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by Macisikan » Mon May 14, 2018 12:14 am
by New Dornalia » Mon May 14, 2018 11:05 am
Sunset wrote:New Dornalia...
"A most thoughtful gesture," Stephen nodded in reply, taking first the suit and then the drink before taking a sip of the second and handing it back to the bearer. "Most thoughtful, though I assure you," he gave Detective Kournikova a wink, "A fine specimen of manhood such as myself has no issues of modesty. One must let the buyer inspect the merchandise..."
The man who held the drink nearly spilled it but recovered enough to choke down his bile before turning away and coughing. Behind him Ambrose began to dress, pulling on first underwear then socks, trousers, and then tucking the provided shirt into his waistband before cinching down the leather belt around his bony waist. The jacket followed and for a good minute he fussed with the provided bow tie, his fingers moving through complex and unnatural gyrations until he tore it from his throat and tucked it into a pocket before unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, an action which instantly cut ten years off his apparent age, "Drat that Miss Nineteen - one of her duties you see. But that is a story we shall return to shortly!"
Patting his chest, he reached into the inner pocket of the jacket and drew out a comb to pass it through his tangle of hair, "Ah, Zhang's - always the small details! And let us see;" Returning the tines to their place, he drew out a razor and, stepping up to the vehicle, began to rapidly dispose of his stubble using the mirrored window and again cutting a half-dozen years off his age.
"Perfect, perfect," he tossed the edge to one of the men, who passed it to the nearest garbage receptacle where it was then retrieved by a superstitious gloved hand, "Now, let us be on our way! My good man," he put out his hand for the drink and took a sip, waiting while the door was opened, "Detective? After you, of course," he offered with a slight bow.
As soon as she was seated, he slid in after her, putting one arm across the seat behind her while holding the glass up so that not the slightest drop would not grace his throat. The vehicle began to move and as it sped towards their unknown destination he graced his fellow travelers with nattering conversation about whatever they might pass; At least until the moment when a familiar colorful sign came into view alongside the road.
"Ah! Stop here, if you would," he asked, leaning forward to tap the driver on the shoulder and point in the direction of the approaching building. "Normally I wouldn't indulge in such commodity refreshment but my former captors were rather reluctant to meet my needs and I must admit to feeling a bit peckish. Ah, yes - thank you, a number four, extra tomato, no onion, gluten free bun," he recited, demonstrating the lie of his previous statement.
As things often were, there were several cars ahead of them in the Happy-Happy Drive-Through and this gave him further opportunity to entertain his hosts with prattle, "As I was saying earlier - Miss Nineteen. An excellent laboratory assistant and a damn fine looking woman - though I'll admit I designed her myself - at least until the moment she turned on me. That's where it all went wrong, you see... Ah;" The driver handed the meals to the side with the man up front turning to pass over a bag in the shape of the Great Deceiver, "Excellent. Normally I wouldn't indulge - an unspecified heart condition brought on by a hasty encounter with a fire ax - but it has been quite a long last few hundred thousand years."
A napkin was tucked into his collar and another spread across his lap and the rest of the trip went by silently except for the obnoxious rattling shluuurp of the driver sucking at the bottom of his shake. By the time they reached the precinct the last of his fries were disappearing between ancient lips - though he had offered some to Svetlana as a matter of course - and he wiped his hands thoroughly though this forced the driver to wait, simmering in the summer heat. Again he reached into the inside pocket and a pair of designer sunglasses appeared and he flipped them open to set them astride his nose, "No - you can't beat Zhang's. Not for service, ever!"
The normal course of action would have been to escort the Doctor to one of the interrogation rooms adjacent to the cell block but Stephen, as always, had other plans in mind. As soon as the four entered the elevator he pressed the cancel button and then the top-most number, turning to lean his body against the panel with a wink to Detective Kournikova, "The height of rudeness, I assure you."
This put the two in the position of having to go through an old man of seemingly pleasant disposition and thus it was only a moment later when the doors opened to deposit them on the upper-most floor. Steering them through the hallways as if by guided missile, they found themselves on the internal side of a pair of double-doors that he brushed open to reveal a small rooftop garden.
"Perfect," he declared, throwing his arms wide and turning around to bow deeply, "Once again the taxpayer dollar at work. A fine place for a story, wouldn't you agree? Summon your scribes, unless they prefer to remain ensconced in their little cubicle watching that dratted camera - and ask them to fetch me another drink on the way. I'm sure your Captain has some fine examples of the distiller's arts tucked away for a special occasion..."
Turning, he tossed off a cheeky salute in the direction of the security camera dangling off the side of the building before finding a seat in the shade, the windows of the Captain's office at his back and one knee crossed over the other. He had unbuttoned his jacket and now rested with his empty glass in one hand as if a replacement was not only expected but the natural consequence of its empty state and a hand tucked under one strap of his suspenders.
"Now, as I'm sure you've all be waiting for, I should properly introduce myself. Doctor Stephen Ambrose, President of Ambrose Industries, noted genius, wealthy inventor, the creator of SEXYE, and numerous other accomplishments both greater and lesser. My ego," he smiled, nodding towards the three individuals who had just come out onto the patio under a full head of glower and steam, "Knows few bounds. But our story and your questions start some time previously, if I don't miss my mark."
A tumbler of harsh brown liquor replaced the first and he nodded his thanks to the bearer, "Now, some details I will skip for the purposes of brevity but rest assured they do not involve us. To spin the yarn correctly; This is a story of betrayal, escape, capture, and slavery... A million years in the past!"
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Sunset wrote:Senkaku...
Disregarding that cutting open a container that may well contain a living, breathing being both of unknown construction and with a tool that may well incinerate both the interior and the inhabitant would be considered criminal - nay, murderously negligent - among nearly any other civilization except the most callous or irreverent, the contents of the first capsule were thankfully intact. The first indication was when the end of the capsule came off and a gush of purple liquid surged out to splatter both cutters in viscous gel. It wasn't harmful and in fact it felt as though it was barely there - at least until their arms fell asleep. That would be several minutes forward of the present moment, however.
First it was the blonde woman's turn to look inside and laying on what was now the floor of the capsule was a little person. Or at least it looked like a little person until it - he - sat up and clapped a thick hand to his head, opened his eyes, and screamed, "You! No - No way. We Are Not Doing This Again."
Every word was capitalized and plainly audible; There was no chance for either mis-translation or misunderstanding. Positively leaping to his feet, he gave her both a good chance to pick out the details and for him to nearly poke her in the nose with the finger of accusation, "Did you not hear me?"
To keep the description short, he looked very much like someone had crossed a Hobbit with Leptoceratops Gracilis - right down to the pushed-in beak that resembled a chin and a natty vest over a long-sleeved shirt. Unharmed was not entirely correct; There were signs of a good shiner developing around his right eye and there was a speck of purple-green blood in the corner of his beak. Neither of which stopped him from continuing his verbal assault on the woman.
"And you," he pointed to Anders, "How can you just stand there? You're an agent of the law, for Sepilurn's Sake - arrest her, before this whole thing just..."
He sat down with a huff, nearly bouncing on his rotund bottom, "You know what? Fine. FINE! If you don't want to listen to me, if you want to... What is it you say? Something like 'Those who do not study the past are doomed to repeat it?' Well, fine. F. I. N. E. Fine. She," he crossed his arms and nodded towards the woman, "Is your problem. Not mine."
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