NofaceFell
No.Face
Darcy is weary at first, letting his blood be drawn after Monika and watching the others go on to start their tests. He watches the small hole from the needle heal, almost unnoticeable if he weren't staring at it like it could save his life. When he returns from Monika, Darcy allows the dog professor to lead him to a simple room, there are chairs and various machines along the right wall. What he assumes are two assistants man the machines and Darcy gives a blank look as Niantic floats from the room with excited jabbering of results and amazing things that Darcy could care less about at the moment.
He waits as he is hooked up to a machine and only shifts nervously once as the volunteer is as well. The tests, at first, are simple. Tug your hair. Scratch yourself. Drink hot liquid. Kick the table. They morph slowly. Poke your eye. Run this feather along your leg. Poke this needle into your finger. Push yourself back in the chair and fall. Hit your head. Allow us to stab your shoulder. Break your finger. More and more until Darcy can't keep track of the damage that isn't appearing on his own body. By the time he leaves the room the volunteer is a bleeding slightly broken mess of an enhanced that is slowly healing as the assistants inspect her wounds and brain patterns. He doesn't wait to be taken somewhere else, he needs a break and the best place is the lounge. He finds himself a nice soft couch and lays down in the dark. "This is going to suck."
He waits as he is hooked up to a machine and only shifts nervously once as the volunteer is as well. The tests, at first, are simple. Tug your hair. Scratch yourself. Drink hot liquid. Kick the table. They morph slowly. Poke your eye. Run this feather along your leg. Poke this needle into your finger. Push yourself back in the chair and fall. Hit your head. Allow us to stab your shoulder. Break your finger. More and more until Darcy can't keep track of the damage that isn't appearing on his own body. By the time he leaves the room the volunteer is a bleeding slightly broken mess of an enhanced that is slowly healing as the assistants inspect her wounds and brain patterns. He doesn't wait to be taken somewhere else, he needs a break and the best place is the lounge. He finds himself a nice soft couch and lays down in the dark. "This is going to suck."