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Try tellin' that to the guy that messed around with my shit. Woulda killed him myself if I'd known what he was up to.

((OOC: AU is fine! Victor will tag anything. Yes, I know exactly how that sounds.))

It's problematic, not impossible if you know what you're doing, but it's next to miraculous to get it right on the first try.

Do I even want to ask who did you, and to what end? [The short answer is yes, yes she does; because while Sinthia's damn smart and good at what she does, regulation of gene expression is nothing like how easy that wikipedia article makes it seem. She also has this pesky tendency to see her experiments on living creatures as delicate, and takes far more steps to ensure health than most do. Sinthia likes the mice being happy, in essence.]

He didn't do me.

*the feral gives a derisive snort, and curls his lip into a sneer*

Stryker, that sonuvabitch. Takin' my DNA an' splicin' it with some from fuckin' Sasquatch. Dunno what he was tryin' to get, but it sure as hell weren't me.

((OOC: This is how the mun explains the 'Sabretooth' travesty which appeared in X-1, anyway.))

It's just a phrase, don't be so touchy. And if Stryker's team did your gene mods then he almost certainly fucked you up somehow. The man shouldn't have been trusted with a mouse.

[Or anything else with DNA, truth be told. But she'll resist voicing that one.]

You knew Stryker?

*Victor raises an eyebrow, interested; he knows that the Colonel had a certain amount of notoriety, but even so, the majority of his operations were closely-guarded secrets*

I know of Stryker, and mainly in light of his absolutely atrocious record-keeping. I work in a similar field, but usually just with transcription of expressed genes, not the direct exacerbation of somatic cells.

*okay, now she's lost him. He may have a basic understanding of how some of this whole DNA-altering stuff works, but get started on the more in-depth scientific terms and you get one confused kitty-cat*

He did what now?

[Okay, time to think of how to put this in terms he'll understand.] In essence, Stryker modified your body. I would--completely hypothetically--enable your children to have the same genetic anomalies you have currently. They wouldn't be clones, but certain genes would remain unlocked, as it were.

That's... hnh.

*he continues to look confused for a moment, as if he's thinking about it, and those little hamsters running around inside the wheels within his head are taking their time to catch up with Sin*

So y'could make others with claws, an' healin'. An' they'd be like me. Not flatscans.

Yeah, basically.