The Spirit Walkers

Rick walked up to Skife and yelled at the top of his lungs into Skife's ear, "ARE YOU COMPLETELY INSANE?! DO YOU WANT US TO DIE?!"

Tyson bit his finger tip and held out the blood sample trying not to think about the red liqiud. Xeno saw Soren walking outside to a portal.

Rick walked up to Tyson and screamed in his ear as well.

Skife ignored Rick and went over to the computer sitting in the far side of the room. He collected the blood into a vial and put the vial into a little recess. The computer recorded Tyson's DNA.

<How do you ignore someone who's yelling at the top of their lungs so close to your ear the spit flecks are literally flying into it?>

<It's hard to do, but it's possible>

<and you know this because...?>

<I would rather not say...>

<Okay, ellipses, I, Ellipses, don't really want to know then, ellipses>
Rick continued yelling, though he'd backed away. "OKAY! I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING! I THINK I BLEW OPEN MY EARDRUMS!"

<easy Tyson merely doesn't care and skife just ingores>

Tyson raised his handgun to Rick's face. "Continue and I'll give you a new hole in face."

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR A THING!"

Skife simply stated, "Mute" and silenced Rick. He kept on typing into the computer console.

Rick used Echo Herbs. "DAMMIT SKIFE! OH WHATEVER. I'M SURE I'LL BE ABLE TO HEAR RIGHT BEFORE THE UNKILLABLE VAMPIRE RIPS MY HEAD OFF!"

Tyson clicked the hammer and Xeno disappeared.

Rick looked at Tyson. "DON'T POINT THAT AT ME! I SERIOUSLY CAN'T HEAR A THING RIGHT NOW!"

Tyson put the gun away and pulled out a pair of ear plugs before putting them on.

Skife finished typing into the console and was watching the simulation. "Hmm... 90% chance of complete intergration, 9% of uncontrolability and 1% of death..." He looked to Tyson, "The odds are in your favour."

Rick pulled out a shuriken and started scraping out his ear with it. "That's better. So what about the one percent death? You sure?"

Skife said, "90% of complete genetic intergration, a 9% chance he won't be able to control it, and a 1% chance of death. Those are the odds, and they're looking pretty good."

"I dunno, I mean one percent is a lot."

Tyson crossed his arms. "Give me the gene" He said

Skife said, "If you insist. Follow me." and walked into the lab.

Tyson walked after Skife.

Rick ran at the wall, coming up by the two as he realized something. "what's the chance of death for a dead guy?" He continued running, straight up the wall now.

Skife led Tyson over to a table and told him to lay down on it. He typed some things into the computer and grabbed some electrodes. "These will montior your brainwaves and the DNA intergration process. It would also monitor your heart rate, but, because you're a vampire and all..."