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Tweak says, "Get back in that fiery water!"

Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-12-08 22:50:00

Entry tags:

baba yaga, henry mccoy, stand still

Blood and Potions (Baba)
Hank slowly extracted the tiny tube from the analyzer, biting his lip as he gazed at the blueish liquid. It seemed like the solution, or at least, the computer told him it seemed like the solution. It was moments like this that Hank wished mice could be granted the X Gene just so he could double check his results before performing random experiments on himself.

Of course, giving mice mutations with unknown powers associated might not be the best idea, and super powered rodents aside animal testing wasn't something Hank entirely enjoyed. Probably because they were innocent critters with adorable ears, and their squeaking could be quite amusing, and it wasn't a good idea to think fondly of creatures you mutated, gave experimental medicine, then killed and dissected.

Still, Hank trusted his own research and the computer's readouts. And so, in his hand, he quite possibly had the solution to his life's main focus. His breathing hitched slightly and he hesitated, eyes wandering from the precious vial to the needle drawer sitting at the ready. Did he do it now? Why shouldn't he? Yet at the same time, was it something he wanted to rush?

He walked over to his cot and sat, looking at the container. He was about to start working for a superhero group, and there was no true guarentee that the solution would act immediately. Perhaps it would be a few days, an adjustment period, and he still had much to do before he left the hospital. Only half of his lab was packed, and he still had to dismantle the machines he'd built here.

But then, once he was the doctor responsible for the care of crime fighters, was that really a better time to be out of commission? The young man sighed and fell onto his back, holding the vial up to the light, head swimming. Too many variables, too many unknown factors, and under it all the drive to just go ahead and cure himself in an instant, like he'd been dreaming of doing since he was a child.

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i_cast
2011-12-09 07:04 am UTC (link)

The crone rarely visited this particular building. She rarely needed the services it offered; that was one of the upsides of being a Fable. Of course, she knew that she could get hurt; she knew many things could happen to her. She knew that it was very possible given the right circumstances, she could die. But, the crone had a reason for being here at the Hospital. She had a vial of blood, two or more in fact to collect.

Baba wore her most becoming and most "innocent" sundress. The City being what it was, and she being who she was, she rarely worried about snow or cold, save for the time the City decided to play with snow. The sandals were bits of leather and board. She was nature's child; she even smelled like the elements - even if she was very clean.

It didn't take much coaxing to finally find the young doctor she wanted. He had something she had decided she'd need. So, upon finally reaching the lab, the crone smiled. Just a little bit of magic to give her desires a better chance, something to weaken the inhibitions, to heighten lust, and perhaps make the strange boy more malleable. With that in place, she knocked.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-09 09:37 am UTC (link)

The knock made Hank start slightly, and he turned. People rarely knocked here, most strode in because they thought they owned the place, or called him and kept their contact that way.

Getting up quicky he hurried to the fridge, putting his precious vial marked 'X Cure' in it's holder inside and then going over to the door, opening it slowly.

He'd been working a while, so was somewhat mussed in his appearance. His shirt hadn't been changed in a few days and whiskers were starting to poke out of his chin and jawline. Not that he got much hair anyway, he'd still never grown any true sort of beard. He certainly wasn't ready for Red to be there, looking as beautiful as ever.

"Oh! Miss Red," He said, surprised. He opened the door, wondering for just a moment before he remembered the unusual boy who'd come to see him. "I... right! Your sample. Of course. Ah, come in, come in." He opened the door and moved back to give her plenty of room to enter, gritting his teeth slightly. Had he expected company he would have at least pushed the cot back out of sight. "You ah, sent me a young visitor, I assume this unexpected delight is in regards to that?"

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i_cast
2011-12-09 09:14 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, Henry, have you been looking after yourself again? Or are you trying for the more unkempt look so many take in this day and age?" The crone's small hand lifted to rub at the scruff on his jaw. Just a small little hint that she could tell. As she walked in, she looked around at all the science, the technical. It was just the modern man's renaming of the mystical.

"I'm no exactly here about my sample, as you call it. Although I do appreciate you taking it without my contacting you. I apologize for not doing so before hand." She turned to face him, and her skirt fluttered a little with it. "I had hoped you'd keep it for me until I needed it. Actually I hoped you'd be willing to take a few more...samples. I'm conducting an..experiment, and the blood will be quite handy. I knew you'd understand about blood and experimentation."

She walked back to him to stand close yet not touching. She looked up at him with a little smile on her lips. "You're such a boon. I'll have to find some way to thank you for doing all this for me. I'm not sure I could even find a way to say how much it means to me." Her hand lifted to brush over his chest. It was cruel perhaps, but she needed to make sure he'd do as she wanted.

"I heard that you've already collected blood. I saw the charts. Who were they? Or is that something you're not allowed to share?" She had a bit of a pout in her voice and on her lips, as if his answer might be disappointing even before he gave it.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-10 05:58 am UTC (link)

Hank's cheeks were red for a good amount of time. Red was so.... commanding. And very powerful in her sexuality. Part of him recognized what she was doing, but overwhelmingly most of him struggled because she was very good at what she was doing.

"I... ah..." he paused, trying to smoothe his shirt. "Actually I was just about to move so I've been too busy lately to retrieve a new shirt."

Her questions about the blood made him uneasy. Of course, his first instinct was to point out that it was confidential, that the blood he'd collected had been for his own purposes, but then he didn't need it anymore, and if he were in the loop..."

He hesitated and walked over to his files, closing them. It was a matter of privacy and a chance to clear his head, getting away from the seductive woman for a moment to make sure his thinking was more or less clear.

"The blood was given to me freely for experimentation, but I'm afraid I cannot simply pass it along, even if I don't need it anymore," he said, rubbing his head and then looking over at her. "However if you're willing to share with me what you intend to study about the blood.... I'm sure it's something that may fall within the parameters of the agreed upon usage."

He vaguely remembered her being resistent to giving him her own blood, and so wondered what she could possibly be wanting from the others. "The boy's blood is yours, of course, he was all too willing the slice himself open and give as much as needed. For the others... ethics demand I know what you'd use them for before I consent to you taking them, even if my own experiments are finished."

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i_cast
2011-12-10 07:36 am UTC (link)

The crone's brow lifted as he seemed to get a little flustered, and she didn't bother hiding the smile as he stepped away. Her eyes followed him closely: so that was one place he didn't want her to look? She looked up into his eyes, hers wide and almost innocent.

"I believe there's a link between the City and those who dwell here. Not just those who were born here, but those who are brought here. I want to test it." She started closing the gape between them, a soft smile on her lips. "I know you'd love to know how I can test this, but I don't believe I could really explain. It gets into magic, and you're so very scientific. You'd want to quantify something that is more qualified. It is something I feel."

She was soon standing very close to him. Just within arm's reach. Her hands were at her side. There was no way this small woman could ever hurt a growing boy like him. Why he would probably grow to be a large beast of a man if he ever let himself. She licked her lip and bit it as if in thought.

"Perhaps you could break it down, compare, but I'd prefer to do this my way. I do wonder, have you noticed any similarities in blood of those who have volunteered theirs? Of those who aren't the City's children that is." Get him talking about his own experiments. "I'd love to know your findings, and perhaps my own tests would help you in your own pursuits."

Finally a small hand lifted to lightly touch his arm, fingers brushing down as that same hand dropped away. Just a little more of a push to the enticement spell. Not enough to make it obvious, she didn't want that. Just enough to weaken him a little more. She didn't want him so uncomfortable that he ran after all.

"I'm glad Rufio came by. He was ever so eager to help. I wish more were like him." Not that she'd ever say Hank wasn't.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-12 06:01 am UTC (link)

Hank looked at her, thinking for a moment. While the majority of his mind wanted to refuse, he couldn't help but be swayed into giving her what she wanted. Besides, it was true he was a man of science, but who was to say that his own science was the only way of gathering information? Red and others in this City came from universes where his own science might not even apply, where the laws of physics and reality as he knew them might be different.

"I suppose that is in line with my own research," he said, rubbing his chin for a moment. He looked at his file and took a deep breath, then offered it to her. "I didn't record names, but there is all the relevant information there, I believe. Race, ethnicity, age, powers, world and era of origin. That sort of thing. Though I didn't get such information from Rufio. Some of the samples are from those created here in this City and who were transformed during that werecreature episode. The rest are from people who were brought here and have powers. My research was focused on the root of those abilities so I don't have any non-mutant DNA."

He walked over to the fridge and opened it, examing the blood samples thoughtfully. "I've still got decent samples for most, though I'm not sure how much blood you're requiring?" He looked over at her. "And there were a few shapechangers who I don't have much left of at all. But I'm finished with my experiments so you're welcome to what I have left."

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i_cast
2011-12-12 07:14 pm UTC (link)

The crone took the offered file, and listened. She soon joined the not-so-mad scientist. Her small body lightly pressed against his as she "tried" to peek into the fridge around him. Her head tilted slightly as if in thought. She looked up at him, a hint of a raised brow.

"I'm sure what you have will be of much help. There must be something that we all share that calls to the City. Why pick us at such random? It would be as if some child was grabbing down toys without any true purpose other than to have them." She held the file to her chest, yet still leaned ever so slightly against him. "I'd like to think there is some purpose to it all, wouldn't you?"

In truth, the City owed the crone answers. It had kept much from her, and she was determined to discover all the truths. What she was planning would show the City exactly what it was doing, hopefully. That or it was going to upset the damned place even more. Either way, the being that had such hold on all their fates would know that there were some not to be trifled with. Baba Yaga had thought it had learned that already.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-18 04:19 am UTC (link)

Stars it was hard to focus when she was pressed against him. A slight thing that had so much power just in the way she moved.

"I've thought much the same myself," Hank admitted, going over the possibilities in his mind and then shaking his head. He'd spent long enough pondering such things without any new information about it. "Whether the City is it's own consciousness, or has some being behind it... there is method to this madness. There must be, even if we cannot understand it."

He brought forward the carefully marked phials of blood, some more depleated than others, all organized and looked after. "Here we are. You're welcome to keep the samples here, though I may be moving to a new laboratory soon. I'd of course bring them with me and let you know where I wind up. But my research with this blood is done so you're welcome to anything left."

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i_cast
2011-12-19 08:56 am UTC (link)

The smile that lit up the youthful face may have shined with just a slightly different glimmer in the eyes. Yes, that was exactly what the crone wanted to hear. Her much smaller hand reached out and lightly touched his, stopping him from pulling the samples completely out.

"No. I mean, yes." She laughed softly, pulling her hand slowly away, just a hint of nails raking at skin. "I mean, yes, would you please keep them for now? Just for a little longer. I may know where I could keep them, but for now, protect them for me? There are people in the City who may want to do something to the blood that could be very dangerous." Her eyes widened.

"Oh, you'll probably think that I could...oh, you do believe that I wouldn't want to do anything to harm anyone, right? Not without reason. Though some would say there is never a real reason to harm anyone." There was the pout again. The crone certainly wasn't saying what side she stood on the harming people without good reason.

"If you could keep them with you for now, I'd have to make it up to you later somehow." The smile was sweet, but it hinted at promises of something so much darker. Something that she doubted the young scientist was still new, possibly.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-19 09:24 am UTC (link)

"Oh, you, you don't have to do anything for me," Hank's voice hitched. He was flustered, allright, whether or not he was reading her correctly the idea that she'd owe him anything was a bit unsettling. "I mean, of course I'd love to know your findings, or assist if ever I am able, but no, I'm... I'm happy to do this."

"If we both seek knowledge then... yes. I'm happy to do it. That's what a scientist truly is, after all, regardless of method or ability. A truth seeker. And as a school it's always acknowledged that we do best when we cooperate with others, and help eachother to understand or achieve things which would be difficult or impossible alone."

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i_cast
2011-12-20 04:16 am UTC (link)

"Yes, knowledge is a good thing. Pursuit of it can be good or very dangerous." The crone's fingers brushed along his arm again. She was certainly keeping contact with him, constant contact. The spell hadn't faded, and it probably wouldn't for some time after she left. She knew eventually he might wonder what she had done, but for now, it would do.

"But I am not a scientist." Her smile was teasing, and she rocked up to her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "Now I must simply decide on how to repay you for your service." Her lips brushed his cheek once more before she started to step away, the file held close to her chest again.

"I wouldn't want you to feel as if I am putting you out." The crone smiled slightly at him, almost as if she were on the verge of pouting.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-27 03:20 am UTC (link)

It was hard for him to keep his thoughts clean when she was touching him so much. Hank was a boy genius, but still a boy, and with his hormones racing he had difficulty keeping a clear mind around beautiful women.

"You... you are in the pursuit of knowledge and study," Hank responded back, struggling to keep his eyes up and his words coherent. He didn't even notice she was leaving with his file. "You're certainly not putting me out." Well, not in any way he had any protest about. "I... I am happy to help in any way I can, I've no need of repayment. As I said, being told of any findings you might have is more than enough for me."

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i_cast
2011-12-28 05:56 am UTC (link)

"Oh, I have to pay your kindness back in some way. I suppose I shall have to devise something." The smile was not at all innocent as she took another step back. The crone had been around long enough to know when she had upset a young man's pure thoughts and intentions. It was almost adorable.

"Perhaps you could take me," Just the slightest pause, nothing overly obvious, but enough to highlight the important words before continuing. "to dinner. I'd pay, of course. I'd cook for you, but I'm all thumbs in the kitchen." Some kitchens.

"We may have a very fun time." Just another step. She was getting closer and closer to the door. "You'll have to tell me where you're moving to. I'll need to know how to find you, after all."

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i_thebeast
2011-12-28 10:14 pm UTC (link)

He didn't dare move back from the table. She had him completely at war with himself, his baser instincts struggling with his intelligence and respectful upbringing. After so many year keeping to himself he hadn't expected such animalistic thoughts to be so easily conjured in his mind.

"D-dinner would be wonderful, but I assure you, I'm qu-quite capable of paying for my own meal," he stammered. She didn't seem the type that would want a man to pay for her, but they could keep things even. He stopped for a moment, reigning in his breathing so he could speak more ably.

"I will of course let you know where my lab's relocated to. Once I myself know where." She was leaving, and though he made no move to stop her he did try to straighten. "Thank you for coming, I.... I always enjoy your company."

"As soon as I know

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i_cast
2011-12-29 01:34 am UTC (link)

There was a soft laugh at how adorable the poor fellow was. Or that could be what she seemed to be laughing at. It certainly wasn't a condescending or taunting one. The crone closed the space quickly, smiling brightly. She didn't run, but she could move quickly without seeming superhuman.

She was soon standing beside him. One hand let go of the file, which was shifted to her side and out of the way, and grabbed his shirt to pull him down a little. She didn't pull hard or quick, nor did she make it a slow, scintilatting thing. She just pulled him down enough to press her lips oh so closely to his.

She could have done what she needed without the need to touch him, but it helped. She nudged the power of the spell, making it so that the good mutant doctor would certainly be more attracted to the little woman before him. Not just that, he might also think of her at strange moments doing things good boys didn't consider. Dreams would no doubt feature her in compromising positions. Her lips were still near his skin as she whispered. "I enjoy your company as well."

She let him go, smiling almost innocently. Almost. "Do let me know when you're free. Have a wonderful evening." She turned quickly, tucking the file to her as she headed out the door.

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i_thebeast
2011-12-29 02:19 am UTC (link)

Baba could have sprouted horns and a tail and Hank wouldn't have noticed anything odd about her.

His body went rigid as she touched him, but there was no fight or resistance against her. He was a very large piece of putty in her hands.

When she let go he couldn't even muster a goodbye. If face, it wasn't till after she'd left and he'd fallen over onto his rear that he realized he'd forgotten to breath.

He gasped slightly as he took in air, then put a hand up to his head.

"Stars and garters," he groaned, then pulled himself up. It was time to get back to work, definitely time to do anything he could to get that woman out of his mind.

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