Sara's and [Will's]n Place

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:41 pm

Legion cried out, but stifled it, quickly.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:50 pm

Meanwhile Faultline just tapped her foot, waiting for the other Will to return.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:51 pm

Which...he did! "Here you are, Sara," he smiled.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:55 pm

"Thank you." she says, taking the blender and turning towards the impaled Will. "Now, do we do this the hard or the easy way?" she asks, pulling the lid off and holding the blender out to him to put his hand into.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:15 pm

"N.....no, Sara," he said, gingerly reaching towards the blender.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:20 pm

"That's better." she smirks. And turns on the blender.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:22 pm

"GNNnnnnnn...." Will cried out, biting hard on his lower lip as the blades went to work, mashing and grinding.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:30 pm

After grinding up a good chunk of his hand and lower arm she turns the blender off again. "Hope you learned your lesson..." she says, though she seems kind of distracted, curiously glancing at the grey mush in the blender.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:35 pm

"Y....yes....yes, of...of course..."

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:39 pm

"Good... Though I wonder if your idiocy is 'infectious'..." she says, still sounding distracted and eyeing the Will who brought her the blender.

"You. Your hand. Now."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:42 pm

"Yes, ma'am," he says, without delay.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:48 pm

Faultline proceeds to give the other Will the same 'treatment', grinding up his hand into the grey sludge. Once she's satisfied she puts the lid on again and gives it one last shake before pouring it out on the table. "Let's see which one of you it takes after."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:19 pm

After a moment, the grey slurry on the table reformed into a...tinyWill, shaking his head.

"Woo."

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:25 pm

"Well now this is going to be interesting..."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:26 pm

"Give me a sec, BIT dizzy..."

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:38 pm

"What, just from a little merry-go-round?"

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:41 pm

"You want to try it," Lil'Will grinned up at her, standing up woozily.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:51 pm

"Well you're certainly more cocky, aren't you." she smirks.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:12 pm

"I suppose," he chuckled.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:14 pm

"Curious... This might call for some testing."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:34 pm

"Or just the problems with doing it the ol' fashioned way," he chuckled.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:40 pm

She leans down and picks up TinyWill.

"That's what needs testing. This is not standardized yet there appears to be no spill-over or contamination from the already deviating source-material."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:41 pm

"What, you think I should be contaminated?"

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:52 pm

"I would have expected you to be anyway. For the deviations to be passed on, like when you simply split."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:05 pm

"I'm just an awesome package, 'zall. Albeit a tiny one at the moment."

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:16 pm

"As long as you don't forget who's in charge here..." she says, giving TinyWill a harsh squeeze.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:20 pm

...which, accordingly, deformed the lower half of Will's body.

"Ur...of course.."

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:40 pm

"But till we get back to the lab..." she says, walking over into the kitchen, "...you can stay in here. Can't risk messing up the tests now can I?"

Taking an empty preserving bottle she drops TinyWill into it and closes it again.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:42 pm

Reforming legs, TinyWill sits crosslegged in the bottle, waiting.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:45 pm

"Have fun then." she smirks and puts the glass with Will into the fridge.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:15 pm

A loud THUMP came from a back room, and a picture fell off the wall.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:18 pm

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!"

Sara stomps off towards the out-of-the-way room.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:22 pm

The room was spread wide open, with hay actually spread all along the floor, over the carpet. The furnature had been pushed to one side of the room and stacked, oddly--fish tank on top of coffee table on top of chair, etcetra.

Two Wills, each about four and a half feet tall, were in the room---one resting her elbow on the table drinking something, and the second picking himself and dusting himself off. They were both dressed as cowboys, with hats and lassos and all sorts of things.

In the center of the room was a third Will, stripped bare naked and forced on all fours. He had a saddle lashed to his back, with reigns and a bit headed down to his mouth. His hair had been pulled back and grown out to form a sort of mane trickling down his neck, and his arms had been lengthened to match the length of his legs.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:26 pm

"Okay, who the fuck kicked the wall." Sara demands, standing in the door.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:28 pm

"Sorry, ma'am," the MaleWill said in a drawl. "Bucky here still has one hell of a kick when he wants to. Gettin' him down though."

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:36 pm

"How hard can it be. Obviously you need some help here." she says and rummages through one of the precariously stacked boxes in the corner.

"One of you go get a hammer."

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:44 pm

"Still think he would calm down if we had a gelding," Femalewill grinned, as MaleWill produced a big hefty hammer.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:50 pm

"Right and after you broke him in then what?" she smirks, taking the hammer once she found the horseshoes she was looking for in the box.

by **Legion** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:00 pm

"Depends on what you had in mind," GirlWill laughed, as HorseWill looked frightened.

by **Faultline** » Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:05 pm

"Well he's certainly not going to win any races." she says as she walks over to HorseWill. Yanking one of his front 'legs' up she goes to work fitting the horseshoe to his hand before raising the hammer and bringing it down to drive in the first of the nails holding the horseshoe in place.

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