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Upon hearing all of the information, Kazia immediately got to work on reorganizing her DNA. There might never be a better time, and all of the vials were thankfully labeled. Using any RNA vials in the refrigeration unit and supplementing them with the non-labeled vials in her backpack, Kazia decided to create a merged strand of DNA and see whether her body would accept the new genotype or not.
The human would search first isolate any DNA vials labeled to boost her senses along with lightning DNA vials in hopes of combining them into one advanced Senses-Lightning DNA strand by using the RNA she had. Once Kazia located the vials she needed, the woman brought them to a DNA analyzer to check how pure the vials were, and thus how much RNA she would need to use to combine the strands.
Then, Kazia moved to the the DNA re-sequencer in the laboratory to begin the merging process. Although she wanted to try experimenting with different types of DNA, even types that normally wouldn’t go together, Kazia wanted to test her knowledge of the DNA merging process with a combination she knew would work. The main combination on her mind was Earth-Bone using a majority of Earth DNA.
If the merging went well, Kazia would not inject the Sense-Lightning DNA into her just yet but continue onward to create a Speed-Senses DNA strand and then attempt her experimental Earth-Bone strand.
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Kazia looked at the screen with increased interest, surprised that she was allowed access to such information. Was she a professor here, or had whoever brought her here simply rigged it so she could use the device? There were plenty of screens to choose from, but the human decided to access the ever so ominous sounding, “Section 6” files before poring over the lab files and genetic files to see if she saw anything new. With her new mental processing speed, reading quickly while diverting her attention was a breeze. While she did this, Kazia also looked around the room to see whether there were any vials of genetic material, useful machines she could use or any features of the room that would catch her attention.
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Kazia glanced at her surroundings in surprise, her mind whirring away at a thousand thoughts per second to take in the new information. She looked to see if there was anything of note in the newly transformed room she was standing in. She was no longer in the hospital, but there was enough of a hint of science and machinery to lead her mind to conclude that she was somewhere in research facility. Somehow, she really was no longer in the hospital, even the air smelled differently. Noticing these little details still didn’t give her any clue as to how such a thing was possible or what exactly had happened, nor why. The computer she held was now a light-weight HUD screen. When blocky letters flashed across the screen requesting DNA access and showing a flashing picture of a finger-print, Kazia shrugged. Nothing else made sense so far, so she might as well go with the flow and see what happened.
The human gingerly placed her right index finger upon the HUD screen, wondering what type of information it would show her.
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Kazia saw the glass cage open as well as the flashing red countdown on the computer system. It’s presence was most likely there to make her feel rushed and threatened into leaving the so far safe room. It could be a timer for some important event or an explosive device, as well as just a bluff to get her to leave. She didn’t know what she would find in the strange building, or even how far she needed to get to be safe from whatever might occur when the clock reached 0.
The computer system was about the size of an average computer terminal, so Kazia hurried over to it and took a closer look. If there was an obvious explosion device present, she would try to see if she could defuse it. Otherwise, the human would attempt to unplug the terminal from the monitor and take it with her further into the building, while keeping a mental track of the countdown.
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Kazia blinked, her eyes swimming for a moment as thoughts came rushing in faster than she would have normally thought possible. It was as if she had several minds whirring, calculating and concluding all at once. Even without concentrating particularly hard, she had seven parallel lines of thought taking in information. This change was clearly due to the modified DNA contents of the vial she had just injected. This knowledge made Kazia narrow her eyes at the empty vial and look at it with suspicion. She felt distinctly ill at ease with the thought of how easily and quickly the device had modified her brain chemistry. While the other vials likely held different effects, the probability of destabilizing her genome with random injections was increasing since she had no idea of their contents or how her body would react to them. Also, if this mind augmenting technology worked so quickly and effectively, were the people in charge of this project also in possession of enhanced brain power or were they testing to see if it worked? The whole set up was very unusual for an experiment, and she had to conclude that something wasn’t entirely safe about the DNA splicing method or else it wouldn’t be being tested.
These thoughts raced through her just before her cell began to free-fall down to the ground. She immediately looked at the ground, noticing the strange animal which she was unable to identify as well as noting the downward velocity and acceleration of her surroundings. The cell would crash before it reached terminal velocity, but there didn’t seem to be any way to survive the impact unless she found a way to fly. Kazia glanced down at the remaining vials. A possibility. Was that what the scientists had intended for her to do? Take enough vials to see if she could survive the impact? The only problem with that theory was that the glass cage was heading straight for what looked like a hospital. It was unlikely that the masterminds in charge of the project would want to destroy their own base of operations. She mentally began to weigh her options of taking more mysterious liquid vs. waiting and seeing when she saw a vortex of energy open up and a troll drop a bag of unknown contents. The dome also opened to accept her cage, so Kazia decided to wait before altering herself again. The troll then left as the vortex closed behind him. The contents of the bag were of interest to the woman but first she needed to deal with her immediate circumstances now that her cage was entering the hospital-like building.
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Kazia screamed as the pain bombarded her system, making her vision flash white for a few moments as if she were about to pass out. Information about the sick, sad circumstances she found herself in ran through her brain until finally the pain withdrew leaving only the panting girl lying on her knees and struggling to regain her breath.
“The hell kind of game I signed myself up for this time!?” She grumbled angrily before taking a closer inspection at the vials. Some were clear and some were blue, presumably they’d have DNA or RNA or something that she was supposed to inject herself with. The notion didn’t appeal to Kazia since she had already been drugged once but it didn’t look like she had much of a choice. “Alright, I guess there’s more of the blue vials so I’ll try one of those and see where that gets me,” she muttered to herself, trying to subdue the feeling in her gut that this was a terrible idea.
“Here goes nothing, bottoms up!” With that, she tried to use her newly obtained knowledge to align one of the blue vials with the port on her arm and see what would happen.
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Kazia noticed the computer with interest, but first approached the backpack and dufflebags to see if there was anything of interest, namely a phone to call for help, or some kind of clue as to where exactly she was. There was no way this room was anywhere in the ramshackle, down-trodden hole in the wall that made up her favorite drinking hangout, “3rd Base”.
“What in the heck? This ain’t Third Base.” The message on the computer didn’t sit easy with her. “Test subject? I didn’t sign up for this…” Or had she? Shit…she really should start to read those disclaimer warnings before downloading and installing games onto her computer. Once she walked over to the dufflebags, the woman began to examine them to see what was inside.
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Kazia grimaced as a steady throbbing somewhere above her right temple pounded away, bringing the woman back to consciousness. She let out a low groan of displeasure before reluctantly opening her eyes. Another pulse of pain made her squeeze them shut again before sluggishly dragging herself up to a kneeling position. Kazia scowled at the bitter taste left in her mouth and began to gently massage her temples in hopes of easing her headache before she tried to open them again. “That was one wild party, what the heck happened last night?” She muttered these questions to herself, her words noticeably slurred. Once her headache had died down enough, the brunette decided to risk opening her eyes to take a look at her surroundings.
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Name: Kazia Sokowozki
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Orientation: ??? (Something tells you you’re better off not knowing…)
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b.Abilities: Mentally processes binary code and incoming information very quickly.
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The girl has a history, that’s for certain but it’d take some convincing to get it out of her because it’s PRIVATE.There is a very slim chance that you might get to see her right eye.
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Garganflax!
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Muri followed her teacher over to the tree, and looked at the trunk dubiously as Mr. Haruno explained the task she needed to do. When he actually started to demonstrate how to walk up the length of a tree against gravity; however, she began to pay close attention to his movements. That skill would be very useful if it meant she didn’t have to transform every time she wanted to get somewhere up high or to get down from something high.
When it was her turn, the young student took a moment to close her eyes and focus on channeling her chakra to her feet. “Alright! Imma give it a burl.” She put a chakra ladened foot to the tree trunk and pressed her weight to it. The right foot stuck, but her chakra was unevenly balanced between her feet. When that left foot came up to the trunk, Muri overshot the amount of chakra needed and repelled herself from the tree, leaving a small imprint of her shoe in the bark.
Muri landed upright, balanced on one foot and directed a frustrated frown directed at the tree. “Bummer, that. Lemme give it another go, teach!” She tried again, this time using less chakra, and she made it about three steps up before falling off the branch. “This is like stabbing an eel with a spoon! What am I botching up?” she complained, but with a determined and eager glint in her golden eyes.
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Muri noticed Mr. Haruno’s smirk grow during her answer and blinked, unsure whether it was a smile of satisfied approval or not. His own explanation was interesting in that it gave insight to his character and explained why he was strong compared to the wimpy ANBU.
The idea of being chained to the expectations of others and to some long-dead ancestor personally didn’t appeal to Muri, but to each’s own. It was clearly working out for him, and she certainly strived to emulate her own role models.
“Nindo,” she whispered under her breath to herself. It was important for ninjas to have one, and she liked how concisely Mr. Haruno phrased his. It would be something for her to think about and develop as her training continued.
Muri noticed that they had reached the park and looked around with a mixture of curiosity and unconcealed enthusiasm. “Alright, what’s first?”
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The student’s brow furrowed as she considered Mr. Haruno’s words. Clearly, the rogue ninja was a problem and a danger to the whole village. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much she would be able to do as a mere student to help, at least with her current skill level. It was frustrating to admit even to herself that this was a trouble she was unable to solve. I guess the only thing for it is to train. Train, and be ready. The girl clenched a fist, digging her fingernails into her palm.
Mr. Haruno’s question threw her for a loop, since she hadn’t been expecting such a personal question. The tone in his voice demanded a serious answer so she took a moment to think about her response. They left the building and continued walking on, while Muri looked away for a moment to compose her thoughts.
Her motivation for becoming a ninja certainly wasn’t as noble or idealistic as those of the great ninjas of auld lang syne. In fact, it might have been one out of the many reasons why she hadn’t been allowed to train in Suna. Still, Muri thought as she studied Mr. Haruno through a side-glance, even if her answer changed the man’s mind about teaching her, he deserved an honest answer.
“Power,” she said and then frowned, “Nah that ain’t ridgey-didge.” Muri took a breath and then tried again, “Power’s just a means ta an end. What I really want is self-reliance.” She continued, feeling a need to explain herself further.
” I make do through leaning on heaps of blokes for food, a place ta crash, security, training…I wanna get strong enough ta pay off my debts and not have ta depend on other people. Having the freedom ta make my own choices and the ability ta deal with the consequences is important ta me.”
Her explanation didn’t sound quite as noble as wanting to protect others, but it was honest.
“It ain’t that I’m against teamwork, but I wouldn’t trust a bludger who relies on other blokes to get the job done. Useful as a one-legged man in a butt-kicking competition. I need ta learn ta fly on my own two wings before I think about joining a flock… if that makes sense.”
The girl grimaced, “Sorry if that ain’t whatcha wanted to hear, teach.” Then more sharply, “What’s yours?”
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Muri nodded in response and dutifully followed after Mr. Haruno down the stairs, giving the older man a slightly apathetic shrug, “No worries, fowl language don’t bother me none.” The young student hopped down the steps taking two or even three at a time as they began down the stairwell. She eyed him with her sharp, yellow gaze for a moment before speaking. “So I take it the monster we fought wasn’t yours, then?” The appearance of the summoned beast exactly where Muri and Rai had been sent for their first mission, in addition to Mr. Haruno making it to the 9th floor just after the creature disappeared made her a little bit suspicious, even though she wanted to fully trust the teacher. The destruction of the floors above made her theory unlikely, but she wanted to hear him say it. If the creature really hadn’t been part of their mission, then they had survived by a hair’s breadth.
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The girl’s face lit up at the mention of private lessons. Focusing her training with someone who actually had their stuff together would be much more productive than slogging through hours of dealing with Mr. Pank. And if Mr. Haruno was strong enough to throw the phony teacher out of the classroom, then he was probably healthy enough to not warrant concern. “Aces! That blow sounds awful, but ya seem to be in good nick, that’s for sure. Private lessons sound great! What time will we start at?” At the mention of the death of the captain of the ANBU, Muri took a more thoughtful expression as she wondered whether the murder from yesterday was connected at all. There was no reason for an Aburame to be unable to use a gun, but for that matter it seemed like a simple matter to kill any one of those ANBU. “I’m keen for these lessons,teach, but it sounds like ya have a crap-load of yakka set out for you trying to catch the murderer. Sure ya have time for this? And any chance the crim has sommat to do with the beastie that Lofty and I fought yesterday?