Kali sat at her desk in her dorm room, two hands furiously typing away on her keyboard, one hand furiously jotting down notes in her notebook, and the fourth grasping a cup of ice coffee to bring to her mouth whenever she needed a caffeine boost to continue her furious typing and scribbling. It was a Sunday morning, meaning her party-loving Dullahan roommate would still be passed out from the previous night’s heavy drinking. It was the best time to get some damn work done. She was in the zone, completely absorbed by her studying, until a knock at the door brought her back to reality. Sighing, she got up and answered the door, finding a girl she didn’t recognize holding a head with disheveled black hair that she very much did recognize. “Does THIS belong to you?” the girl asked, lifting Ceanna’s head up. “Hiiiii!” Ceanna said, smiling up at Kali. “I suppose so.” Kali said, taking Ceanna’s head into her hands. The girl left without another word, so Kali closed the door. “What’s her
Ceanna sat on her bed with her head resting on her lap. She held her phone in front of her face and frowned, “Hey, Kali, I’m looking at my bank account and I don’t think I’m gonna be able to afford our day out…” Across the dorm room, Kali slipped into her four armed blouse by holding her upper arms up and letting her lower arms pull the garment down, and then used her upper hands to hold the lower sleeves out so her bottom pair of arms could get through them with less of a fight. She turned around with a frown and replied, “But I’ve been looking forward to this all month!” Ceanna grinned and lifted up her head, “Well, we can still go, you’re just going to have to smuggle me in!” she outstretched her arms towards Kali, suggesting she should take her head. Kali held her arms in her classic upper arms across the chest, lower hands on her hips pose, she quite firmly said, “But that’s illegal!” Ceanna shrugged her empty shoulders and then lifted her head a little higher, as if to
Dr. Teevy, a medical researcher of The Institute, readied his examination room. He had received word from Director Forrester that he was to perform a confidential examination on one of the doctors from the Research and Development division, Dr. Emma. Though he hadn’t met her personally, as their departments were in separate buildings, he had heard of her as she had gained a reputation as one of the Institute’s brightest minds. The director was vague on the details, merely saying that Emma had a mishap while testing a teleportation device on herself, and that he was to speak of this examination to no one but the director. With his preparations complete, he sat in front of his computer until he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” Teevy said. The door swung open, and a young woman with light brown skin appearing to be in her early 20’s walked in carrying a duffle bag. She seemed far too young to be a long serving member of the Institute, but to not be presumptuous, he asked, “Are you
On the top floor, corner office of the institute, Director Forester sat at his desk, attacking a stack of paperwork. Sometimes he regretted taking the promotion, while the massive raise was nice, dealing with bureaucracy took time away from his research. A welcome distraction from his questioning of life choices presented itself in the form of a knock to his door, after beckoning them in, he saw a woman he vaguely recognized as an employee but couldn’t place the name of. “Ah, you’re Doctor Emma’s assistant, correct?” the director asked, after noticing she was carrying a duffel bag and wearing a nervous look on her face, he further asked, “Wasn’t today the day she was finally going to test the teleporter on a living being? How did it go?” “Well, about that…” Laetitia responded, sitting down on the chair across from the director, placing the duffel bag on his desk, “The experiment was a success, but Doctor Emma had… a little accident…” Forester sighed. An accident meant more
Kali sat at her desk in her dorm room, two hands furiously typing away on her keyboard, one hand furiously jotting down notes in her notebook, and the fourth grasping a cup of ice coffee to bring to her mouth whenever she needed a caffeine boost to continue her furious typing and scribbling. It was a Sunday morning, meaning her party-loving Dullahan roommate would still be passed out from the previous night’s heavy drinking. It was the best time to get some damn work done. She was in the zone, completely absorbed by her studying, until a knock at the door brought her back to reality. Sighing, she got up and answered the door, finding a girl she didn’t recognize holding a head with disheveled black hair that she very much did recognize. “Does THIS belong to you?” the girl asked, lifting Ceanna’s head up. “Hiiiii!” Ceanna said, smiling up at Kali. “I suppose so.” Kali said, taking Ceanna’s head into her hands. The girl left without another word, so Kali closed the door. “What’s her
Ceanna sat on her bed with her head resting on her lap. She held her phone in front of her face and frowned, “Hey, Kali, I’m looking at my bank account and I don’t think I’m gonna be able to afford our day out…” Across the dorm room, Kali slipped into her four armed blouse by holding her upper arms up and letting her lower arms pull the garment down, and then used her upper hands to hold the lower sleeves out so her bottom pair of arms could get through them with less of a fight. She turned around with a frown and replied, “But I’ve been looking forward to this all month!” Ceanna grinned and lifted up her head, “Well, we can still go, you’re just going to have to smuggle me in!” she outstretched her arms towards Kali, suggesting she should take her head. Kali held her arms in her classic upper arms across the chest, lower hands on her hips pose, she quite firmly said, “But that’s illegal!” Ceanna shrugged her empty shoulders and then lifted her head a little higher, as if to
Dr. Teevy, a medical researcher of The Institute, readied his examination room. He had received word from Director Forrester that he was to perform a confidential examination on one of the doctors from the Research and Development division, Dr. Emma. Though he hadn’t met her personally, as their departments were in separate buildings, he had heard of her as she had gained a reputation as one of the Institute’s brightest minds. The director was vague on the details, merely saying that Emma had a mishap while testing a teleportation device on herself, and that he was to speak of this examination to no one but the director. With his preparations complete, he sat in front of his computer until he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” Teevy said. The door swung open, and a young woman with light brown skin appearing to be in her early 20’s walked in carrying a duffle bag. She seemed far too young to be a long serving member of the Institute, but to not be presumptuous, he asked, “Are you
On the top floor, corner office of the institute, Director Forester sat at his desk, attacking a stack of paperwork. Sometimes he regretted taking the promotion, while the massive raise was nice, dealing with bureaucracy took time away from his research. A welcome distraction from his questioning of life choices presented itself in the form of a knock to his door, after beckoning them in, he saw a woman he vaguely recognized as an employee but couldn’t place the name of. “Ah, you’re Doctor Emma’s assistant, correct?” the director asked, after noticing she was carrying a duffel bag and wearing a nervous look on her face, he further asked, “Wasn’t today the day she was finally going to test the teleporter on a living being? How did it go?” “Well, about that…” Laetitia responded, sitting down on the chair across from the director, placing the duffel bag on his desk, “The experiment was a success, but Doctor Emma had… a little accident…” Forester sighed. An accident meant more
It was early morning as she walked into work, a scientist working in Modtroit University‘s laboratory. As per usual she wore her medium length brown hair up in a ponytail as per safety protocol, along with her white lab coat, tan shirt and white pants. Her hazel eyes darted around as she walked to her station with the hope that no one realized she was late. This hope however would soon be dashed as she heard the rhythmic footsteps of her boss approaching her. As she spun around she saw the tall slender figure of a woman with high heels, light blue pants, light blue lab coat, blue eyes and rather long blonde hair pulled back in a bun despite preferring a pony tail. Unfortunately for her, her hair was too long to safely wear in one at work however. As she approached Freida, she had a huge scowl on her face that could make a mountain lion think twice. “Ms. Katz, this is the 10th time you’ve been late this month. We cannot keep allowing you to do as you please
Haven't manniped anything in a loooooong time, so this is a refresher, and I figure I may as well put it up in this deviant art account I've never used for anything. If I ever get bored and have more free time, maybe more, better quality things shall be in the future.