Test Subject - Response | Tama

The basement of the Death Weapon Meister Academy: a place far removed from the sanctity of modern society, where the realms of ethics and decency were shoved aside in favour of sating a morbid curiosity that no other demesne of man nor animal nor God Almighty could appease. It was here that the young lady, ivory-haired and svelte of frame, made her home.

Above the door, carved of worn oak and cracked like the desert ground outside, there hung a faded bronze plaque:

DWMA RESEARCH DEPARTMENT

ALL WELCOME PERMITTED

Now, to call it the school's official research department would be a gross delusion of grandeur on behalf of its sole occupant. In actual point of fact, it was through a rigourous series of querying, suggesting and all too persistent foot-stamping that she was eventually permitted to use one of the innumerable vacant rooms as her own personal laboratory. Like a hungry pack rat, she gleefully carved her own niche in the abyssal depths beneath the Academy and made the dusty old hovel her sanctuary.

Test tubes, beakers, Bunsen burners, drip tubes and all manner of decidedly unorthodox medical tools lay in half-designated huddles across the old mahogany tables, in the corners of the room and in the young lady's lithe fingers. The figure laid out on the table - a burlap replica of the human body, disturbingly precise in its cotton-filled accuracy - had a number of sharp metal points protruding from its solar plexus, with another tiny blade being worked around the left eye socket. The black plastic button that served for an eyeball creaked under the minute strain of the surgical scalpel. Placing the handle between her feline fangs, she reached for a jar of something thick and violet and somewhat liquid that bubbled and fumed with molten dissent in its glass beaker.

A tiny drop to the victim's forehead and the thick sack-cloth lining began to collapse into a crumpled heap around the sinister optical region.

She sighed, flung the point of the scalpel into the homunculus' throat and shoved the entire project off of the table. A notch was carved into the leg of the makeshift operating altar, marking twenty-five on the wooden frame and sending the young woman into a petulant huff.

Rummaging around in her blazer for something to placate her morbid frustrations, she popped a chocolate bonbon into her mouth and got to work on sharpening the dull blade between her fingers into something with a much sharper point.

Tama had looked at the poster over and over again. She knew exactly where this Gabriel Graves could be located. She knocked on the door and when no one answered she just walked in. She carried a book in her arms on human anatomy. She had been studying it for some time because she wanted to more comfortable about her body. She pushed her thick round glasses up as she looked at the test tubes and beakers. She noticed how it looked like some madman's laboratory right from the movies or the books she read.

Tama looked through some of the test tubes making her face seem bigger or smaller or wackier than it usually is. Tama looked and saw the girl that wants to test out human beings. It seemed like she was already having a difficult time with a fake human. Tama plopped a pocky stick in her mouth as she looked at the fake human body.

“I’m a little scared now..” Tama said in an emotionless tone as she stared at the homunculus.

Looking to the girl then to the Homunculus. Her eyes danced along to the place around us. Eating the rest of her Pocky stick Tama sat down on the now clear bed. Tama then laid on her back opening up her book to a random page. Taking another pocky stick out. A black line came from her back spreading around Tama’s body. The swirly vine covered her face, arms, legs, stomach, everywhere. Then thorns started to come out of the black vine. Soon vines with thorns covered her. It looks so realistic but it wasn’t it was only a tattoo that this girl was burden with.

“It is a curse.. Can you cure it?” Tama asked as she flipped the page in her book not even caring. Tama took her shirt off quickly showing the plain black sports bra she was wearing. On her back it was decorated in 3 huge rose flowers that were dyed red. Vines were coming from them almost as if they were real. Claw marks were all over her back although the tattoo was over them so it was hard to see them.

The girl, having observed the newcomer arrive with the wily peepers of a hawk preying on a distant field mouse, said nothing. She just opted to merely watch her, content to track her movements as she sat herself upon a foreign table and allowed herself make domicile within her demesne.

She looked upon the stranger with the narrow optical gazed eyesight of one whom is unsure of how to take a certain amount of feedback. Conflicting emotions registered within the young lady's cerebral core and, ultimately, she simply chose to give yonder guest a magnificent grin that stretched her very lips into what was, to all casual onlookers, a wonderful rictus.

"Hello. Welcome. Greetings. Salutations. Do come in," she said, rattling off a very small language's worth of sentiments as she swooped over like a perverse peregrine falcon, "Welcome to my realm. You could say it is my humble abode, so to speak. Ah hah hah hah hah hah. What is it that you may be needing my assistance for in this matter, little girl?"

“Clarifying. Making sure that i don’t die actually.” Tama said in a smartass tone as she laid there. The cold table made goosebumps go over her back. Tama was a little embarrassed that is why the tattoo was activated. Due to Tama's emotions the tattoo was spreading through her whole body. SHe hated this thing on her back. It made her feel like she was exposed by everyone. When Tama felt embarrassed it would activate. Instead of blushing she got a damn tattoo. Tama never understood why she had this thing on her back. She that the witch hated her, but that was it.

Tama was in her own mind not even thinking about anything else but the damn tattoo. Thats when it started itching. It was a very annoying itch. the kind of itch you have to scratch because if you don't it would drive you insane.

Ranking her nails over her tattoo. She didn’t care if she drew blood at all. She really just wanted to make it stop itching. Tama tried everything to stop the itching. Medicine, pills, remedies, plants, herbs. The list went on and on and yet nothing would work. Tama signed softly as she remember seeing that damn poster that talked about some scientist.

That was why Tama was here. She wanted this Gabriel Graves to heal her. To make her better. To stop this damn itching before she really loses her mind. Back in reality tama wasn’t even aware that she was making herself bleed as she clawed at her back.

Without wasting any time on that pesky conversation thing, Gabriel Graves threw herself into examining her guest. A worn old magnifying glass with an unsettlingly grubby lens was dutifully administered to the girl's exposed torso; a bony finger traced the length of the rose tattoo all the way to the tips of its ebony tendrils, finding its way across the small of her back and only ceasing at the base of her spine.

She exhaled loudly to announce her engrossment in the project at hand, followed by a diligent hum of some foreign tune that may or may not have once been an old Russian folk song before her rendition utterly butchered it.

The aloud musing was accompanied by a steady tap to the young lady's shoulderblades, more so to elicit a reaction from the supernatural birthmark than anything else.

Birthmark? What a strange turn of phrase. Unlikely it was that anybody would be born with it. In hindsight, the girl had seen fit, indeed, to mention that it was a curse. Now that was interesting. Curses were something she had often pondered upon - even studied, in one of the nebulous old tomes gathering dust and age and some sort of primordial sentience on one of her countless shelves - and yet had never actually come across before in her illustrious, albeit brief, career as a medical examiner.

"This will require further scrutiny," she murmured, "In the meantime, would you be so good as to explain the origin of this...entity?"

Tama looked at the weird girl. She was creepier than her maybe its a good thing. She listened to the girl hum a strange tone not knowing its origins but maybe it was somewhere in Europe. The smell of dust and uncleanness made Tama a little uneasy. This was the first time she actually showed anyone her back. The cold metal touched her skin making the cold get into her skin.

“A witch.” Tama said as she closed her eyes. Remembering that day perfectly. “She kissed me and took my first kiss away. Little Jerk.”

Gabriel Graves. Tama thought as she looked at the white haired girl. She was beautiful actually. If you minus the creepy lab, she would probably have the football captain. Unlike Tama who was a sheman. Graves had beautiful silver hair that came to her shoulders in a cute way. Tama ahd fluffy, black hair that usually covered her eyes. Graves had beautiful green eyes, while tama wore thick rimmed circular glasses. This girl was normal size, although that added to her luxury. Tama looked up like a straight man. Even on her card that accidentally put male and they still haven’t changed it.

Tama turned around a little annoyed. Although the grumbling in her stomach made her hungry. It had been ten minutes since she ate. Reaching in her pocket she put a pocky stick in her mouth. Sweets. It always seemed to relax Tama rather than making her jump off the walls. Looking around the place. She could find the dust, the dirt, the uncleanness of this place. The she looked past it and found as a mad scientist lab. Test tubes, Notes, books. o many things made this place come alive and ignore that uncleanness.