House Calls – The Embassy : PD

Continuing on from “Morning sickness” – The Embassy.

 

Tsu:

 

Nicholas had laid there in bed and watched Valmont talk, his voice was rather soothing. It was great to have someone like him around, especially since they were now engaged. It made things much more closer then they were, something he wanted to have forever. Hearing him speaking of Hiei to go to Hell’s Kitchen he was kind of shocked, it was a bit away and to call for that one doctor. Nicholas knew that he wanted him to be in better shape quickly, it was something that he wanted too. Groaning a bit under the sheets, he’d watch as Val came to sit and heard what he said. Nicholas held onto Valmont’s hand with a soft smile and softly breathed out.

” You shouldn’t take work off for me, you have a bunch of stuff to do Valmont. I’d be perfectly fine, knowing that you’re always near.” He said and looked over towards Hiei, he’d only give him a nod that he was grateful he was going to do what Valmont asked.

Nicholas took his hand from Valmont’s and turned, shifting over to the other side of the bed. Crawling a bit he’d open his door and pulled out a small thin box, what did it hold? Something Nicholas had gotten earlier in the week, that he wanted to give in return. Going back to Valmont’s side, he’d sit up and took his hand, setting the box in it.

” This is something that I want you to have, as a token of love.” Nicholas spoke and tilted his head, his hair falling everywhere as he smiled.

Once Valmont opened the box, it’d hold a silver chain, a ring attached to it. It was sorta like a pendant but, inside the ring it had the words. ‘Forever and always, Love Nic.” On the top would be small fancy letters written as N&V, it was something he took time to make and get made.

 

 

Fu:

 

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Hiei :” Understood ; I will retrieve The Doctor as soon as I possibly can .”

– Hiei took another puff of his cig and turned on his heel ; walking back out of the room and making his way out of the Building. Hell’s Kitchen was it ? Hiei had no time to waste ; and he didn’t waste anytime in sprinting full speed into the distance ; turning into a shadow as soon as he was gone to cover ground faster . He had to find the Doctor for Valmont and Nicholas , and hopefully he was able to do so in a optimal manner . He was a Gentleman after all and he didn’t like disappointing people with inefficiency . He would return to the Embassy with the Doctor , if that was a choice that could be taken upon arriving .-

 

Razor:

 

Arriving at the outer gates was a well dressed young man upon horseback. He had the look and style of a lord of Hell, but there was something else about him. Almost…feminine in a way. No one could ever say he was rugged. With a small parchment, that he read, Elijah pocketed it once more and then gave his horse a light kick, before trotting up the main drive of the Embassy. What was his reason for visiting the Embassy you might wonder? Turns out that there had been an advertisement at the local inn for a new Physician for the Ambassador. It had been some time since the call had been put out, but Elijah had just been travelling through when he had seen the want ad nailed to the upright support in the inn.

Dismounting near the front entrance, a stable hand came out and took the reigns of the man’s horse. Even he was taken aback with how this man appeared. Surely he was not one of the better looking Princes of Hell. Truth be told, he wasn’t. With a small black bag, he strolled up to the front entrance and knocked twice. A butler was quick to answer, since Hiei had left the Embassy for Hell’s kitchen.

“Sir?’

“Yes, I have come to speak to the Ambassador about the position of House Physician.”

“Ah…really. How odd.” Turns out the butler knew nothing about this. Elijah handed over the parchment, and it bore the seal of Valmont’s office. With a surprised grunt, he allowed the man to enter, and then escorted him down the passage.“The Ambassador is with the young Nicholas. He is feeling poorly. Talk about timing.” The Butler said with a roll of the eyes. Coinicidences such as this were unusual to say the least.

“I am more than happy to treat the young man, to demonstrate my skills.”

“Hmmph.” The butler was not impressed, even though nearly every maid that watched the pair pass were positively drooling at the sight of this new…doctor.

Reaching the door to Nicholas’s room, the butler coughed, before knocking upon the door.

“Sirs, you have a visitor.”

Inside, Valmont had been opening the gift of the ring upon the chain that Nicholas had given to him in a special box. it was a gift to show Nicholas’s great love for the Ambassador, and Valmont leaned forward to kiss his lover on the forehead, before turning to the sound of the butler.

“We are a little busy.” Valmont sung out, wanting more privacy.

“He…claims to be a Doctor, Ambassador.”

“Wow…that was quick. Where is Hiei?’ Valmont sprang up off the bed, and raced for the door, only to open it and see the gruff looking butler with the insanely good looking Doctor.

“You’re not Wilhelm.” The Ambassador was surprised, that it was not the legendary Doctor Schwartz. Elijah looked a bit confused, since Valmont was expecting someone else. “Err…no, I’m Doctor Mackleson. I came about the ad, but I understand you have a sick…friend.” he glanced past Valmont into the room to see Nicholas sitting up in bed.

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“And you must be Nicholas.” The new Doctor pushed past Valmont and made his way over to Nicholas’s bedside, opening his black bag and taking out a stethoscope. “May I have some privacy with the patient?” Elijah was not mucking about, though Valmont looked a bit miffed. “Uhm…..alright.” Tugging on his jacket, he gave Nicholas a worried look, before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

With the room cleared of unwanted guests, Elijah smiled down at Nicholas.

“Now…tell me young man, what seems to be the trouble?”

 

Tsu:

 

The kiss to the forehead had felt nice, his lips were cool against his. Nicholas couldn’t get over it, he still sick but, slowly better. What was with the swings? Hearing the door he saw Valmont get off the bed and go towards the door. He looked over and saw the person, it wasn’t who he thought. But hearing that Valmont said he wasn’t the doctor he wondered who it was. He was sure a funny one to rush in like that and ask for privacy. Nicholas felt a bit nervous now, what was he to tell him? He wasn’t sure but, gave Valmont a small nod as he shut the door. Taking a moment Nicholas took the doctor in and examined him. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, he looked like a doctor too. Though something about him seemed a bit off, what was it? He didn’t know, but hearing him speak he sat up fully.

” Well.. I’ve been sick for the past week, throwing up and then recently the past couple of days, blood has been coming with it. I don’t know whats wrong.. I’ve never been sick and I am now. I feel so tired and dizzy after, also.. my appetite has increased, I eat way more then I use to. “ Nicholas said with a breath.

Moving out from under the sheets he’d reveal he was in the silk bath robe still. Swinging his legs over the bed he’d sit up fully, knowing that he’d want to examine him. The thing that worried him was that he’d find out about him. It was a doctors word to keep things private so, it’d be okay right? Many thoughts came to his head but, he wasn’t sure. He would just have to go with it now, coming back he’d look up at the doctor.

Do you know whats wrong with me? “

 

Razor:

 

With the Ambassador out of the room, and now it was just Nicholas and the new Doctor, he would now be able to get to the bottom of Nicholas’s illness. He naturally didn’t know anything about the young man who had been sitting in bed, but from what Nic was saying his symptoms were, they sounded a little strange. Throwing up blood? That brought a few theories to mind and none of them were pleasant ones. Nicholas had never been sick before this, and now he was dizzy, tired…and with a bigger appetite. Cocking a brow, as he dug about in his medical kit, the Doctor couldn’t help but say the first thing that popped into his head.

“Well, if you were a woman I could say that you are showing classic symptoms of pregnancy. Aha.” He had a little laugh at the end of what he said, only to turn back and see the young man now seated on the edge of the bed in nothing but a robe. Odd thing was that Nicholas had the shapely legs of a young woman. In fact, the closer that the Doctor stared at him, he started to notice a few things missing. Well….he couldn’t see any tell tale bulge which would be as plain as day in such a fine silk robe as the one he was wearing.

“Err. Nicholas, could you…open your robe please so I can give you a proper physical examination.” It was a Doctor’s job to be thorough in his investigation, but he truly wondered just what…if anything was under that robe now. He was starting to already suspect, that Nicholas was not all that he seemed to be.

“If you are concerned, I abide by a very strict ethical code of practice. What happens in this room stays between us. I believe in full Doctor patient confidentiality.”.

The Doctor calmly waited for the revealing, and what may well give him perfect insight into the nature of Nicholas’s illness.

 

Tsu:

 

It was quiet and he simply just watched the doctor think, what was he thinking about? Was he going to have something serious wrong with him? It worried him beyond apparel, as he watched him turn and dig into his medical kit. ‘Well, if you were a woman I could say that you’re showing the classic symptoms of pregnancy. Aha.’ That phrase alone made Nicholas freeze in his spot. Pregnant? Pregnant? He was Pregnant? Is that even possible?! Nicholas himself grew pale more then he was, how.. then he went back to him and Valmonts sessions, oh god. Thinking about it Nicholas never actually knew if one like him could get pregnant. Seeing the doctor look at him he watched him examine him and he could tell he was already catching up.

” Please don’t tell me I am, I don’t think its possible.. it must be something else, right?” Nicholas said as if he was scared.

Standing up he thought for a moment, he was going to reveal something he never shown anyone besides Valmont. But, he was reassured when he heard about him believing in patient confidentiality. A small sigh escape from his lips as he looked at the floor, this was so weird now.

” Well you see.. its a birth defect but, I’ll just let you look..” He said in a rather monotone voice, not entirely sure of anything at this moment.

His hands move to undue the robe and it opened up, sliding to the sides. He turned and stood in front of the doctor. He would see that he was indeed a half being.

 

Razor:

 

If you have a gut instinct about a situation, it is best to exercise caution and not jump to conclusions. Thankfully, the Doctor was showing a very good bedside manner, for when Nicholas expressed fear towards the Doctor’s comical thoughts on what could be wrong, he kept himself in check. “Only one way to find out.” The Doctor said simply. The answer came as something of a shock when Nicholas did open the robe. What it revealed was that while the top half or torso of Nicholas was male, the bottom part was very much female. The Doctor let out a long “ahhhh”, as soon as the robe was opened, and then Nicholas backed it up with his explanation that it was a birth defect. Elijah stepped forward and then took the edges of the robe to close it again and give back Nicholas’s modesty.

“I wouldn’t call it a birth defect, Nicholas.” Elijah said softly, as he then gestured for Nicholas to sit back down on the bed. “I would say that you are very special.” Now knowing what Nicholas actually was, helped a great deal in helping with the prognosis. “I take it that…the Ambassador is your lover?” Already the Doctor was starting to put two and two together, as he took out a small sample cup and handed it to Nicholas. “Cause, if he is….and you have the reproductive organs of a female, there is every possibility that you are in fact pregnant.”

Elijah knew that this might come as something of a shock, but it had to be said. “So far, everything you have described points to it. Once you give me a small urine sample, we will know for sure. Then I can prescribe what you need to help keep food down during the first trimester.”

There was no judgement from the doctor. He acted perfectly normal and civil towards Nicholas. The last thing the young man needed was to be looked down on or ridiculed.

 

Tsu:

 

It had been quiet as he watched the doctor look at him, surprisingly he didn’t feel nervous. Usually he was if someone was looking at him as he did. Why was that? Maybe because he was a doctor and he felt a bit safe about it. Seeing him lift the robe to close, Nicholas would take it and tie the rope around his waist. Sitting on the bed he listened, its not a birth defect? It had to be, no way was Nicholas special in anyway with this.

” I don’t think I’m special, cause if I was special.. then I wouldn’t of had a hell of a life in the beginning and outcast.” He said and sigh a bit.

Mentioning of Valmont he simply looked at the ground. Oh how was he suppose to tell Valmont this? Their was no way he could, what would he think? Nicholas shouldn’t be having these thoughts, he would be honest with him. He is his lover after all and this wouldn’t be different. Lost in thoughts he came back to reality when the doctor was handing him a cup.

” Yes, he is my Fiance. “ Nicholas said firmly with no hesitation.

Standing up he nodded his head, walking past the doctor and into the bathroom. Shutting the door he would stand there and think about everything, it was a lot. If Nicholas was pregnant, then he was carrying a child of an important man in hell. Oh how this would all turn out, he bit his lip some and went to the toilet to do what needed to be done. A couple of minutes later he’d return out with the cup, filled. Walking back towards him he would simply set it on the table and took a seat on the bed again, looking towards the doctor.

” I’m glad you’re not judgmental towards me.” Were the words that came from his lips as he waited to see.

 

Razor:

 

It was easy to pick up that Nicholas felt differently about himself to what the Doctor had said. Unlike many people, the Doctor was not at all judgmental when it came to his patients. In his eyes, everyone had something about them that made them different, or as the Doctor termed it – special. He did not believe that anyone should be persecuted for not being considered the norm. To Elijah there was no such thing. Perfection didn’t exist and if anyone believed that to be true, they were deluding themselves. Elijah regarded Nicholas carefully. It was clear that he had self confidence issues along with some regarding his body. The Doctor didn’t try to make light of the conversation now. This was a serious matter, when you thought about it. Nicholas had never been told that he could reproduce before, so this must have come as something of a complete shock.

With Nicholas confirming that the Ambassador was his fiance, the Doctor nodded. It explained the way that Valmont had acted when the Doctor appeared at the door. So very concerned, and more so than a normal employer. He knew full well who Valmont was, and so he was a little taken aback, till he worked out that Nicholas was part female. Nicholas had this gentleness about him, and a beauty that was unique. The more that the Doctor regarded him, the more he could see the attraction.

When Nicholas came back out from the bathroom, and set down the sample cup, the Doctor was quick to take out a pregnancy tester stick and place it inside the cup and swirling it around, before then taking it out and setting it upon a small dish. While the test was activating, Elijah went to take Nicholas’s arm and get his blood pressure to see if there was any issues caused by the possible pregnancy. Squeezing the pump, he offered a warm smile, when Nicholas said that he was grateful that Elijah was not judgmental.

“I just want to put your mind at ease, Nicholas. It is not my place to judge others. Hmm…its a little high, but not too bad.” Elijah spoke of Nicholas’s blood pressure, before taking off the wrap around his arm. Now, it was time to check the pregnancy stick…and sure enough.

“Well, according to your sample you are pregnant. Congratulations.”

 

RPC – Jason Marsh : Camp Haven.

Roleplay Character sheet – Casual

Name: Jason Marsh
Age : 26
Height : 6’2
Weight : 179
Eye color : Blue
Hair style : Brown hair (windswept and interesting)
Position at Camp : Pavilion Medical Personnel – Doctor. : Ph. Ds in genetics, biophysics, and psychology
Clothing : Dresses casually when not in surgery. Jeans and a cotton shirt, brown leather jacket. Boots suited to the terrain of the camp grounds. In surgery – blue scrubs.
Gifts : Telekinetic.
Backstory to be explained throughout the RP.

A Bad Batch – Hell’s Kitchen : PD

 

 

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Kiri:
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The male did indeed grab and pick up the doctor without a moment of hesitation, lifting him as a cat might its kitten, or a bitch would its pup, however, instead of lifting the man by the scruff of his neck the hunter tossed him over his shoulder. The fear of the hunchback was so palpable to the lycan it was stifling, he could smell it with ease and it set his predatory instincts ablaze, however, he suppressed those urges before following the creature; with the hunchback leading the way the hunter followed him quickly and efficiently, seemingly unaffected by the weight that was lying upon his shoulders. As soon as the smaller man had prepared the table he set the Doctor onto the table, he already had on a pair of leather gloves and his mask was still pulled up tight, so there was no need for the mask and gloves to be given to him; and as the creature started the transfusion and asked his question, the male looked at him with clear eyes as he answered with honesty.

“My name is Dragomir Constantin, a Hunter, nothing more and nothing less.”

Fu:
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Hiei : ” Seems like the front door is wide open , seems like I won’t need to bother with knocking on the door. ”

– Hiei would say to himself with a cigarette in his hand , taking a few steps forward into the building with his right hand in his pocket and a odd curiosity about him . The door was open, but this was odd ; nobody would just leave their door open in hell of all places . It was too dangerous for that ; given the community being anything but merciful. The Embassy Housekeep would run into the building’s main entrance to find himself in the entry room and there he would look on to find any form of life , but it would seem as if someone was here not long ago and within that moment Hiei faded into the shadows in the room to go search for signs of life ; seeing that none were here , he made himself move to another room and would continue doing so until he found life . There was flickering lights and Hiei would take small steps forward to announce his presence if the smoke didn’t already do that for the others in the room and would speak after a few tiny moments of silence that came after his entering of the area. –

Hiei : ” Anyone hear know where The Doctor is ? ”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

For a moment, there was only the echo of the undead army deep beneath the laboratory that could be heard aside from the slow beeping of a heart monitor that the hunchback assistant had fitted to his ill fated Master. Igor worked diligently in an effort to stabilize the Doctor, while the masked man in the big black hat only stared on. He has announced himself as Dragomir Constantin, a Hunter. A hunter who was also a hired killer. Least that is what Igor thought after he witnessed Narcissa being thrown to her death. Such a terrible fate, and one that he wished on no one. It brought the hunchback such terrible sadness, to lose both Loc and Narcissa this way but his main concern now was not to lose the Doctor along with them. There had been enough death and tragedy, and half of the hunchback’s mind was thinking that perhaps this was some sort of backlash….karma, you could say. Either way, the hunchback had given the Doctor the wrong batches of blood, and it would be a while before he realized just what he had done. He kept focusing on the Doctor’s face, and of course the heart monitor.

What threw him off of his work, aside from being nervous in the company of Dragomir was the sound of a new voice calling out from the hall.

” Anyone hear know where The Doctor is ? ”

A patient? NOW?! This was the worst possible timing, and Igor was almost too afraid to leave the unconscious Doctor with the Hunter. Igor muttered and wrung his hands together. His eyes glazing over as the weight of responsibility for all this was falling on his uneven shoulders. Fussing, he quickly got a sheet to cover over much of the Doctor and tried to hide his crumpling face.

“I…need to deal with the person outside.” Igor shuffled out and then saw the well dressed Hiei who seemed to materialize out of the shadows. On seeing him, the hunchback bowed ever slightly, before he heard another loud chorus of roars and moans from below.

“Sir….the Doctor is…”

Inside the emergency station, the Doctor’s eyelids fluttered and then sprang open as the heart monitor started to race. It had gone from slow, to abnormally fast within a matter of seconds. There was a look of panic on the Doctor’s face and he stared down to see the blood transfusion needle that was still in his arm. As his eyes tried to focus up on the blood bag, though hazy at first, he soon made out his own coding stickers and let out a god awful cry…..

“Nooooooo! What have you done to meeeee?!” Panicking, he tried to rip out the blood needle with shaking hands, and turned his head to see the Hunter standing there with the mask covering his face. “You need to get out…..you need to get out and shut the door….Lock me in here!……FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!…..GET OUT!”

Hearing the Doctor’s screams and loud calls from the emergency station, Igor flew into a panic. What the hell had he done? He thought he had given him the life saving blood, but mistakenly given him the blood from his X experiment. Igor ran to the door and then with the lights going on full, he saw the blood bag as the Doctor started to change….he was growing into something large…..something VERY LARGE….and GREEN!

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“DRAGOMIR…..RUN!!”

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Dragomir listened quietly and watched on without a word as there was no real reason for him to speak or do anything at the moment, for it there was he would be doing it at this moment and would without hesitation, however, he had come for his target and had completed what he was supposed to do; so why was he here right now? Because of one simple fact, Dragomir was always a softie when people actually needed help in a dire situation, he couldn’t help it; when someone was in trouble he felt that he had to help them then and there and if he didn’t then he felt as though he was betraying himself. And his old purpose in life as a hunter of the races who hunted humans.

As Dragomir stood there silently, the man quietly thought to himself even as the hunchback walked outside to deal with the patient who had arrived to meet with the doctor; this fact didn’t bother him, but even as he went outside to do so the doctor was found to be waking up. With the doctor freaking out, and with the fact he was transforming, the Lycan had gone on edge to the maximum level and his eyes had turned golden before he spun on his heel at the sound of the hunchback yelling to him to run. The hunter was debating, but he shook that out and sprinted through the door in a blur, moving at an inhuman speed as he waited for the hunchback to exit and then slammed the door shut, throwing all of his strength into holding it closed while also locking it as a precautionary measure. What happened? Time would have to tell him.

Fu:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
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Hiei : ” The Doctor is what? ”

– The Housekeep would say as he had been told that the Doctor was in some sort of situation ; one that wasn’t clear as the person speaking to him was cut off from finishing. A scream was audible enough to echo out into the room Hiei was in ; and from there he would assume someone was either in pain or panicking in the next room over . Due to Hiei’s mentality he was one to not care too much for others unless they were of great concern to him , so he didn’t react like any other person would unless he had a connection to the person or something else that’ll help formulate a good enough reasoning to be concerned. He would speak to Igor and say –

Hiei : ” Can you bring him ou- ”

– As he finished speaking he would see that the man had left the space in front of him as he went to tend to the situation that was occuring in the other room ; it would seem as if he may end up getting involved in the predicament whether or not he had wanted to . Clearly this situation has escalated far worse then he had expected. –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

For the three men that were now standing outside the emergency station, they would find themselves facing an unknown foe. With Dragomir using his brute strength to hold the door, the hunchback was frantic at the thought that the toxic batch of blood could turn the Doctor into the very thing he feared most of all. The blood was being tested, yes. But not on humans. The Doctor realized the danger the moment he was able to see clear enough to read the label on the blood bag, and his instinct to protect his visitors and employee came to the fore. The only problem was, the Doctor was now losing the battle for control.

In the emergency station, Wilhelm’s body shook and quivered violently as the table that he was laying upon was now buckling beneath him. The reason for this was that his bone mass was becoming denser as it grew. You could see the change as he grew larger. The pain that he was now experiencing was beyond anything a normal human being could cope with. Skin stretching to the limit. His head swelling and as he thrashed wildly, Wilhelm reached out with a hand that started to turn inward with the fingers being drawn in to form a large fist. The blood vessels upon his neck swelled and pumped the toxic blood with a renewed fury. Wilhelm blinked at the light, as his pupils turned a sickening green colour. Practically toxic.

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His body was twisting and jerking as he grew larger and larger. The screams were getting deeper to the point he no longer sounded like the Doctor at all….but like a grotesque monster. The kind that haunt your dreams and send you screaming into the night. Igor, who was in the foyer was practically tearing his hair out. The guilt that he felt after giving the doctor the wrong batch of blood in an effort to save him, had gone so tragically wrong. He couldn’t lose another tonight. Loc….Narcissa. it was too much to bare.

“It’s all my fault.” The hunchback cried out, ready to fall to his knees and let the creature that was now the Doctor take him down. That was of course till he heard a terrible grating sound. Metal twisting and tearing far below. As if in slow motion, the hunchback’s head turned towards the lift.

“OH MY GOD!”

The undead army. Some of them were now trying to access the lift well and climb up to the surface…to where Dragomir and Hiei were standing.

“OH NO!….THEY’RE COMING UP!” Sure enough a group of about ten were starting to claw their way up the inside of the elevator shaft and then you could hear the sound of machinery being smashed to pieces in the emergency station. How on earth were they to fight off the likes of the start of the undead army and then have the green giant come at them from the emergency station?

~SLAM! SLAM!~ Large fist prints were now being punched against the inside of the doors to the emergency station with the enraged giant Wilhelm trying to break through. Would Dragomir be able to hold the Doctor back…..or would the undead soldiers reach them first?

Suddenly, Igor had an idea. It was the only way to possibly stop the soldiers. The first claws of the beasts from below were now seen trying to get a hold at the foyer level….a head popping up and the face was riddled with scars and stitching. Black eyes stared at the trio that were standing just outside the emergency station doors.

“DRAGOMIR….LET HIM OUT!”

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~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Dragomir was throwing everything into holding the beast that the Doctor had become in this room, he wasn’t invincible, and whoever/whatever the Doctor had become, Dragomir was no where near on the same level of strength; with every impact on the door, Dragomir was pushed a little harder from it, making him jerk with every impact as he struggled against it to keep it from escaping the emergency station till things decided to go from bad to worse. The undead beasts that the doctor had awakened were now crawling up the vent and with the doctor going berserk on the door it was only ruining his mood before he decided on one thing, first off: Dragomir leaned every ounce of his weight against the door as he pulled Vrangr from its holster and flipped the switch to set it on light. The little tubes along the barrel immediately began to fill up as light was absorbed into the gun, and as soon as it was fully charged the gun was ready to go for as many shots as he wanted to dish out, the difference was this: there were two triggers, one held to absorb light and keep the gun loaded, while the other was used to fire. The first trigger was a small button which he had to press down on with barely a grip, but the button would reset itself after so many shots. Which means he had to press it again every once in a while.

As soon as the undead popped their ugly little heads up Dragomir let loose, firing off bursts of light which exploded on contact, knocking some right back down the shoot until the hunchback yelled for him to let the Doctor out. Was that wise? Well… they had no choice, and so Dragomir jumped back, grasping the hunchback’s shirt to pull him with him and avoid the Doctor who was about to erupt from the room…

Fu;

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
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Hiei:” What the hell is going on ? ”

– Hiei said to himself as he went by unacknowledged after being abandoned ; he wanted to get going immediately but it seemed fate had other plans . He was to get the Doctor and get back , but he grew impatient of waiting and knowing fully well that he had to hurry on back to the Embassy due to the fact he was also in charge of maintaining the household , he was known to be on his feet 24/7 and this was no exception . Fast-paced was all he knew , but this . This ……. just no , he ended up turning into a shadow so he could cover ground more quickly and see what was going on . Hiei found himself in the same room as Igor once more along with those he was with , spotting fighting going on he was only able to be certain of the fact they needed to supress the beings that were coming out of the shaft ; otherwise they’ll more then likely kill off the people Hiei was sent here to get and that would put alot of problems on the plate of the House Manager and further extend his duty on finding another Doctor if there ever was one . The House Manager sprung forth with tiny tendrils of condensed shadow formed stringed laced with his energy that he would used to sever their heads if they ever continued to spring forth , however due to the angle and the space he wasn’t able to get too many , as he needed more space to swing but being in that space made it difficult.

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Hiei:” This may prove difficult in this positioning…”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

Igor screamed in terror and surprise when he was yanked back by his collar clear out of the way of what would be the rampaging doctor in his grotesque giant form. Skidding in behind the hunter, he tried to scramble to his own feet to see just what the doctor had become. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the Doctor would become just like the monsters he created. With Hiei changing to his shadow form and then moving just clear, the doors burst open in a fit of rage and fury. The Green giant was wearing the remnants of torn clothing that belonged to the doctor. All way too small and nothing but shreds of fabric. Wilhelm’s stance was like that of a silver backed gorilla in full charge. A frightening sight if ever there was one. His head turning left and right as though he was looking for something or someone specific. It was then it caught sight of the rise of the undead soldiers, who were being shot at by Dragomir as they breeched the top of the elevator shaft. Heads being blown off, limbs flying in all directions with sprays of greenish brown blood. The smell was vile and the more that got hit, the more that appeared. Like a wound that was now split open and maggots crawling out into the light. Hiei was doing everything he could, to stop the rising menace from below, but his position meant that the going ahead was difficult. That was until the beast like Doctor suddenly realized something….Narcissa was missing. He had failed to see her in the foyer, or the emergency station. There was no remains of her in the lift itself which was positioned high enough for him to see and still the opening where the undead were crawling through. Roaring with fury, he powered over to the shaft and then started to smash at the heads of the upcoming wildly. The sickening thuds and crushing sound of bone and skull the result of his frenzied attack. Not satisfied, the Doctor leapt down into the shaft – bounding off the sides as he went and taking out more of the undead soldiers till he reached the bottom with a god awful thud. The rise of ash, bone and concrete filled the shaft well and down there…where many more of the soldiers were preparing to make their rise to the surface, was the mangled body of Narcissa.

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The hulking doctor stared at her dead body in horror. His beautiful creation….his lasting memory of Missy….was dead. An abundance of emotions filled him to the brim. Grief, sadness, anger, rage, sorrow, loss. He couldn’t take it again….he just couldn’t. To the left of Narcissa’s body was that of Loc, his other creation. A pained and pathetic howl came from the beast as in the foreground, the undead army suddenly came to a stop. Something in his voice….something linked them all as one. The hulking Doctor knelt down and scooped up what was left of Narcissa and rocked back and forth…..all his dreams had died…with her. At that moment, the Doctor started to change back to the way he used to be….nothing more than a simple man – who knelt before the army of his creation…his blood.

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
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When the new arrival decided to get involved it was definitely a welcome assistance to the hunter, who was still blasting away at the undead army, intent on destroying as many as possible to keep them from getting up there and on their own two feet before the doctor erupted from the doors with a roar; charging the undead army without hesitation it was obvious that the man no longer had any cognitive thought and was driven by pure rage at the moment as he smashed away at the army. Dragomir honestly wasn’t prepared for such ferocity, but it didn’t faze him as he continued shooting, blasting away continuously while the Doctor hurled himself down the shoot, till he landed down at the bottom with a bang and the undead army not stopping; but… then it was just… over, everything had stopped, it had ended; without warning the army stopped at the scream of the doctor. That howl was filled with sadness, so Dragomir had to assume that he saw the mangled body of Narcissa, the very girl that Dragomir had killed himself. How would things turn out from here?

Fu:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
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Hiei:” Seems like most of them have stopped coming for now. ”

– Was what the Man said as he saw the Giant Man leap down the shaft , his action halted the movement of the Army as a whole through that one movement . One that was not wasted one bit , however he would not hear any more noises coming through the shaft ; as if something happened upon arriving at the bottom . Did something occur to the male as he arrived at his destination ? Hiei’s eyes stayed at the shaft with his tendrils ready , he was not going to let anything that should’nt rise get a chance at doing so. He took a small puff from his cig and looked around –

Hiei:” So anyone mind telling me which one of you is the Doctor ? ”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen

~When Good becomes Evil~

A simple man now stood before a massive army of corruption and chaos. A simple man who was now two beings. One…a genius, a good man….a man of science. The other…a monster. A beast that was created from the worst of emotions. Everything that hate and anger could generate. No one else could possible understand that the very spirit of the Doctor’s goodness was tied to the memory of his beloved Missy, and the beings that he had created after her death. Loc…Narcissa. It was all gone. Oh the Dark one had his deal. He got the Doctor to bend to his evil schemes because the good man had been honorable. He stuck to this deal

But now…as he stood with the last of his goodness laying at his feet all he could see before him was the power that he had created out of the most evil of plots, the good Doctor was no more. Wearing but torn remnants of his suit and lab coat, he continued to stare out at the now silent army of the undead. The very creatures he had awakened with his blood. The connection between him and his creations was now sealed. It took him to near death, but his fate along with all the creatures that stood before him now was in his control.

All bets were off. The deal was done. Evil….had a new face.

The Creator had become his own Creation. No one in Hell…no King, no Prince; not even the Dark One could have foretold this. The Doctor’s face showed calm, but his eyes…..God, such hatred….such pain….nothing and no one could save him now.

Turning to face the control panel of the lift, the Doctor flipped the control pad and started to mess with the wires beneath. Working them in a new way before snapping the lid back on and pressing in the code. Upstairs, the lift shunted back into the normal place and the doors opened for Igor and the two that had happened along at the wrong time.

Igor was frightened. The quiet down in the lab was eerie and he could feel it in his waters, that although the Doctor had stopped wailing and the army had fallen silent; that it was not over. Still, he was an employee of Hell’s kitchen and his place was at the Doctor’s side. No matter what. Looking at Hiei, he swallowed and said. “The Doctor is down in Cardis tomb.” He didn’t actually come out and say that the green beast that broke free out of the emergency station was the actual doctor. Hiei might not believe him. Igor motioned for the hunter and the guest from the Embassy to enter the lift. Once in, he would press the down button and the lift would begin to move. When they arrived…and the doors opened, the Doctor would be waiting. He’d have found a new lab coat, and bare a strange smile that was disarming.

“Sorry about the mess. Minor mishap. Please, how can we help you?” His voice was calm, and in behind the army had already started to clean up the mess that they had made, without even being instructed. Igor would be first to ask.

“Doctor….are you alright?” Maybe the Doctor had lost his mind completely. The switch was too great. From the crazed giant to this…visage of calm.

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“Never better….Igor….Never…better.”

~RB~

Fu:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Cardis Tomb

– The event came and went swiftly ; but it felt alittle bit odd for it to have finished so abruptly like it did . But despite it ; both Dragomir and Hiei had left their stances with dealing the threats as it came . With that done , they were told to get on the lift to go downwards . Of course Dragomir and Hiei would follow as prompted into the lift and down below , revealing the inner sections of the facility and before them the doctor appeared once the lift reached its end . Hiei walked forward first with Dragomir walking slowly behind , as if watching the place for any signs of danger ; he didn’t let his guard down too easily after the event that just happened and it was clear he felt alittle on edge still due to it . Hiei spoke first , placing both of his hands behind his back as he spoke to the Doctor –

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Hiei : ” I came here to request your medical knowledge ; Nicholas of the Embassy is fallen ill and we need your assistance. If it isn’t too much to ask that is . However I can wait if you need to clean up the area if need be , there was quite a few mishaps as I saw a moment ago but I’ll try to act as if I didn’t see anything . ”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

With all that had gone on right before Hiei and Dragomir entered the ravaged and bloody Cardis Tomb, you would expect the doctor to be showing some signs of distress, but the Doctor appeared totally normal. In fact it was this cheeriness that was practically chilling to watch. Igor sensed it right away, that the Doctor’s behavior did not match the man earlier. The green monster that he had become in the Emergency station was now locked back inside it’s cage, for now.

Igor was not happy with the Doctor’s words, but he was nothing more than a lowly servant and really had no right to question the Doctor. If only he had been brave enough to try. With the guests however, and the rumble of the undead army setting everything back as it should be, he could only stand by as an observer till asked to get back to work.

The Doctor smiled at the staffer from the Embassy, who used good tact to explain why he was there. Having been sent to request medical knowledge to assist a man by the name of Nicholas, who had fallen ill.

“I can wait if you need to clean up the area if need be , there was quite a few mishaps as I saw a moment ago but I’ll try to act as if I didn’t see anything . ”

“A few, but nothing that can’t be put right.” The Doctor offered, taking down a medical bag, and opening it as he prepared to join the young man on his return to the Embassy.

“Igor, if you would assist our other guest with whatever he needs, I shall make a trip over to the Embassy. I am not one for withholding treatment from one of such importance as a member of the Ambassador’s staff.” Picking out certain gleaming tools, he set them into the medical bag, then closed it with a loud click. Just in behind him were the bodies of Loc and Narcissa – yet to be disposed of or harvested for parts.

“Oh and Igor…clean up this little mess if you would. Thank you.” He gave a little wave of the hand, before changing his coat and putting on a smart black hat.

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The Doctor picked up his bag and gestured for the gentleman from the Embassy to lead the way.

“After you, good Sir. I have a vehicle just outside the front entrance.”

As he passed a table, the Doctor picked up a small box with a slight of hand and put it into his coat pocket.

~RB~

(TC – Embassy – Doctor)

 

Time stops – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

iMoo

Narcissa was more or less lost on everything that had just taken place. She resorted to standing idly by, silent as everything was handled by the Doctor alone. More or less, anyway. Everyone had parted on their own without her having to see them out, or ensure that no detours were made. She would simply look after them each time they went, eyes following them curiously before they turned back to Wilhelm. The room was silent again without anyone left to make demands to the man. Narcissa, who had began to look dull, perked up enough that light seemed to flash back in her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. This was the face best worn for the others in Hell’s Kitchen. It didn’t last long though. The sound of the lift having been silenced in the distance, it was only when the frankensteinian girl began walking toward Wilhelm that he staggered and clutched a work bench. “Doctor?” Her smile faltered while she slowed midstep, reaching out as though to help steady him from where she stood. Everything…I did, I did for love. Narcissa didn’t know what the Doctor meant as he continued speaking, but the tone of his voice and his expression concerned even her. The girl’s usually smiling face was now sporting a frown. The tear that rolled down his cheek as he looked at her caused her to freeze further; this was not the Wilhelm she knew. But she understood he had deeper feelings than happiness, like everyone in Hell’s Kitchen. Narcissa would stare back at him as he stood before her and patted her shoulder. “Wilhelm…” The monster never said the Doctor’s name. Not ever. She did now, but without knowing what she wanted to say to him.

Not that it would matter in the end. She looked in the direction that he turned, and as he walked away to a control panel. From here the monster took a step toward him and stopped again, as though she was unsure what to do in their current situation. Narcissa was obviously confused to what situation was being brought up, but she had a gut feeling that it was bad. Was Wilhelm in the right state of mind? Had the deal he just made meant something bad for him? Something bad for Hell’s Kitchen? She had barely heard his whisper before the sirens started blaring around the pair, red lights flashing over the originally green lit room. There was no answer for that question, as she couldn’t begin to guess what his secret might have been. Even remembering the short moment from the previous night while he helped her pick out a mask, she could come up with nothing. Her mind wouldn’t delve that deep while she recognized that the Doctor was in low spirits now and saying weird things. “Doctor, I don’t…” Narcissa’s eyes dragged away from him, shooting toward the lift when she heard the hunchback scream for him. His continuous calling only frightened her before she looked back to see Wilhelm swaying on his stool. He would kill himself with blood loss… But why wasn’t she moving to remove the IV needle from his arm? “Doctor, please!” She clutched onto her white coat nervously, looking deeply concerned for him. It felt like her feet were stuck to the ground. She could always reach the lift and attempt to get out, but she didn’t know the code either. What did that mean for her? Narcissa looked to the insulators that were bubbling; the first one finally broke and something hideous fell out. One of the Doctor’s creations, no doubt. Was there any hope to control these things? For her? She tried to pay no mind to the way it roared at her, baring its terrible fangs. Normally, she wouldn’t be bothered by this sort of thing, but she was always in company of the good Doctor and the rest of the team. Now she was alone, and Wilhelm seemed crazed…at least compared to his normal personality and ideas. But the set up here was planned; this had been his way to bring his army to life, so he was thinking clearly. “Doctor!” she cried out, despite the heaps of goopy bodies falling to the ground around the tomb. Narcissa had to lunge forward to catch him before he hit the ground, sobbing. Her cries were dry, as her tear ducts didn’t work. “Don’t be dead! I like you alive!” She pulled the IV needle form his arm at long last, if the fall hadn’t done so for her, and she stood up to look at the standing undead, shoulders shaking as she clutched onto Wilhelm with the hope that he was only unconscious. Narcissa would begin to back away toward the lift, one hand reaching for her rod that she kept tucked in her coat pocket while she propped the Doctor against her shoulder.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – Cardis Tomb

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

The scene in Cardis tomb was now apocalyptic. Blasts of electrical energy, sparks pouring out of so many machines, the bright flashing of warning lamps that signaled the great danger that had been unleashed by the actions of the Doctor. One by one, the vast army was collapsing out from the insulated bubbles that had kept them suspended for near to ten years. It was the sight of nightmares, one of the scariest things imaginable. In the middle of all this, a terrified and confused Narcissa was struggling to save the doctor, who had collapsed due to sheer blood loss. The secret ingredient to the Doctor’s masterpiece….his own blood. Pale, and barely able to keep his eyelids from closing his figure was limp against the female monster. But while his body seemed to have all but given up on life, in his mind’s eye…..he could see….her.

The scene was all black and white. That same street where they last saw each other. The night that Wilhelm was to give her his ring. There was no cars, no other people. Just Missy standing on the other side of the road. God, she looked beautiful. Wilhelm looked down and saw he was wearing his usual lab gear however. Was this what death was like?

“Wilhelm!” She cried out, almost shocked to see him in this place. Was it the afterlife? It certainly wasn’t hell, but it wasn’t heaven either.

“Missy?” Wilhelm started to run across the road and Missy did the same, till they both reached the center and hugged each other. Missy was crying as she kept stroking Wilhelm’s head. The world was all but frozen, as though they were the only people left. Wilhelm hugged her as if his very life depended upon it. Missy put her hands to cup his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly, though now both were crying. It had been so long. For all the horrible things that the Doctor had done in trying to keep her alive, he had never again seen her spirit, till now.

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Breaking the kiss, they stared at each other. Lost in each other’s eyes and this very moment. “I’ve been with you all along, Wil. I saw what the Dark one did. He tricked you. Of all the ones you could never bring back, it was me.”

“Why….why couldn’t you come back to me?’ He blubbered, fighting to get the question out. The one that had plagued him for so long.

“Someone had to be your angel, Wil”

It was then that it all started to make sense. Doing a deal with a devil like Shamus brought only a cruel and sick joke in the form of what he thought was his beloved Missy. The Dark One wanted the Doctor all along. To be the creator of the army that would ruin the balance of Hell once and for all. Dangling the carrot that he could have his love back. Missy brought up Wilhem’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“But now….now we can be together.”

Wilhelm started to smile as his eyes shined with tears. it was what he wanted…what he wanted all along. Just to be with her.

Just then a hollow sounding voice rang out through the empty street.

“Doctor!”

Both the Doctor and Missy turned – their faces hit by a strong wind that was the world starting up again. Time had stopped, this was true…but on the other side, the female monster was in great danger.

“Don’t be dead! I like you alive!”

Her panicked screams were now growing louder, as the force of wind was turning into that same storm that fell the night that Missy died. It was like he was about to watch a repeat of history.

“NO!” The Doctor was torn from Missy’s hands and was now seated in the restaurant, the ring box in his hand. Missy was back on the other side of the street, about to cross the road. The look of horror on Wilhelm’s face was apparent, as the street filled again with cars and people. Wilhelm shot up out of his chair and smashed his fists against the glass window of the restaurant as Missy stepped out onto the road……

The tomb was now alive with the roars and sound of the undead army finally awakening. It was led by the first of the creatures to break out from its insulated bubble of goo. Wilhelm’s fingers twitched slightly, as he placed it into his pocket, only to pull out a key card that fit into the slot under the lift control panel. If Narcissa could get the card into the slot before the monsters attacked, it would activate the lift – which would open on the top floor to allow Loc and Igor to enter and come to their rescue.

 

~RB~

 

IMoo

With all the sparks and electricity being unleashed from the machines around the room, Narcissa jumped back toward the wall leading to the lift. Her body was highly conductive; metal everywhere, even on her lab coat. She frantically looked from the electricity to the Doctor in her arms. There was no choice to pull out her weapon while holding him as well; she merely backed toward the lift further while the undead continued to drop onto the floor one by one. Taking a moment to look at his face, the girl could at least see that his eyes weren’t completely closed. They seemed to be fluttering; it was a sign. Her calls were continued until she noticed his fingers twitching. She would give another dry sob, looking relieved and somehow still panicked. “Wilhelm, you’re alive!” she called, rejoicing. His hand was dipping into his pocket, pulling out a key card. Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly before she grabbed it from him quickly and held onto him tighter. Looking up in time for one of the undead to lunge toward her with a massive growling roar. She jumped back, using her enhanced movements to increase the distance until she was next to the lift. The key card was pushed into place. The lift wouldn’t be on her floor, sadly…due to the leaving of the prince and his allies… Now Narcissa would have to wait, holding the Doctor tightly while keeping an eye on the undead not far off from them. “IGOR! HURRY!” she screamed, ensuring they heard her above. The girl was shaking, despite everything she had done…and was doing…for the sake of the Doctor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

Up in the foyer, the lights were flickering on and off as the power systems were taking a beating. Down below the harrowing screams and vicious sound of the awakened army was the very thing of nightmares. Igor was still beating on the doors when all of a sudden with a loud whoosh they opened as though by magic. Igor fell forward and landed on the interior of the lift with a splat, and down through the elevator sharft you could hear Narcissa scream for him to hurry. The hunchback had to scramble to get to his feet and could see Loc just outside the lift, his hands pressed to his ears as he continued to scream in protest to the noise below.

“LOC!…LOC! Get your arse in here. They need us!”

The creation was like an over sized child. Terrified of what was happening and not paying the hunchback any attention. His eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets, and the screams he made grew louder. There was no time for this. Each second that they lost meant that the Doctor and Narcissa would not be able to make it out of Cardis Tomb alive. The hunchback having no idea what the Doctor had done, or if he or Narcissa were injured.

“LOC! THEY NEED US NOW!” Never before had the hunchback shown such courage under the circumstances. But thankfully, the words he just yelled struck a cord within the massive creature. Even though he himself was terrified, he ambled into the lift, and this was when Igor slammed his hand on the close button. The lift now rocketing down to the special tomb, where all hell had truly broken loose.

Down in the tomb itself, the leader of the undead army was roaring at Narcissa who was doing everything she possibly could to get out of the monster’s reach. The sparks of electricity in behind him were now raining down from above. The smell of burning flesh was stifling to the senses. Being held tightly by the female creation, the Doctor groaned and tried to mumble something, but it was incoherent due to the loud noises of all the creatures breaking free of their cocooned shells. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The injection of his blood was to be done under controlled conditions. The fact that he did what he did, by practically giving all his blood in one go was a death wish. The reaction by the many creatures was a shocking catalyst. With barely enough energy to open his eyes, the Doctor reached out with his right hand towards the leader of his army.

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!~

~Whooosh~ The doors to the lift tore open with Igor gasping at the sight before him. Never…had he seen anything like this before. All the bodies they had harvested for over ten years, all coming to life at once.

“OH GOD!” He screamed, as he then turned to see Narcissa with the Doctor just to the side of the lift entrance. “I got you!”The hunchback clamored out and tried to help Narcissa with the Doctor, to drag him into the lift, when the leader of the army made a swipe for the trio………except…..

“FATHER!!!!” Loc roared, as he threw himself into harms way. Loc’s fist connecting with the undead army leader’s jaw, knocking him back. It was enough to give Igor the chance to help Narcissa and the Doctor…..but at great cost.

“GO!” the creation screamed as the trio were about to be safely inside the lift. Igor couldn’t believe what Loc was doing.“GET IN, LOC!” But instead of getting in, Loc slammed his hand on the lift panel, so that the doors would shut and the three could get away.

The last thing they would see, would be Loc’s determined face….as the undead leader drove his fist right through Loc’s body, ripping out his stitched heart.

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~RB~

 

“Ever guessed my secret?” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

No one saw this coming…..

 

Zetta:  Beelzebub was staring Doctor Willhelm down without an answer, up until being caught away by the introduction of the cretin who had been idle in the background. The entire time he had been wondering on the meaning of it’s presence, all the while referring to what was most likely a man, to be an it. Only because of it’s apparent concern with the situation going on, but doing absolutely nothing but talk and react.. Until the moment he was clarified on a time in which he had to gain the heart of the prince of pride. He had a full week then? Personally, he could have worked with just three days, considering what he had been hearing happened to the Prince when he stood against Gabriel and her slave.. It was obvious that it was possible to befall the Dragon if one could only get close to him, and he had luckily just enlisted not one, but two individuals fully capable of taking to the skies. However he was not going to get gaudy in front of his suppliers, desire leaked out of Beelzebub, but confidence did not. That was for the other prince, his soon-to-be victim.. The Dark One was a foreign being to him, but he came out with stating the one who Beel assumed to be the master-mind behind everything was nothing but an extension of the thing itself. This wrought out a new-found respect for the presentation being given..

“So this is how the genius-inventor is safe, and knowledgeable in the nether-realm despite being a human..” The glutton prince narrowed his eyes as the other being approached, most likely a demon given his features. But he did not immediately assume so, it was very possible that this one was only a shape-shifter, pulling strings with his intellect. All that was beyond his concern, the man gave out tasks, getting Beelzebub his hand was a nice means of appealing to him for a start. When he continued on to get close to him in a whisper, the prince only listened close, where he had only just bullied a man for getting so close to him. Another showing of how Beelzebub acted when he was given things that he wanted, as well as how he treated those who had fed him so… Even standing idle when his nose was flicked, the wink given to him by the demonic being was awful, but endured because he was being fed juicy information. All about the arm, what it was for, he had been continuously told that it was powerful, but never given a hint as to how and why. So being told this was like food towards his hunger for conquest. “This arm isn’t just a replacement, but a chain. I will have to return here if I want to continue being rewarded..” He said to himself, in front of the dark one with a foregoing tone, quickly figuring out how this trade could be more taxing than he had originally thought. At any time he could back out of it, this was the type of look he had received from the doctor moments ago. The man himself had ceased to speak, this was slightly alarming, but ignored, while Gluttony received it’s feedings..

The army would be his in a matter of days, he could retrieve it by sending Eren as a recognizable extension of himself. With this in mind he contemplated replacing Najetta with that man, the fire-starter seemed much more willing to act for Beelzebub, though not nearly as concerning.. In which case there were no perfect replacements for that woman, but someone like Eren could easily be close to her versatility.. Enough, he wasn’t about to squander a second in waste, while he caught up in a matter of time. After all, he was sure he could win regardless, he wanted that reward like he wanted lust. A thought occurred to wage war on two fronts, but he decided against it, not wanting to spread himself thin.. These thoughts led him to glance at the being recently introduced, lacking a name for him. “So.. Dark one, gluttony returns to this laboratory, receives it’s new army. I bring you the heart, you give me more..” He stated, just to be assured, his tone of voice would tell the other being that the prince was almost possessed by the desire to receive whatever he had in store for him.. With no need for an actual vocal agreement, the two would part ways, Eren right behind Beelzebub most likely, the group would step onto the elevator. Gluttony would walk over the man he pushed with no regards, heading straight for the door, his right hand flexing all the while. It was good to be whole again…

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab 

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The room was now silent as those that had come to see the mysteries and wonder of the Cardis tomb had left for their own kingdoms once more. All that was left now was the Doctor….and Narcissa, who had tried to interject several times during the meeting, but was all but ignored. There was a reason for this of course, not one that was obvious – but in fact it was to prevent attention being drawn to her. The Doctor was not stupid. He knew that the Prince’s desire to devour may well include her and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping him from eating anything down there was a feat in itself, and of course the Dark one finally made himself known and his diabolical plans. Oh, everyone was happy. The Demon Prince thinking he got the deal of a lifetime, the Dark one thinking he had the Prince right where he wanted him, and of course the time piece – the sand filled hourglass had been turned over. Everyone was happy….except one.

The moment the doors to the lift closed and he heard the whirring of the gears to signal that the lift had taken its precious cargo back up to the foyer, the Doctor staggered and clutched at one of his work benches. it was like he had been holding in his true feelings and the terror he had felt the entire time that the deal was being brokered.

“Everything….I did, I did for love.” Wilhelm stared at an open space, but clearly he could see a mental image of her. The love of his life. A projection of her beauty. “But…when I save a life….someone always dies.” There was such sadness in his voice now. Like for the first time he was being rational – sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to face Narcissa, who could not possibly understand what he was saying….or what he meant. Pushing himself off the table, he walked toward Narcissa and patted her shoulder. “I’m….sorry.” His brow knitted as he just stood and stared at her, before turning his back.

He had much work to do. The army having being promised to the Prince of Gluttony and it would be a matter of days before Eren, possibly – came to collect. Walking up to the first row of body sacks, that illuminated the room with a fiendish green glow. the Doctor went to the control panel that controlled the undead creature’s life support unit. There were so many. A vast army. Ten years of work.

“Ever guessed my secret, child?’ He said with barely a whisper, as he took out an iv needle and prepped it up to the main machine that linked all of the undead to one simple unit. Sticking the needle into his artery, his own blood poured down the tube and into the processor, that turned around and around like a dialysis machine. Slowly he sank onto a small round stool as the blood was draining into the system, and being fed drop by drop into the machine. Across the entirety of the tomb each monster…each creature…each soldier was taking in the Doctor’s own blood. Red alarm lights started to swirl as the creatures started to beat against the sacks that contained them Massive blasts of warning blasts and repeated computer chatter was screaming through the intercoms.

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Up at the foyer, Loc and Igor had been fixing the door when the Prince and his entourage had left. Course, when the alarms were all being triggered at once, the hunchback spun around and screamed.

“DOCTOR!!!!”

He ran as fast as his legs carried him towards the lift door and helplessly punched in code after code…but it was no use…the doors refused to open.

“WILHELM!!….DOCTOR!!!….NARCISSA!!!”

Loc looked up in fright, to see the small man banging his fists on the key pad, and then the door to the lift. Loc could hear the sirens, and it was scaring him. He put his hands up to his ears, and started to scream in terror, which was a worse sound than the sirens themselves.

The Doctor swayed back and forth on the stool as the first of the goo filled insulator bubbles broke and the undead creature landed upon the floor of the tomb. It’s eyes were completely black and it turned to see the Doctor who was close to passing out from blood loss. It’s head swung around and it took in the sight of Narcissa and roared at her. Baring terrible fangs and large claws. It’s body joined together with crude stitches and its veins pumping with a strange coloured fluid. One after the other started bursting out their body sacks and landing on the floor, as in the back ground the Doctor fell off his chair onto the floor……

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~RB~

One Hell of an Offer – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

The Prince of Gluttony is given an offer that is very hard to refuse.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Co-written with Zetta, Moo, Artie, Frids and Aion.

 

Zetta:  The air was thick with atrocity, untold badness swarmed this place like locust. Blitz couldn’t put his finger on anyone’s scent right now, there was far too many others in the wind, even with the door busted open leading a gentle breeze consistently throughout the place there was no immediate change in what he was catching whiff of. Having already deduced a hint of death, there was too much to be normal, it was amazing to him that the others had not been hacking up. Since it had barely been a day since he last ate, at the ball, he was certainly capable of doing so, only through consideration for his surroundings that he managed to restrain himself. Eren seemed idle, oh well, the other man aligned with Gluttony would begin moving about on his own as usual. Despite this allied force, the likes of Blitz was boundless compared to mortals, not out of any desire to turn on authority, but because he was free completely. “I’m parkin’ it here, Boss. This place creeps me out..” He said simply, wanting to post himself up against the other side of the wall from Victoria, the woman appeared to take solace in current loneliness.

So without another word he would begin walking backwards until getting on the opposite side of doorway. Then, before creating any distance between Beelzebub and the Doctor, who had just approached the three of them, he heard the addressing of a title. Prince of Gluttony… Out of everything, those were the words the male deity hung onto. Prior to coming into Hell’s Kitchen, Blitz had taken steps into the place after the blonde assassin, he had a similar demeanor that she appeared to, generally uncaring. After hearing that last bit though, he acknowledged the prince he followed as someone who was not just strong and capable of forcing change, but one who others as well made note of. The doctor bowed then, just as the deformed man in his service had prior, this would be the first time Blitz felt proud to be aligned with someone. While close-range, he then took in as much information as he could about the doctors capabilities, while remaining unaware of exactly how science defined the doctor, he at least knew of any supernatural abilities under his possession. From there he turned towards Victoria, already knowing some of her arsenal he wanted to see why exactly the glutton prince had come to her directly, giving her ultimatums and clawing her from Anarchy Division, instead of just paying her for a temp-service as a body guard.

“How long have you and the prince exchanged like that?” He said inquisitively, but also nonchalant. When he came to assist Eren, Victoria was already at Beelzebub’s defense. Yet here she was actively avoiding a supportive role to the man, caked on top of their words to each other earlier he already suspected a serious bad-blood between them. This could easily be explained if she told him something like ‘long story’ though, speaking seemed to be a problem for her, so he was already not expecting much. Realistically though,he wanted to kill time without leaving the building and without stepping any further inside.
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His face twisted at Victoria’s response, referring to him as a bug which she intended to smash, she mentioned him being on a paper. “Whoa, whoa.. You almost upset me just then.” Spoken without even the slightest emotion, since he already had what he wanted in her being with him, there was no need to be angry regardless of what she said. To express this, he told her differently, with an evident tone of a liar, or someone who did not care, the order of things was all in his hands. If not, her words translated to him that to her, the prince was merely an inconvenience, in accordance to the words of praise he had just given to that of an insect. The beetle, her intended taunt became verbal proof of what he was saying, that while she apparently belittled him from the start, he had effortlessly severed her connection to Anarchy Division. Scoffing to show an attitude he moved ahead of her still..

Beelzebub was first welcomed by Igor, after first greeting the hunchbacked man, taking in formalities that were customary to only that of the Seven Princes. Even that of nobles paled in comparison to the gratitude necessary to show to one of them, the demonic glutton specifically had this treatment directly after his birth. It was odd when he was approached so casually by that man in the Town Square, but he decided then that if he was not preoccupied he would have gone to eat him. Therefore casting the disrespect off as a fluke. In this regard he chuckled lightly, until that of the Doctor appeared, showing up with a punctual welcoming that overshadowed his assistant’s presence completely. The Prince nodded at the address before watching the bow take place, the same time that he was relayed to by one of his new subordinates, Blitz. Beel’s hand was still in pocket, and so to ‘shoo’ off that advance he shrugged his shoulders. “Just don’t make it hard to find you.” Even with being told that the man would remain at the entrance/exit, people always had a way of doing their own thing, his words then was a reply to that. Just then, the Doctor would return to his standing straight position, his shoes clicked together still in what would seem to be a prepped stance..

“Huhuh-” A chuckle, but in his dark, deep, low-tone voice, even that came out altered to sound rather menacing in nature.. Now that the two main players were looking eye-to-eye it was time to get things moving again, first order of business, the Doctor caught on quick and already moved to lead the man down a corridor. They would be headed to the main office, thankfully without any apparent delay. “My eyes were bigger than my stomach.” A play on his represented sin, the prince had indeed bit off more than he could chew choosing to go head to head with Mammon with nothing but a fist. Overconfidence left him with a reminder of that battle, but with his friend dead, there was not even a means of getting payback. Though he would find himself tearing down Lydia, and her Kingdom, just to spit on what legacy that man left behind. Nothing personal, as Greed would be one of the last most likely, with it’s diminished army.. Beelzebub was just hungry for more.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was not a creature to sleep. Being up all night, she could only lay there and be a good monster for the Doctor. Otherwise, who would entertain her? She did it herself, often reading through books on anatomy or other cool things the Doctor did with the bodies they collected. How long before they would raise an army of people like Loc? Certainly not as special as she was with the powers she’d been granted. Her feet kicked silently and slowly as she laid there with a book in front of her, humming quietly. Nobody else was in the room; it was a time for her to be subtle. Until the door popped open. She swore she heard it, but when she looked back, it was closed again. The frankensteinian monster merely shrugged and continued her humming and reading. There was a muffled yell from the hall, grabbing her attention at long last and she sat herself up, peering back at the door. Narcissa knew it was early in the morning by now, so maybe the Doctor was finally awake. She stood to walk toward the door, opening it slowly to look out. To no avail. But she did hear Loc and Igor having their own fun in the Doctor’s chambers. Her eyebrows lifted as she listened, and finally giggled, grinning to herself before she slipped out of the room to make her way to the chambers. But oops, too slow. Narcissa looked around, continuing toward the front of the building as she slid the lab coat on over her body and buttoned it around the waist. “GOOD MORNING!” she nearly bellowed out to the rest of the building, grinning. From the noises and chatter coming from different directions, it was apparent that the Doctor was busy. Maybe the entire crew would have their work cut out for them.

 

Frid:  After instructing Loc to simply set the door aside he then motioned for the gigantic lout to head into the foyer. Seemingly excited to meet a new friend Loc set the heavy door off to the side before lumbering his way toward the two men. Once he had positioned himself accordingly Igor launched into a sing song like introduction. “Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Intrigued by the hunchback’s words Delsin took a step forward and eyed the creature briefly. Judging by the various body parts and stitching covering his entire body the rumors Delsin had heard about the Doctor were true. Not only could mend the wounded he could also bring them back from the dead too! As further confirmation to the bounty hunter’s suspicions a Voice rang out saying “I made him.”

The Doctor had just reached the end of the stairs tugging at his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges.“We have a bell, you know.”The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin and introducing himself. Glad to finally meet the eccentric Doctor the bounty hunter took his hand and shook it firmly. “Delsin Rowe, perhaps I’ll use the doorbell on the next visit.” he retorted casually before Loc interrupted with a low growling sound. Shortly after dark shadows began entering the doorway and then the foyer. Delsin quickly released the Doctor’s hand and looked to the entryway curious as to the cause of the disturbance.

Much to his dismay the bounty hunter saw none other than the Prince of Gluttony himself step into the room. In addition the Prince had also brought a few other travelers along with him. Of all the royal princes of hell Beel was probably the most self-righteous of the bunch and expected all to kneel to his greatness. Right on cue Igor and the Doctor smiled at the gelatinous prince and greeted him happily. Delsin on the other hand had decided to skip the formalities and simply lean up against a nearby wall. he then pulled out a small pack of cigarettes he’d stashed in the breast pocket of his jacket. With little care for anyone else in the room Delsin placed one of the slender white cylinders between his lips and promptly lit the other end with a few sparks from his fingers. With the cigarette now alight he took took few deep breaths allowing the noxious smoke to fill his lungs. Enjoying the taste he held his breath for a moment then released a cloud of thick black smoke as he exhaled. Once the Doctor had finished exchanging pleasantries with his new guests he motioned for the group to follow to the main office. Without a word Delsin peeled himself from the wall and headed for the office behind the others, all the while still puffing on his cigarette carelessly.

 

Aion:  

Eren had little to no care in the world at this point due to the many things he seemed to be involved in, and the thing he was involved in. It was rare for him to be so active but being this active is something that could be worthwhile due to him following a constant hunger in Beel, and a powerful fight in Blitz. Just being around two extremely strong people was enough to get his blood going and get him motivated to start something but at this point it was his place to be starting anything but to simply be the finisher in whatever Beel decided to do for himself. Eren had been following Blitz and the Prince along with the girl for sometime until they reached a structure. Never coming into this place before or knowing of its existence he simply ignored it until they were at the doors to it in which a question was asked of him from Blitz. “Nope I haven’t actually. I never even knew this place existed here, and I’m assuming you had no idea of this place either since you’re asking if I’ve ever been here.” Shaming his head he slid his hands into his pockets. The sights that he had saw when he actually did step into this place was beyond foul, the stench of blood and death was almost toxic but to him this was normal, the smell of death and the aroma of blood lingering was something he loved especially since it was a rarity for him to even act in such a way. Enjoying the smell so much he I baled deeply through his nostrils, inhaling so hard he sucker the air out of the room for a brief moment before exhaling with a small smile. He was about to say something to Beel when a man who creepiness was beyond a level he had never felt before, an uneasy feeling that made him ball his first but release it just as quick as Eren wasn’t here to fight but to await lord Beel’s arm to either be heal or recieve a new one all together. Releasing a soft sigh he was now leaning up against the wall with Blitz now, he glanced st Victoria but she seemed to have a stick up her ass for some reason or another but most likely due to what had occurred in the Town earlier. Chuckling go himself he closed his eyes for a moment to catch his thoughts on what was happening.

Following a gluttonous prince, following Blitz, a brute of a female who doesn’t speak any English, a doctor who is far beyond any level of creepiness he’s seem so far, and an unknown agenda that Beel has yet to reveal to anyone. Releasing a soft sigh he glanced up to see that Beel was following after the doctor now. Using the air waves in this place to hear the words Beel had been saying Eren relaxed at the door with Blitz and would stay idle here until the Prince would return with or without the doctor.

Finally feeling at ease after all this time his breathing was regulated now and seemed normal but that was until his heart nearly skipped a beat at the loud noise of someone in this place, not being able to pinpoint the exact position of this person was annoying but did they have to be so loud? Shaking his head slowly he tilted his head to Victoria as Blitz had asked her question, and then his head titled to Blitz. “Do you think she’s this angry because she doesn’t get none? I’ve heard that can happen, or do you think she’s mad because of something? Maybe frustrated about something internally?” He remembered the sly remark she gave him back in the town so he’d take the perfect opportunity to get under her skin in any way possible. She was female with way too much confidence in her own ability as if she couldn’t get overwhelmed by anyone here if they truly wanted, not focusing on her any longer he bag snapping his finger to create fire, and destroy the fire on his fingertips as a source of enjoyment until Beel came back from whatever he’s deciding to do. Smelling smoke Eren looked I the direction of the man who was smoking a cigarette and sighed, all that harmful smoke that nobody wants to inhale, Eren pointing his finger at the man fired off a bullet sized fireball at the cigarette in an attempt to get him to drop the thing or at least get somewhere that nobody has to smell that. It would just be better for everyone as well as the man to just put out his cigarette and move on with his day until they leave at least.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen

For such an early hour, business appeared brisk. First the arrival of the gentleman by the name of Delsin Rowe. The Doctor had not encountered this chap before, but he was well mannered enough, even buying into the Doctor’s sarcastic comment that he might consider using the doorbell when he next came to visit the Lab. Word must be spreading about the Doctor’s work, for Deslin to have come to meet with the Doctor personally – and that can be counted as a good thing. Any publicity being good publicity. The Doctor was about to ask the man as to the nature of his visit, when the Prince of Gluttony and his entourage entered the building. There are certain rules of behavior that are established throughout the many realms of Hell, and respect for the Princes – regardless of sin was paramount. One wrong word….one foolish gesture and your entire business could literally go up in flames. Wilhelm was sure to get back to attending to Deslin after he was sure to greet the Prince and his party with a dignified response. A throwback from his German heritage, he acted much like his grandfather would have when meeting a dignitary.

The Doctor’s eyes went from the Prince, to each in his party. A very large chap that could not hide the look of disapproval for what was either the decor, or possibly the smell. The lab was like a catacomb of various buildings and underground chambers that housed thousands of rotting corpses. Many were kept on ice, but…with the recent war in wrath, they still had many to catalog from before the Greed ball. The smell of death was not to everyone’s tastes, but the Doctor had grown accustom to it. A woman had followed along behind the gentlemen, but she was quite vocal in her sarcasm – though it had nothing to do with the lab nor its staff. That was more of a private matter, and was treated just as such. The final man to enter took an interest in the Prince’s dealing with the Doctor. Perhaps a loyal follower, but he showed little to no interest in the lab either. This was just another port of call, before they returned to their own realm. The gathering hovered about the entrance, the first male suggesting that he would wait there, probably so he wouldn’t be sickened by the horrid aroma. They were just damn lucky that Loc was no longer suffering from the effects of the garlic pizza. One blast from his anus and it was enough to melt your face off.

Much to the Doctor’s surprise however, Narcissa appeared – her voice booming out towards all assembled with her cheery greeting. The Doctor glanced upward and looked about for Shamus Gold, who thankfully had not reappeared. Seeing his Frankenstein female creation, he waved her down to meet with the new guests.

“Narcissa. Would you be so kind as to offer the Prince’s minions some refreshments. Oh…and get Deslin here an ashtray.” The smell of cigarette smoke having reached him. Amazing how the Doctor’s nose was quite sensitive to it. Igor happened to notice that the last guest to arrive had aimed a small fire ball like charge towards the cigarette that Deslin was holding. Would the man really consider such behavior in the Doctor’s foyer? What was worse was that Narcissa could get caught in the crossfire.

The Doctor knew that the Prince would hunger for something much more than the odd tray of finger food and chicken nuggets. Walking into his main office, the priority was to ensure his guests were all catered to – be it food, drink…or in the Prince’s case a new arm. He happened to make a throwaway comment that his eyes were bigger than his stomach. This must have had to do with how he came to lose his arm in the first place. The Doctor did not know the details, but he did know that he was the man that could do something about it.

Going into the main office, was like entering a strange specimen collection room, matched with a large desk, rows of book cases, and tanks that were filled with all manner of creatures. Life sized and suspended in special aminoic like fluid. The many creatures looked to be sleeping almost. It was clear that the Doctor had some very strange hobbies. If the Prince and Deslin happened to notice Narcissa, the Doctor would comment.

“Narcissa was….my first attempt at resurrection. Though she is a special case.” Wilhelm did not want to elaborate further on that, as it brought back so many haunting memories. If Deslin and the Prince entered the inner sanctum of the Doctor’s office, they would be offered a large leather chair each, as the Doctor prepared to help each in turn. The most obvious was of course the Prince, since he was visibly missing an arm. Leaning against his desk, he folded his arms, studying the damaged limb. Wilhelm thought for a moment as he considered the options that were available.

“My Lord Beelzebub, I imagine you wish to have something unique and more useful in place of the arm you have lost. Come to think of it, I may have something that would only add to your great power.” Unfolding his arms, he walked around his desk and then pulled open a drawer that held many cream coloured files. It was a good thing that he was so particular when it came to cataloging body parts, especially at a time like this. “I am quite capable of building a cybernetic replacement that doubles as an arm cannon…..HOWEVER…I was thinking of something more solid.”Wilhem gripped his right hand into a fist as he said the word ‘solid’, then pulled out a picture of exactly what he had in mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, after he had stared at the image on the paper.

“This…is known as the Right hand of doom.” The arm was reddish in colour and looked to be made from rock, with special markings on the sides. “Don’t ask me how I got it. Let’s just say, I have many associates on the black market willing to trade anything for a price.” the Doctor then passed the picture over to Beelzebub, waiting to see his reaction.“First and foremost is its durability, it is made of a rock-like substances which makes it very hard and impossible to injure. It’s also shown mystic properties, from the reports I have.” If this was a sales pitch, the Doctor was being a real pro. “From testing, it has unharnessed levels of power, that are yet to be discovered. Barely tapped the surface on that, my Lord.” With an arm like this…imagine what it could do to the balance of the Hell Princes. For what Beelzebub had lost, this would be a very rewarding replacement.

This was why the Doctor was so good at what he did. Research and constantly striving to learn as much as he could about the lore and availability of useful creatures and body parts for his experiments.

“The best part….it works even without its original host.” What more could you want?

As the Prince was left to ponder this interesting possible replacement, the Doctor shifted his attention over to Deslin. “I imagine you are not here to invest in spare parts.” Wilhelm had not noticed a deformity upon the man’s person. “If you are selling bodies, we do have a pick up service. We aim to please.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria gazed off into the distance, fuming quietly. Great. More people to see her shame of being associated with the bumbling giant. She spoke no words back to Blitz, nor Eren, already angered enough. As if she really needed this in her life. She was second in Command of the Anarchy Division. No prince owned her. No inferior being such as the troublemaking fire man could make her flinch. If he wanted to make dirty jokes and degrade her, fine. But she would not stoop to his level. The blonde assassin gazed aimlessly at the room’s contents, not quite registering what she was saying but gazing anyway… “Be back at castle.” Her words should have been mumbled, but instead were loud and steady. Proud. As if she couldn’t give any less of a fuck on his response – which, frankly, she couldn’t. In fact, she’d love very much to blow his brains out. “Use your little insects to find me. They are all you have.”

That comment also insulted Eren and Blitz, insinuating that they were no more than insects. How dare she talk to them in such a voice, you ask? Because, frankly, she could not muster a fuck to give. With those words Victoria would open the large doors of the Laboratory, walking out and not even bothering to close them behind her. She’d go to the Kingdom, but not willingly. And not soon, anyway. With his damned spies, Victoria felt she didn’t have a choice – and that was something that irritated her more than anything else ever could.

Zetta:  The room echoed with plague, with even the slightest turns of his head the Glutton Prince could identify the numerous horrors in the Laboratory section of Hell’s Kitchen. It seemed that no matter where his red oculars took him, he was constantly absorbing another sighting of terror. His walk was steady at first, but then became slightly awkward when he began twisting his body to face different directions, his legs following after. At this time, the only one still walking nearby was Eren, who had then immediately halted his own moving forward to allow Beelzebub to aimlessly look around at his surroundings. The one who was not so attentive, similar to the prince in that he did not particularly care for the others in the room except for the Doctor, was the man who visited this establishment before the ravenous demon himself. Delsin, the rumored bounty hunter, unintentionally came right into Beel’s pathway, the one he had personally been paying no mind to. Where normally, the two beings would collide, bringing them both apart in an initial forceful budge: Beelzebub was far bigger, and more immense in terms of mass and strength. Beel would bump into the bounty hunter, and push him aside. To which, the air itself parted itself from the quickness when he felt something collide with his large body, instantly pausing his every motion to confront this annoyance..

“Delsin, huh.” He said, with a light snarl. “Watch yourself, or i’ll eat you.” Without any knowledge of who or what the person was, he threatened to indulge himself with their entirety, this was mutually a warning as well, to make the man then acknowledge who it was beside him. Regardless of the response, Beelzebub would turn away with a rather regal look, and decide to walk forward, ignoring the presence thereafter to continue on his own whims. Unlike before however, he was now alert to the surrounding, having been inconvenienced with his own lack of concerns at the time. Following after Dr. Willhelm without missing a beat. Upon passing through the double-doors, being led by the Doctor himself, Beelzebub was opened up to many different ideas. All of which originated from what he was newly introduced to, entrapped within a building of glorious experiments, the man was almost panting like a dog with all that the other man before him had been so committed to. “You’ve really done well in presentation, Doc, I would like a facility just as productive as this in my Kingdom.” Spoken true, and at the same time Victoria had vocalized her parting, which was smart considering what Beel had told her prior to getting here. The doctor’s good impressions had blinded him completely to the blonde’s presence. So he said a bit on this impression, smiling now, to have unwarranted linings of corpses all in one place to test out he would definitely find some ways of genetic manipulation. That very thought consuming him more and more with each passing second. This would speak to Beelzebub’s character, his reaction to Delsin was how a ‘typical’ royal would act in such a circumstance with someone they did not know. His reaction to the Doctor was more of his concern, and so had deserved his appreciation so that he might be able to attain something he wanted..

As they first past into the room where the prince would be intrigued the most: They were welcomed in with an unexpected cheeriness from another assistant, this one female and not hardly a sight for sore eyes unlike the others he had previously been introduced to. Save for that tall man who had been fumbling with the door earlier, prior to the Prince’s arrival with his own group. Shortly after laying eyes on the nurse he had received a very similar introduction as when he first met Igor, just another creation at first, until the being adopted their own personality over time. This one already seemed to be bursting with energy. His eyes lit up upon catching wind of an animated corpse before him. “You resurrected her?!.. Was it with magic, or science?” His kind had only just begun to find themselves breaching the threshold that humans had already dived into that was technology. Although barely understood, he did know that workings of mechanics had done some amazing things in foreign lands, one such was with the Doctor’s experiments. An answer wasn’t needed immediately, because it was then that Beelzebub was introduced to yet another fascination when Willhelm spoke, first of cybernetics, something beyond what he personally knew of, and then when the other man bawled his fist. The word ‘solid’ made the prince antsy, it became apparent that the Doctor had something special in mind, as he should with a highly frequent and paying customer. “The Hand of Doom?” As it was probably originally called, since it could be potentially be modified to fit onto either hand, had rubbed the glutton prince in all of the right ways. Every word spoken of the item was to his greatest desire, the Doctor knew all of the right words, the thing was sold before he had even finished, but the other man did well to explain it’s qualities so that the consumer ate it all up.

As usual of Beel though.. This called for some thinking about, the Doctor mentioned it’s usefulness without it’s original host, a pondering concept to be looked into while taking a seat on the lounge chair prepared for him. A more thoughtful consumer would have needed an explanation on what that entailed, and knowledge of whatever mystics enchanted the item itself, as far as truer capabilities and limits. However, for the glutton, all he needed to know was that it could replace his missing hand, and that with it he would be at a greater advantage. He was already given his cake with that knowledge, and all of it’s selling points was that cake being fed slowly to him. Ideal for the plans he was setting into motion. With paper in-hand on it’s schematics, the prince became so excited that he leaped from his chair, moments after having it setup for him. It was slightly crumbled in his hand, obviously from the unrestrained excitement. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” Like a kid in a candy store. But his voice was still filled with base, deep with masculinity as an example of the man from whence it came. Beelzebub would have shoved the hand onto the bone of his forearm with no hesitation if he could have, most likely the reason why it was not put before him yet. When his seller had taken to cater to the other guest, it left the prince jittery since he had already come to his decision, not instantly though.. Where had that wonderful opportunity gone, and why!?
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Blitz had already taken to crossing his legs, his head was up watching the Prince of Gluttony move off with Eren, and the other man he had not come to know just yet. Instead of approaching that one for his identity though, the man himself was taking to a conversation with Victoria, the intelligent kinetic was a misty haze of questions. All of which were towards her being here, allied with Gluttony. He took no part in their engagement after all. It would be a challenge to get her to open up, he knew, because her aura of fury, even while hiding these feelings from her facial expression. Every mannerism and word she gave up was one of disrespect or disdain of some kind, most would take this as an individual who is simply bitter but there was very likely a heavy brand of honest loyalty invoked here. Eren had decided to stay behind momentarily, shooting a comment as the blonde lady for being inactive, coincidentally the demigod had only recently come from living in that frame of reference. He and Astarte shared a long time in relations with one another, it was why her disappearing act had him so alert at first. Out of trust, these thoughts had been disbanded almost entirely, but now he was faced with them again after the revival of a topic. With a simple sigh, he reminded himself of the words he thought up then, and was right back on track with the verbal exchange between Eren, Victoria, and Blitz himself..

Or at least what it would have been if the woman was not so taken aback by the words spoken, she removed herself entirely from the conversation. Before she stayed back at the entrance to distance herself from Beelzebub, now she had lifted herself off of the wall and left the building itself. Saying only to Beel that she would be at the castle. It seemed unlikely that she would accomplish anything, but even more frustration if strapped to her lonesome. Getting in the castle wouldn’t be an easy task either considering she did not seem especially powerful, if she marched to the gates in a huff then she would be subject to attack. “I’ll make sure sure she doesn’t do anything stupid..” He muttered as he rose himself from the wall as well.. Similar to how he was attacked by Sloth in attendance at Greed, things just happened when it came to the seven Kingdoms in Hell, this being the prominent reason for his own joining up with Gluttony, having a name that held weight backing his every motive. With this thought he put to fingers to his forehead in a quick solute to Eren as he would take off after the woman. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, guess we’ll be meeting at the castle man.” He said, a wide grin overwhelming most of the bottom-half of his face. Blitz took off with rapid-flight, with two guards gone, this left Eren to be the only one still at Beelzebub’s side. The black-phoenix’ presence was needed though while their prince had only a single hand in his defense, his mind daunted over to the possibility of Eren earning a higher rank than he, when the time came for the prince to actually assign jobs to his new officers. He decided to be uncaring about it, so long as he got to fight without leisure. Right now he would be right after Victoria.

Moo:  Narcissa cheerfully made her way toward the Doctor as she was waved over. Glancing around at the guests curiously, she grinned again and waved as a simple means to greet everyone simultaneously. Her head turned as Wilhelm addressed her, nodding. “Sure, Doctor.” The girl hummed a tune while she turned to let herself out, hearing his statement as the door closed behind her. A shrug of her shoulders. Narcissa was his first creation, yes. But she was still impressive. Despite her seemingly overly-bright personality and simple-mindedness, she was still capable of a few feats anyone had yet to see. Or, anyone but the Doctor himself, at least.

Grabbing an ashtray for the man named Deslin was easy enough. Narcissa’s eyes wandered about the room when she rejoined it, ashtray in one hand, glass in another. Conversation was still going on–something about a Hand of Doom. The frankensteinian monster made a long, low whistle at the sound of the name. It was an impressive thing the Doctor had in store. For him to offer it to Gluttony meant some good business in the future, if he was in fact able to throw the sales pitch successfully. She looked up at the towering prince; taller than even herself, standing at six feet. A slight shrug of her shoulders and she walked over to Deslin with a smile. “Here ya go.” She offered the tray, lifting her hand with it flat in her palm…just in time for a small bullet-size flame to whizz right above it toward the man’s cigarette. Without actually shrieking, Narcissa was quick to jump back with widened eyes and a rather loud gasp. Hopefully the flame hadn’t caught Deslin or any flammables behind him. Narcissa turned to glare at whoever the culprit was. Yes–glare. Fire brought out some of the worst in her, after all.

 

My Monster Girl – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the party to end all parties winding down, it is time for the crew of Hell’s kitchen to go off to bed.  But on a stormy night, not everyone is having sweet dreams.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was appreciative of Loc’s helpful and loving nature towards her, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was becoming rather handsy with her. Caring about such a thing didn’t really compute with her for whatever reason. Perhaps that had something to do with her revival? Whatever the reason was she really didn’t seem to care. “Good job Igor! You even survived the nuke!” She shouted and gave him a bit of a booby wiggle, though he’d probably just ignore it. It was then that the Doctor proclaimed that he would be going to sleep. “Nighty night Doc!” She shouted out to him and wiggled about until she flopped over and into a seat, where she’d likely pass out if left undisturbed. There was a lot of booze missing from her collection due to this night, but she had enjoyed it and would remember it as such. Enjoyable.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gave the hunchback a good pat for his hard work as the nurse commended him. “Mhm! Great work!” the monstrosity agreed. She decided to copy Roxanne’s actions, wiggling her boobies as well. It felt kinda funny, making her giggle a bit. Though her dress didn’t exactly show a lot of cleavage. Oh well! The cringing Igor was left alone at long last as the Doctor made his exit, bidding them a good night. “Sleep tight, Doctor! Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Narcissa giggled to herself before humming and dancing herself away into another room in order to get rid of her dress. It was nice and all, but she really needed a breather. So being back in her favorite lab coat, she went to lay herself down.“Phew, what a day~” The monster was rather energized still, so it was troublesome to keep still. She would turn over constantly and twitch her muscles, fidgeting here and there. It was normal though, as Narcissa didn’t need sleep.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still a little green looking after surviving the blast from Loc’s backside. He kept sticking out his tongue as though trying to rid the taste off it. Yes, Loc was more than just a force of brute strength. One would be wise not to be up wind of him after a night of curry and garlic pizza, that was for sure. Loc, was in another world entirely. Still drooling over the wondrous booby movements coming from the glorious Roxanne. Oh, how he loved that little nursey. But with the Doctor having retired for the evening, and the party now winding down, it was time for the crew to go find their cots and sleep. It was Igor that was left with the task of putting Loc to bed. Roxanne looked like she had had one drink too many, and after flopping onto the nearest couch, she was looking like she was heavily sedated…not just relaxed.

Tugging on Loc’s sleeve, Igor motioned with a jerk of his head, that they should head out of the party room and find Loc a cot.

“Come on, Loc. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes, sleep. Not the long kind that you never wake up from. The usual…..five..six hours.” At least that is what Igor normally had. Narcissa had already left the room after giving the hunchback a good whack for his efforts in winning the game of Twister. Though if you asked him, he won be default. Passing out on all the dots, really didn’t constitute a win in his books, but it was the first time he’d won anything, so….he wasn’t about to complain.

Taking one of the torches off the wall, igor bowed before the nearly sleeping Roxanne, before ambling out of the party room, leading Loc behind him. They had a room that was for the male servants, though the cots there might be a bit small. Might have to push a few together.

It was as Loc was being led down the hall that the first signs of an oncoming storm were both seen and heard. A great rumble, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the clouds. It was loud enough to give Loc a scare. Who knew that the creation was scared of thunder and lightning.

“Baaaaadddd.” Loc cried as he tried to shield his eyes.

Igor stopped and looked back in surprise. “You should have seen battles that were worse than that, Loc.” Was this creation really scared of a little bit of thunder.

~RUMBLE RUMBLE….BOOM!~

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Yes…yes he was.

The Doctor was sitting up in his bed, night cap on his head and glasses on his nose as he was reading a romance novel, when the door to his room suddenly burst open. There was Loc….wearing a night shirt and quivering like a leaf. In behind him was a very flustered Igor, who was holding a candle.

“Master….Loc wet the bed.”

It wasn’t really wet…it was saturated. The pong had driven them out of their room.

Wilhelm reached up to take off his glasses and set down his book. This was most unusual. Another crack of lightning appeared at the window followed by a large and powerful boom.

“Loc…scared!!!!”

Igor took a side ways step, just in case the creation let off another one of his fatal farts.

“Master, I already changed his night shirt once. Know anything that can calm him down.”

This was a real pickle. The Doctor strummed his chin for a moment, then he patted the mattress.

“When I’m scared, I usually think of my favorite things.”

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Loc ran …..or should I say, galloped over to the bed and jumped on it with such force, that the whole room shook. It was a miracle that the bed didn’t break. The Doctor looked up at the trembling giant of a creation and patted his arm.

“If you sing about your favorite things…..you won’t hear the storm anymore.”

Igor thought the Doctor had lost his marbles.

-glancing at the readers- “When the hell did this role play turn into a musical?” He shook his head, before following Loc’s lead and set down his candle on the bedside table to the other side of the Doctor, before taking up a comfy space on the bed.

The Doctor coughed and then started to warm up his voice…“Me me me me me…doe..rae me far..so…la…te…DOE.”

~Blood drops on roses….and fleas on little kittens. Warm bags of vomit, and leaches that wiggle. Zombies without heads and losing their limbs….these are a few of my favorite things……~

~RB~

 

Razorbackwriter:  A night unlike any other. Where the strange rendition of “My favorite things” was a sing song between Loc, the Doctor and a very sleepy Igor. All ended up in the same bed, and the last one to finally fall asleep was the Doctor himself. Staring out the window at what was now a peaceful night in Hell. The storm had passed and only the light pitter patter of falling water droplets could be heard on the window ledge. The Doctor glanced at both his sleeping companions. Did he ever think for a moment that they would all end up in his bed? Course not. it was just how the night ended and the creation was soothed into a peaceful slumber.

The morning started with the sound of the Doctor’s alarm clock buzzing. Five am. The usual time that the Doctor liked to be up and out of bed. With a heavy workload ahead of him, he carefully eased back the covers and crept out of bed, so as not to wake Igor and Loc, who were now curled up together. The cotton ball on the end of Igor’s night cap floating in and out of Loc’s gaping maw every time the creation snored. It was almost too priceless an image not to want to take a snap shot. Black mail material….ha. The Doctor made his way to the bathroom, and he started off with a good hot shower, before shaving and preparing himself for the day ahead.

No doubt Roxanne and Narcissa would still be sleeping – Roxanne most likely in a drunken state, and would need to sleep off the night’s booze. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and went to rub his hand over the condensation coated mirror, when he was shocked to see the face of a man standing in behind him.

“Must have been some party…Eh ehehehehehe.”

The Doctor shrieked when he suddenly recognized the voice and the face of the man behind him.

“YOU!”

“Yes…it’s me. Miss me, Doctor? I don’t see your sweet lovey in your bed. You never did tell me what you did with her. After all, I did just as you asked.” Oh yes, the Dark one had made good his end of the deal, however he forgot to mention that with all magic, it comes at a price. One that the Doctor never counted on. The Dark one popped his head into the Doctor’s bed chambers and let out a squeal like laugh.

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“You’ve gone gay! And a threesome? Tsk tsk.”

It was hardly the truth at all. The Doctor was quick to put on his trousers and march out of the bathroom, shushing the demon who was pointing at Loc and giggling.

“You disgust me, now out in the hall, I don’t want to wake them.” The Doctor opened the door and the dark creature made a swirling gesture with his hand, and cocked his head to and fro, before skipping out the door. Pulling a shirt off its hanger, the Doctor followed the demon out into the hall.

The Dark one turned on his heel the moment that the door was closed. “You still haven’t told me what you did with her. Come on….where is she?”

The Doctor’s head slowly turned towards what was the door to Narcissa’s room. His facial expression a dead giveaway. The demon pointed a gnarled finger towards the door and crept, ever quietly towards the door and then with his hand placed upon it, he gently eased it open and poked his head inside. Sure enough on the bed within, lay the Frankenstein like monster girl, whose body parts were taken from the love of the Doctor’s former life.

Whispering with a wicked grin.

“She’s not as I remember, but that is her.” He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes gleamed. “You butchered her. Who is the devil now?”

The Doctor was quick to get across the hall and shut the door to Narcissa’s room hopefully not waking her from her slumber. Turning to face the demon, who was clearly enjoying the Doctor’s distress he gasped as he saw the look of insanity coming back to the Doctor’s face.

“Yes…YES….Let it out, Doctor!”

The Doctor reached out and gripped the demon’s coat lapel with shaking hands and practically lifted him up off the ground, ready to launch him across the room. The very veins on his neck were standing out – purple and red. Eyes like fire as his chin trembled. “YOU BROUGHT BACK A MONSTER!”

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The Dark one stared at the Doctor in triumph. “No, you created one. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

 

~RB~

Simply Sensational – SS.

The Doctor was able to gather himself together in time to take the Hell’s Kitchen Crew off to the Greed Ball.  All looking Simply Sensational in their dapper attire.

Scene Setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to actually be able to pick and choose things so well, and yet here he was happily searching for something for her to wear. The poor creature really did seem to be completely infatuated with her, though it’s concept of true love was likely warped. It was kind of sad, but in a way he was like a giant deadly murderous puppy, which just added to the extremely fucked-up-yet-cute thing he had going on. Nevertheless, she already appreciated the big goof, and enjoyed watching him so happily help her. Once he had finally decided on a dress, he brought it over to her with a giant smile planted on his face, for obvious reasons. The dress was certainly interesting and shiny, while the pink feather boa was…well…a pink feather boa. The outfit was something straight out of a movie, where a beautiful lady wanted to steal looks from every pair of eyes possible. She wasn’t really interested in that type of thing, but she would accept the dress and boa happily. “Thank you Loc!” With the dress and boa in hand, she walked into a separate room and changed into it rather quickly. Now wearing the dress and boa, she stepped back into the room and did a couple little spins to show it off. “Well, how do I look?” The only thing that didn’t make sense about her outfit was her head/face-wrap, but such a thing was necessary for the nurse. She had actually grown to like it, and considered it as more of an accessory over time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Suddenly the door to the fitting room burst open, and there stood the doctor wearing a glorious suit that was like nothing that he had worn before. Black with a silver vest, black cumber-bun, black tie, shiny shoes and a small row of medals that jangled and clinked as he waltzed into the room. His face was obscured by a mask that was like that of a bird. It had a long beak that stretched out and could easily take an eye out if someone got too close. He bore a smile that looked genuine. Flashing brilliant white teeth and sporting a monocle, he was the epitome of style. There was no obvious signs of the sadness he had just been experiencing for he had pushed those memories right into the darkest corners of his subconscious. The doctor did a light shoe shuffle, before twirling a cane. He was like Fred Astaire; dashing and debonair. As Roxanne begged the question on how she looked, the Doctor let out a boisterous “Sensational…simply sensational.” It was as though someone had already popped the Doctor’s cork.

“Right my lovelies….and Loc, let us away to a night of wonder and..new customers!”

The Doctor opened the door only to see a very sad looking Igor, who was missing out on all the fun. The Doctor wiggled his finger at him to show that there would be no sad faces. “Don’t worry Igor, we will give you a blow by blow account of the night’s events, plus I might see if I can rustle up a doggy bag from the buffet!”

Offering Narcissa his arm, the Doctor would escort his Frankenstein bride like creation to the demonic roadster with Loc and Roxanne bringing up the rear. They were quite the foursome, and no doubt all eyes would be on Loc at the Ball. It was all part of the Doctor’s plans to have him exposed in a social setting.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been somewhat quiet, mostly humming to herself while she put dresses back in place during the time the nurse took to dress herself. It wasn’t until she came out with the pink boa and sparkling dress that the monster turned her head and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her mouth popped open and she gave a squeal for her friend. “You’re like a movie star! Like a princess! Like a diva!” It was mostly her blabbering in the background while the Doctor gave his own appraisal. In which her blabbering turned into an admiration for him as well. She hopped excitedly, somehow, and clapped her hands together, having decided to wait beside Loc. His gloomy face didn’t rain on her parade a bit while the ditzy monster smiled genuinely, tilting her head while she hummed another tune. With the Doctor offering his arm, she took it without hesitation and stepped at his side. She looked proud to be there, happy, and care free. Wilhelm also seemed to be more chipper than he was previously, and it helped to bring her spirits up on the way to the roadster.

 

 

A Yummy Mummy – SS.

Back at Hell’s Kitchen, the Doctor gives his creation a test.

Scene setting : Demonstration room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne was glad that the creature took a liking to her, even if it was only because of her glorious boobies. Narcissa seemed to be just as enthusiastic as she was, but Igor and The Doctor were a different case. The fact that the creature turned into a docile behemoth at the sight of a pair of breasts wasn’t what they had hoped for. “I’m sorry Doctor, I hope it’s not my fault…or my boobs fault rather.” It probably had nothing to do with anything she did, and rather just something to do with the brain inside the creature. Regardless of the reason behind this kind of behavior, it would still possibly carry some kind of negative effect.

Moo:  Narcissa moved closer to the monster casually, then spun to stand beside Roxanne. “Well they are almost falling out of your dress,” she commented with a wide grin. Of course she hadn’t meant any offense by the comment; Narcissa rarely thought before she spoke. “Mine stay hidden in the lab coat!” She turned Roxanne by the shoulders and began to tug at the opening in the dress, pulling them together. The struggle was rather visible, as the nurse’s breasts knocked together and the dress was still a good inch from meeting itself. “We have to get a better dress!” Narcissa exclaimed with wide eyes. She let go of the dress and watched Roxanne’s breasts bounce back in place, jiggling before settling. Another noise of satisfaction came from the monster before the female held up a finger with an idea. “Gauze! You can be like me!”
Shuffling to a nearby desk where she kept her own supply of the stuff, she sifted through it and brought some back. With Roxanne’s big boobies covered, maybe the monster would return its focus. Narcissa held up the gauze and lifted her brows with a grin. “Yes?”

Razorbackwriter:  Narcissa was definitely the only one that could come up with a wise solution with how to cover up Roxanne’s breasts to stop the slobbering giant of a creation. The good Doctor grinned as he watched Narcissa approach Roxanne with the gauze which would do the trick, but also earn Roxanne a new nickname. Igor kept a close lazy eye on the creation who was transfixed by the bodacious Roxanne. If it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious matter, all would be laughing at the situation before them.

“Wrap her up tighter than King Tut!” Wilhelm ordered, as he turned to face his creation – who had drool running down his chin. “You! You and I need to talk.”

The creation slowly turned his head and leered down at the good Doctor, who was rubbing his chin and staring back up at the super soldier. How could he turn this fascination with the female breast to his advantage in combat? Needless to say, it was a real pickle. Special optical lenses? A hypnotic programme while he slept. to tell him he didn’t fancy bosoms.

“Rrrrrrrrr.” The creature snarled at the Doctor, while the sound of Roxanne being mummified went on in the background. The Doctor had heard of taping down bosoms before….but this was ridiculous. Igor was starting to doubt that it was just the boobs that had the creature so fixated. “What if its not just her boobs, Master?”

This had the Doctor wondering. He then turned to ask Roxanne a huge favor. “Roxanne? I want you to lead the creature out to the demonstration room and see if you can get him to attack one of our test subjects.” What they had in the demonstration room was an orc that they often used as fighting partners for various experiments. He was about 6 foot and a mean bastard. If Roxanne could order the creature to fight and not have it continue to stare at her breasts….they may be on to something.

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne blinked rapidly in confusion as she looked between all her friends. Just what was going on with this creation? She looked down at her full chest as Narcissa tried to pull her outfit closer together. There was simply no defying the luscious melons reality defying proportions, at least by ordinary means. Soon enough, Narcissa gave up on trying to fix her outfit and ran off. What the girl was up to she didn’t know, but she had a feeling she was gonna find out soon enough. Eventually Narcissa returned with a ton of gauze, which she promptly began wrapping her in. She couldn’t help but giggle as she was slowly mummified to an extent. Once her chest was wrapped up and no longer exposed, she looked over at the Doctor and tilted her head at his request. There was no refusing him, not that she ever would to begin with. “Right away Doctor!” She had done some work with the demonstration room before, so she was rather familiar with the procedure. The only real reason it was risky this time was because this creature was…unusual. Regardless, she skipped over to the creature and placed both her hands onto one of his. She quickly tugged him along with her into the previously mentioned room, and then stood between the creature and the Orc.“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?” She pointed at the Orc, which she mouthed ‘sorry’ towards, before turning her attention back to the creature. Was it going to obey her ‘command’?

Moo:  Narcissa merrily circled around Roxanne several, several times at the prompting of the Good Doctor. “Aye-aye, Doc!” she nearly sang out before she giggled. Appreciation for her idea was not neglected, for she delightfully hummed in her movements. The gauze would cover every bit of the nurse’s oddly large breasts. “You’re starting to look like me!” she commented while taping the last bit together. The frankenteinian monster took a step back and clapped and swiped her hands together, as if ridding them of dust before planting them on her hips. She stood there with the biggest grin covering the lower half of her face, it was almost as ridiculous as Roxanne’s boobs. Rather proud of her work, she nodded her head in delight; one simple, swift motion as her eyes gleamed. With the request from Wilhelm, Narcissa was no longer needed. Yet she was happy to stand by and watch as the nurse pulled the giant monstrosity into the next room. However, she would gladly situate herself in front of the door of said room, awaiting with genuine excitement and curiosity to see what the the doctor’s glorious creation would do next.

Razorbackwriter:  The demonstration room was more like a small arena, or bull fighting pit. It allowed the Doctor and his paying guests to see his work in action or in this case allow Narcissa, Igor and Roxanne to witness the colossal giant live up to the expectations of all. The fact that the creature had taken a shine to Roxanne had been unexpected, and hopefully if the Doctor’s thoughts on the matter were accurate, this demonstration may prove fruitful….or deadly for the hapless orc. Wilhelm offered his hand to Narcissa to lead her up to the viewing platform, with Igor to close the iron grate that would keep the orc from escaping. Roxanne was fantastic, leading the giant into the stone pit and then giving the order…in a nice way.

“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?”

The creation smiled at her in a goofy way, before slowly turning his head towards his opponent. The green orc took one look at the giant and his jaw dropped open. The giant, who wanted to do EXACTLY what Roxanne asked, raised both fists and then pummeled his chest like a silver back gorilla, before roaring loudly at the orc. What happened next…well, it was comical to say the least. The orc dropped his battle axe and started to run in the opposite direction as the giant took off – each foot fall causing an earth quake like shuddering to the arena. Around….and around the pair went, with the orc even running up to the iron gate that Igor had shut and pulling on it helplessly. Of course, the giant was right behind him and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him away from the gate. A startled looking Igor chewed his lip as the pounding began. The giant smashed his fist into the orc’s head over and over till blood was seeping out of his nose…and his ears. Teeth were flying in all directions as the orc screamed for mercy. But just when you thought the giant had done enough damage, he then ripped the orc’s head clear off his shoulders. Blood spewed from the gaping hole in the orc’s neck as the giant held it aloft and roared loudly in triumph.

The Doctor was flabbergasted. Igor was stunned to silence.

Finally, the Doctor spoke. “I’d say that was a good test result.” He started to chuckle as the Giant offered the head of the orc to Roxanne like it was a bunch of flowers.

“Mmmmmmm!” He murred.

~RB~

Roxanne’s jiggling jellies – SS

 

 

Scene setting:  Hell’s Kitchen laboratory.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne and the other employee’s of Hell’s Kitchen eventually arrived back at their work place, having just returned from the House of Red Velvet. She would be the first to walk into the building, hopping along the entire way. There was no telling what would be their first order of business, but she would happily do whatever was given as an order.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was still plenty giddy after the eventful night the group had, despite having been calmed slightly by the sight of that woman on the rack. Would that be a frequent event in the club? She hopped out the car after the ignition was cut off, humming happily to herself while she pranced after the ever lovely Roxanne. “I wonder how he’s doing!” she thought aloud, referring to their latest creation. Would he be intelligent like she was? Would he be strong? Fast? Would he like food?! She twirled as she neared the door, taking it from Roxanne before walking inside. Oh, she would finally be able to take off the dress too!

 

Razorbackwriter:  The lab team had returned from the House of Red Velvet, some with full bellies and good humor, others slightly scarred by what they had witnessed on leaving the club. The Doctor was not all that fussed with the hedonistic and showman like antics of the Warlock, but that was his affair and Wilhelm didn’t feel like watching a girl tortured just for the sake of it. Taking off his good coat, and hanging it on a hook on the door, he rubbed his hands together and went to go and get dressed once again in his favorite white lab coat. Hell’s kitchen was his home, and work place. Everything he worked for and created was right here. Including Roxanne, Narcissa….and now his newest creation. The super solider. Waltzing past the trio as they all assembled back inside the lab, Wilhelm summoned Igor to his side and whispered.

“If…the creation is incredibly violent….get the sedative ready.”

“Of course….Master.” The humpback saluted, before limping off to go and get the needle. This needle was a big one, since the solider was akin to a giant, and would need a lot of the drug if he went out of control. Motioning for Roxanne and Narcissa to assist once they had changed out of their finery, the trio would then go into the chop shop, where a low growling noise was coming.

Sure enough, on the center slab was the gruesome looking soldier, who was wiggling his fingers under the restraints. Wilhelm eased up alongside the creature and stroked his forehead. “Are you ready for some testing?” He asked of the creature, who growled fiercely. Oh yes…he was ready. But was the Doctor.

Looking to his nurse and Narcissa, the Doctor issued the first orders.

“Narcissa, you remove the straps and locks.” He then looked at Roxanne and said. “Raise the table to help the creature stand up right. On my mark. 5…4…3..2..1!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been fiddling around with some medical instruments while her friends made their way into the building. She was just keeping things organized, as it made everything far simpler. She had already changed back into her normal outfit, which was fresh and clean as opposed to how it was earlier. Her attention would quickly turn towards the Doctor as she took notice of him motioning her over. It seemed it was time to test their creation. She eagerly stepped up to the slab that it lay on, leaning over it so it could see her wave at it happily. Probably wouldn’t make any difference, but she didn’t put thought into that. Upon receiving her orders and hearing the countdown end, she raised the table so that the creature could stand. This was actually a dangerous situation for her, considering she was the closest one to the beast. Thankfully, she wasn’t some helpless little thing.

 

Moo:  Narcissa hadn’t wasted any time in freeing herself of that tight dress. She ripped it off without a second thought, humming as she tossed it at a bin on her way back into the room they’d dressed in earlier. Because she’d kept her gauze and bandages, she was perfectly fine waltzing around as is. Though she wouldn’t be completely comfortable without that lab coat! She picked it up from the chair she’d set it on earlier that evening and tugged it on, humming as she waltzed out the room again to meet with the rest of the team.
The female monster was welcomed in the room with glances her way. She skipped her merry little butt over to the table with the super soldier on it and gave a wave, smiling widely down at his grumbling face as she listened to the Doctor’s commands. “Yes’sir!” she said enthusiastically with a salute toward him. At his count down, she readied her fingers over the first two buckles, reaching her busty chest over the monster. His grumbles were muffled while she half-settled. 1! Her hands ripped away at the buckles and she quickly moved to his feet to undo those as well, giving a small squeal of excitement. The rest was up to Roxanne!

Razorbackwriter:  Ever faithful, Roxanne had returned to wearing her usual work uniform. This one being crisp and clean compared to the one she had on earlier which showed blood stains and smears from working on the brain with the good Doctor. Now she was ready to help with the second faze. Testing. She did as ordered, raising the table up, while the monster Narcissa was practically bubbling over with excitement over the fact that the newest creation was roaring to life. Narcissa was so enthusiastic with her replies, that the Doctor couldn’t help but pause a moment and smile at her. And they say good help is hard to find. You just MAKE the help. With Narcissa having ripped away the buckles, and Roxanne bringing the table to be completely upright, the creature took that first step forward. His large boot slamming down on the stone floor.

“Walk!” The Doctor cried – holding his hands out like a father to his new son. The creature snarled in anger and frustration, as the signals were being sent from his brain down his spine to the various muscles in his legs. The passing seconds had everyone on the edge of their seats, not to mention Igor, who had seen creatures attack instead of doing what they were told.

~POUND!….POUND!….POUND!~

The creation took three steps, each perfectly placed. Igor’s eyes widened like saucers as the creature towered over the Doctor. Was he going to swing at the Doctor? Would he attack his Master….his father?

No, instead he turned his head towards Roxanne and oogled at her breasts.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t sure how the creature would initially react to being let free, which was quite normal actually. It wasn’t really something you could effectively predict. There was always a chance that things could go horribly wrong and violent. For that reason alone it was necessary to be at least a bit prepared. When the creature finally began to move, she was rather excited, but also worried. The creature had gotten somewhat close to The Doctor, and could very well start an attack at any moment. She was about ready to get the things attention, until of course it turned and looked down at her. At first she just stared back in confusion, but then she noticed it wasn’t looking at her face at all. It’s eyes were locked onto her chest and nothing else. The thing even made a sound of satisfaction! Well, at least it wasn’t attacking. She leaned forward just a bit and shook her upper body back and forth, getting a good jiggle going. “I think it likes me!” For whatever reason, boobs seemed to be something this creature liked.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been happily bouncing back and forth from foot to foot, both hands under her chin while she grinned like a fool. “You’re a genius, Doctor!” she praised loudly before giggling, throwing her hands up and out in a cheering manner. The table having been lifted into position, the monster sure was taking his time to make his way to the good Doctor. While a bit of nervousness seemed present in the room, very little would come from Narcissa herself, as she had a means of defense for Wilhelm, and Igor had the neutralizing stuff!
Oh, but the monster hadn’t acted the way any of them hoped for, or at least even considered. With a turn and stare, he seemed to take to Roxanne. Or rather, her plump and bodacious boobies. Narcissa laughed as the monster let out a sound of satisfaction, holding her sides as her head hung forward. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Razorbackwriter:  “Well this was unexpected.” That was the first thing that the Doctor could think of to say. He was half expecting the creation to attack him in a frenzy of violence – hence having the sedative wielding Igor at the ready. What did happen, left both men shocked, whilst the girls….they thought it was something else.

“I think it likes me!” ~jiggle jiggle jiggle~ Roxanne exclaimed, making quite a performance in jiggling her bodacious tah tahs with some enthusiasm. This…made the creation lick his lips and make a loud “MMMMMMMM” sound. Narcissa was now laughing with glee and exclaiming in agreeance. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Igor on the other hand, knew EXACTLY what the creation likes. “He likes her boobs. Fancy that. Not exactly going to be helpful in a battle situation. What if he is up against female orcs….or blood elves?” The hunchback asked, as he put the sedative needle down on the nearest tray. He shot a look at the Doctor, who was tapping his lip with a worried expression.“Which army did you pull this fellow from again?’ The doctor asked, now wondering if they had harvested the right type of warrior after all. Igor went to check the uniform and came back with Wrath. Both men looked at the uniform, then at the lumbering giant who was dripping saliva on the floor as he stared at Roxanne’s jiggling jellies with relish.

“Isn’t…Wrath run by a woman now?” Igor asked, scratching his chin and wondering why the soldier was acting so odd. The Doctor nodded slowly, and then leaned over to his assistant and whispered. “I hear men lose their minds when they see her tits. She has more suitors than any other monarch. Hmmm. This is troubling.”

The Doctor was now concerned that if this creature acted so dopey over a pair of ripe breasts, that maybe all the others would as well. This could spell disaster for his operation. He needed to come up with a solution…..and fast.

 

~RB~