Daniel realized he had not eaten in 4 days, he should feel starving yet he felt fine. He also had not slept yet and still felt well rested. Although that mystery had a clear answer, through the mental link between simulacrum 1 and Daniel he sort of could tell that he had shoved his need for sleep off on the simulacrum, something he didn't really understand.
But the lack of food was strange. “Pursuit of Knowledge over threat of personal risk” he mumbled under his breath, since he wasn't hungry, he decided that he would wait until he was. He had wanted to experiment some more, but he had dulled all of the blades to his scalpels and his other knives were not delicate enough to perform the actions he required of them.
He summoned a type 2 simulacrum, looked at it then thought of an idea. Going around his room he collected a surgical mask, a set of wrap-around sunglasses, a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of running shoes. Helping the simulacrum to equip its outfit, Daniel completed the look by adjusting the mask and sunglasses to cover up the lack of nose, eyes, and other aspects required to form a human face. Once the simulacrum didn't look too uncanny Daniel handed the simulacrum a track style stop watch and the pair of them walked out the dorm front door.
Daniel had a rather large backpack swung over his left shoulder, he needed to get some supplies to do more experiments. The simulacrum bounded down the stairs while Daniel took the elevator, the simulacrum seemed to be much more agile and dexterous than Daniel was. The two of them split away at the lobby, the simulacrum headed towards one of the campus athletic fields while Daniel stood waiting for a bus.
Summer had started so there were a decreased number of buses going to and from the campus. To entertain himself he focused on the mental link between himself and the Simulacrum, this was the first time he had really focused on the link and realized that there were some differences between the senses of the simulacrums and himself. The greatest of which was that their spatial awareness seemed to make them passively aware of everything around them within a short radius; he noticed that the first simulacrum had the same spatial perception. The second thing he noticed was that type 2 simulacrums seem to have amazing hearing as he could hear and identify individual noises beyond the spatial awareness of the simulacrum. The combination of these two seemed to make up for the lack of sight of his type 2 simulacrums.
By the time the bus had arrived, the simulacrum had made the 2 and a half miles to the sports fields and had started to sprint around the track and it was going fast, some back of the napkin math said the simulacrum had a sprint speed around 17 meter per second. After establishing a top speed, the simulacrum dialed back to a jog to test for endurance. He pulled his perception from the simulacrum as he rode the bus to a hunting goods store. He had a small list of items to get.
It took 20 minutes to get to the hunting supply store, it looked like a massive log cabin. Once upon a time it had been a big name brand outdoors store but the chain had been closed down, what was left was then purchased by a rather rich couple who turned it into a hunting goods store. To this day, Daniel had never found a more well stocked store. Taking out his blue book, he proceeded to jot down a quick list of the major items he needed, gloves, razor blades, a handful of balaclavas, a better apron, and a hand saw. Closing the book, he slipped it into what he thought was a back pocket. In actuality he had tucked it between his belt and pants, where it promptly slipped free and fell to the ground.
Iris had a pretty mundane life for a shifter, she woke up at 6 in the morning and started work at 7, her job pays well enough that her pack doesn't feel the need to worry over her and she enjoyed the privacy that was provided. She had been working at Atkins Field and Stream for at least two years. She spent her days stocking shelves and working behind the gun counter. It had been a rather normal day when a mundane had caught her eye. He was young, 22 maybe 23, had brown hair, green eyes, and was dressed in a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. He looked to be 6’2” in what looked to be combat boots. All in all, not remarkable build and rather forgettable for a mundane. What did stand out was the smell of blood, to Irises enhanced senses, the man reeked of blood. The worst part was it was fresh too, it couldn't have been more than a day old.
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While Iris made it a point not to nose into others business, she felt it would be excusable in this case. Slowly she tailed the man through the store as he picked up his purchases. Slowly they grew more and more concerned. Nitrile gloves, a 200 pack of razor blades, a butcher's apron, hand saw, and who buys balaclavas in the summer? The more she observed him the more she was sure she had caught a serial killer or psychopath or something. She then saw a sky blue book fall from his belt and fall to the floor. Waiting for the man to walk away she hurried to pick up the book. Opening it to the first page, the words “The journal is the Property of Daniel “Dice” Jacobs” as well as a line sprouting that there would be a $20 reward for returning the journal to the owner. IT seemed that this Daniel was a student of medicine and engineering, the first few pages were rather innocent, class notes and the such. She thought that maybe she was mistaken until she reached a subject line titled “Simulacrum 20” The end of the entry was followed by an anatomical sketch of a monstrosity. At first she thought that the entity was something the young man had encountered. The next entry changed that entirely, as “Simulacrum 21” showed the minor changes and deviations to “Simulacrum 20”.
“Oh gods.” It was a shuddering realization. The young man she saw wasn't encountering these monsters, he was manufacturing them. She found more proof when later entries describe manufacturing failures and autopsy reports. She had to warn her pack, but she also had to return the booklet less its owner sends one of his monstrosities to recover it from her twitching corpse. Quickly she took a few pictures of the more incriminating entries before closing the book and hurrying after the young man.
Daniel was finishing up his shopping when he was approached from behind by a beast of a woman, she was tall enough that he had to look up at her. She was dressed in the plaid felt shirt that was the employee uniform, underneath was a tight black shirt that failed to hide a set of impressively toned abs. The pin on her shirt read Iris and had a moon decal after the name. She had dark black hair styled in a short bob with one side shaved short. In one hand she held a familiar blue booklet.
Iris quickly caught her breath before quickly offering the blue booklet," you dropped this”.
In response, Daniel politely took the journal, noticing that Iris had turned to walk off he told her “Wait a sec”.
Flipping the Journal to the back revealed a pouch with a $20 bill hidden inside, in his rush Daniel failed to notice the flinch the employee made at his words.
“Thanks for returning the journal” Daniel said While offering the bill.
Iris gingerly accepted the money before continuing her expeditious retreat.
Daniels trip had been successful, he got the supplies he needed and he proved that his simulacrums had a decent range. It was time to recall his running simulacrum and continue with experimentation. The thing had kept a fast jog for over three hours without even sweating. Safe to say the endurance of the thing was pretty intense. All in all the day was good.
Iris had immediately told her manager something came up and that she needed to end the day early. Quickly she got on her bike and took off for her pact’s compound. The Pack lead’s needed to be alerted at the very least. She barely stood under the speed limit while gunning towards her destination. Weaving on the winding road that leads to her pack compound barely noticing the intricately hidden defenses on the land the pack owned. Eventually she reached the heart of the compound, a one story tall concrete building constructed in the brutalist style. Iris pulled into a parking spot near the entrance of the building, in her hurry to get in she nearly knocked the doors off their hinges as she approached the front desk, she needed to have a meeting with her pack lead.