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Dmitri Blair
The Avid, Slightly Crazy Kid.
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08-03-2012, 03:04 PM
Palmer,
The DNA Specialist
There was a cool breeze passing through their little underground network, a sign that winter was coming. Making the final preparations, Palmer sat in his small lab running over things. He had been delved into his work for hours now, making sure that he could manage this. Ana was to be his patient. She had no ties, no family, no reason not to be a test experiment.. Yet Palmer was worried that the mutation wouldn't be enough, that Ana would end up scarred and his failure would be brought to life. After all, Palmer was not his father. There was no way of actually knowing if this would work.
Stomach growling violently, Palmer sighed. His fingers pressed firmly against his temples, fingers that were now numb thanks to the cold air. He got up, closing Ana's file and his notebook in turn, deciding to take a break. Leaving the small lab, Palmer looked around. A few of the soldiers were out training in the tunnels of Vis, some spies playing cards.. It seemed like a content day, the last of few left before the war officially began. Spirits had been up since the latest installment of information buzzing around Plyae armies. Apparently, Harrow's militia had caught a snag, something that didn't add up about missing members of the city. No doubt, this meant the members of Vis and Plyae, but in their search of the tunnels, they had came across nothing and had given up for the time being.
Palmer counted this as a victory. Anything that lead Harrow's men from them was good enough for him. So long as they never got close enough, Plyae was still going strong. Of course, the continued success of Plyae depended on his experiment, his mutations. No pressure, of course.. The thought lingered in his mind as he grabbed an apple from the bin of fruit at the corner of the room. Everyone had been giving him their ideas of mutations that they wanted once Ana's was done, which was also not helping. He didn't even know if he was capable of being successful with the first, let alone many. Yet, he kept pushing on, trusting that he could do it, that he could help win this war. Biting into the apple, Palmer took a seat near the card table, watching quietly.
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