ONCE BITTEN HAS CLOSED.
Sorry guys, but we had a good run while it lasted. The admins are doing something different however, if you want to join it.

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The year is 2243, and where are you?




�I will not allow this!!� Dr. Rydell shouted as he vaulted to his feet, his palms pressing into the desk that was before him. In the quiet of his office, his voice echoed and reverberated, making him sound angrier than he really was. However, even though his sudden outburst had shattered the quiet of the space like broken china against a cement wall, the two men standing at the door and the one sitting in front of him didn�t flinch.

�We�re only asking to be polite,� Jamison said, lowering his sunglasses so that they rested on the bridge of his nose. As Jamison peered over them and up at Lawrence Rydell, the headmaster could make out the vibrant orange irises of his eyes. For a brief moment, he wondered just what kind of creature he was. Obviously not human, not anything remotely human, but human appearing on the outside. �Now, we can force you to do what we want or you can comply with our suggestion.�

Grinding his molars together, Dr. Rydell was desperately trying to think of a way out of this to keep his students safe and his school a secret. What these men were proposing was preposterous! Wanting their lab animals here in the same vicinity as his students just to �observe� them in this environment. �What about the students already here?� Dr. Rydell barked, his once blue-grey oculars starting to glow a soft feral amber hue. �Can you ensure their safety?�

Jamison tilted his head to the right as if speculating, his gaze shifting to a spot over Dr. Rydell�s shoulder. Long, thin fingers tapped gently against the black suitcase that was placed across his lap, the contents still a mystery to the headmaster. When he thought he had considered enough, he straightened and rolled his shoulders forward as if trying to rid himself of a kink located between the sharp blades of his back. �Of course not,� he replied calmly as Dr. Rydell opened his mouth to argue. �But, neither can you. There are sure to be fights what with the mix of races you have here, but throwing in my��children� will provide no more extra threat than the one you already have here.�

�Your �children,� Mr. Jamison, were bred and raised in labs and are unpredictable at best. I will not allow them to even walk the same halls as my students!� His nostrils flared angrily as he took a deep inhale of breath, his fingers curling into the palms of his hands while his knuckles lost their pigmentation. He was doing everything in his power to remain clam right now and to not shift into his fur though the edge of anger made it very hard to not want to rip out Jamison�s jugular. How long this semblance of calm would last was unknown. �I think you and your men should take leave of my office�immediately.�

Jamison stood slowly and shrugged rather gracefully for a man of his height, his sunglasses pushed back up the bridge of his nose to cover his eyes. �I guess we�ll be going with option two then,� he murmured while swinging the briefcase onto the desk, making it clatter loudly as it hit the wooden table. Unlocking it, he spoke slowly as if talking to a small child. �You will take in my experiments and you will not treat them any different that the students you already have here. If you do, you can expect this school and the secret of your�disease�to go worldwide. I�m sure there are some that would pay top dollar for your little disease and some labs who would love to experiment on you as well as �your students.�� The top of the briefcase snapped open and Jamison glance at the contents before turning it around to the doctor. �We will act as a business holder for the school and provide you with funding for whatever you need. No one will know about this operation besides you, Mrs. Spencer, and us, the P.A. If someone outside of our limited circle does find out about this deal, consider the entire thing cut. We will be implanting some of our own into your factuality and you will not have a say in it.�

Dr. Rydell looked down at what was in the briefcase, his grey-blue eyes glance over the money that was presented to him. He didn�t need it, truth be told, though relying solely on Mrs. Spencer as their financial blanket could only last so long. His eyes would arch back to Jameson�s gaunt features before he even attempted to talk, the cutting edge of his words mirroring the turmoil and anger felt bubbling inside of him. �You aren�t giving me much of a choice here��

Jamison merely straightened and crossed his arms over his chest, a smile stretching his lips and making him appear sinister or even slightly mad. A low rumble of a chuckle seeped past his pale lips before he, in turn, spoke. �No, Dr. Rydell, we aren�t.�


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Rated M for Mature | Advanced Boarding School RPG | Accepting Canons