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Tweak says, "What, me worry?"

Hikiege (cloudednights) wrote in bizarre_city,
@ 2013-01-26 00:00:00

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#backdate, agador, hikiege

January 26, 2013
Who: Hikiege, Agador
When: Midnight , January 26, 2013
Where: Western Laboratory
What: Hikiege questions the whereabouts of his lost creations.

"Agador!" He bellowed from his position at his desk that lay a few feet adjacent to a table full of fluid-filled vials and books a-plenty scattered aimlessly around. One would think he summoned a hurricane inside the lab with the way miscellaneous papers were strung across the blackened steel floor. Small plastic arms and legs were strung about ontop of the cluttered mess, with a few lifeless resin heads no bigger then the palm of your hand staring blankly forward. Each wall contained a rack secured to the floor via steel plates, most of the shelves filled with canning jars. He wasn't a collector or preserver of farmed goods; It was his life-support. Blood. One jar was labeled 'Elvis' on this side, with a set of eyeballs floating in the red liquid. Even a self-proclaimed King of the Undead had to have an idol.

Minutes passed as he scanned the hallways nearby, listening for a 'tat-a-tatat' of small feet across the floor. He was impatient and yelling at something as small as an imp was an improvement to what he's recently done with the dolls scattered about. Finally, he heard the imp coming forth.

He had sent the lil' bugger to investigate and to keep an eye on his creations. The only two survivors of his experiments, one boy and one girl, now dolls, had managed to escape somehow. Thus, Agador was hired. Promised a wealth unimaginable to be his little minion. Tonight they were to rendezvous at midnight on recent events.

"You made sure you were not followed?"

He rose to his full stature, the black lab-coat not doing much justice to hide the muscular build beneath, shoulders broad and holstering his jet black and blood-stained hair. It framed perfectly the sickly pale features of his face, more so when his glowing orange gaze lit up. An insignia became present underneath his left eye as the glow only brightened.

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antd
2013-01-26 05:29 am UTC (link)

Agador always made certain that Hikiege could hear him coming. It let the gnarled claws snap loudly to the ground with each fall of its grubby appendages, even though the sound grated on its own tender ears. Overlarge and batlike, they were folded flat to a defined skull, as ever. The imp skulked low to the ground, properly pitiful and menacing all at once. A tiny creature, that much was true, but there was fierceness to it. A long tail whipped along behind it, tipped with a toxic barb. The eerie yellow glow of slitted eyes met tonight’s “Master” but only briefly. It wouldn’t do to be bold.

The little beast hissed in response to the question of competence. Odd that Antonio, of all the wretched beings in this plane, ought to be the more respectful of the two he served. Neither gave the imp his proper due. When at last that sickly leather peeled away from yellowed fangs, the voice that escaped was rasping, suitable to the hideous little fiend. “Yes…”

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cloudednights
2013-01-26 06:01 am UTC (link)

His hands shot towards the entrance Agador had came from. Only to further protection, a steel doorway seemingly out of nowhere came up behind the creature, sealing the only way out. Why couldn't he have installed this before the escape of the two dolls?

With the scarcity of magic practice, Science seemed to be a nice alternative for now. From the depths of a desk drawer came a small sack knotted at the top. He flung it up and down in his hand to only tempt the winged creature more. It was his first payment to the creature for his (supposed) loyalty to these important matters. It made no noise as he tossed it about, but the smell was heavenly enough. If Heaven was full of dirty socks.

"Did you not bring the dolls with you? Where are they?" Those eyes squinted to bare slits, pupils fading completely leaving only a bold line as eyes on either side of the face. Quite the needy and expectant bastard, he was. Temperamental, too. Was that even part of the deal, to actually -have- the dolls on hand? He likes to make up the stipulations as he goes, it seems. A power-hungry arrogant being, is he.

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antd
2013-01-31 03:59 pm UTC (link)

He hated being trapped, although truth be told, it would take more than steel to hold him. Nevertheless, it was one more thing to foul up his mood. He ducked low to the ground as the sound reverberated around them for a moment. It gave the impression that the beast was cowering, but if anything he looked more dangerous with the apparent desperation. He wasn't the sort of think you would want to back into a corner.

He crept carefully to the "payment", as if he expected some sort of trap there as well.

"If I bring them he will know..." He snarled the words, a sinister rasp. "He wants me to kill," he savored that word, bulbous eyes slipping closed with the delight of it, "the male."

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cloudednights
2013-02-01 03:29 am UTC (link)

"He? They are owned now I take it. I need you to bring me a strand of 'His' hair, then. The mans. Do whatever necessary and the rewards will stay coming. And..and.. I need those dolls!" Irritated that he couldn't just go take care of the situation himself with fear of being outright seen by those that wanted his head, he slammed a hand layered in rings of old down onto the desk. Another splintered hole in the desk from his temper, there wasn't going to be much of a desk left if he kept up.

"I need to see for myself. How much does this man trust you? I need eyes. Security Camera. Video. Pictures. Whatever! I'm running out of time. I -need- one of them here.. " A thought occurred to him. Far beneath the lab a small boy held conscience only by artificial means lay wishing for his own death, tubes and wires protruding from his petite body, something even HellRaiser could visually be proud of. This what was kept the boy alive in the doll, the 'connection'. Bait? He didn't know enough to be sure it would work. But Maybe she was all he needed, for she was the more successful of the two experiments anyway; Why leave loose ends? The boy was just a back up in case of the girls death. He needed more information though, before making a decision.

He tossed the baggie to Agador and hit a switch underneath his desk; The entrance (Which also served as the only known exit) became open once again. Inside he would find a rare gem with a diamond center, surely valuable to the right person, cured meat probably from something similar to a deer, and a leather wrist-band?? No. A leather wrist band with a digital display for the time. He was still old fashioned and hadn't use for these things.

"Go. Do what you must, update me in a week exactly. I have more preparations to exact. But for now, the boy lives, got it? I've almost completed my control device and I have no room for fuck-ups! Or we're -both- dead, Agador." A grin that only he could manage to uphold, those eyes flashing. He sat down finally, bringing a cup to his lips and sipping. Teeth stained red complimenting the grin, he carefully watched Agador in case he had more to say.

His experiments weren't in vain, exactly. He has almost pin-pointed how to control the mind from afar; Not a regular human beings, but mayhaps one trapped in a doll. Tobias was in -his- doll. He just needed a few key ingredients. And to be careful. There was no room for error, or it would be the death of the king.

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