Posts by MADS FAUST G.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — When he saw tears begin to well up and collect within the eyes of the shepherd followed by an abrupt reaction to the prope Mads smiled at the sight, not because he appreciated the others pain, but because this meant that the nerves within this mangle limb were still functioning and that was exactly what he needed.

God how did he become so fortunate!

As he settled the bloodied metal prope aside the Maltese tiger would turn on his heels to search through his various other tools, commenting on his patient's response as he did so. "Since you already said fuck it's not necessary to censor using juice box." He'd snark over in a teasingly fashion, now facing the crippled canine with a drill now in his grasp. Not an industrial one per say, this one was much smaller and solid silver in colour.

A surgical drill.

He didn't bother giving his patient the usual 'this might sting' warning considering this one was practically donated to him and if he did die he wouldn't get exiled or anything. Just maybe shouted at by Rid, but come on. Who did Rid think he was?

"I'm a big boy, you can say baddy bad words with me." The tiger would add in an overly exaggerated child-like tone that was every obnoxiously done. What could he say? He wasn't an actor.

At this point he fell silent and was now feeling around the incision site where bone and muscle were exposed, baren in a way that would not have been natural, tightening and pulsating with organ function. All so redened and juicy from blood. This would have been a well-functioning limb if it had been fully intact - It was a pity, really.

Sending a quick glance over the drill the giant felinoid would frown, quickly switching out the current drill size to another slightly larger one in diameter after a quick comparison to a nearby group of bolts.

Now, with a steady aim of the drill which he had prepared Madscience would son the device over the opening of Jules's body, letting it anger and pass through muscles until it rested against heavily scarred bone and with the simple flick of a switch and no warning whatsoever the motor kicked on with a treacherous sound as it started to drill through the osseous parts of his patient's disabled limb.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — At the sound of Riddler, Mads's gaze was redirected from wherever he was looking and now blue eyes had settled themselves uoin the scenario. Hey wasn't that Jules? Oh this didn't sound very good.

Sure the male didn't care at all for the shepherd, empathy was something that he was nearly incapable of sensing nowadays, but he couldn't help but let this whole scene grasp all of his undivided attention. Picking up his paws the Siberian tiger made his way over to stand next to Tinyplanet, wide eyes red ring upon the pliers that were pulled and immediately a grin cracked upon the tiger's silver and striped features. Oh shit this was going ti be good!

However...

He sent a quick glance over to Jules, his expression now blank and ear flickering uncaringly at the sight of his distress. It would suck to see the fellas attitude go away, considering he wasn't the prisoners owner, Mads found his spite and retorts quite entertaining.

Obviously Rids had different values than he.

Still, the head of Mending stood anf stared, his stance still and expression unchanged, silence kept on his part as long as he was present

For now

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Madscience was rapid to follow behind Vanari's tracks, his striped features decorated with a wide toothy grin exposing carnivorous fangs as he prowled forward. He had been waiting for this moment, not because of bloodlust or psychopathy, but because now he could finally test the armour he had been building.

He only had one limb complete, of course, but he had to know that worked before building reinforcements for the rest of his core.

Vanari charged with his fire, but Mads? He came in with what seemed like a metal backpack and a cable bracelet around his right wrist but as a button was clicked upon the wristband mechanical sounds and whirring kicked off, specially carved metal pieces shifting from their position on the man's back to encase his right arm entirely, large metal, feet long claws extending from the top of his toes rather than from them . "Hell yeah motherfucker!" Came the thunderous war cry from the Siberian tiger as he would turn to grasp a fallen tree limb within his maw, dipping it into the dark fire that had sprouted to act as a tourch, which was then being waved around to spread the flame, metal clanging as he ran.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — A voice interferred with a desperate call behind the feminine words, it was no tone that mathed any of Mad's numerous roguemates so at that instant he knew that this was no Exiler, it was a Sactum character and fuck did that just fuel him more.

Pivoting his body around, right paw landing with a loud clang due to the added weight of armour, the Maltese tiger would rest furrowed, blazing blue eyes upon the body of Araceli and as a response he tossed the torch aside, lighting whatever it fell upon aflame as he snarled a response to the enemy clanner. "We had a wonderfull leader and you guys came and killed her." The felinoid would rumble with a viious lash of his striped tail, turning her words against herself his armored paw swiping out towards Araceli, however with no intent of striking. It was merely for warning. "But, yknow, I don't see you guys showing any fucking shame"

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Mads didn't really know who Prescott was, nor did he really care. Why didn't he care? Well, because he didn't know who he was. Made sense, right?

Still, at the booming announcement of the commander the Siberian tiger came forth, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed into focus as he listened to Athena's ferocious call. Oooooooh, Bloodclan! That was going to be much more fun than the Sanctum, who seemed quite honestly dead at the time. At least they would pose a bit of a challenge."Let's fucking get 'em!" The felinoid would boom with a roar as he gathered by the scene, already fueled with the energy of war.

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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — The newly appointed Medic now found himself having to focus on things other than his own independent studies, which was unfortunate for the sake of his wavering sanity. For a genius that knew everything there could be in the world healing and mending was quite boring at times. It was the same old injuries and the same treatments. A bit of this and that. Nothing new to the man's mind so therefore it was just as equally unpleasant as doing absolutely nothing.

Still, he had responsibilities, as much as he hated them. He had to gather materials for his field of study for all chemicals were derived and purified from the biological. His approach to healing was much more complex than shoving some leaves on a cut so he had began gathering various plants, roots and barks. Some toxic, others medicinal, others seemingly useless, but not to Mads.

However, his focus was derailed as he caught the sound of curses ringing in the air. Being a rogue, of course attitude was common among the people of the Exiles but the children?

Mads despised kids with a burning passion, the only thing nice about the little gremlins were the way their genetics worked and that was it. Otherwise they just ate and shat and demanded for post secondary education. Well, not in this world, but in an other universe definitely. The sight of this foul mouthed cub was entertaining to say the least and the tiger found himself approaching the scene. "Damn kiddo, you've got an attitude I like to see." The walking Exiled would snicker as he emerged through the brush and into the vision of the lion. "I'm Madscience. Where are you from? I dont feel like being accused for kidnapping today.