Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
No one managed to get it right in the first place. [Archie almost nodded until he felt the steel under his chin. The claw and the look she gave him made his skin crawl and his heart race. If he didn't give her what she wanted, there'd be trouble. For the both of them, most likely. He considered that she was probably working for someone (no friend of Nero, unfortunately) and that information would be sold around the facility. But, Archie didn't completely care. He couldn't pay anyone to work on this stuff with him and if another lab was actually interested, perhaps he could find some collaboration. In this day and age, there was no need for paranoia, especially when he had admittedly hit a roadblock.
She wanted information? Fine. He pressed the box against her.] Go ahead. [Open it, take it. He didn't seem to care. Inside was a beautiful, old fashioned locket that occasionally gave a red spark. The locket buzzed a sense of dread on the most natural level like a dark hallway or the creak of a door opening. If she touched it, she'd smell burnt paper. If she opened it, she'd find a faded picture of a tall, serious looking woman who resembled him. Same chin. Same crazy.] So, let's talk about blue.
[He walked over to one of his other cabinets and fished around through albums and books until he found one that was old, leather bound and worn out. It was thick, so much that he groaned carrying it back to his desk and he took a seat.] That red energy mixed with chemicals can do unspeakable things. For generations my family tried to harness it and failed. One failed so spectacularly that his brother decided to erase the family name, his brother and the color red. He refined the chemicals into a serum that couldn't raise the dead, but it could- [He opened the book, revealing old pictures of a man who happened to look a lot like Archie minus the bright blonde hair. Archie looked up:] You know what it does. Don't you?