Enough was enough ( Read more... )

Here's the thing. While Igors may be hideously malformed and scarred, at least according to most standards, they don't start out that way. Igors are born looking quite ordinary, and as they grow older, they shape themselves: adding and subtracting and scarring.

Igors do, but not Igorinas. Igornias are generally exceptionally beautiful, with ( Read more... )

Igor woke up, absolutely terrified, and leapt out of bed to lurch his way to the mirror. When he saw his reflection, he breathed a sigh of relief. All his fingers and toes were there, and his hunch and the scars. He smoothed his fingers over the one on his forehead, shuddering a little ( Read more... )

"Scrapth!" It was a child's wail, very loud and very piercing, and the made-of-many-parts dog bounded across the workshop, a tool in his mouth that really should not be in the hands of a child, especially not an Igor child ( Read more... )

The doors to Igor's warehouse were thrown wide to catch any breeze that might want to sneak in, and Scraps was playing with a moth in the doorway ( Read more... )

Igor had been handwavily lurking and observing his volunteers, and was quite satisfied with the information he'd gathered.

Now it was time to swap them back.

The doors were once more thrown open, the machine readied, and a place for Adah to hand out her forms set up.

[*cough* I totally crossed this out, really wait for extensive OCD, please!]

Igor had raced back from class to throw open the doors to his warehouse, the best thing about it being a warehouse that it did, in fact, have very large double ones. He'd spent the night before tidying away anything he thought might put their volunteers off, including throwing sheets over the various jars of stuff ( Read more... )

A single Pi-Rat scampered into Igor's warehouse. It took one look around - taking in the shelves full of jars, some of which glowed and some of which were full of partly grown body parts - and scampered right back out again ( Read more... )

Igor's experiment with mind swapping had gone very well. The spider had been a mouse; the mouse had been a spider.

Igor's experiment with unswapping had not gone so well. He now had a mammal and an arachnid sharing both a cage and a severe identity crisis. More work on the machine would be needed ( Read more... )

"Oh, yes, Scraps. This is excellent." There was a complicated array of wires, threaded through curling, curving, twisting glass tubes, stretching from the wall socket to a tank filled with bubbling, glowing goo. There were vague shadowy lumps floating in it ( Read more... )