[He's only used it the one time, and as soon as the tip pierced flesh it was pretty instinctive. There had definitely been some kind of muscle he flexed but as he tries to remember how to do it all that happens is a few unsure flicks of his tail as a whole.]
Do you have something I could sting? It felt like a reflex more than a deliberate action.
[ She scuttles away to her cupboards and drawers, occasionally glancing back at Niles – at one point she comes back, examines the end of his tail more closely, and then afterwards sets aside the test tube – eventually she comes back with a piece of waxed cotton and a glass beaker. She holds up the beaker with two hands, and with the other two holds the cloth over the top of it. ]
Okay! Go ahead and sting!
This took so long because i fell into a youtube hole of 'slow motion scorpion sting' footage.
[He grabs the end of his tail again and lines it up with the beaker. When he lets it go the stinger wobbles a little, and he makes a few mock strikes, watching the arc of the point. The motion he uses is a strange, fluid sort of flick. It causes a hard to follow oval trajectory rather than a straight jab, but after a few slow, slightly clumsy test moves he narrows his eyes and strikes for real.
This time the motion of his tail is a whip-like blur, and the stinger pierces through the cotton as if it were nothing. As he anticipated, flexing that unknown muscle was automatic once the strike landed. He arches his back and tenses slightly all over in an attempt to push more venom out although he's not sure it works that way. It certainly feels like that's how it works, and as he stands in a pseudo full body flex, a stream of clear fluid empties into the beaker.]
Oh, wow! Later on you have got to tell me what that feels like...
[ Entrapta watches eagerly as the venom spills into the beaker; when the flow finally subsides, she lifts the beaker away to take a closer look, leaving the cloth stuck on the end of Niles's tail. ]
Okay, let's see... This is definitely different from Scorpia's, but the basic principles should be the same...
[As useful as its deadly capabilities had been at the time, he'd rather not send someone into convulsions on accident. Especially not himself. He tugs off the piece of cotton and gingerly sets it on the table. There was a speckling of wet spots on the cloth where the venom had splashed back, and he'd rather not get any on his fingers. He's not worried about it being particularly acidic or anything, but just like someone cooking with hot peppers, he felt it was probably wise to avoid getting any in his eyes. He wraps the stinger up in his own towel again, another question tugging at his mind.]
Save for stinging myself, is there any way to see if I'm immune to it innately?
Hmm. Well, traditionally creating an antivenom takes several weeks ... Oh, but if you do have an immunity we might be able to create it from your blood!
[ A pause. ]
Stinging yourself is the only way I can think of to find out, though. I guess with this [ she holds up the beaker ] it would be easier and safer to carefully administer a much smaller dose, though!
[He nods and reaches for the clasp of his cape. If it were almost anyone else he would have drawn his out, but he knows well enough that she's immune to his particular brand of embarrassment and humiliation. He's got a lingering desire to dig in and find out what disgusts her, pick and pull at her until he can see what would bring her crashing down. But now is definitely not the time.
He even folds his cape as he sets it down on the lab table. Next he tugs off his disconnected sleeves and sets them on top neatly. He makes an open gesture with his now bare arms, palms towards her.]
Alright, use me however you like.~
[Okay he can still have a little fun, even if she probably won't notice or respond to his teasing.]
[ Entrapta IS kind of a sucker for hot dudes taking off their capes, but not enough to get flustered by it in the kind of way Niles might be inclined to dig for – especially not when there's science to be done. ]
Great!
[ Disregarding the innuendo entirely, she claps two of her hands together, and with one of the others – the one that's not holding the beaker of venom – she produces a syringe from one of her pockets and pouches. Why did she have that? Probably best not to ask! ]
Okay, let's see...
[ Her tongue pokes out a little in concentration as she injects a minute amount of venom into the easiest-to-find vein. ]
[Niles has at least three knives he could produce from mysterious places, so the sudden appearance of the syringe doesn't phase him. Once injected he takes his thumb and presses it over the bead of blood beginning to gather in the crook of his elbow. This wouldn't do any good if all the venom got pushed right back out after all. And then he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
It was definitely a lower dose than he'd given the Squip, but by now he'd expect to at least feel something. Within minutes the Squip had been a mess, flushed, sweaty, nauseous. He peeks at the injection site and it's not even irritated or inflamed. He feels a kind of tentative relief.]
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Wow, I wouldn't have anticipated you were gonna grow this! I have so many questions – aaahh but those can wait, haha!
[ She produces a test tube from somewhere about her person.]
Can you extrude a sample for me or do I need to extract one?
ashdfie I just realized the image link is broken above
[He's only used it the one time, and as soon as the tip pierced flesh it was pretty instinctive. There had definitely been some kind of muscle he flexed but as he tries to remember how to do it all that happens is a few unsure flicks of his tail as a whole.]
Do you have something I could sting? It felt like a reflex more than a deliberate action.
((This is what he looks like now, he's got all the parts.))
lmao yeah i was just like 'its fine ive already seen it'
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Maybe if it's leather or sturdy cloth?
[He figures the resistance is probably what triggers it.]
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Okay! Go ahead and sting!
This took so long because i fell into a youtube hole of 'slow motion scorpion sting' footage.
This time the motion of his tail is a whip-like blur, and the stinger pierces through the cotton as if it were nothing. As he anticipated, flexing that unknown muscle was automatic once the strike landed. He arches his back and tenses slightly all over in an attempt to push more venom out although he's not sure it works that way. It certainly feels like that's how it works, and as he stands in a pseudo full body flex, a stream of clear fluid empties into the beaker.]
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[ Entrapta watches eagerly as the venom spills into the beaker; when the flow finally subsides, she lifts the beaker away to take a closer look, leaving the cloth stuck on the end of Niles's tail. ]
Okay, let's see... This is definitely different from Scorpia's, but the basic principles should be the same...
Say, when did you say you needed this by?
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[As useful as its deadly capabilities had been at the time, he'd rather not send someone into convulsions on accident. Especially not himself. He tugs off the piece of cotton and gingerly sets it on the table. There was a speckling of wet spots on the cloth where the venom had splashed back, and he'd rather not get any on his fingers. He's not worried about it being particularly acidic or anything, but just like someone cooking with hot peppers, he felt it was probably wise to avoid getting any in his eyes. He wraps the stinger up in his own towel again, another question tugging at his mind.]
Save for stinging myself, is there any way to see if I'm immune to it innately?
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[ A pause. ]
Stinging yourself is the only way I can think of to find out, though. I guess with this [ she holds up the beaker ] it would be easier and safer to carefully administer a much smaller dose, though!
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He even folds his cape as he sets it down on the lab table. Next he tugs off his disconnected sleeves and sets them on top neatly. He makes an open gesture with his now bare arms, palms towards her.]
Alright, use me however you like.~
[Okay he can still have a little fun, even if she probably won't notice or respond to his teasing.]
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Great!
[ Disregarding the innuendo entirely, she claps two of her hands together, and with one of the others – the one that's not holding the beaker of venom – she produces a syringe from one of her pockets and pouches. Why did she have that? Probably best not to ask! ]
Okay, let's see...
[ Her tongue pokes out a little in concentration as she injects a minute amount of venom into the easiest-to-find vein. ]
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And waits.
And waits.
It was definitely a lower dose than he'd given the Squip, but by now he'd expect to at least feel something. Within minutes the Squip had been a mess, flushed, sweaty, nauseous. He peeks at the injection site and it's not even irritated or inflamed. He feels a kind of tentative relief.]
I seem not to be reacting.