Jurassic Park: Prototype King
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- He/Him
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- Location
- Nottinghamshire, England
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Vault166
Demonic Giggling Crow (Wants the Shiny!)
- Location
- The Vault Of Crows
The human beneath your claws was familiar somehow, it almost felt like you should try to figure why they looked so, so... The though escaped you as curiosity burbled in your mind.
Bringing everything back into focus as you looked back down upon your quarry. Rolling and adjusting the creature into the best position in order to peal them apart. What color was their blood? How did it move through their body? Would their brain have the strange smoothness that most creatures seemed to share?
You already had you claw in place trailing a red line as you marked just were you would start cutting, when something caught your attention. It was a gurgle that sounded out in away that reminded you of your own speech. A clatter of scales that sounded like crackling grass and broken twigs.
You knew these sounds, you made them so very often after all. You could understand them as well, not even needing to think as they clinked in your mind like falling stones.
It ignited your curiosity in a whole new way, your claw pausing as you looked up nearly without thinking your eyes dilating wide to see everything they could.
Past the sparse tree line, in the middle of a patch of tall grass stood a creature you had seen before. It's scales pitch black with a line of blue shimmering along it's side, giving the allusion of glowing as it blue eyes burned into you own.
It was you, young and small. Barely larger than your foot and only as tall as one of the small furred creatures you had pulled apart. The younger you stood frozen it's mouth still open after it's choice to speak. the air still echoing the condemnation through your ears.
The sound a mix of disgust and revulsion, of absolute repulsion finally registering in your mind. Though you disregarded it all the same as you moved as though you had been pulled by strings. Your right leg slightly longer the left as you lunged forward, mucus pooling in you mouth as prepared your venom.
Crashing down on this strange reflection of yourself, you had spat into it's eyes as it screeched in pain before ceasing to move. Restrained by both the large talon you had placed over it as well as the paralytic properties of your poison.
Your claws lengthening as you tensed your hand, preparing for you next move as you adjusted this new curiosity. You couldn't wait to see just how you worked as you sliced through chattering scales.
You couldn't help the excited chatter that clattered from your malformed jaw, after all you were so very curious.
You shot to your feet, tripping over your sister as you tumbled over her sleeping form, banging your snout on the ground as you tried to rush away in a panic only to run into the wall of your den.
it was only as you fell to the again that reason reasserted itself.
Memories of your own wide blue eyes on a mishapen face as it gleefully cut you apart already fading into nonsensical mishmash of shapes and colors.
No, you were in your den, Morada was okay, even as the little thing turned her head to look at you, wide purple eyes looking down on with sleepy disdain, before letting out an annoyed trill.
Everything was perfectly okay.
Gained Trait: A Vision of Cruelty
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A/N: writing this update gave me such a headache for some reason.
Bringing everything back into focus as you looked back down upon your quarry. Rolling and adjusting the creature into the best position in order to peal them apart. What color was their blood? How did it move through their body? Would their brain have the strange smoothness that most creatures seemed to share?
You already had you claw in place trailing a red line as you marked just were you would start cutting, when something caught your attention. It was a gurgle that sounded out in away that reminded you of your own speech. A clatter of scales that sounded like crackling grass and broken twigs.
You knew these sounds, you made them so very often after all. You could understand them as well, not even needing to think as they clinked in your mind like falling stones.
It ignited your curiosity in a whole new way, your claw pausing as you looked up nearly without thinking your eyes dilating wide to see everything they could.
Past the sparse tree line, in the middle of a patch of tall grass stood a creature you had seen before. It's scales pitch black with a line of blue shimmering along it's side, giving the allusion of glowing as it blue eyes burned into you own.
It was you, young and small. Barely larger than your foot and only as tall as one of the small furred creatures you had pulled apart. The younger you stood frozen it's mouth still open after it's choice to speak. the air still echoing the condemnation through your ears.
The sound a mix of disgust and revulsion, of absolute repulsion finally registering in your mind. Though you disregarded it all the same as you moved as though you had been pulled by strings. Your right leg slightly longer the left as you lunged forward, mucus pooling in you mouth as prepared your venom.
Crashing down on this strange reflection of yourself, you had spat into it's eyes as it screeched in pain before ceasing to move. Restrained by both the large talon you had placed over it as well as the paralytic properties of your poison.
Your claws lengthening as you tensed your hand, preparing for you next move as you adjusted this new curiosity. You couldn't wait to see just how you worked as you sliced through chattering scales.
You couldn't help the excited chatter that clattered from your malformed jaw, after all you were so very curious.
You shot to your feet, tripping over your sister as you tumbled over her sleeping form, banging your snout on the ground as you tried to rush away in a panic only to run into the wall of your den.
it was only as you fell to the again that reason reasserted itself.
Memories of your own wide blue eyes on a mishapen face as it gleefully cut you apart already fading into nonsensical mishmash of shapes and colors.
No, you were in your den, Morada was okay, even as the little thing turned her head to look at you, wide purple eyes looking down on with sleepy disdain, before letting out an annoyed trill.
Everything was perfectly okay.
Gained Trait: A Vision of Cruelty
Dino Do what?
Pick an Interlude
[] Power Nap
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[] Write in
A/N: writing this update gave me such a headache for some reason.
It returned
…So, ah we have effectively shut down the worst possible evolution of our Curious At Heart trait, right?
The character information is still missing this.
[X] Questions from above
- Location
- MN
[X] Questions from above
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Questions from above
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Questions from above
[X] Questions from above
- Location
- Poland
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Questions from above
[X] Questions from above
Omake: "What are you?"
- Location
- Somewhere Beyond the Sea
Really liking this quest so far, it's definitely one of the more unique ones I've found and I figured I may as well write an omake for this.
Omake: "What are you?"
There was something wrong with Project Chimera.
Oh sure, everyone knew that by now, the largest and most infamous - Azula, was by far the most radical example of genetic engineering that Conrad ever seen, before that point, the limits of their work began and ended with splicing tree frog material into the incomplete genome, the twins were simply concieved as the next logical step.
In Conrad's opinion? Project Chimera was a... learning experience, a stress test in seeing how far they could take the methods and technology of the time, unlike Mr Hammond, he was not in Project Chimera to create a theme park attraction ("More Teeth", hah! The T.Rex had plenty enough as is), but to learn how to further refine their gene-editing techniques.
And, well... they learned, alright.
The Allotops hybrid was, to put it bluntly, a mess, it's a small miracle it even lived long enough to heave itself out of its egg! Multiple organ failures, bleeding in the brain, repetitive and involuntary actions (read: "Banging its head repeatedly against the wall"), a completely non-functioning stomach, it was practically a walking corpse by the time it finally died, and the tumours within its cadaver were numerous, entire clusters of them had been found on almost every organ and removed for study (along with the organs themselves)
And yet... it had still lived? More than that, it seemed to have been perfectly healthy only a few months ago, no signs of cancerous growths, a typical diet, healthy caloric intake, even its stool samples came back with no sign of the degeneration that eventually killed it.
Conrad sighed, feeling that everpresent twinge of aching pain in chest, whether that be of stress, one too many sodas or the tropical air, he didn't know, and frankly, it was irrelevant.
As he pulled out yet another sample of the failed Allotops Chimera, (which had been taken only a few hours after its scuffle with the 'Azula' Chimera), Conrad got to work on preparing it for analysis, bitterly whispering curses towards the inconsistent mess of an operating system.
Of course each sample would take five minutes per analysis...
As soon as the results came back and he parsed through the sequenced genome, Conrad paused, and double checked it- triple-checked the results.
Pulling open the results of the Allotops autopsy and the records taken of its genome, Conrad's eyes widened as he processed the data, comparing the samples once, then twice, again.
"What the... no, this can't be right." Conrad breathed out in disbelief as he glanced towards the sample.
In just a few hours, (quite literally the time between breakfast and lunch) the first signs of cancerous growths had been detected in the samples, small tumours had already begun forming (no less than only a handful of cells per tumour, but even that should've been detected by the Allotops immune system) within the sample and he-
Wait.
The Allotops had wounded Azula during the incident only a few hours before this sample...
Conrad felt that same ache in his chest, reminding him all too well of the blood in his caffeine system, and he blanched.
What if...
What the Azula Chimera's blood had caused this?
But the Chimera was fine! Perfectly healthy and surprisignly stable for a mishmash of differing species (although that parrot DNA had given it an almost uncanny ability to speak and learn), and it- she showed no signs of the degenerative effects like the Allotops, even her sibling was somewhat healthy (at least as far as HE knew) and they had been so for almost a year now!
But then... what if that was the reason why?
The Allotops must've... ended up with some of the Hybrid's blood spilled onto it during the scuffle, and there may very well have been a chance that the degeneration Conrad has observed was not some flaw in the creature's design, not some error encoded into its genome, but a symptom of something else?
Slowly, Conrad inched away from the sample, his hand already reaching all the way back into his sample drawer, he pulled out three more, one being a vial containing some Tyrannosaurus blood (sourced from one 'Rexy') another, some scale samples (again, 'Rexy's name was marked onto the side of this sample container) and finally, a sample of the Azula Chimera's blood.
Wu may have confiscated most of the samples, but Conrad was secretly thankful that he had... unwittingly forgotten this one, barely a pipette's worth of blood and almost as old as the Allotops sample.
This was not sanctioned, this probably wasn't even legal, but he needed to know.
Donning a second pair of gloves, Conrad gingerly removed the Allotops sample, storing it for later examination and handling the container as if it might have been infectious, but as soon as he did so, he took out a small strip of Tyrannosaurus skin with a pair of tweezers and placed it down on his workspace, his hands almost shivered as he touched the Azula-Chimera's blood sample, his fingers clenching around the vial as he dipped a pipette into the blood, letting it drink of its contents as he did so.
Then, he hovered it over the T.Rex sample, and gently squeezed his finger and thumb together.
*Drip.*
Once the drop had made contact with the skin sample, Conrad held his breath as he watched the crimson bead pool on the thin sample, placing the pipette into the vial from whence it came.
For almost half an hour, well past closing time and well into the night, Conrad watched the sample like a hawk, and slowly, it dried.
Were it any other time, he would've laughed at the spectacle of literally watching blood dry, but here, now? He couldn't afford to take his eyes off the sample.
After forty-five minutes (exactly the amount of time after the Allotops had been exposed to the blood), he prepped it for analysis, following every single biohazard rule his long years of work had drilled into him, and when it finally showed the fruits of his labour?
Tumours, small clusters, only a few cells each, perfectly identical to the Allotops sample in almost every way,
Conrad could only stare at the degenerating strip of T.Rex skin, and the chain-reaction already unfolding within it.
"What on God's green Earth did you make, Wu?"
Sorry if any details are wrong or inconsistent by the way.
Omake: "What are you?"
There was something wrong with Project Chimera.
Oh sure, everyone knew that by now, the largest and most infamous - Azula, was by far the most radical example of genetic engineering that Conrad ever seen, before that point, the limits of their work began and ended with splicing tree frog material into the incomplete genome, the twins were simply concieved as the next logical step.
In Conrad's opinion? Project Chimera was a... learning experience, a stress test in seeing how far they could take the methods and technology of the time, unlike Mr Hammond, he was not in Project Chimera to create a theme park attraction ("More Teeth", hah! The T.Rex had plenty enough as is), but to learn how to further refine their gene-editing techniques.
And, well... they learned, alright.
The Allotops hybrid was, to put it bluntly, a mess, it's a small miracle it even lived long enough to heave itself out of its egg! Multiple organ failures, bleeding in the brain, repetitive and involuntary actions (read: "Banging its head repeatedly against the wall"), a completely non-functioning stomach, it was practically a walking corpse by the time it finally died, and the tumours within its cadaver were numerous, entire clusters of them had been found on almost every organ and removed for study (along with the organs themselves)
And yet... it had still lived? More than that, it seemed to have been perfectly healthy only a few months ago, no signs of cancerous growths, a typical diet, healthy caloric intake, even its stool samples came back with no sign of the degeneration that eventually killed it.
Conrad sighed, feeling that everpresent twinge of aching pain in chest, whether that be of stress, one too many sodas or the tropical air, he didn't know, and frankly, it was irrelevant.
As he pulled out yet another sample of the failed Allotops Chimera, (which had been taken only a few hours after its scuffle with the 'Azula' Chimera), Conrad got to work on preparing it for analysis, bitterly whispering curses towards the inconsistent mess of an operating system.
Of course each sample would take five minutes per analysis...
As soon as the results came back and he parsed through the sequenced genome, Conrad paused, and double checked it- triple-checked the results.
Pulling open the results of the Allotops autopsy and the records taken of its genome, Conrad's eyes widened as he processed the data, comparing the samples once, then twice, again.
"What the... no, this can't be right." Conrad breathed out in disbelief as he glanced towards the sample.
In just a few hours, (quite literally the time between breakfast and lunch) the first signs of cancerous growths had been detected in the samples, small tumours had already begun forming (no less than only a handful of cells per tumour, but even that should've been detected by the Allotops immune system) within the sample and he-
Wait.
The Allotops had wounded Azula during the incident only a few hours before this sample...
Conrad felt that same ache in his chest, reminding him all too well of the blood in his caffeine system, and he blanched.
What if...
What the Azula Chimera's blood had caused this?
But the Chimera was fine! Perfectly healthy and surprisignly stable for a mishmash of differing species (although that parrot DNA had given it an almost uncanny ability to speak and learn), and it- she showed no signs of the degenerative effects like the Allotops, even her sibling was somewhat healthy (at least as far as HE knew) and they had been so for almost a year now!
But then... what if that was the reason why?
The Allotops must've... ended up with some of the Hybrid's blood spilled onto it during the scuffle, and there may very well have been a chance that the degeneration Conrad has observed was not some flaw in the creature's design, not some error encoded into its genome, but a symptom of something else?
Slowly, Conrad inched away from the sample, his hand already reaching all the way back into his sample drawer, he pulled out three more, one being a vial containing some Tyrannosaurus blood (sourced from one 'Rexy') another, some scale samples (again, 'Rexy's name was marked onto the side of this sample container) and finally, a sample of the Azula Chimera's blood.
Wu may have confiscated most of the samples, but Conrad was secretly thankful that he had... unwittingly forgotten this one, barely a pipette's worth of blood and almost as old as the Allotops sample.
This was not sanctioned, this probably wasn't even legal, but he needed to know.
Donning a second pair of gloves, Conrad gingerly removed the Allotops sample, storing it for later examination and handling the container as if it might have been infectious, but as soon as he did so, he took out a small strip of Tyrannosaurus skin with a pair of tweezers and placed it down on his workspace, his hands almost shivered as he touched the Azula-Chimera's blood sample, his fingers clenching around the vial as he dipped a pipette into the blood, letting it drink of its contents as he did so.
Then, he hovered it over the T.Rex sample, and gently squeezed his finger and thumb together.
*Drip.*
Once the drop had made contact with the skin sample, Conrad held his breath as he watched the crimson bead pool on the thin sample, placing the pipette into the vial from whence it came.
For almost half an hour, well past closing time and well into the night, Conrad watched the sample like a hawk, and slowly, it dried.
Were it any other time, he would've laughed at the spectacle of literally watching blood dry, but here, now? He couldn't afford to take his eyes off the sample.
After forty-five minutes (exactly the amount of time after the Allotops had been exposed to the blood), he prepped it for analysis, following every single biohazard rule his long years of work had drilled into him, and when it finally showed the fruits of his labour?
Tumours, small clusters, only a few cells each, perfectly identical to the Allotops sample in almost every way,
Conrad could only stare at the degenerating strip of T.Rex skin, and the chain-reaction already unfolding within it.
"What on God's green Earth did you make, Wu?"
Sorry if any details are wrong or inconsistent by the way.