“You heard her,” she called, raising her voice to address the entire pen.
Silence was palpable across the open floor. No one dared breathe, for fear of drawing her eyes, and those she did glance toward refused to meet her gaze. There was an awkward jostling for space against the wall, as if they could spare themselves if they only retreated far enough. Shutara clicked her tongue, before striding off to collect them herself.
“A pill you say?” She mused on the change as she grabbed the first prisoner, a man, by the scruff of his neck. Panicked, he whirled, aiming his hands toward her face. It was an easy enough thing to grab his wrist, and she jerked it back painfully before dragging him forward. He landed with a small puff of dust at Hikifune’s feet. “The injection might be too much, too fast; a pill will diffuse through their system more slowly. You might be onto something,” she smiled.
Next up was a woman. This time fury moved her – all spitting and flailing, anything to rake her claws against her skin, anything to land a blow. Shutara narrowed her eyes, subduing her with a swift kick to the stomach. It brought the woman to her knees, coughing, and she wove her fingers through her hair at the root. “Stop making a scene in front of our guest.” And with that, she, too, was added to the ever growing pile.
One by one she assessed her prisoners. Their reiatsus stretched out to her like threads, vibrating in fear, in defiance, in resignation. Some of them, if given the proper guidance, might have been officers. But fate put them here. Better they serve some use in Kirio’s experiments than waste away to no greater cause. When about a dozen candidates knelt before them in a neat little row, she finally returned to the center of the gathering area. Each step of her okobo echoed with a loud clack as she paced behind them, a reminder that she was merely an arm’s length away should they try anything.
“I can’t imagine this lot is especially promising, but will they suit your purposes?”
she stood idle , humming as she watched maggots pile on top of another .. and those lucky enough to be hand picked fall to their knees before her. they all looked promising. strong , bulky , sustainable. but the question was .. was it enough to swallow down her reiatsu without shriveling up and succumbing to a pile of dust ?
slowly , she treaded down the line , eyeing each and every candidate as she made a mental note of their facial expressions and the physicality of their build. she had no remorse for what was about to happen to them.
she started at the end. he seemed daring with his lips curled into a snarl and hands balled into fists on the floor beneath them. with a single pill slipped between her fingers , she motioned for him to open his mouth .. but he didnt budge. she was really hoping she didn’t have to use an ounce of force , but she couldn’t get everything she wanted.
so she placed a foot atop his knuckle , digging his hand deeper into the dirt as she held his chin upwards with her free hand.
“ i take it that you are an observant person. so tell me , shutara ---- what is he normally like ? his tendencies , personality .. ”
“ i’ve formulated each pill with a set of traits and if i did this correctly this time , we should be able to see a successful change in behavior. ”
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