Science Experiments: A Tale of Two Antagonists

Inque

... I'll just sit on his desk then, since he gives no direction of where to go other than 'stand there'. And victims don't easily stand when unconscious or in painful situations. Wouldn't be good practice in an unrealistic situation.
"Well, you'll be knocking her unconscious with a book... And then get her to the room you got. Lights off, since we don't need them and she can't see your face. And I suggest not talking to her, if she knows your voice..." I watch him gather whatever a moment. Certainly interesting choices of devices... "... And tie her up while she's KO'd, so she doesn't attempt to fight or run. And then the fun can start."

Edgar:

It had never even occurred to me to turn the lights on... I never really knew if the lights were on or off anyway, so... I would typically have just left them in whatever their default setting was.

I was finding her suggestions useful, in the kind of way that one finds someone reminding you not to forget something useful- The information was good, and valid... and I may have actually forgotten if she had not said anything, but at the same time, I felt as though the things she was suggesting were also blatantly obvious.

After collecting up my...I would call them devices, but really none of them housed any complex mechanisms or anything, So I suppouse they ought to simply be called 'things' or something- I turned around, and noticed that she had sat down on my desk. Apparently I hadn't been clear the first time. "I thought I'd told you to stand?" I asked, moving what I knew was the brow muscle of my face upward to create what was hopefully some kind of facsimile of an inquiring look. "I have half a mind to simply hit you with the book now, without any courtesy warning." Not that I would be giving a courtesy warning to the actual victim, but since she wasn't an actual intended victim, I felt that perhaps a bit more civility would be warranted in such a situation.

Inque

I'd give my own inquiring look. "And how do you think that would fair with someone without any solidity such as I? Want me to splatter all over your room or something?" I ask and let out a laugh, slightly amused but slightly like... 'how the heck did you not think of that one yourself?' "Might we just fast forward to inside the dark room?"

Edgar:

"...That actually hadn't occurred to me. You shatter when hit at high velocities? Really?" I was quite surprised to hear this actually, I'd just assumed that she'd absorb the blow somehow due to redistribution of force and something I vaguely recalled about particle physics. My closest acquaintance was a non-Newtonian fluid. That could be a really bad YouTube soap opera, I thought to myself.

"I suppouse with that new knowledge, we ought to simply fast forward to the darkened room.... though my current only restraint mechanism is duct tape, and I am figuring that that wouldn't actually prove itself useful against you in any way... so shall we just say that you are hypothetically bound?" This was turning more into a thought experiment than a practical. Not that thought experiments weren't useful.

Inque

Shatter? I didn't actually know, but I didn't necessarily want to find out. "I won't go anywhere," I say, amusement still in my voice. So I sit like a good little girl, 'hands' folded in my lap to await whatever he does to me. "Work your magic, Face."

Edgar:

Magic, I think was stretching it. In reality, all I was doing was manipulating what I already knew of anatomy, along with a theoretical grasp of the nervous system, and the pre-programmed neural response to negative stimuli to incite a desired response- which in this case happened to be pain.

"I suppouse that I should start with the ruler, considering the difficulties I have faced with it in the past." I stated. Again, it was somewhat odd to be doing this kind of thing to someone who hadn't incited that response naturally... but, it would be convenient practice... "I am going to shove this down your throat, and presumably remove as well. If at any time in the procedure, I have accidentally 'killed' you, please tell me immediately. The information that you are currently having conveyed to you will not be conveyed to future hostages, considering that they are hostages and you technically are not." I felt obliged to clarify that for some reason. Best to always be clear with information.

I reached a little behind me for the ruler, and was holding it idly.

Inque

I suppose being /inside/ of a body for the formation of your existence would give you such knowledge. Splitting my mouth again and making sure my 'throat' was as close to anatomical as possible, I nod. "Go ahead then."

Edgar:

Committing acts of violence such as this one with a level and cool head instead of as a response to a poorly worded insult or vague threat was something different. I found that doing this sort of thing without the adrenaline that was brought forth at the deep feelings of resentment and unbridled hatred for 99.99% of humanity was actually... exponentially easier, better to control.

I forced her mouth open and shoved the ruler down her esophagus, focusing more on that than on the distinctly not fleshy texture of her...amorphous face. I could feel the ruler scrape a bit down either side of the esophagus as it went... not enough to tear a hole and cause stomach acid to run into other cavities in the body, but enough to give someone a significant burning sensation for a week or so.

After that... I let it sit there for a while... uncertain on the ideal time frame for leaving a ruler in someone's esophagus. Probably less than three minutes so that they wouldn't accidentally asphyxiate. After a minute, I pulled the thing back out of her mouth. I waited wordlessly for the verdict on the procedure.

Inque

Hm. That was interesting. The situation of it all has me giggling a little. All of this really... Slightly entertaining, sciencing me a stable body for torture practice. "I'd say it tickled, but you already know I have no nerves for that," I joke, my 'mouth' splitting my face in a grin.
"But I would be cautious how far you go. You say she's several feet shorter than you, so her throat may be shorter than the standard ten-inch, twenty-five-centimeter esophagus. Also the angle you put it in, as you might damage the epiglottis, which wouldn't be good for attempted eating or speaking. Particularly if she's yelling or anything, it won't be folded neatly over and then more easily damaged. Though you're good at staying within the cavity, so I don't think any accidental punctuations that may threaten the lungs, heart, or stomach may happen," I summarize, getting slightly bored at the...official sound of it.

Edgar:

...I do wish that all torture victims would give a detailed report like this. This... this was information I could use this information. "Hmm. I hadn't considered angle." I stated pensively.

We continued on like this for several hours... I will not make you suffer the clinical analysis of it all, Nor will I go into the notably goreless details. I tortured, she acted as the most useful victim on the face of the planet.... Everything went well. ...Alright, well for most of the time... there was a bit of an issue logistics wise with a tin can lid...But nobody was harmed, and otherwise it was quite a success.

"I think... I think we ought to conclude for the evening."I suggested, having put away most of my implements.

Inque

I let my 'mouth' seal shut, draw up my 'knees' and put my 'arms' around them again. "If you'd like," I say, having watched him put his things away. Drawing an 'arm' away, I focus on a 'hand' once again. Practice for everyone, hm... "How do I feel?" Simply curious.

Edgar:

As I finished up with returning things to their proper places, she asked me that question. I paused momentarily wondering how exactly to phrase the texture. "That... is an interesting thing to try to articulate. You are...rather pliant to the touch... not to say that your outer layer gives way immediately, but if I were to leave my finger there for too long I do think I would inevitably make some kind of indentation, and it would be a matter of minutes, not hours. You can be smooth or...slightly textured, though in most instances smooth... and seem to have a consistency not unlike over processed rubber..." I tried to explain concisely.

Inque

"So not ink, per say..." Though with whatever chemicals Chelsea had thrown at her, who knows what might have happened to normal ink. "Weird." I look over at him. "I suppose you'll need privacy again, if that is all you wish from me at the moment," I say, unraveling and standing.

Edgar:

"No, not completely ink. No. Something to think about as our research progresses." I concurred.

It did seem to be that time in the evening again didn't it? Funny how quickly time passed when one wasn't spending 8 hours straight reciting strings of what in some instances can appear to be nothing more than glorified gibberish. Not that it was, hexadecimal was a very useful language for me, and without coding I wouldn't have half the stuff I currently possessed.

"A bit of privacy would be much appreciated, thank you." I added. "Though I suppouse we still have to figure out how to get you from Point A to Point B..."

Inque

I shrug. It's certainly an option, nothing wrong with suggesting it. "I can go inside you..." I stretch out the syllables in a sing songy way. "Stay 'dormant' in you until we get there. And then I could come out when we get there... Just a thought," I add quickly before heading out of the room, letting him contemplate that in his privacy.

Edgar:

...That was a mildly disturbing thought that she left me with.

The idea of having her... inside me... was kind of... really unsettling. Exceptionally unsettling. I mean, yes, it would solve the issue quite nicely, but...

I allowed myself to continue pondering this as I got ready for bed. It was an issue of practicality over personal comfort and privacy. I quite enjoyed my privacy.

I mean... to what extent was I willing to forgo my own privacy to assist someone else?

I sat on my bed for a bit contemplating that after putting on my pyjamas. Perhaps I didn't need to sleep immediately. I could stay up and contemplate this situation further. Actually, if we wanted to act on this plan tomorrow, the logistics of transportation would have to be figured out before I went to bed. "You may come back in now." I told her through the door.

Inque

I slip back under the door at his invite, reforming to sit on his desk again. "You look tense," I say lightly, having some amusement that he was so bothered by my suggestion.

Edgar:

Tense... was an interesting word to use. "I suppouse you could say that." I stated, and I heard my own teeth click slightly against each other. "That plan is a bit...how do I say this... intrusive to my own personal... person." That was exceptionally eloquent of me.

Inque

"That's what I thought you'd think," I say with a shrug, leaning back to relax more. "No problems. I understand most would be bothered by such a proposition." Though I didn't see why... The train wasn't offended about having people in it... Picky people and their privacy issues...

Edgar:

"I do realise that that is the most feasible option that seems to be available at this point, and I realise that we need to sort out the logistics of this whole thing... but that proposition... It just doesn't sit well with me." I attempted to explain.

"If we could perhaps find an alternative way to get you there..." I suggested.

Inque

"I'm certainly open to suggestions, though getting wrapped in plastic or shoved in a jar is not preferred. Similar to you." Easiest solution, we could just wait for a non rainy day... Though he seemed impatient to get started on his classmates.

Edgar:

...It seemed that we were at an impasse. However... realistically... It seemed to be the only viable option. Auda doesn't particularly like to stop precipitating...so waiting to move until one day when it wasn't actually raining wouldn't work, considering the fact that I wanted to move in there for the increase in space for multifarious productive actions.

I took a minute to think some more. "...If I were to subject myself to such a procedure... what exactly would that include? What is involved in executing that?" I asked seriously.

Inque

"Getting in you, obviously," I say, rather in a 'duh' fashion. "Mouth would be easiest, though really any entrance is viable. A cut, even, though it would take longer, and you already get up early. And I'd just stay dormant, not taking control or anything." All of this was pretty la-di-da for me, I really didn't see why it mattered so much.

Edgar:

...Right. Well.

I realise that this technically wouldn't count as cannibalism in any form, however... really... That...

I shifted uneasily where I sat.

It was just that... I very much valued the privacy of my own brainspace... and, really... having someone else... in there... with me... was not really appealing.

Also the idea of ingesting that much rubbery latex textured goo wasn't terribly appealing.

It... just...

I exhaled after a moment.

"Fine." I finally conceded. "How early should I be awake tomorrow morning?" My words came out sounding reluctant and laced with unease, which is quite atypical for me.

Inque

My 'grin' again splits my face at his discomfort. Funny... such odd mixed up priorities and morals... "No earlier, it shouldn't take too much time." I already had a plan to get past his unease with surprising simplicity. Not that I minded that he was uncomfortable.... It would simply be harder for his cooperation... Gag reflex and all...