- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy of all kinds★★!! Here's a list: modern/urban, magic and swords, otherworldly/fish out of water, faeries and unicorns, sometimes dark, sometimes superhero-ish, sometimes mixed with sci-fi. The Boo Girlie's always down for weird, wild or whimsical! Yayuh!! :3 Oh! And Sky Pirates too~~!!
~Jet~
Panther Subject: PO-001994
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Panther Subject: PO-001994
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Part of it was the training ingrained into her and part of it was just Jet being Jet; she just had to scout out the exterior and premises of the house. Yes, she was doing recon but this female was just like a big curious kitty afterall. After taking a few moments to herself, the panther gave one last survey of the scenery beyond the back patio setup then gave a curt head nod. All good here. The panther then stretched upward her neck and bit onto the backdoor handle, twisted her head a bit, and the door swung open.
The air beyond open backdoorway reeked of tension and anxiety and so, without going into the same room as the tense and anxious hybrids, the big cat padded her way up the back stairway to the second floor. Upon her haunches she sat when she reached the top and gave a cursory glance at the architecture (and electronic devices on the walls) up here. She then decided to open all the doors till she found the best-- Oooooooh... yes. Oh hell yes!! This. Is. My. Room!
Of course it was the biggest and most lavish (if you could call it that) room that she found. It was her room now and why not? She was the most important creature here, hands down! Without a moments hesitation, the big midnight hued cat pounced upon the big plushy bed and rolled around in it like a big kitty. She was playfully growling and mewling as she messed up the sheets and pillows. In the process she shifted into her humanoid form.
And so ended the joy and elation.
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Jet slowly rolled off the bed and stepped begrudgingly towards the mirror, eyes shifting from a steely-blue to feline yellow and back again. In this two-legged form, she was a six foot tall beauty with jet black chin length hair custom cut with bangs. In another life, she may have even been mistaken for a swimsuit model if not for the defined, yet much too bulky for a model, muscualture of her body... and that other thing marring her nice physique.
Eyes lowed to the floor, a colour of shame burned bright at her cheeks now. She now knew exactly why she was here and not a new and esteemed agent into the field with the rest of her Weaponized Crew. Slowly her chin lifted and she stared at that thing twitching in agitation over her shoulder.
"Nighty-Night is supposed to be able to pass as human at a 99 percent or above rating... I have a tail now." she whispered as she tore her gaze away from the abomination staring back at her in the mirror, "No wonder why I'm here... no wonder they did not respond to my Morse code requests for directives. I'm a serial number again. I have a tail and now I'm just another effin' serial..."
Eyes lowered again, and chin even lower, she softly padded out the largest bedroom in the building. Of course this room was not hers; she was definitely not the most important creature here. Into another room, at random, did the tall midnight haired female go. Quietly, yet sharply she went through the drawers and pulled out a simple outfit; a full black dancer's bodysuit, styled with a turtleneck collar and long sleeves. She violently tore a hole open at the back of her bodysuit, just big enough for that offending length of fuzzy black tail to fit through. After a letting out a huge sigh, Jet donned the bodysuit as well as black knee high leg warmers.
no-lightbox
"Subject PO-001994 reporting for duty," her voice was stern and firm, confident like how they drilled it into her during her earliest introductions before she was given her callsign proper, "ready and awaiting orders." Both feet snapped together at the ankles and a snappy salute she gave immediately thereafter, stiff and sharp, confident just like how they drilled it into her being.
Slowly, the salute over her brow melted into a fullblown facepalm hiding the hot pink humilation upon her face neath that pale slender hand. No! Nononononono...! Hello... my name is Jet... Hello! My name is JET!!! Oh, whatever... what-effin'-ever.
Jet turned and marched away.
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Soon enough she found herself slinking into the shadows where it was nice and cool. The tall, panther-hybrid stretched out and flexed her tense arms and shoulders just a bit. When done, she folded her arms across her breast, and came to rest leaning up against the wall. Steely-blue eyes aimed at her bare toes as she concentrated. Okay. Okay, okay? Let's try this again: Hello. My. Name. Is. Jet. Hello. My. Name. Is--
"I am a serial just like you now," she said softly and in a bland tone, yet all the while, not looking at the sharp-toothed, red-eyed, black-haired female form right beside her, here in the shadows, "Any direct function I have or once had is now forfeit. Here, you too will be tested and experimented on. We will be evaluated and given a QIN; 'Quality Identifier Numeral.' Aim to make yours high. Deemed more useful, your life will be less harsh and your projected lifespan may actually increase--"
--stop it! Jet. Hello. My name is Jet. Hello, my name is-- Nah well. Okay, so that wasn't thaaaat bad... True. At least she cut herself off before she could say--
"--if not they will end you with a toxin or viral injection experimentation. And if your corpse has not melted away and is still useable, you will be sliced open, or even cut apart into pieces, used for more tests. And if then still useable, whatever remains will be filed away and re-purposed for a later date. You will be useful to them even after your death."
Wow. Jet pinched the bridge of her nose and scowled her eyes shut tight. Just wow...
