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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 10, 2011 11:24:21 GMT -5
He stood in the corner of the office, waiting patiently and quietly in the shadows for his 'partner' to arrive, waiting to make his report.
It rankled him, this greedy human's insistence on making him a servant; but then, he took great pleasure in knowing that it rankled the human that the redheaded demon believed himself the man's superior.
THey'd worked out a deal; they would be somewhat equal in their plannings, but on each other's home turf, they would bow to the other out of courtesy.
The redheaded demon knew how politics went; he was content to play the part of servant for now.
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 10, 2011 12:22:21 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the the Scientist to arrive, he was staring down at some papers as he walked with stringy black hair hanging from where it had come loose from the ponytail at the back of his head. He briefly raised his head as he noticed a figure in the shadows and gave a laugh that could be called "demented". "And to what do I owe the pleasure, hmmmm?" He asked with a smile that practically reeked of self importance before moving towards his desk and set the papers down upon the polished surface.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 10, 2011 12:30:40 GMT -5
Far more than any other human he'd ever met, this man both intrigued and irritated him.
"Doctor," he said respectfully, giving a short, courteous bow before stepping from the shadows. "You asked me to report my findings on your most recent..." How to put it? He paused, searching, for the best words. "....creation," he finished, smiling cruelly.
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 11, 2011 20:11:00 GMT -5
The Scientist had been ordering the papers upon his desk but went still as the Red Haired Man spoke. He raised he head and looked at the man over his shoulder, a sadistic and intrigued smile on his face. "Did it work as we hoped?" He asked with an almost manic gleam in his eye.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 11, 2011 21:30:00 GMT -5
He rose from the bow, his own expression matching that of his human 'colleague'.
"Perfectly," he spoke in a tone that was near a hiss. "And... we have found one of our Targets, as well."
He took his sadistic pleasures where he could; making the Scientist wait for his information, revealing it all in his own slow, calculated, dramatic way, was one of those. They were seldom at times; but this... this could make it all very much worth the wait.
Torturing the wayward Axel.... he had to resist licking his lips in pleasure. Yes, once he got his hands on the boy, every moment which he had spent in the company of this wretched human would all be well spent.
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 13, 2011 12:54:53 GMT -5
"Splendid!" The Scientist exclaimed as he made his way over to a computer and began typing in what information he could. "Where was he? Was there any sign of our other runaway?" He asked, looking over at his partner over the rim of his rounded glasses. It was easy to tell that this progress had the Scientist excited. While his partner had something he wanted, the Scientist wanted something of his own. Something that he was determined to have returned to him, even if it meant consorting with demons. Not that it was anything new of course.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 13, 2011 12:58:56 GMT -5
He shrugged. "No; I only saw the wayward Axel. There was no sign of your little mentalist. No matter; we'll find them both soon enough."
He was a patient man; all good things to those who wait.
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 13, 2011 13:14:26 GMT -5
He nodded in acknowledgement, his demented and self satisfied grin reverting into a scowl as he typed the last of the information in. "Yes, he can't hide forever." He agreed before going to file the papers away. Since Axel was not in their possession, he could only assume that the demon they'd summoned had been destroyed. "Did he manage to glean anything from the demon?" He asked, hoping that such a thing wouldn't put a wrench into their plans.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 13, 2011 13:33:39 GMT -5
He laughed. "My demon told him nothing; but he was always an intelligent boy. He guessed that I had sent the demon, but I am sure he knows nothing of our plans."
He tapped the hilt of his sword thoughtfully.
"I wonder... Other calls to Other. I wonder if we might not indeed find your missing plaything if we searched for my missing Halfer." He pondered for a moment.
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 13, 2011 13:44:48 GMT -5
The Scientist looked up from his filing at his partner's words, smiling deviously. "Yes, that may just work." He said with a maniacal chuckle, hoping that they would indeed be able to use it to their advantage. He quickly finished filing and closed the metal drawer before leaving the room, intending to lead his partner to his main work space.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 13, 2011 16:54:56 GMT -5
Dutifully, he followed the human, being sure to stay one step behind him at all times. It was a respectful distance, but conceded nothing; the walk of one deferring to another's expertise, but not to the other himself.
Demonic politics was an intricate art, a dance with specific steps that all must know.
The redheaded demon, Lord Ifrit, was a master of this dance.
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 13, 2011 18:00:09 GMT -5
They stepped into a room of a variety of machines, many things that would be expected of a lab where human experimentation took place. But the predominant piece in the room was a large metal table in the centre of the room, an adolescent strapped to its surface. The Scientist stepped close to the table and spoke in a falsely sweet voice. "And how is my favourite Otherborn today?" He didn't bother to wait for an answer before turning to Ifrit. "First and foremost, we must have them both located. Then we can draw them out and capture them. Simple enough in hindsight but there will undoubtedly be complications." He rambled as he drew on a pair of latex gloves.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 13, 2011 19:29:43 GMT -5
His thoughtful expression became a sadistic smile.
"Of course. But, my good doctor, aren't there always 'complications' with any surgery?" he asked, staying politely out of the way.
One never did disturb a man in the midst of his work.... and oh, he did enjoy watching the doctor work.
Perhaps he might let this man have the first turn with Axel as a thank-you. He knew the doctor had always wanted to have a Halfer to study, and he did produce the most satisfying screams of agony from his victims.
That would teach Axel his place in the world, wouldn't it?
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Post by The Mad Scientist on Oct 13, 2011 19:38:26 GMT -5
The Scientist gave another demented chuckle, reaching for a syringe full of green fluid on a nearby tray. "Yes, yes, of course there are. Preparing for eventualities is always a wise course." He said as he flicked the body of the syringe to remove the air bubbles before injecting it into the arm of his subject, the boy producing a pain filled scream. The fluid no doubt causing a burning sensation. "What sort of allies might Axel find?" He said as he placed the syringe on its tray. He wanted to prepare in case Axel did indeed manage to surround himself with 'Friends' in order to make it harder for them to get to the Halfer.
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Post by Lord Ifrit on Oct 13, 2011 20:02:38 GMT -5
He smiled. "He seems to be drawn to his own kind; it is likely that, with Urbadelphia's current situation, he has found at least a group of Otherborn to call 'friend'." He spat the word like it was a curse. "I have seen some of his allies fighting; they are strong, but not so much so that the right adversary would not slay them all. Of course, I would never order it to kill - no, no, as I have said before. Those that we capture are your rewards."
He thought for a moment.
"Axel has bonded with at least three others - a blonde woman who seems to have some form of healing ability, and reeks of the same tainted halfling blood that he carries himself; a black-haired boy with a sword, not the one you're looking for, though; and a blonde girl who seemed to have no abilities save the power to enhance the strengths of others. A motley crew," he sneered, finishing.
He had no use for weaklings and mongrels.
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