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kingdomdressing2009-11-17 12:01 am
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They call me Dr. Worm. Good morning. How are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
[Thin, worn out and clearly having been on the wrong side of a fight; burnt, bruised and bleeding in some places suggest at least Vexen(AKA:Mr Hyde) had a good time, leaving Even to deal with whatever consequences. He's been reluctant to attempt using potions so far since he'd rather not find out the hard way if it reacted badly with the chemical cocktail in his blood. It needed more testing... and some stronger cages for those mice wouldn't go amiss either.
For now, Even would have simply liked to pass out for a century or two- instead his room has been redecorated with numerous and exceedinglyfabulousgarish suits. Standing outside the room, between this and his injuries, he's quite sure he doesn't want to know.
Mr Palm, we believe you've been previously introduced to Mr Face, correct?]
You don't want to know, you don't want to know, you don't want to know...
For now, Even would have simply liked to pass out for a century or two- instead his room has been redecorated with numerous and exceedingly
Mr Palm, we believe you've been previously introduced to Mr Face, correct?]
You don't want to know, you don't want to know, you don't want to know...

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I don't believe so.
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You seem confused, or were you not awake the whole time?
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[He's going to try not to imagine in the slightest just what the hell Hyde was up to and go with the just in case.]
I suppose I should apologise.
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It's hardly something to apologize about. After all, I gave my fair share of assaults.
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...never mind.
[/just a lot relieved; and wondering a little more about the suits Hyde 'adopted']
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[he's just going to lean against the wall now because, well shit, this standing business is getting really tiring]
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You know, he seemed much more tamed after our little quarrel.
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['scuse him while he gets out a bar of something to munch on from his pockets, his metabolicfuckery hasn't settled yet.]
He has a tendency to falsify complacency.
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He seemed doubtful himself, unless he enjoys toying with that as well -- does he?
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I am, by the nature of his existence, limited to exclusively second hand reports.
Some reports compare him to an animal or young child, others suggest sociopathy and imply everything he says is a plan of sorts.
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As it stands, neither could exist without the other.
...Would you mind terribly if we were to head inside? I'm unsure how much longer I'll be able to stay standing.
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So, she enters first. ]
A bit weak due to the wounds inflicted?
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Partially, the transformation itself is extremely draining and the additional energy requirements only add to it.
[going to devour another two of those bars]
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[ Oh yes, she noticed his eating habits. She raised a few clothes off the chair, and onto the floor. A comfy seat. ]
What have you been working on, if not something to end him?
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[read as: he got too tired to cook or prepare anything more.]
Of current, our existances rely on the chemicals that induce the change to him. The original changes naturally with minimal wear on the host; because of what it does wear on, the company wants it fixed.
While my version renews things in the host, it causes significantly more strain. If I can't be rid of him entirely, I would like to lose the dependance and reduce the side effects.
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I will miss his prowess, but perhaps his company will suffice when you find the correct formula.
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This is why there are non-human trials.
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When is your next dose?
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[brb, pocket rumage. Getting about another 6 or 7 of those bars out and one of those metal tubes before digging out a key. Presumably a spare since he tossed it to her.]
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Excellent.
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When he gets to the tube, he twists it and presses a button, pulling out a far smaller inner glass tube from the metal one to check the almost luminescent fluoro-green contents.]
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What are the ingredients to make your counterpart, I wonder.
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[however he's not going to stop you if you pick up one of the pen-like auto-injectors]
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We all have our secrets. There's no harm in keeping them.