Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20190918134951/@comment-24530992-20190920035559

“And going by that law, consuming supplements that contain said elements…” He gestured towards three whiteboards, all decorated with a plethora of biochemical diagrams and equations, “...Should, in theory, temporarily suppress the effects of the overuse of Elder Effect to a greater degree than what we have now. These methods should be much less invasive as well, as they can be taken orally or via intravenous injection.”

Several panel members nodded, typing down their own notes on the presentation. “Thank you, Doctor Remly, but I have my own concerns,” a distinguished-looking high elf remarked, his finger drumming on the table. “But how are you considering testing such results? I’m concerned with your… methods. Such a drug could have some serious side effects… unless that’s what you want.”

Dayne raised an eyebrow, his hands clamped together. The elf was the father of one of his “associates” in the field, though he did not seem humored in the slightest. “And what are you suggesting, professor? That my experiments and other people’s well beings are a toy for me to amuse myself with? I’m a scientist, not a child.”

The thin pair of pale yellow lips parted, a forced chuckle writhing its way through the elf’s wry smile. The old elf’s wrinkled face seemed as if it were trying to pierce through Dayne’s sense of pride. “Well, it certainly seems to run in the blood, doesn’t it?”

The Breton’s eyes met the elf’s and were filled with nothing but pure forbearance. “It seems like a lack of any half-decent humor runs in yours, professor. I can run some of my barbaric tests on it if you’d like. I’ll try to get the needle in right the first time.”

In the midst of a remark, someone cleared their throat quite extensively. “Well, gentlemen, it seems as if this panel has come to an end. Thank you, Doctor Remly. We will continue to monitor your findings,” an older Breton male interrupted, standing up and dusting his suit off. “Do keep us updated should something come of this, and we’ll consider starting clinical trials.”

“Absolutely. Thank you,” Dayne replied, his arms folded as the panel packed their datapads and left. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stared out the window of the high rise tower, the conference room dead silent save for Dayne’s soft breaths.

“What a joke,” he grumbled, turning away from the window and walking out of the conference room with a brisk stride back towards his lab. After a brief elevator ride, he opened the door to his laboratory- a stark white room full of holographic interfaces, be it dissections of various organisms or diagrams of organelles undergoing specific simulations. Dayne opened his CHIM tool, turned on low, ambient music, and got back to work.