Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20190816104251

"Ahh, he's a fiesty one.." Douglas smirked, rubbing his chin fascinated by Kreeds aggression. The scientist next to him grabbed a small device from her waist side and pressed a button on top of it. The device folded out, making a hologram that seemed to be a serie of data and notes. She traced a finger over it, writing down on it like a clipboard.

"Very aggressive indeed!" She said with too big a smile for someone of her profession "He'd be a perfect candidate for several types of tests and operation Ragnarok". Douglas's smile disappeared when she said about Kreed being used for anything else but his own personal gain.

"Oh ha ha, I don't think so sheila...He's coming with me"

"Ugh, what is it with you and stealing the subjects that interest me the most?! First the Wyvern that couldn't breath fire but instead utilises it's over active spike growth, then the Hellhound that brings a new meaning to 'hell froze over' and now this?! I'm not letting you ruin this opportunity again! I-"

With the click of Douglas's revolver, The woman stopped her protest as it pointed to her head. She didn't show fear at all though, she just seemed surprised.

"I said.....He's coming with me, now do the thing already!"

The woman just sighed with annoyance, not evening flinching at the fact she could've been killed right then and there.

"Fine, this will be but a moment.."

She walked over to the side where a sort of white-coloured, oddly round and tall object came out of the ground. Kinda look like something a lonely woman would have in her dresser. The scientist plugged her hand held device into a slot that opened on the object when she approached it. The once tablet turned into a keyboard and interface hybrid.

"Computer, prepare the subject for a size large, actually scratch that, size medium, model B4T neurological control helm....Oh, and remove the shock collar before hand."

"YES, AMELIA" A loud, robotic voice responded before a series of long metal, claw tipped arms came from Kreed's everyside, undoing the restrains on his wings before grabbing them, giving Kreed less than a second of freedom.

MEANWHILE

While the Theo was still sulking about what he thought was a unintentional killing, a large, noisy industrial machine loaded another glass crate next to him. If Theo would stop staring into nothingness and look to his left, he'd notice that it was a Werebat but to be more specific, it was Kreed's wife. She had a copper-black coat and was rather plump as well, mainly because she had a bun in the oven.