"I've assisted with a few experiments. None of the violent ones, those I've just watched." Arthur stands closer to Misha and wipes her arm clean before injecting the needle beneath her skin. He gradually empties the syringe's contents into her before removing the object and stepping back.
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Arthur felt uncomfortable at the mention of the child, but chose not to say anything. He nodded at her, "Very well. Pass the syringe?" He held his hand out towards her to accept the drug. "She should wake up pretty soon afterwards." Misha lay unconscious, strapped down. He didn't want to see what was to come next.
"I'd say 15." Arthur comments, writing it down on the clipboard. "All right," Arthur sets the board down and moves towards the unmoving Misha. He leans forward and gently puts her arms into the restraints, and moves onto her legs. "What if we can't get her to wake up easily?" He asks as he works.
Arthur nods at her words. "I guess that's not too bad." For now, at least... He shakes the worry from his voice so Brianna might take him more seriously. He couldn't mess this up and be fired. He had do to his best and chase any ethics that would prevent him from doing so. He stands up straight and eyes the covered shape of the body. "Shall we begin?" He asks, reading over the chart one more time.
Arthur jumps a little as Brianna spoke. He had been thinking to hard to himself. Regardless, he shakes his head clear of any doubt and turns to his superior. "Uh... yes. I think so." His voice cracks a bit and he goes to clear his throat. "I wasn't given very much information regarding any of this round. Do you have an idea on how you want to go about this?" He asks this in a hesitant manner, not entirely wanting to know the answer. It could be something terrible.
Arthur glances over to Brianna with anxiety in his gaze. He wasn't prepared for the next bout of experiments, but boy did he need the money. He grasps his clipboard so tight that his knuckles were turning white. After a moment he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself of all his troubles. They had a job to do, and with that came his pay. His dark gaze rested on the lines of text that summarized their next task; the new subjects, the goal... he nodded in attempt to reassure himself.
Kianna lay in her cot, staring aimlessly up at the roof of her tent. She didn't want to get up just yet but knew she needed to go do something. She rubs her eyes quietly and sits up. "Might as well," She grumbles and places her feet on the ground. Kianna moves towards the exit to her tent and walks into the main camp.
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"I cannot exactly argue with your logic." Marik shrugged in response to her description of 'petty squabbling'. "I am uncertain of how much you know about the groups, but we are basically two collections of juveniles fighting over a pitiful scrap of forest." He laughed humourously for a moment at the thought of it. "What can I say? Once you have been doing it for a while you start to form an attachment to the side of the river you choose." He examined her for a moment. "Maybe you would not understand. Your accent and attitude belong to a drifter." He frowned thoughtfully. "Was it that? European of some description?"
Nadia listens quietly. "I suppose that is true. However, you cannot tell me that the fighting is justified." Her eyebrows raise and she gestured towards him. "You try to kill each other over which side of the river is better. I cannot make sense of it." She leans back onto her palms after a moment and she nods to him. "Russian." She eyes him for his reaction. "I'm just staying here for a bit to get back on my feet." And maybe home? Nadia explains to him.
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Misha glanced over at Kianna, pausing for a brief moment to take in the moment of vulnerability. I hope she knows.. I feel the same. She struggled to find the words to express herself; instead, she simply gave a short sigh and nodded. Her eyes fell to her boots. "Hopefully we can run into each other again soon. You can beat me up, I'll call you names.." She glanced up and smirked. "The usual."
Kianna smiled slightly as Misha spoke. "Sounds fun... I'd like that." She watched her for a moment longer. "Must feel weird being back in camp, after everything." She eyed Misha for a response, betting it was going to be snide or something like that. Kianna couldn't blame her entirely for not liking the Rabins, but she could never understand why she would pick the Broms.
Marik shrugged at her comments. "Few people are worth the time. But come now, there is nothing wrong with a fight once and again." He removed his scythe from his belt in a non-threatening matter and examined the blade for a moment. "There is no greater to way to know a person then to see them in battle." His eyes lifted from the weapon to her. "You seemed skilled with that knife the other day I saw you, after all. Or perhaps are you rather one for peaceful correspondence?"
"I know when its needed, and when its a waste of my time." Nadia shrugs as she rubs her hands together. "Most of the fighting that goes on this forest is petty squabbling." Her tone was ultimately disinterested as she elaborated. "I know how to handle myself." Her hand trailed to her knife and she pulled it out to gaze at it. She gently touched the blade and she shifted her eyes up to Marik.
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