Scumbag Slaver [ Tamer B to A ]

Eight was now facing a person dilemma, as a Scumbag Slaver, he was ill prepared. He no longer had the animal ferocity that was once afforded to him as a fanalis, but fortunately, this sort of body, while not as formidable, was perfect for his mentality. He would have more tools at his disposal, and the element of surprise. He recalled the insect swarm he had initially had, which was quickly lost. He experimented on them, finding out their anatomy by incision and deaths, figuring out what made these creatures tick, until he got what he wanted out of them. He recalled his following swarm of rats... how he would bring a scalpel to them. Incision to the chest while they were squirming under his control. As the knife peered into the live rat, blood seeping out. He had a heat lamp to stimulate the rats life the best he could, under the circumstance, He was able to see the rats organs. This was the sort of training he conducted to verse himself in the matters of taming. The origin of all sorts of beasts, especially his own.

However Eight was now without his rats. The failure to Imuchakk had lost him his most recent companions. The rodents had given some humanity, as he raised them, he began to feel something in his heart for another living being again, that wasn't hate or despise. But he had lost Sara, he was still running from Ramses, he could remember his mother surrendering him and his father wasn't there. Everyone close to him had sent him on this path and he didn't have a choice, but he would fight against everything that transpired against him. However, upon becoming this ooze overlord, what they called akin to a dungeon beast, he felt whole again. There was a refresh, he could fight again and reclaim his own person. However he would have to seek out new creatures, and it only made sense for a tamer who had enhanced abilities to control slime to get some slime creatures.

The following day, with a renewed vigor, Eight began to network in Reim. He hadn't had to do all the groundwork before, but he had a bit of experience, thanks to Ramses. Usually, they had at least heard of Ramses, and these people were somewhat aware that they were dealing with Ramses and his goods.

Eight's face, especially as a new one, was definitely something people were on guard against, but he decided to establish himself the same way Ramses had, through the use of beasts. He started speaking to buyers and sellers of the creatures, to see where he could fill his stock.

And as he did this networking he had found a person who specialized in exotic creatures, animals that people had never seen before. Animals that swam through the air, monsters with only three limbs, and even the amorphous... exactly what he was looking for, slimes.

The mystery was intriguing but Eight was happy, he skipped past the other exotic creatures and placed his hands against the 1 liter vials that held the slimes. Eight placed a palm against the vials closest to him, the two slimes were quite different, but they both reacted to his touch. The one of the right, floated from the bottom the vial smushing itself flat against the glass as much as possible almost is if trying to meld with Eight. The other was a black blob, but eventually from its body, an insect carcas began to form beneath it, pushing it to the top like an elevator platform. He could make out the body of a centipede, coiled in the vial. There was almost a little face on the slime and the mask began to spin as it zoomed towards and away from the Ooze Overlord.

The prices were quite affordable, so he bought these two. He wasn't ready to take more than the two, but perhaps in the future he might grab even more slimes. He walked away, and he knew the first thing he would have to do is to experiment, just as he had with his previous pets. He brought them to his room, leaving them in their vials while he slept.

Eight collected his specimens and brought them out into the woods. The slaver was getting frustrated not having his own building, and would soon be working into getting himself set up with a private location. He looked at the two slimes. The amethyst-colored one seemed a lot more receptive to him making the decision much easier. Eight had been learning a lot on his own, and was obsessed with his own name, and if this slime was to be part of him, it would in some form share his name. An eight tilted sideways looked like an infinity symbol, and the name for the symbol was a lemniscate, which meant ribbon. There was something cute about it, so he figured this would be the perfect name for the beast.

This is when he began to simply observe it. For one, it clearly could alter it's shape without any issues. It could form a ball, irregular blobs, a flat sheet, it was like a water, but it could choose its own shape regardless of its container. He observed it for quite some time and it's behaviors were a bit erratic. He slowly began to notice some patterns in its behavior, but there were lots more things to study, after spending the whole day with Lemniscate, he deemed it was safe to take home. Bringing it home, he jotted his notes somewhere more formal and set the slime into another vial.

CURRENT WORD COUNT
946

Eight popped open the cork of the other vial to see how this slime would react and it zoomed up across the carcass of a centipede, that it produced from its own body. As he studied the slime, he decided to name it Infinity, since it somehow came with an infinite supply of bugs, but as he studied it further, it was only able to produce the exoskeleton of insects and simply had a preference for that of centipedes. It seemed to use sugar to power its ability, and it also was able to move underground, so future training would have to be done with solid stone grounds so it wouldn't be able to escape until he mastered how to tame this slime in particular. After seeing it in actions for some time and seeing some of it's productions, there was something about himself... he could feel a sort of connection to these creatures. He could sense their next move, from their perspective. The thoughts were a bit much for him to handle so he sealed Infinity in a a vial next to Lemniscate before taking a break and doing his chores for the day.

This morning Eight was curious about what he was experiencing the day before a sort of merging with his bone slime, Infinity. Eight had released both Infinity and Lemniscate from the vials in his grasps by putting pressure against the top with his thumb as the glass broken into his palms, but the slimes were relatively unphased by the shards, merely sludging past them with easy. They each went into one of Eight's hands, but now they stayed still, as if waiting, but he could feel them and his senses told him they could feel him as well, he spent a bit of time focusing himself and his connections. a sort of telepathy... This must be a side effect of the recent transformation. In his mind, he began to seek clarity and deepen his bond to the creatures on his hands. Eventually the slimes, began to meld onto him, they were becoming part of him. It was a surreal experience, sharing... no, controlling three entities, two more as well as his own. This would have to be his main goal, if he could perfect this, he would become a tamer without peers.

WC: 1333

Eight was undergoing certain changes with his body, it seemed as if he also had to account for their combined mass. He began to personally use the slimes abilities as his own. He tried to figure out how Lemniscate had began to float and hover above the ground. He simply jumping and throwing the center of weight upwards, but it didn't seem to work. He tried the same thing it took to merge with them, but after a bit of time, it was like sort of puffing your cheeks, except you were puffing up your body, as if you were loading up to burp... almost.

The other slime, Infinity, was a bit easier for him. To get to be able to produce chitin from his body, he merely had to destress. It was mostly a relaxation of muscles in the specific area as well as his body in general. Right now, he had to exhale, relaxing down to his diaphragm and push out the stress, and it just seemed to form the same type of exoskeleton as the bone slime did naturally, but as he kept doing it, he could tell the emotion that he was releasing seemed to change the shape of the chitin that would come out, It was a bit hard to catalogue his emotions and send them out, but he managed to get beetles, scorpions, spiders, crabs, and snail shells, each one of these form corresponding to a different emotion. It was quite interesting and they were still usable for some time before they began to deteriorate, while they kept their shape for the whole day, within hours, the chitin became brittle without a source of life to sustain it.

He tried to burrow underground, but his body was still firm and it didn't seem quite natural, but he was able to easily control the shape of Lemniscate to create certain slime shapes, like an extra appendage. He knew he had to try it in a few other environments. Such as water, since Lemniscate could propel itself easily. So he left with the slimes as his symbiotes and found a lake. A lake was the natural breeding ground for slime as he understood it. Diving right in and he tries to move himself, but he wasn't sure quite how to do it except to swim with his hands. When he had enough, he got out of the lake and to dry up he decided to make a flame. Gathering all the supplies for the fire, he began to strike his flints together until the spark hit the kindling at the base of his woodpile, but as soon as he saw the flame start something unnatural happened, his exsitence, his being was split apart, the slimes that were merged with him, took off and slipped away.

However he still recalled what had set off the chain reaction; primal fear. A phobia to the flames... the shock, even if it wasn't his own, was a bit too much excitement for today. He turned off the flame and gathered his slimes so he could bring them to his room, this would lead to some fun experimentation for tomorrow.

WC: 1862

In the morning, Eight had decided to take a scalpel to each of his slimes, separating a portion of their bodies for this experiment. He had a deconstructed lantern, fueled by oil, and it was at this point where he used a tea ball with the slime inside... and he dangled the trapped slime over the flame til it made contact.

FWOOSH* BOOM*

Faster the a flash, the body of the slime instantly caught in flames, hardly contained the by metal enclosure, which then burst, destroying the metal shell, scattering the fragments all around. One hit his face, cutting into him. He touched his face across the source of pain, feeling the warmth of blood. Inspecting the smear on his finger tip. He tested this out immediately once more carefully with his own slime, but under much more protection. This explosion burst through an iron crate meant for small beasts, with ease. He knew this would kill his slimes... but he needed to see what would happen to him if he touched it. He knew the extent of damage to his own body and its damage to others. He trembled for a moment before he tried it, because he had seen what the flames would do to slime, but he wasn't quite fully a slime, his life could be over from a mere flame, and if he had to live this way, perhaps it would be for the best... he mustered his courage and passed his hand over the flame. Normally he'd be able to bear it with ease, but he winced back with pain from a mere candle, and the burn mark was evident to its increased effectiveness.

With his new studies of slimes and his new form, being able to control the slimes with ease, his skill as a tamer had surely risen.

WC: More than enough.