because this isn't creepy at all

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[This Vexen is currently occupied in his lab, which he has finally organized and stocked to his own meticulous specifications. It is very clean, white, and sterile at the moment, and the only thing of note is the wall of shelves on one side, where many jars are organized, each with a floating Heart inside, each giving off a shine. Unfortunately, not all of the Hearts are that healthy pinkish color... some are purple, some are greenish, and a few are nearly black and barely floating at all.]

... Specimen H-023: Failure. Specimen H-024: Acceptable. Specimen H-025... hmmm...

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[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[It's mostly curiousity that's brought Isa around. That and he figures he may as well see what there is to see in this place. Hope you don't mind a kid who looks to be about fifteen hanging around, Vexen.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[does not like dealing with children and so he turns towards you]

May I be of assistance to you?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[At least he's not getting into Vexen's things?]

I'm just looking.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[quite]

I see. This happens to be my laboratory, and I would thank you not to interfere with anything.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I wasn't going to.

[He knows very well when to not interfere. Thank his parents for that one.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Very well. Though I assume there are other places here that would be more interesting to a child.

[ignoring you and turning back to his wall o' Hearts]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[speaking of those Hearts...?]

What are those?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

My current experiment.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

They don't look very interesting.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not to you. But I have ever found the Heart to be endlessly fascinating.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

It doesn't do much, though.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

That is where you are wrong, child.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I'm not a child.

[or at least, he doesn't think of himself as one]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

You are to me.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

So?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

There is no 'so'. Only the reality that the way you perceive yourself is usually not the way others perceive you.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

...Fine.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[obviously this conversation is done, and he ignores you again because it looks like one of the black Hearts in a jar is pulsing erratically]

Ah... Specimen H-008... entering distress after... 8.37 hours.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Waaaaaatching. Mostly because he doesn't have anything better to do.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[the black Heart starts slamming itself against the walls of its jar before finally exploding into a dark goo at the bottom of the jar]

... destruction in 4.5 minutes after distress. Hmm. It lasted quite longer than expected.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[That is deeply disturbing.]

What was it made of?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[you have no idea, but he is not bothered]

That, child, is a Heart. Or rather, it was before its destruction.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

That's not a heart. I've seen them.

[By which he mostly means the actual physical organ and not whatever that was inside the jar.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

I do not mean the physical organ, child. I mean the metaphysical Heart.

[waves a hand towards the other jars with Hearts]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I have a name, you know.