried to move away from the annoying ball. Finally the golem got the bright idea to smash the orb, raising its rocky appendage and slamming it into its own face. It didn't hurt the golem in the slightest, but it opened up the creature's guard, and Katsu armed and tossed an explosive in one smooth movement. Success, it attached and stuck directly to the creature's neck, just an inch from the sigil. Better yet the Golem wasn't even aware of what had happened, beginning to move forward again. Katsu turned his attention from the first golem, it was already doomed. The two other golems had managed to close the distance while he was focused on the first one, and Katsu ducked a great swipe of the second golem's arm. At this point explosions were going off all around the room as Noxa handled the other six Golems on her own, the noise capturing the attention of the golems for a moment as their brethren began to fall. Katsu took advantage of this, ordering his Recon probes to dogpile one of the remaining two. Seven Recon Probes immediately rushed forward, hands extending into gripping claws, trying to pin the creature down. A huge earthen fist crushed one into a scrap pile, but that moment of sluggish movement after let the others close in, gripping the Golem's arms and torso, the sound of metal straining issuing forth as the Golem struggled, but was contained. Just at that moment the first golem's head exploded as the bomb on its neck went off, the sigil irreparably damaged, the creature leaning sideways into the second golem as it fell into the magma. Knocked off balance for a moment the second golem rushed forward to get away from its fallen comrade, trying to bodyslam Katsu, flinging molten magma in several directions. Katsu hissed in pain as one came dangerously close to his cheek, the heat almost unbearable. Without his telekinesis in this room Katsu was pouring out sweat already, another reason he had to retreat often before this point. Growling in pain at the burn on his face Katsu slid out from under the Golem's planned landing spot, placing a bomb in the place where it's head would land as he moved. Another success, the golem landed exactly as Katsu had hoped, the pressure detonating the bomb, blowing the second golem's head clean off. It didn't even twitch. Wiping his brow of sweat Katsu turned to the last golem. It was still completely subdued by his Recon Probes, although some of them were beginning to lose structural integrity. They wouldn't be able to hold the beast down much longer. Katsu primed the rest of his explosives, of which there were three, and tossed them all at once at the golem's head. Three explosions later and the golem stopped moving, slumping backwards towards the magma, taking two of the more damaged probes with it as they couldn't release their grip. The four remaining Recon Probes were still in relatively good condition, and turned for more orders. “Break the pillar free.” Not the most accurate instructions, but they were ones the Probes could understand. They hurried over to the central area, beginning to extend nitrogen sprayers to superchill the weakspot, naturally homing in on such a damaged portion. BBA made good product, no doubt about that. It was finally at that point that Noxa finished her own business with the Golems and approached, “How's it going, nerd?” She said with a clear smile of victory even as it was obvious she was in pain. Katsu grinned, “Bloodmane, I think that suits you, redhead... Anyway we'll have the artifact soo....shit!” Katsu's smile turned to an expression of alarm, his eyes widening suddenly as his eyebrows knitted together. In her beaten and battered state Noxa probably wouldn't be able to resist what Katsu did next.. Two fingers reached out lightning fast, tapping themselves against the center of Noxa's collarbone, just below her neck, and a burst of electrical energy would attempt to invade Noxa's body! In the nature of lightning it would move fast as light, arcing through her nervous system directly up into her brain, targeting the Pituitary Gland and the Hypothalamus. Noxa would have a tiny moment of feeling absolutely nothing at all as her body mass produced Endorphins, her nerves suddenly incapable of feeling even the slightest amount of pain. That moment passed, and Noxa would feel the greatest rush of pleasure she had ever had before as her body then created Dopamine, the pleasure and reward hormone. It would be the most intense switch of sensations any organic creature was capable of experiencing. Normally Katsu used this technique to subdue and pacify angry test subjects or opponents, but he used this on Noxa now because of little black specks that he had seen on Noxa's skin. They were growing, alarmingly fast, and they were obviously cancerous growths! Noxa's weakened body probably couldn't handle the extreme sensory input Katsu had just subjected her to, and Katsu would move forward to catch Noxa in his arms, stooping a moment to pick her up Princess style, turning his head to his Probes long enough to say, “Bring the artifact to the House once removal is complete.” and began to sprint at top speed towards the exit of the chamber. = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = The situation was more dire than Katsu could have thought! Wiping the sweat from his brow Katsu took a step back from the portable surgery suite that he had uncapsulized in order to treat Noxa's injuries. He pressed thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, sighing. The cancerous growths were spreading in an exotic fashion, seemingly jumping to new spots almost at random, like a sentient creature exploring Noxa's body as if it were a cave to be spelunked. It could have spread through the blood system much much faster, yet it had specifically avoided the heart and the lungs, spreading first through the muscle tissue. It was certainly not a normal disease. No virus or bacteria acted like this, and furthermore Katsu hadn't found any signs of such with his bio-scan. It was as if Noxa's body was just spontaneously deciding to grow tumours. Radiation and EM scans had shown little to go by, only that the effected areas gave off low levels of radiation in accordance with the same signs he had gotten from the Artifact itself. Whether it was some ferocious disease, or some curse from the artifact, the answer was the same to Katsu. He had to operate to excise the corrupted flesh. The way it was acting would prevent Noxa's regeneration ability from fixing the problem, as regeneration worked by using DNA to rebuild new tissue, which was corrupted! So out came the surgical tools, a myriad of cutting and snipping tools assisted by things meant to keep the patient alive like drug IVs, nutrient drips, artificial hearts and respirators. In the background the Bio-scan continued to update its data as Katsu moved to make his first incision on Noxa's skull, just below her right temple... An hour later... Sweat continued to pour down Katsu's face as he made one incision after another. The black spots were sentient somehow, Katsu had seen it spread in a manner as if it was trying to escape his scalpel too many times to think otherwise. A surgical tray had bit of excised flesh spread across it, many of the little pieces almost quivering, or perhaps that was Katsu's imagination? No matter, Katsu wouldn't let his patient die; his pride as a Bio-Engineer was on the line, if only in his own heart... Three hours later... The nanites had failed when Katsu attempted to program to excise the corrupted flesh. Noxa's hair tendrils had taken their inclusion as an invasion and had begun to swing violently about. There were a few cuts on Katsu's face and his labcoat was barely hanging onto him any longer, the damage unnoticed however. He was too focused. He had merely drugged Noxa with a stronger sedative to keep her tendrils from attacking him and continued, now cutting out parts along her inner left thigh, careful not to touch her femoral artery. She didn't need to start spurting blood from a major artery while in such a weakened state. That nutrient drip that her body was absorbing to create new blood could only do so much after all... Six hours later... Katsu had discarded his labcoat and shirt, they were too damaged and had kept getting in his way. Yet he was winning the battle. Katsu wasn't even sure it was a battle, but it certainly felt like it the way the corrupted flesh acted. It spread to escape his cuts, it jumped from one organ to the next as if to throw off his pursuit, it once even tried to spread to him. That was a mistake, a few moments as Katsu simply snipped off the end of his own forefinger to prevent the corruption from taking hold and he continued, using telekinesis to close his veins to prevent blood loss or contamination of Noxa's body. He had managed to cleanse nearly eighty-seven percent of the corrupted flesh, and the nutrient drip ensured that Noxa's body quickly recovered any lost portions of her flesh... Seven hours later... The last of the corrupted flesh seemed to squirm in fear as Katsu slipped the scalpel in, cutting it free from Noxa's right shoulder. Noxa was laying on her back on the operating table, Katsu on her right side as he cleaned the final wound on her body. He hadn't bothered with a cover of any sort for her, the corrupted flesh was all over her body, it would have only slowed down his surgery and possibly lead to her death. Even her carapace had gone. Katsu had had to cut it off of her in order to get at some of the corrupted areas, although his mind wasn't swayed by her seductive body during the surgery. It wasn't even something he thought of at all. Sex was great and all, but to Katsu...? To Katsu SCIENCE was his first love. Just as Katsu was helping Noxa's regeneration cover up the hole on her shoulder, the flesh melting together into smooth supple skin, he sensed at the same time his Bio-Scanner alerted him that Noxa had regained consciousness. Looking up, he completely expected Noxa to be looking at him. It was about all she could do for the moment, as he body was still heavily sedated, and getting up was out of the question. Sitting up would probably take every bit of effort Noxa could muster just then. “You're alive, Bloodmane. As unharmed as I could manage too... welcome back to consciousness..”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 23:16:14 GMT
The Bio Woman was beyond beaten. Her entire body was a mixture of sore, soiled, and broken. She heard the nickname he gave her. It seemed like far too much of a mouthful — especially considering this was really the extent of their partnership. Her part of the job had been done, though a bit of her still hoped he’d fail; she didn’t want to owe him a favor. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Noxa didn’t mind owing him a favor, regardless of how sadistic he was. If the woman was to be honest with herself, when it boiled down to the core… Well, she just didn’t want to lose.
Noxa hardly had a moment to really consider any of that, however. The man, before he could finish his sentence, seemed to have completely shifted his mood. It was a little worrisome — the change in his expression.
“What’s uhh--?” Noxa began before she was rather rudely interrupted.
The redhead’s reaction time was more than adequate to deal with his strike. Her body, on the other hand, wasn’t. Not right now, anyway. Even then, as she watched as his hand approached, she stayed still. She didn’t even flinch at first, mostly out of confusion. ‘What is he…?’ Noxa first saw a light flash of light as the lightning was fired at — or rather into — her. For a vague, split second everything felt better. No pain. No stress on her body. Apparently he did something to help her out, which was great! But… Then again, why did he change his tone and body language so drastically all of a sudden?
Right before Noxa was able to speak up about the strangeness of her before she felt… Everything. Noxa’s lungs suddenly filled with air as her body went into shock thanks to the incalculable euphoria that launched her into a state of absolute ecstasy. The woman’s body temperature shot into dangerous levels. Her heart beat raced for the split moment she was allowed to feel the never-before experienced sensations. Noxa had just enough time to register where all of the intense sensations seemed to focus before her body shut down to prevent… Whatever the hell it was experiencing. An ability that would just stun Noxa managed to completely short-circuit her weakened system.
She attempted to gasp and cry out at the same time; muscles clenching before she finally collapsed. Her body — namely her abdomen, lower regions, and thighs spasmed. Twitching in the aftermath of the sensory overload.
Within being scooped up in a bridal fashion Katsu may or may not have discovered that Noxa was far heavier than she appeared to be. She twitched every now and then in his arms. The aftermath of his attack being clearly evident. The woman — now soaked in far more than sweat, blood, and grime — was rushed back to the home.
Within the realms of the poking, prodding, scraping, and slicing of Katsu’s surgery he’d come across a vast amount of new information about the woman. The most pronounced and effectively obnoxious fact being this: nearly every cell in her body was an absolute pain in the ass to deal with. Constant attempts to regenerate, cauterizing, hardening. It was an absolute mess, especially considering that her biology seemed completely unaware of the cancerous tumors that aggressively attacked her system. The unparalleled drive to survive and prevail, which was grafted into every cell in her body, ironically only made the situation vastly more difficult to handle.
To the sweating Doctor that poured over Noxa’s condition he was literally fighting to keep the Bio Woman’s system going. To Noxa, however, the perspective was far different.
The unconscious woman’s mind wandered to a place it hadn’t before visited. As often was the case with dreams the exact content of what had happened was very difficult to pin down. Dreams were a fluid mess of meta-meta crap. To Noxa, especially, they had always been extremely illusive. It was seldom she’d remember the complete contents of a night’s slumber. It was often she could only recollect wisps of sensations. Feelings. Emotions. Or even, sometimes, will. A drive.
This time the redheaded woman couldn’t even identify those. Well, not directly. In her muddled, confused state Noxa was only able to grasp at straws. Her mind took her for a ride she had no say on. The sensations of that ride seemed to keep to the theme of recent events. Noxa, as she slept, felt… Good. Just as she had for the last few moments of consciousness after Katsu’s sudden attack. A warm, tender tingling sensation had evolved at certain areas of Noxa’s body. Those areas, at least in her dream, had developed a form of figurative itch. An itch that grew unbearably persistent. A figurative itch that she was left only with instinct as to how it could be solved.
Despite the pleasurable and introspective nature of her sensation-driven dream Noxa found herself being brought back to the land of the living.
Back in the real world Noxa’s body was violently fighting against the toxins that sedated her, and in the same nature she awoke with a start. The split second the firing neurons were able to connect as they should the woman’s eyes snapped open, darting from one location to another before she was even aware of she was doing. A mixture of a body doing a self-check as well as getting awareness as to her surroundings.
All of this happened before Noxa had reached lucidity; happened before Noxa was self aware. She, however, didn’t sit up. It seemed that was currently beyond her power, despite how hard she tried to.
And it was clear — she tried. In Noxa’s eyes she had been betrayed; back stabbed in the most vile and unpredictable ways.
Many questions raced through her mind. The running theme among those questions being ‘how could I have been so foolish?’ ‘Where am I?’ ‘How did I faint so quickly?’ ‘How can I get free?’ ‘Why is the only thing I can feel a soft tingling in my over my chest and below my naval?’ ‘Why the hell is he still calling me bloodmane?’
Plenty of questions. Noxa’s eyes, however, quickly lulled back down — nearly closing as her heart rate also slowed; the sedatives threatened to take over her system. A slow squirming came to a few meshes in her scarlet hair. Should Noxa had complete control over her form — and she her top priority not to feed the man his own liver — she’d definitely be stretching and yawning.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 10:03:13 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Heavily Weighted | Current Powerlevel: 3,075 | Gain Bonuses: Heavy Weights/T3 House | @noxa |
Katsu didn't need to be a telepath in order to sense the general mood that Noxa was in as she woke up. No, he had her facial expression, the way she tried to immediately sit up, although it was beyond her at the moment it seemed, and the information from the bio-scanner to tell that she was very angry. Thinking back to the circumstances of his sedation of her that might make a bit of sense. To her it might have seemed Katsu just knocked her out to perform horrible experiments on her right after getting what use he could to achieve the artifact. All very logical and paranoid like any good predator would be. Well then, it was time to burst that bubble before Noxa let her thoughts get too far ahead.
“Ah. I see that look. Look around before you go judging. We're not in a dungeon, we're in my house again in the same room the instruments you were playing were in. Now, here, this tray filled with little bits of blackened meat, smells like your own flesh doesn't it? Don't touch it, it's...corrupted somehow. I put forth the theory that getting hit by the Golem caused some sort of infection, or a magical curse. I just spent the last seven hours cleansing your body of it. Your anatomy is incredibly stubborn, by the way, it fought me as much as the curse did.” As Katsu spoke he would point out the various things that he was referring to, noting that the room was indeed the same shape, size, and had the same decorative paintings and such as the instrument room from before, although there was a number of capsules in a small case on a table rather than a couple dozen instruments.
The blackened bits of flesh had stopped quivering and trying to move after the last bit of Noxa's corrupted flesh had been excised, and as she watched Katsu poured liquid nitrogen from a flask over the surgical tray, flash freezing all of the bits before storing the entire tray in a capsule. Something to study later, perhaps. After ensuring they were safe Katsu prepared an auto-syringe with a stimulant, gently placing it against Noxa's neck so her body could circulate it properly. It wouldn't take but moments for all sense of sleepy numbness to remove itself from Noxa's system, and she could act normally.
Sitting back on his chair, Katsu looked over Noxa's form before speaking, “Now, any other questions you want me to answer, since I should think it's obvious there was no betrayal?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 11:28:43 GMT
It all made sense. In reality, however, Noxa was way too focused on getting herself free to noticed. In reality Noxa had been too startled by the sudden coming to. The first chance she had to get back at this douchenozzle, this fake scientist, this queen diva, this roach, this… This…! — more and more insults ran through Noxa’s mind. It was, after all, the only thing she COULD do in this scenario. Her entire body was frozen; she couldn’t move at all, it didn’t matter how hard she struggled. For both their sakes, however, it seemed like that was for the best. After all, Noxa was a creature of instinct and impulse. She would’ve acted on her gut feelings and erroneous preconceived notions as to the man’s actions and the will behind them.
It wasn’t until the man began speaking that Noxa let her mind pause for a moment. A brief intermission from the torrent of insults meant to ease the stress and resentment. It wasn’t until he pointed out that Noxa began to notice the details of the room; the details, like jigsaw puzzles, began to slide against one another, fitting perfectly to form a complete picture. They WERE in the home; that much Noxa was able to confirm with a brief survey of the architecture and geometry of the room. That alone wasn’t enough to confirm that he wasn’t a backstabbing son of a bitch, though. It wasn’t until she caught a whiff of her own flesh — looked towards it, and barely recognized it — that Noxa began to give serious reconsideration to this whole situation.
Maybe there was more to this situation than she initially thought.
‘A curse’? His words echoed in Noxa’s mind as if they were her own. Was such a thing possible? What were the mechanics behind something like that? The Bio-Woman felt the preconceived bias against that which is mystic rise up once more. She didn’t want to accept it as a possibility… But… What if it was the case? It certainly explained the bizarre- O nature of what she was seeing upon the lab tray. Her eyes narrowed as much as she could with the limited control she had over her body thanks to heavy sedation. Noxa was by no means squeamish, but seeing the twisted biology of what was once a part of her… It sicked her at first. It made her ill. Then it made her mad. How DARE something so vile try and corrupt her perfect existence?! The redheaded menace took that shit personally.
Once the liquid nitrogen came to bathe the cells Noxa felt a distinct apprehension to the sight. A quick pinch of something that resembled phantom limb pain would affect her shoulder — where she guessed the flesh came from. All that, despite her sedation. IT was, after all, more of a psychological thing than a physical one.
Noxa was also not a big fan of cold things.
“Ahh~” Noxa gasped out, feeling a flicker of pleasure as the pressure of the needle pushed into her neck; it resembled the tingling sensation that lingered over certain areas of her visage earlier. Her biology sped up exponentially as the dosage given to her began to spread, returning feeling and mobility to her form.
Noxa looked down on herself after sitting up, hands coming up and pressing hard against her breasts. She pushed them down a bit to get a better view down on her body — attempting to get an unobstructed view.
She didn’t attack Katsu instantly. That was good. She now, instead, looked at any signs of damage that may have remained. Noxa’s body healed to the point of perfection; despite all her injuries she never had — and would never have scars. Whatever damage was present would be there simply because she’d not yet healed.
Her ears twitched as the next round of words came from the wise man. Weather or not Noxa was ready she’d move from the bed if she wasn’t obstructed. She would stand, fists clenching and relaxing. It was nice to once again have control.
“Did you have time to examine the relic yet?” Noxa asked, her face and gaze dead ahead. She didn’t much look to the Doctor. She wasn’t sure how to face him yet — figuratively. It wasn’t guilt or shame that she felt. She had no negative emotions towards initially doubting him. Not, that wasn’t it exactly. What was she feeling?
A brief moment of thought she’d realize it: she wasn’t sure how to feel about him for saving her. He had already retrieved the relic — or so she thought — he could have very well left her be.
Still, she didn’t thank him.
“You do have it, don’t you?” Noxa asked, glancing back to him from her her shoulder. Her eyes coming to examine his coatless form. Her probing eyes were painfully obvious. Noxa masked her true intentions well, “Where is your lab coat?”
The crimson locks of the — mostly straight — crimson locks of the woman’s hair, which sometimes clumped and curled, remained dead still. As did the two antenna over her head, which were indistinguishable from simple clumps of hair. It seemed that, to Noxa, all of the excitement had died down. The calmness of her body language and her features should’ve been enough of an indicator to Katsu that she didn’t plan to chimp out any time soon.
Her eyes fell to the floor at his feet before her head turned back straight. “We made a good team.” She’d move out of the room, “Do you have anything else here to eat? I don’t plan on getting any further from you until I get some answers about that damned scepter.”
That last bit was true enough. Noxa thought of it as 'insurance' — a way to protect her share in the assets the'd worked so hard to help acquire. Well, that wasn't the only reason. Noxa also... Enjoyed the partnership. She hadn't yet found anything to work alongside of towards a common goal. So far it had been Noxa versus 「 Za World 」.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 1:04:10 GMT
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Katsu couldn't help but think silently to himself about how... adorable Noxa was. She was created to be an apex predator, and she had acted out following those parameters completely, yet when it came to the concept of mating she was completely clueless. Seeing this sexy yet vicious woman examine herself as if to discover why her body was acting the way it was (Katsu could tell from his Bio-scanner exactly what was going on in her body, of the hormones that had activated, the nerves that were firing)... it made Katsu want to laugh and pat her on the head and call her a good girl. Of course Katsu recognized his more bestial urges as well. He wanted her, he realized, which was a shock in and of itself.
To Katsu the urge for sex and mating had always just been something to be tolerated, a nuisance. He would find women to have sex with, but it was really only to sate the urge so he could concentrate on other things he felt was more important. With Noxa he realized he wanted to teach her all about the topic; show her how good it could feel, make her want... Katsu frowned suddenly, wondering if perhaps this was something unnatural. If perhaps part of Noxa's genetic programming had included “seduction” as a viable tactic to maintain dominance. It was honestly a popular tactic in the natural world, and if scientists had specifically concentrated on boosting Noxa's... attractiveness, it could be something Katsu had to guard himself against.
Tapping on the Bio-scanner's controls Katsu in the meantime answered Noxa's questions in a casual tone, “No, haven't had a chance to even look at the artifact. You were in very dire straits, if I had stepped away for even a minute you'd probably be a husk of blackened cancerous flesh by now. Saving you was more important than the artifact.... but!” Looking at the results of his scan, to see if Noxa had any specialized pheromones or similar traits, Katsu turned his head away after a moment, moving his attention to another console, this one connected to his four remaining Recon Probes. He gave a quick grin and looked up at Noxa.
“It seems you owe me that favor, the Recon Probes delivered it to the far side of the house three hours ago. As to why I'm shirtless, during the surgery your hair tendrils viewed my attempts to cut out the cancerous flesh as an attack on your and instinctively attacked me. I didn't get these cuts from the Golems. Anyway before I could sedate you so you'd stop trying to kill me they did a number on my clothes. Didn't have time to change but they were in the way so I just tossed 'em.” Katsu rolled his shoulder as he finished speaking, the sound of his joints popping from the motion issuing forth. He then stretched his arms up high over his head, perfectly showing off the absolutely shredded physique he had. The tiny cuts that Noxa's hair had inflicted only served to highlight the toughness of his body, the dried blood adding a bit of that war-torn charm that some women found appealing. Katsu of course was doing this on purpose just for Noxa. He had had to deal with staring at her naked body for the past seven hours, and despite his focus on the surgery his body still reacted to her nudity, namely his pants felt tight, and he wanted to get back at Noxa for it.
Dropping his arms Katsu followed Noxa out of the room, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked, ”We did make a good team...” Katsu responded, thinking for a moment on something before he answered Noxa's next bit of conversation, “I do. I think some Eastern food will be in order this time. Something with lots of carbs and protein to get back all that energy spent in the fight. As for you though...” Katsu waved a finger at Noxa in a circle, motioning to her nakedness as he spoke, “Go take a shower. You're covered in dirt and excretions, dinner shouldn't take half an hour to make, so enjoy the water. Contemplate the battle, see if you can glean anything from it, to help further your goals. What we did wrong, what we did right, what we could have done to make it a simpler fight, that kind of thing.”
Once Noxa would begin heading to the bedroom, Katsu would head towards the kitchen to begin cooking...yet by the time Noxa would step out of the shower she would find that Katsu had been into the room, for a set of pajamas, made of high quality silk dyed a deep blue, had been left out for her. It was a somewhat tight fit around her chest area, but fit her nicely everywhere else. A little note would be left atop them “If you're going to go around without your carapace, try some clothes. Silk really is comfortable stuff.” And indeed the clothes would be very comfortable, the silk was soft and smooth to the touch, caressing wherever Noxa let it touch her.
The sounds of cooking would still be going on in the kitchen when Noxa would step out of the shower, it seemed Katsu was taking longer to cook than he expected...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 22:48:47 GMT
The virago was about to step out of the surgical / musical room when Doctor Katsu began speaking again. She paused mid step, head tilting downwards to better pick up his words.
“Oh. That’s right. I almost forgot about the favor.”
Noxa hadn’t almost forgotten. That was another one of her casual, perfect lies.
In Katsu’s scanning he’d find plenty of mechanisms that synergized well with her appearance. It was, without a doubt, that the Bio Android’s attractive nature was NOT simply one born out of aesthetic health. It was methodical; it was another tool at her disposal. A tool whose power she wasn’t yet aware of. The scanner picked up a myriad of glands. The bio-engineer would need a bit more time to sit down and study their behavior, but it was clear they had yet to fully develop — or activate. They lay dormant. The lack of activity when it came to those key types of chemicals could have easily explained why Noxa was so unaware of her own biology and its behavior.
The most logical preliminary assumption would safely be that this could have been some kind of fail safe. A way to ensure a specific form of behavior — or keep a new unprepared species from populating. Maybe with understanding her background a bit more he’d be able to come to a better conclusion.
Noxa turned completely to face him. She leaned just against the doorway. She might as well, right? It wasn’t as though he was going to finish talking anytime soon. Or, at least, that was the rude assumption Noxa made; in reality it had no mal-intent behind it. In fact, she liked it when people talked a lot. Well, at least the ones who had something meaningful to say. Some people, as she’d come to learn, spoke a whole lot but said very little.
Katsu was an accomplished man; the numerous masterful skills and extreme loyalty he displayed had more than earned him enough respect to secure Noxa’s full attention. So, naturally, the woman in her birthday suit listened attentively. Noxa payed special attention to the story about his lab coat, about how he mentioned that it was HER fault. He said it was by her (figurative) hand that his body came to host so many cuts and slices. That fact alone brought a smile to Noxa’s face. It made the Bio-Android proud of her biology — of her hair.
Noxa was mostly unaware of the movement taken from a particular tendril; unaware of the movement it took as the Doctor spoke. The cluster of strands that solidified into a type of warhead-tipped tendril neared Noxa’s face. A singular bead of blood ran down its length, approaching Noxa’s lips. The red drop reached the very tip of the triangular head before Noxa realized what it was doing. The tendril — her subconscious — was validating what Doctor Katsu said. It was as if her body was proudly going ‘Yep! That was me! Check it out, here’s the proof!’ The uneven gaze of black and yellow turned to the strand that slowly waved beneath her eyes, the scent of the Doctor’s rich blood teasing her sense of smell.
The full lips parted as the redhead’s breath washed over the triangular warhead, which pushed down against her tongue. It tenderly forced itself down, scraping off the dash of blood against her warm flesh. The tendril retracted slowly, a tiny bridge of saliva connecting her lips to it. The strong soon snapped, causing drop of the saliva to land atop her bust. The Bio Android discretely licked her lips. She indulged in the taste, taking in a deep breath as to activate her taste buds with the fresh supply of oxygen. This rich, metallic, tasty flavor very much deserved the attention.
Noxa’s eyes returned to the Doctor as her tendril shrunk, separating into normal strands of hair and taking its place back among its brethren. The woman was just in time to hear the snap and pop of a physique being stretched and tested. Her wandering eyes fell on the man just as he was showing off. She admired more than just her handiwork — more than just the cuts her hair brushed against him, forming a painting of scratchy strokes and cuts.
What Noxa really admired was the canvas.
The woman was lost for a moment; she hadn’t realized just long long her eyes dragged over the finely chiseled torso. Noxa stared. And stared. And then some. It wasn’t until the quickening of her heartbeat and the rise in activity from her hair that she was able to hear the body screaming at her to BREATHE. Noxa took a deep breath through her nose, the muscles on the sides of her face bulking just a bit as her jaw found itself clenching. Noxa was breathing again. She ordered her writhing mane to relax — she was find. It subsided. She attempted to do the same to her racing heart, but that stubborn little shit refused to calm down.
He then began to move closer. She pulled herself from the wall, feet slapping against the floor as she got a move on as well. It seemed he’d finished speaking — well, at least for the moment. Noxa stopped completely as he continued to speak. She turned to face him. The 6’3” predator towering near the 5’9” human scientist.
The Bio Woman listened closely to what he said, even if her eyes were focused on his short, messy black hair instead of his hazel eyes. Noxa couldn’t imagine having a lifeless mess of strands on her head. It seemed so… Her eyes narrowed. Useless. She didn’t fully address his face , well not until he began to point in her direction and … W-waving his finger towards her?
“D-di--? Excretions?” Noxa found herself blushing at the way he treated her. “Why -- you…” Noxa was versed enough in social behavior to be able to tell what he had done was… Well… Not nice. “You should be more than glad I have all this blood and grime on me!” She exclaimed in indignation, “It means I went through extreme measures to see my instructions through!” What she was doing now was something she’d never done before. She never had a bout of social indignation that didn’t end in her just outright killing someone. She never had to verbally defend herself — she never had the urge to take the civilized route.
The blushing woman’s jaw clenched again, a ‘tsk’ coming from her as she clicked her tongue.
“Fine. Whatever.” she turned and headed out to the bathroom. The flustered progenitor made her way into the same room she’d earlier followed him to. She finally entered it. The bathroom.
She didn’t like ‘the bathroom’. She has had plenty of terrible experiences in these. She walked in front of the bathroom, looking at her form. She WAS pretty messy. Covered in her ivory, pearlescent blood; mud; grime.... A few wounds still healing — minor things that haven’t been patched up as her body hadn’t prioritized them. There was also plenty of other dusty, golem remains. She looked over to the shower. Noxa had never really taken a ‘proper’ shower. In her desert world water was a very scarce resource. Here on Earth — well, a few weeks hadn’t been enough time for her to experience much of bathrooms. She approached the little bathing area.
Katsu, where ever he was, would hear a shrill shriek. “HOT! HOT!” There was then the loud sound of cosmetics and self-care products being slapped from their location followed by a heavy thump — Noxa having slipped on said products. The screaming went on for a while long until Noxa managed to tone down the hot water.
The manner-less wild woman's method of showering was lather herself in multiple layers of just about every chemical in the bathroom, then wash it off with water. By the time the boor left she smelled like a mixture of soap, bleach, and… Toothpaste?
At least she was clean.
She finally adorned the silky pajamas. She wasn’t sure about them. She might as well use her carapace, but… She’d already taken a shower. There was no reason to not indulge in any more senseless, trivial civilities, right? She’d slip those in one limb at a time. Noxa figured it was the man’s set, which surprised her it fit. She was, after all, much taller and curvaceous than he. Either way it was a struggle to button the thing up all the way, but she eventually managed by simply not latching the middlemost button of her bust.
Boy, was she ever glad of deciding to go through with a decision. Noxa found herself a new favorite thing — silk. It was smooth, soft… An absolute feast for her sense of touch! Extremely pleasing! Speaking of feasts… Katsu was absolutely right about the ‘silk’ material. She was definitely going to keep this one.
The delicious smell that wafted through the air, getting the starving woman’s attention. Between battling and a constant cycle of regeneration and amputation her body was pretty damn near exhausting its caloric tanks. The delicious scent gave Noxa a certainty that the wait would definitely be worth it. She naturally followed the intoxicating amalgam of aromas, her bare feet making her approach rather well known as her soles slapped against the floor.
She was rather loud when she didn’t care to mind her noise.
With the redheaded virago’s entrance into the kitchen came the sound of a deep breath being drawn. “Delicious.” came the word hidden within a heavy exhale. Noxa pulled up a chair close enough to the man’s cooking station to keep an eye on what he did, but just far enough away to not be in his way. The backrest of the chair faced Katsu. Noxa straddled the wooden backrest, her silk covered arms resting against the top, and her chin nesting atop of her arms. A looong yawn found itself escaping Noxa. Her lips smacked once or twice. A bit of hair reached up, rubbing her eyes.
“So, where did you learn to cook?” She asked, a fleshy finger reaching up and rubbing — scratching at her left cheek. She was still completely out of her armor.
“You’re a musician. A chef. A scientist. Is there anything you suck at?” Her tone was even and dull. It was clear she was just trying to make conversation. It was clear the quiet, standoffish nature of the woman had worn off quite some time ago. She was comfortable around him. He’d earned some degree of her trust. That much was clear enough.
In Noxa’s eyes if he wanted her dead he had PLENTY of chances to get rid of her.
“What did you have in mind for that favor?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 0:03:04 GMT
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Noxa was still making herself just seem adorable to Katsu's eyes as she decided to try out some unorthodox substances to clean herself off in the shower with. He wasn't sure whether to think of her as something like a little girl just discovering the world or the buxom maiden she appeared like anymore. He was however sad that it turned out that her attractiveness was methodical; a tool programmed into her design. For some reason he liked the idea of such things being completely natural, something both parties could choose to say yes or no to. In the future Katsu would have to endeavor not to tease or take advantage of Noxa in that way... at least until she realized why she couldn't take her eyes off of him when he showed off his muscles.
When Noxa would return to the kitchen Katsu would be moving about, settling a high mounded plate of food in the center of the table. It was filled to the brim with a mixture of chicken flavored rice, pork, chicken, and stir fried vegetables. Another plate was soon placed next to it, this one with a pyramid of eggrolls, two bowls of soy sauce framing the pyramid. The scent of chicken and pork emanated from them as well, an even greater variety of vegetables scents blending together to make anyone's mouth water. Katsu yet worked over something on the counter, a deep red paste that smelled incredibly sweet, almost like a jelly or jam. As he continued to tinker with the red paste he would answer Noxa's question, “Everywhere really. Most of my skills come from my knowledge of biology. When you know the precise range of sound at certain decibels vibrate the inner ear at a certain wavelength that triggers the brain's dopamine release, and then look up the works of artists to find out how close they got their music... well, to skip all the technobabble, I am good at knowing what is pleasing to humans because I know their biology. I can do the same for most known sentient species in our Galaxy.
“People are controlled by their biology far more than most give credit where it's due; if you can learn about what makes them tick physically you can learn a lot about their minds as well. You, for example, are probably wondering about some things recently, things happening to you, urges you're starting to feel but don't know how to sate. It's all due to your biology changing. My fault, partially.” Katsu gave a bit of a cough as he finished speaking for a bit, bringing over the deep red paste that he had been working on, the scent that wafted towards Noxa's nostrils was more than sweet now. It was no longer a mere paste, but there was a creamy texture to it. It smelled like a thick and rich milk soup of some kind now. Little sugar buns were placed next to the bowl on a big platter, this was placed farther away from Noxa for the moment. Dessert, obviously.
Sitting down across from Noxa, Katsu made a motion for her to dig into the rice and eggrolls if she hadn't already. He grabbed a few himself and began wolfing down the food, polishing off six eggrolls and a large plate of the rice mixture before he took a drink of some sake in a small cup, floating another cup over to Noxa's side for her. He then continued his conversation, “You see, when you were unconscious I felt that the curse or infection or whatever it was...was going to kill you before I could remove it completely. So I just... activated some of your dormant biology. I'm not sure why, but your creator decided to create you with a lot of your various functions off. Perhaps some kind of fail safe to prevent your turning on them. I'm not sure, but it had made you weaker than you should be. I turned those parts back on in hopes of granting you a better chance of maintaining homeostasis during the operation. I believe it was the defining factor for your survival, and I also believe if you test yourself, you'll find you're quite a bit faster and stronger now.. More coordinated as well...”
Katsu trailed off there, turning his attention back to his food. Did he pointedly ignore Noxa's question concerning his favor, or did he just not want to bring it up just yet, perhaps she would have to ask again, or move on to another subject for now. After all, Katsu had given her yet more to think about.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 1:04:46 GMT
A Bio Android’s form remained perfectly seated. Well, not perfectly — she sat like a mixture between a hoodlum or a very Phresh Prince. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the left as she watched the Doctor cook, awaiting her answer. The redhead didn’t want to break the Doctor’s concentration, so naturally she didn’t very much press him on the varied topics she’d brought up. Instead Noxa did something she seldom did; Noxa waited.
Built to be a top of the line predatorial force meant that Noxa did NOT have a problem waiting. It’s just that she simply chose to be more active than passive, unless a situation truly called for a slower, methodical approach.
She didn’t mind all that much. After all the heavy smell of bleach still stank her nostrils — amazing how humans use such foul chemicals to ‘clean’ their bodies. She didn’t understand why; she also didn’t understand how come The Doctor didn’t smell like bleach! Instead he smelled like… He…. He smelled — She couldn’t finish that train of thought. Again, Noxa found herself lost. She’d been drained and weakened from all of the strain recently placed on her physiology, which meant she was hungry. VERY, VERY hungry! The Bio Woman felt her mouth began to salivate; The Bio Woman allowed her mind to get lost in the sea of delicious, appetizing smells that seemed to cover every range of the human palette. Or at least whatever palette Noxa’s body was suited for.
The woman’s yearning biology felt the pull of hunger too great. She gave in. With her eyes set on the back of the Doctor and a slow lick of her lips the predator began to move.
Well, her hair did. The woman kept still and very quiet.
She observed him, watching out for any sudden movements; she needed to be aware of his perception. A waving tendril found itself snaking down her body, pressing between silky cloth and warm flesh. It slid further and further down her curves until it reached the floor past her feet. It knew exactly where to go — it knew exactly what to do. The stealthy approach resumed as the red tendril made its way over to its prey.
With a slow, but deliberate grasp the tendril suddenly attempted to make a squeezing grab towards Katsu’s mountain of food!
The Minx had to be careful. She needed to get something off the top as for the beautiful construct to NOT come crashing down. Noxa attempted to steal as much of the compact, portable food as possible: egg rolls, chicken balls, rice balls. The smell of the creamy, sweet, red sauce — or whatever it was — that Katsu worked on REALLY was a punch in the gut. Noxa, needing high caloric meals, found her sweet tooth particularly demanding at the moment. Naturally she was already over eating — or over sneaking — her meals. Soon other tendrils joined the original to faster transport the goodies into her mouth.
Yes. Mouth. Noxa wasn’t going to WASTE this meal by just absorbing it. The Bio Woman had come to learn that all of Katsu’s meals were a fine blend of extreme mineral density meshed together with the masterful culinary skills of a five star chef! So, no; Noxa wasn’t going to just absorb the meal no matter how hungry she was. Noxa was going to taste it. Savor it. Even if she currently stuffed her mouth to the point of not being able to breathe, much less reply to any of the things he spoke of. Noxa, at the moment, looked much like a snake that tried to bite off more than it could chew. She much food was stuffed into her hole that she’d ended up having. To dislocate her jaw to accommodate it all.
Well, that was IF she’d succeed in stealing some of the goodies from the pyramid of food. Either way, despite her hunger she found herself paying attention to Doctor Katsu’s commentary. She wasn’t extremely attentive to it, but she got the gist of it all. Once he’d done Noxa would forcefully swallowed what she could — hopefully before he turned around and saw the culprit in action.
A cough and a gasp for air later and Noxa would say. “Well, don’t worry. I won’t absorb you. You’re too valuable alive, right Doc? You patched me up; I owe you for that. It doesn’t matter how much the energy content of your muscles entice me; I won’t give in and eat you. I’m pretty good on that front.” She nodded giving him that extra assurance. In other words — no, Noxa hadn’t realized any change. Or, rather, she did, but erroneously assumed it was just another way her body called out for her to consume.
Should Noxa not have been caught or called out on any of her sneaky theft, then she’d smile sweetly. A big, fake, innocent smile. “I thought you’d never ask.” Before her hair would deliver food directly into her mouth in bite-size portions.
Now that the portion control was more on point Noxa was better able to pay attention to Katsu. The woman watched as he took a seat at the table, like a normal, well-mannered, civilized man. Noxa did what Noxa would do; she used her feet to drag the chair against the floor. The friction causing an infernal howl that tore at her sensitive hearing. She’d then simply pick the chair up and place it where it normally would be, before sitting down as one should. Well, almost. Her legs were spread extremely wide beneath the table, a position meant to give her more leverage as she leaned heavily against the furniture to better eat. Her mannerisms were absolutely disgusting — or would be, to a truly pedantic aristocrat.
Katsu spoke out as he ate. The wise man spoke of the curse; Katsu spoke of how he managed to extract it. Apparently he’d tinkered with Noxa’s biology. She wasn’t sure exactly what he’d done, but it left a bad taste in her mouth. She hardly knew the guy and he’d already been poking around inside her. The resentment didn’t last more than a few seconds. She understood it was necessary, and Noxa would much rather have a bio-engineer do it than anyone else, really. He gave his theory on why she’d not been fully active, but whatever. It made sense enough for her.
She noticed he didn’t mention the favor, but if he was happy to forget about it so was she.
“Alright, sounds good.” She figured, “I don’t suppose you found any neat things inside me, did you? Like a super mega bomb or something.” At this point she was being facetious. Making light of the dangerous situation that nearly claimed her completely.
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