So about the breeding experiment, is Hana going to be the other subject or is she sort of overseeing it? And when should we bring that up in the roleplay?
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Was there anything that you were wanting Aeson to do during the physical? Or what the next interaction should be? I was thinking that at some point that Hana should get a tour of the enclosure?
Because we be unique and doing things backwards :D
The woman’s face held an expression that Aeson had not seen on a human face before. Oddly it seemed familiar, and he thought that maybe his kind had one similar. Not entirely sure of the proper protocol he should follow when dealing with human women, Aeson simply stared at her, following any movements she made. He was trying to read her and found it a fair bit more difficult than anticipated. Then again, the humans had always been difficult to read when compared to his own. Humans had always taken a strictly-business approach with him and so the woman’s familial speech and actions were a strange phenomenon. He continued to watch her, as well as Jeremiah, trying to find any discernable difference in how one behaved in the presence of a human female. For all he knew the difference could be as stark as night and day or completely moot. And choosing the wrong course of action might not be the brightest idea.
Already he had noted that the process of shaking a females hand was different than that of a males. She shook with both hands rather than just one, and held the position for far longer than he was accustomed. He kept his hand completely still throughout the process as she felt around his hand. Was this part of the greeting or the assessment? Aeson couldn’t be sure and as precaution tried to do the same to her. Feeling the shape of her hand with as small of movements as he could make. It was quite a bit smaller than a male humans, and completely dwarfed in comparison to Aeson’s own.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you too 14. And please, just call me Hana okay?" Finally she had let go of his hand, which dropped to his side trying to ignore the odd sensation that lingered. He wasn’t positive, but something of the previous action had felt out of place, awkward if you would.
“Han, a. Ha… na. Hana,” Aeson tested out the name a few times before finally saying it properly. For a moment he wondered if he should share his own name. Though it then occurred to him that he knew almost all of the scientist’s names, and he doubted if any of them knew his. “It is pleasure… Hana,” He reintroduced, the name still feeling foreign in his mouth.
It was then that Jeremiah left, leaving the two in the office by themselves. To which Aeson wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even more anxious. Being short a watchful eye meant that making a mistake in protocol was less likely to have repercussion, but it also meant that he was in a room with a person he had no idea how to behave around. Then after telling him to change, Doctor Lucien left the room, making him by himself.
Carefully he removed the brown fur skirt that had covered is lower half and slipped into the white hospital-style gown. His movements were slow and gingerly as he avoided touching anything he wasn’t supposed to. He had never quite figured out how, but the humans always knew when something had been touched. Once the gown was on he reached behind and began to tie to the back closed, with only enough room for his tail to stick out. It was odd to be in solitude for this, typically whichever human that was working on him would stay and watch.
“Dikaati thi't cichagi?” Aeson asked himself out loud, before quickly putting a hand over his mouth. The humans didn’t like hearing Mirrinian outside the village. He let out a sigh of relief when he remembered he was by himself. Finished with his dressing, he folded his skirt and placed on a small table and turned back to the door. Opening it he leaned his head into the hall, Doctor Lucien—Hana—had been waiting just outside.
“Ha-na, done now.” He said, giving her the confirmation that she could come back in.
Already he had noted that the process of shaking a females hand was different than that of a males. She shook with both hands rather than just one, and held the position for far longer than he was accustomed. He kept his hand completely still throughout the process as she felt around his hand. Was this part of the greeting or the assessment? Aeson couldn’t be sure and as precaution tried to do the same to her. Feeling the shape of her hand with as small of movements as he could make. It was quite a bit smaller than a male humans, and completely dwarfed in comparison to Aeson’s own.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you too 14. And please, just call me Hana okay?" Finally she had let go of his hand, which dropped to his side trying to ignore the odd sensation that lingered. He wasn’t positive, but something of the previous action had felt out of place, awkward if you would.
“Han, a. Ha… na. Hana,” Aeson tested out the name a few times before finally saying it properly. For a moment he wondered if he should share his own name. Though it then occurred to him that he knew almost all of the scientist’s names, and he doubted if any of them knew his. “It is pleasure… Hana,” He reintroduced, the name still feeling foreign in his mouth.
It was then that Jeremiah left, leaving the two in the office by themselves. To which Aeson wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even more anxious. Being short a watchful eye meant that making a mistake in protocol was less likely to have repercussion, but it also meant that he was in a room with a person he had no idea how to behave around. Then after telling him to change, Doctor Lucien left the room, making him by himself.
Carefully he removed the brown fur skirt that had covered is lower half and slipped into the white hospital-style gown. His movements were slow and gingerly as he avoided touching anything he wasn’t supposed to. He had never quite figured out how, but the humans always knew when something had been touched. Once the gown was on he reached behind and began to tie to the back closed, with only enough room for his tail to stick out. It was odd to be in solitude for this, typically whichever human that was working on him would stay and watch.
“Dikaati thi't cichagi?” Aeson asked himself out loud, before quickly putting a hand over his mouth. The humans didn’t like hearing Mirrinian outside the village. He let out a sigh of relief when he remembered he was by himself. Finished with his dressing, he folded his skirt and placed on a small table and turned back to the door. Opening it he leaned his head into the hall, Doctor Lucien—Hana—had been waiting just outside.
“Ha-na, done now.” He said, giving her the confirmation that she could come back in.
Hunched over a field tilling the land wasn’t exactly the ideal way of spending an early morning, but Aeson had been advised to be awake early today by Jeremiah. He had only taken moments of being awake before his mother started her daily pleas. Which gave him the idea of farming, to get away from her loud voice. She had been this way for as long as he could remember. Like the rest of their small group, perhaps only 20 or so, she was often upset with Aeson’s willingness to comply with the humans. Said he was brainwashed. And, maybe he was considering he had been born and grew under their watchful eye. Though he doubted it. Instead, Aeson thought that he was a bit smarter than the rest. He had been trained, definitely, but not brainwashed. He wasn’t the youngest in the group, though he was the only one born here who was old enough to have any tangible thoughts. If the Mirrin were honest with themselves, Aeson should never have been born. When their ship crashed his mother had already been heavily pregnant, her injuries should have killed him in utero. Yet somehow, they didn’t. And until only a few years ago, when the humans began performing invitro-fertilization on the Mirrin women, Aeson had been the only one born here. Now though, there were six new babes to the ‘village’ as they generously called it, with none of them being over three years. So, it was within reason that Aeson had become a favourite specimen among the humans. Times like this he was grateful for his ability to fold over his ears, essentially making him deaf until he chose to open them up again. A handy, though often overlooked, talent of his people.
“Aeson!” Suddenly the world regained its noise, for a moment it almost hurt Aesons sensitive ear. No, that was the hand that was tugging at it. Turning his head he came almost nose-to-nose with his mother. She was older, much older than him, and her appearance showed it quite harshly. Sharp wrinkles etched through her face making her look much more like the little creature that the humans called mice. Unlike his own, he nose was upturned making the four nostrils seem larger and more prominent. He had once heard Jeremiah describe her as prunish. And sometimes Aeson agreed. “Come here and look,” With her harsh grip changing from his ear to his shoulder she pushed him harshly to opposite side of the village. Where the exit that seemed to come and go when the humans wanted would appear. Not ten feet from was Goras, who was the next oldest from Aeson. Thought it was quite the leap between the two in age. Cut and bruised Goras laid crumpled on the ground. His injuries didn’t look anything serious, they’d heal in a few days. Aeson was not quite grasping what the fuss was about.
“Do you see this boy?” The village elder Haldir, who looked as though he’d turn to dust any moment, spoke hoarsely as he faced the boy. “This is what those people do. They take us, hold us down and beat us.” Aeson only rolled his eyes at the gravity in the oldmans voice.
“It’s his fault for struggling.” Goras had gone for a regular treatment. A few needles and he’d have been done and perfectly well. Perhaps even better than before. “It was only injections. Other than mishit vein, I’ve never been bruised or cut.” Intending to leave the conversation at just that, Aeson turned around to return to his tilling.
“IT’S LIKE HE’S ONE OF THEM, ELDER!” A shiver shot up Aesons spine as he heard his mother shriek and fall to her knees. He took a quick glance back to see her sobbing as the others rushed to console her. A pang of guilt walked through his mind, but despite Aeson returned to his work for several more hours. Even with his ears folded over he could still faintly hear his mother’s desperate cries. At that volume he wouldn’t be surprised if they had heard her from outside the glass, though the words would’ve been unintelligible.
“Number 14 please approach the gate!” A voice chimed over the dome, to which its only response was a growl or hiss from the Mirrin below. Except for the one it beckoned of course, to which it received no response at all.
Several moments passed when it bellowed again, “Number 14!” Again nothing. This went on a few more times, the announcer sounded increasingly agitated with each round.
Up in the watch tower two men who looked too young to work at infamous Area 51 were taking turns trying to summon the specimen requested for the new doctor. In between each press of the intercom button the two would bicker about the aliens below.
“Uncooperative,” The short, skinny one with blonde hair and freckles mumbled childishly.
“Lazy,” This one taller than the first, but still not all, with sleek black hair and coke-bottle glasses muttered back.
“No good-“They started in unison, but were both cut off when the Major walked in. He barely gave them a glance as he pulled his radio closer to his mouth.
“Don’t worry, Jim, I’m on it. Roger.” Though he didn’t hear anything, he could just see the professor sighing. Using Roger was long since outdated, but the Major would be damned if it didn’t make him feel at least a little badass. “For two genius, you two sure are stupid,”
Almost leisurely the Major walked up to the command board a pressed a small glowing button with the word “Lights” on it. Immediately the lights in the dome believe began to flash. It irritated the hell out of the Mirrin, but it sure got their attention.
Down below, Aeson was unsurprisingly startled by the sudden bright flash. He must’ve jumped a good foot or more in the air, causing his ears to unfold from the force. All at once the loud sounds of displeasure bombarded his mind, almost overloading his senses. After the world finished spinning Aeson put one hand of his eyes, blocking the flashing light, and used his other to guide him to where the exit would appear. No fuss, no hesitation.
Going through the opening that came from nowhere, Aeson was greeted by an armed guard designed to be his escort. Though he was sure it was just protocol, both him and the humans knew he hardly needed one. Maybe for directions. Unlike the others Aeson had figured out that the key to living a long time, and living it comfortably, around here was to just follow orders. The other Mirrinians made it difficult on themselves by struggling and resisting the men. The walk through the maze-like always was a quiet one. He hadn’t heard a guard speak since they figured out he could understand them. Something else none of the other Mirrinians could do. He was the only translator for either language.
The humans had never been able to crack the Mirrinian language on their own, and Aesons fellows refused to teach them. While Aeson personally had tried once or twice, they quickly found he was not meant for teaching. And the humans had never intended for any of his kind to learn their tongue. Aeson himself was only able to learn from being raised alongside it. Once they learned he could speak, the humans were gracious enough to teach him to read and write. Though he didn’t like doing much of either. Human stories made no sense, and writing simply took too much time.
At last the long walk had ended and they came up beside the glass doors with the sign
MIRRIN MEDICAL FACILITY
The guard gestured to the door, indicating that Aeson was to go in then left. This was far from the first time he had been here, in fact this was probably the building he spent the most time in. However, Aeson wasn’t due for more tests for another few days. He stood there for a moment, perplexed as to why he had been brought here at such an odd interval. Was he ill? He felt fine. Maybe there was a new test that just came out? That seemed feasible.
Gathering his resolve Aeson entered the building and was greeted by Jeremiah. And another… human? It looked humanish at least. The face was human, but the body was different. In his time here, Aeson had seen humans of all colours and sizes but none of this shape.
“14, this is Doctor Lucien,” Jeremiah smiled and gestured towards her than back towards Aeson, “Doctor, this is Specimen Number 14: This facilities prized possession.” Aeson just stared at the doctor, completely perplexed by her appearance. Maybe she was a female? Aeson had always wondered where the humans kept their women, having not seen one. So that would be the most logical answer.
Slowly Aeson held out his hand to shake. A gesture for greeting amongst humans. “It is pleasure to be meeting Doctor Lucien,” He said rigidly, forcing a smile.
“Aeson!” Suddenly the world regained its noise, for a moment it almost hurt Aesons sensitive ear. No, that was the hand that was tugging at it. Turning his head he came almost nose-to-nose with his mother. She was older, much older than him, and her appearance showed it quite harshly. Sharp wrinkles etched through her face making her look much more like the little creature that the humans called mice. Unlike his own, he nose was upturned making the four nostrils seem larger and more prominent. He had once heard Jeremiah describe her as prunish. And sometimes Aeson agreed. “Come here and look,” With her harsh grip changing from his ear to his shoulder she pushed him harshly to opposite side of the village. Where the exit that seemed to come and go when the humans wanted would appear. Not ten feet from was Goras, who was the next oldest from Aeson. Thought it was quite the leap between the two in age. Cut and bruised Goras laid crumpled on the ground. His injuries didn’t look anything serious, they’d heal in a few days. Aeson was not quite grasping what the fuss was about.
“Do you see this boy?” The village elder Haldir, who looked as though he’d turn to dust any moment, spoke hoarsely as he faced the boy. “This is what those people do. They take us, hold us down and beat us.” Aeson only rolled his eyes at the gravity in the oldmans voice.
“It’s his fault for struggling.” Goras had gone for a regular treatment. A few needles and he’d have been done and perfectly well. Perhaps even better than before. “It was only injections. Other than mishit vein, I’ve never been bruised or cut.” Intending to leave the conversation at just that, Aeson turned around to return to his tilling.
“IT’S LIKE HE’S ONE OF THEM, ELDER!” A shiver shot up Aesons spine as he heard his mother shriek and fall to her knees. He took a quick glance back to see her sobbing as the others rushed to console her. A pang of guilt walked through his mind, but despite Aeson returned to his work for several more hours. Even with his ears folded over he could still faintly hear his mother’s desperate cries. At that volume he wouldn’t be surprised if they had heard her from outside the glass, though the words would’ve been unintelligible.
“Number 14 please approach the gate!” A voice chimed over the dome, to which its only response was a growl or hiss from the Mirrin below. Except for the one it beckoned of course, to which it received no response at all.
Several moments passed when it bellowed again, “Number 14!” Again nothing. This went on a few more times, the announcer sounded increasingly agitated with each round.
Up in the watch tower two men who looked too young to work at infamous Area 51 were taking turns trying to summon the specimen requested for the new doctor. In between each press of the intercom button the two would bicker about the aliens below.
“Uncooperative,” The short, skinny one with blonde hair and freckles mumbled childishly.
“Lazy,” This one taller than the first, but still not all, with sleek black hair and coke-bottle glasses muttered back.
“No good-“They started in unison, but were both cut off when the Major walked in. He barely gave them a glance as he pulled his radio closer to his mouth.
“Don’t worry, Jim, I’m on it. Roger.” Though he didn’t hear anything, he could just see the professor sighing. Using Roger was long since outdated, but the Major would be damned if it didn’t make him feel at least a little badass. “For two genius, you two sure are stupid,”
Almost leisurely the Major walked up to the command board a pressed a small glowing button with the word “Lights” on it. Immediately the lights in the dome believe began to flash. It irritated the hell out of the Mirrin, but it sure got their attention.
Down below, Aeson was unsurprisingly startled by the sudden bright flash. He must’ve jumped a good foot or more in the air, causing his ears to unfold from the force. All at once the loud sounds of displeasure bombarded his mind, almost overloading his senses. After the world finished spinning Aeson put one hand of his eyes, blocking the flashing light, and used his other to guide him to where the exit would appear. No fuss, no hesitation.
Going through the opening that came from nowhere, Aeson was greeted by an armed guard designed to be his escort. Though he was sure it was just protocol, both him and the humans knew he hardly needed one. Maybe for directions. Unlike the others Aeson had figured out that the key to living a long time, and living it comfortably, around here was to just follow orders. The other Mirrinians made it difficult on themselves by struggling and resisting the men. The walk through the maze-like always was a quiet one. He hadn’t heard a guard speak since they figured out he could understand them. Something else none of the other Mirrinians could do. He was the only translator for either language.
The humans had never been able to crack the Mirrinian language on their own, and Aesons fellows refused to teach them. While Aeson personally had tried once or twice, they quickly found he was not meant for teaching. And the humans had never intended for any of his kind to learn their tongue. Aeson himself was only able to learn from being raised alongside it. Once they learned he could speak, the humans were gracious enough to teach him to read and write. Though he didn’t like doing much of either. Human stories made no sense, and writing simply took too much time.
At last the long walk had ended and they came up beside the glass doors with the sign
MIRRIN MEDICAL FACILITY
The guard gestured to the door, indicating that Aeson was to go in then left. This was far from the first time he had been here, in fact this was probably the building he spent the most time in. However, Aeson wasn’t due for more tests for another few days. He stood there for a moment, perplexed as to why he had been brought here at such an odd interval. Was he ill? He felt fine. Maybe there was a new test that just came out? That seemed feasible.
Gathering his resolve Aeson entered the building and was greeted by Jeremiah. And another… human? It looked humanish at least. The face was human, but the body was different. In his time here, Aeson had seen humans of all colours and sizes but none of this shape.
“14, this is Doctor Lucien,” Jeremiah smiled and gestured towards her than back towards Aeson, “Doctor, this is Specimen Number 14: This facilities prized possession.” Aeson just stared at the doctor, completely perplexed by her appearance. Maybe she was a female? Aeson had always wondered where the humans kept their women, having not seen one. So that would be the most logical answer.
Slowly Aeson held out his hand to shake. A gesture for greeting amongst humans. “It is pleasure to be meeting Doctor Lucien,” He said rigidly, forcing a smile.
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