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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 8 2016, 05:25 PM (114 Views) | |
| VIDELDELETE | Feb 8 2016, 05:25 PM Post #1 |
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His name was Dr. Pale, or at least, that's what he signed up under when he pursued his degrees in biology, medicine, and the scientific fields that he had chosen to study under. He was a rising star in the scientific community, a prodigy they called him with a lot of fanciful, if secretive, ideas that he was experimenting with. The albino was also a former member of the New Red Ribbon Army, before he split off from it temporarily to pursue his own interests under the stipulation that he have a chip implanted into his tongue that prevented him from revealing his former association with the NRRA or it's secrets. He had been looking through the lists of contacts that his Grandfather Dr. Gero had given him, contacts involving members of the scientific community, like Wheelo, Myuu, Raichi, Flappe, the Briefs, and so many others, but one that truly caught his interest was none other than that of Dr. Danica Selene. She was someone that had truly caught his interest, in that she had some of her own ideas and had dabbled in Synthetics, which was one of his specialties. Mentally thanking his Grandfather for the list of contacts, he had proceeded to type in the number necessary to get a video conference with Dr. Danica Selene. "Connecting, connecting, connecting, connecti-" the automated voice of his video chat said, before it was cut off by the line connecting, and an image of a woman appearing on the screen. Taking a glance at the list of contacts once more, and the woman matched the photo attached to the contacts, and assuming that this woman was none other than Dr. Selene, he had felt it best that he proceed to introduce himself to the woman, clearing his throat and bowing his head in greeting. "Greetings Dr. Selene. My name is Dr. Pale, and I was hoping I could speak with you, since you are a bit of a dab hand at synthetics, or at least synthetic-based ideas. I'm hoping that we could trade some notes and such on our work and compare them to our own" Dr. Pale said in a neutral, polite tone of voice as he introduced himself to her. He felt it was only best that he get right down to business, since he wasn't aware what kind of person Dr. Selene was just yet, so he felt it best to act very formal and professional when dealing with an unknown. ______ WC: 410 |
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| Cyborg Sol | Feb 11 2016, 11:51 PM Post #2 |
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Smooth moves Sol
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At the time Dr. Selene was busy looking over the substantial amount of combat and control data she had gathered over the past year from her children. She was combing both the data and physical samples for anything she might have overlooked. She was quite surprised by the results of her experimentations, her four subsequent complete cyborgs despite their completion as a refinement of the technology she had augmented her first son Sol with the four demonstrated a slower level of growth. Furthermore none of them had demonstrated superior or inferior abilities despite their vastly different physical forms. It was quite bewildering and so far all she had to explain it was the additional year of training and activity Sol had over his siblings. Danica’s train of thought was interrupted by the sudden melodious beeping of here computers conference call application. For a moment the doctor starred at her computer in confusion. As secure as it was to communicate with, her number wasn’t one that just handed out, at least not since her university days. Tilting her head she pondered the situation and ended up shrugging. Her son had probably handed her number to some hapless amateur that was working under him and was in desparate need of her expert advice. It really seemed like the only possible conclusion. Answering the call the creator of the complete cyborgs was greeted by the enigmatic doctor pale. She was quite surprised he was younger and far more fashion minded then what she was expecting. Though it seemed she was right, he had need of her scientific expertise, he played it off as wanting to sharing information regaurding synthetics but she was set in her first impression she was certain that the young man was trying to save face. “My, My its been a while since someone asked for my advice on synthetics. I’ve not bothered investing much time in that feild since I began investigating organism re-engineering. But I suppose if my son told you this number I’ll give you the help you need Dr. Pale.” ![]() WC: 344 |
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