Soresu
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Koyama sucked at her teeth in a rather un-princess-like fashion as Hoshiko decided to dive headfirst into Wen's brainspace. While she methodically went about things. Strapping him down, arms and legs, cinched them tight, then another set of straps to be certain. Clipping her deck to a forearm, the princess dialed her ICE up to eleven. As she went about these things, her tail swished, flicked, twitched, still irritated.
"I could make him bark like a dog and sit on command if I had half a mind," she muttered, a growl rising in her throat. "Burn him out. Put him in a trauma loop until he starves or dehydrates." This was said with some relish. The thought had crossed her mind that he deserved only the finest of torturing.
"No idea if this numptie turdlet likes the porn we can spin up back home. Or if he has a history, to begin with." The tigress did however lift her forearm, the cyberdeck as Hoshiko called it had several options ready to deploy if whatever lurked in his gut-brain decided to get mouthy or violent.
But unlike her sister, instead of hooking herself directly to the downed bull via a cable, a little dispenser on the deck popped out a thin, almost translucent wafer crawling with vermillion lines pulsing along whatever circuitry was embedded within it.
It adhered to his chest, where the other brain would be located, and suppressed the urge to punch him in the balls before standing back.
Her deck bleeped, pinged, and lines of code flitted across its screen the connection forming between her, the deck, and the little wafer acting as a remote link. Muttering to herself, Koyama took the plunge with Hoshiko.
"I could make him bark like a dog and sit on command if I had half a mind," she muttered, a growl rising in her throat. "Burn him out. Put him in a trauma loop until he starves or dehydrates." This was said with some relish. The thought had crossed her mind that he deserved only the finest of torturing.
"No idea if this numptie turdlet likes the porn we can spin up back home. Or if he has a history, to begin with." The tigress did however lift her forearm, the cyberdeck as Hoshiko called it had several options ready to deploy if whatever lurked in his gut-brain decided to get mouthy or violent.
But unlike her sister, instead of hooking herself directly to the downed bull via a cable, a little dispenser on the deck popped out a thin, almost translucent wafer crawling with vermillion lines pulsing along whatever circuitry was embedded within it.
It adhered to his chest, where the other brain would be located, and suppressed the urge to punch him in the balls before standing back.
Her deck bleeped, pinged, and lines of code flitted across its screen the connection forming between her, the deck, and the little wafer acting as a remote link. Muttering to herself, Koyama took the plunge with Hoshiko.