Experiment 03

[notawhale]

[Phone]

[It's Naze's usual raspy voice chiming in over the phone, chiming in during the late afternoon now that people have seen what's going on]Interesting. So the town thinks we'll be satisfied with these kinds of replacements? They're honestly disgusting... but at least more convincing than the usual drones. I'm curious as to what makes them

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[fatefullfriend]

[After hearing the phone call, Arf decided she was going to deal with this issue herself. Naze hasn't seen her in her humanoid for, so that was the one she was in when the girl finally came home.

Perhaps the tail and ears might tip Naze off if she can see them through the dim light in her basement. Where else would a girl be doing these kind of experiments at? The kitchen table? Arms crossed, Arf watches and waits to be noticed.]

[notawhale]

[Not one to pass up some good mad scientist tropes, she was certainly in her basement. Was she wiping off scalpels and other instruments stolen from the hospital because she was getting them polished and ready, or had she already used them? In any case, it's a few moments before she turns and notices the woman]

...do you have some business here?

[fatefullfriend]

[Perhaps Naze would feel the scorn coming from Arf as the wolf-woman gazed down at the grl. Or maybe the wrongness that centered on Arf now would override that. Still, she didn't reply right away, but watched silently for a bit longer.]

You need to leave well enough alone.

[notawhale]

[She didn't recognize Arf, but after a few moments she recognized that feeling she was getting from the woman.]

Oh, is this a warning from them? I must be on the right track.

[fatefullfriend]

No. It's a warning from me. Bad children get bitten when they play with things they shouldn't.

[notawhale]

Curious turn of phrase.

[And then she spots the ears]

Oh. So you were something like that, huh?

[And though she seems nonchalant, she's picking up some hypodermics full of something that should be good for knocking people out...]

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf watches Naze, wondering if she even knows how big of a mistake she would be making should she try to stick that in Arf.]

Whatever you'll gain from this isn't what you think it will. How many have you taken?

[notawhale]

[It's partly as self-defense too, since without her Minus she's just a squishy scientist...]

I don't really see a need to answer that. If anything, I should be asking the questions here - it'll be a lot easier for everyone involved if you just cooperate.

[fatefullfriend]

Cooperate how? I'm not going to let you cut into my body or anyone else in your misguided search for the truth.

Put that down.

[notawhale]

I was just thinking of asking a few questions [No she wasn't] but if you bring that up, I guess it does seem to hold merit. You look like you have a nice body - I wouldn't mind seeing every inch of it.

[She says shit like this in canon I swear]

And I think not. I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with your presence; you wouldn't really ask a nice girl like to me to set aside her only means of defense, would you?

[fatefullfriend]

That's an option not available to you. [Arf hasn't moved the whole time, remaining as she was leaning against the wall.]

If it had a chance of working, perhaps I'd consider it a means of defense. You're out of your league child. Set it down and give up these notions you have.

[notawhale]

Well, there's merit in fighting battles you can't win...

[She starts to walk around the table she was working at towards Arf]

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf remains where she is, though she's watching Naze keenly, ears focused forward on the girl.]

Don't be stupid, child.

[notawhale]

Well, it's not like I think this is one...

[She twirls the hypo in her hand as she starts to move towards the woman - a distraction from her other hand more discreetly taking hold on a scalpel]

[fatefullfriend]

Then you will pay the price of being mistaken. You will learn.

[notawhale]

I'm hoping to learn something, anyway.

[But enough talk, have at you! She goes for the feint with the hypo, bringing around the scalpel held close in her other hand to go for the ham-string]