Connie
Hearing the shackles making noise in the room back, Danico finished what he was writing and stood from his chair, pushing the goggles up from his eyes, his mask still seeping plumes of smoke. "Good. You're awake." He began, taking a pair of gloves from the table to wear during the coming experiments. He approaches with his notebook in hand, along with the alchemical powder quill he used earlier. "How's your head?" He continues as he makes his way over to the table with the tools sat on top, picking up a simple pair of forceps and small wooden bowl, using the forceps to take the now solidified past blobs. The paste gently grabs the skin and fur of the shifter as he peels it off, placing each one into the bowl. "Didn't seem to do much, did it?" He mutters from behind the mask, examining the scars left from the silver. "Also seems to stunt the advanced healing process characteristic of shifters. Expected but interesting." He places the bowl and forceps down on the table and takes out his notebook to write down his findings.
Joseph
A low snarl vibrated through her chest as she watched the strange man enter. This was the first time she could get a proper look at who had captured her, the mask and goggles on his face frightened her but she wouldn't let that show. As he neared the large wolf, she lunged herself towards him like a starved animal but didn't manage to get far due to the restraints. Her canines snapped ferociously in his direction as he peeled the paste off her body, wishing he had come a few inches closer. She wanted to put him in immense pain for the cage he put her in and the way he imprisoned her. 

As he walked away, she used that time to properly observe the room. She took note of all the tools and the notebook he held in his hand and realised his intentions. Well she had a plan of her own, she was going to make this as difficult as possible for him. She wasn't going to speak to him or even shift into her other forms.
Connie
Danico reeled a moment at the shifters snapping, caught somewhat off guard, though not enough to hinder his progress to any significant effect. "Feisty. I like it" He continues as he peels the blobs off with a small chuckle under his mask. "I see why people talk about you the way they do." The mask and goggles hide enough of his face to hide whatever emotion he gives off, though he let himself a small smile, it was impossible to tell. After the alchemist sits all the tools down and puts the book off to the side, he takes a moment to stare at his victim, shackled to the bed before talking once more. "Does it annoy you that people look down on you like a simple animal?" He questions, folding his arms in front of him. This, he did not know for sure, but it was simply a mind game. Another of his sadistic tests, seeing if the psyche of a shifter is effected and reacts the same as the psyche of a human, no less. Shifters are known to be particularly bloodthirsty, after all.
Joseph
Her eyes squinted towards him in annoyance as he watched her. His question didn't faze her the slightest, she thought it was one that was too idiotic to answer, let alone break her silence. She no longer cared about how others viewed her, she didn't even know what to think of herself. She only did what she needed to do, to survive. Cecilia looked towards him with an encouraging stare, egging him on with the insults to show she never cared about what others said to her. All she had to do was imagine her fangs tearing into his flesh to prevent her from going crazy with anger. She had taught herself this so Toula wouldn't take over her mind and body when she was emotionally distressed.
Connie
*"Hmph."* He sighs, understanding that she simply just refuses to talk. Luckily, he had certainly prepared for just this situation- a silver rod sat on the bench beside the bed, a leftover from what was meant to be turned into part of a blade, but instead discarded by one of his blacksmith contacts. Though initially thought to have little use, it's amusing what use can be made by the most mundane of objects. Picking up the rod firmly in his hand, Danico presses the rod, hard, into the thigh of the shifter. Even as the skin starts to audibly sizzle from the reaction between the two, he holds it in place, even if the shifter would shake and squirm, he would do his best to keep it in the same spot for roughly ten seconds, staring at the eyes of the shifter the entire time. 
"Willing to talk?" He continues once the rod had been removed, still holding it firm in his hand.
Joseph
As Cecilia noticed the rod in his hand, she immediately began to struggle against her restraint. She could feel the heat it brought her as it neared her body. This was going to test her. It was fortunate on her side that she had been through worst before her untimely death. That was until she was brought back and became more cautious about her body. The large wolf cried out in pain as her legs collapsed from underneath once the rod connected with her skin. Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain mentally silent, not allowing his tactics to get the best of her as she stared back towards him with pure hatred. When he finally removed the silver rod, her body grew limp from exhaustion. Even though he hadn't kept it on her for long, it had felt like an eternity in her mind. Her lips curled in to bare her teeth at the man, wanting him to lean closer to talk to her so she could attack him, if only she was so lucky.
Connie
"Your mental fortitude is strong, I must admit." He continued as he put the rod down, crossing his arms once more. "Any normal human would be begging for mercy by now. But alas, we are not done yet." He turns back to the table and grabs a long, serrated knife, along with picking up the vial of milky white liquid. He pours the substance over the blade- the thick liquid oozes out slowly into a big glob. Using his glove-covered fingers, he rubs the substance into the metal, causing a soft sizzle sound as the germs burn away. "Don't worry." He says as he rubs the liquid in. "It's just to clean the blade, won't have any effect on you." The alchemist wipes the blade of excess liquid on the sleeve of his glove before turning back to the shifter. "You know, I hear shifter blood acts as a potentially powerful poison. I'm going to extract some now." 

Without another word, Danico reaches under the table taking out an empty glass vial and places it on top. Placing the paste he had used on her scars earlier on the edge of the table for quick access, he continues to saw a gash into the shifters thigh, below where he had just burnt, quickly placing the glass vial underneath the cut. He hurriedly places the blade back down in order to hold the shifters leg in place as the vial quickly fills. Once satisfied, he removes the now full vial and places it back where it was, now with a cork in the top. 

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" He says mockingly, continuing to place more of the paste over the fresh gash to stop the bleeding. "I know it didn't seem to do much before," He exclaims as the paste sizzles away at the open wound, feeling like a white hot poker jabbing into her side "But you never know when the smallest change could have the biggest effect." Referencing the difference between placing it on a burn wound and placing it on an open cut.
Joseph
She never took her eyes off him, her stare was filled with loathe and disgust. At least she made deaths quick by going straight for the kill, this man was torturing her. As she noticed the knife, she took note that it wasn't silver which gave her some form of relief. At least this wouldn't burn into her and leave a permanent scar. She had been trying so hard to keep her skin clean and now she would have a scar of a fucking hole on her thigh. The shifter also found that being sliced open by a non silver equipment was tolerable to deal with. Unfortunately it may be slightly harder to bare due to the serrated edges, it wasn't going to be a clean cut. Once he began to slice her open, Cecilia did nothing but growl as she waited for him to finish. She knew if she moved her leg and fought against it, he would only make the wound larger and deeper.

Once he was done and mocked her, Cecilia bared her fangs in distaste until she saw him bring the paste that he had taken off earlier. She was curious as to why he wanted to place it on her thigh. The wound was already beginning to quickly heal, perhaps he wanted to use it on the hole he burned into her leg. He already noted down earlier that it barely made an effect. Her question was answered as a pain that felt almost worst than the silver spread throughout her body. The large wolf had to close her eyes tightly as she waited for the pain to pass. She knew the pain was worst because of it being so close to the burn. 

Once the pain began to slowly pass, she refused to open her eyes as she focused on her breathing. Her body felt like it had been filled with lead. She was exhausted from trying to bare through this torture as she attempted to find some sort of mental escape that wouldn't release Toula. Cecilia knew that she would only help this man for a chance of freedom from all this agony.
Connie
Danico had barely realized the wound was closing over as quick as it was, clearly not used to performing on supernatural creatures such as this. Taking almost no note of the shifters clear agony, the supernatural healing had taken him by surprise. In the very least, however, the paste should help with removing any scaring from the cut. But given the way this creature heals different to a human, any outcome would be worthy of noting. Once he had finished with the paste and the vial was put away, he leaned in close to the shifters teeth; not close enough for her to bite or attack him in any way, but close enough to examine her canine teeth, even taking the long knife he had just used to attempt to poke around her gums, trying to move the lip aside to get a better view of the teeth hidden behind. "Tell me." He begins as he returns the knife. "To what degree does your teeth change when you shift?" He crosses his arms once more as he stands tall over the shifter, pondering on his own question, plus the other tests he still had to do while he awaits the shifters reply.
Joseph
Did he really still think he was going to get an answer out of her? She obviously wasn't going to reply any time soon. The longer she remained silent, the stronger she felt her will become as he wasn't getting the answers he wanted. She continued to focus on calming herself along with mentally encouraging herself to breathe slowly. This was her chance to gain some strength back before what ever he planned on doing to her next. If she could get through all the shit she had been through including death, revival and re-shifting for the first time, she sure as hell could get through this. Finally opening her eyes, Cecilia looked up towards the man and gave him a bored facade so he wouldn't be able to read any answers from her expressions.
Connie
"Well, alright then." He continues, understanding her stance on the matter. Just like the last time he had asked her a question, only to receive naught even a nod, he takes the rod and presses it against her flesh once more. This time not only higher on the body- closer to the hip, but the initial press was more of a hard smack then just simply sitting it against her. Holding the rod there for a little longer this time, closer to 15 seconds as the flesh sizzles and the fur burns away. "You know, I have to commend your courage." He says in the middle of burning her with the rod, an almost sick notion- talking to the victim when she couldn't possible reply. "Not often many would survive the equivalent of being burned by a branding iron made of curse steel for so long-" He takes the rod off half way through his sentence, continuing on with what he was saying. "But you, you've got a resolve stronger than any human I've ever met." He moves the rod over to the neck of the shifter, hovering it above the soft, sensitive tissue. "Tell me, shifter. Is that common among your species?"
Joseph
The shackles dug into her skin as she fought against her restraints which lead them to cut and bleed. The smell of burning fur and flesh filled the room and it surprised her that he was able to stand it. She hadn't realised it was his mask that helped him. The pain felt like it was never going to end. She hadn't taken any notice to the fact that he was speaking as he tortured her until he released the rod from her body. Cecilia instantly went limp when he continued to speak, forced to listen to him as she recovered. She felt so weak but she still refused to make any comment towards him, let alone answer his questions. The moment he placed the rod above her neck, Cecilia had no strength as she was forced to the back of her mind. 
The large shifter's body suddenly tensed and her eyes opened, revealing her dilated pupils to the Alchemist. *Stop* A voice filled his mind as the shifter stared straight towards him, making no effort to move in fear the rod would touch her neck. The voice was similar to Cecilia's only the tone of it was deeper and huskier like it would when someone was sick and the fear in her voice was obvious. *A shifter's pain tolerance is higher than a human's. Our bones snap and rearrange themselves in our bodies when we shift for fuck sake. But when it comes to silver, let's just say Cecilia is used to this type of shit.*
Connie
As the shifter reacts to the rod coming dangerously close to her neck, he begins to ease off a little, a little surprised by her sudden co-operation, but also extremely pleased. Surprised once again by the shifters mind communication, he had to take a second to tune in to what she was saying. Listening to someone physically talk was a lot different to hearing someone send thoughts directly to your brain. Never the less, he composed himself and listened to what the shifter had to say, standing up straight once again. "Very good." He exclaims once she had finished, taking the note book and writing down what she had said. "I do hope you will continue to co-operate." He continues as he puts the book back down again. "Both for my sake, and your own. I don't care for pointless torture, but I also need results. Make this easy for me and I won't have to torture you any further."

Danico takes his book and heads over to the other room- the one with the raised stone circle on the ground. A circle commonly used in dark rituals, somewhat easy to see from the main hall. Danico goes into the room and around the corner to a cupboard out of sight, pulling out a large jar filled with gross-looking green water, little black leaches swimming around. "Know what these are?" He questions, placing the jar down on the table with the instruments. "Lotus Leeches. Can survive years with only a single drink of almost any blood. It's theorized that they could even survive off the blood of a shifter." The alchemist takes a small knife and pulls up on the belly fur of the shifter, shaving a small patch off. He pulls the lid off of the jar as he finished, using a longer pair of forceps to fish one out and place onto the freshly-shaven patch of skin on the shifter. With a sharp bite, the Lotus Leech attaches itself almost instantly. The tail of the worm flicks up perpendicular to the skin of the shifter, the tip wiggles around until, after a couple seconds, splits into four little tails that fan out to look like a black flower.
Joseph
The shifter was visibly relieved as he mentioned he wouldn't torture her any further if she co-operated. She sat herself up the best she could with these restraints before looking down towards the wound by her hip. The flesh was beginning to harden up as her skin slowly stitched itself back together. Unfortunately the healing process for a silver inflicted wound was slow. She still healed a lot faster than a human but it would leave a permanent scar. This was sure to piss Cecilia off so Toula decided it was best to endure what she could. She only planned on giving Cecilia control of her body again if he decided to return to his torturing tactics. 
When her capturer spoke up, the large wolf noticed the jar as he placed it on a table. *Never heard of them.* She replied simply. As he continued, she highly doubted they would survive shifter blood. She was yet to find anything capable of doing so. 
As he shaved a patch of her fur, Toula did nothing but stand and watch curiously. She too was intrigued by this. When the leech latched on to her, she barely flinched as the bite had been dulled by the pain of her wound healing. The wolf was impatient as she watched the leech feed off her. It wasn't until a couple minutes passed that she began to doubt her earlier belief that they wouldn't be able to survive. That was until the small thing suddenly burst once it grew twice it's size and it's remains splattered all over her fur and whatever was in a close proximity of it. *That theory turned out to be bullshit.*