Stranger Games NPC (stranger_npc) wrote in strangergamesrp, @ 2012-08-25 14:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, event, gin charlie, heraclitus, log |
A Present just for you!
Who: Gin Charlie, Heraclitus
When: August 6th
Where: The dorms
What: Gin Charlie brings Heraclitus a very interesting present.
Warnings: Swearing
Open or Closed: Closed
Observable: No
*Follows Monster in the Box
Gin Charlie rode down the elevator with his box of monsters. They started squeaking and rustling, with high-pitched voices. Gin Charlie grimaced as the musky smell increased. He was glad when the elevator dinged, and he walked into the infirmary.
There was some bustle and fuss. Gin Charlie walked down the hall, nodded to Itachi and Shisui on their cot, and turned the corner. He stopped and stared at the door, and muttered in his own half-forgotten native tongue. The locked doors, coded only to the Scientists, opened before him. Gin Charlie walked calmly down the hall and into the small night-office sometimes used by Heraclitus. It was just off from the medic breakroom.
Technically, this was still the “Other” part of the Ludus. He hadn’t crossed the line to the side of the building where the Natives kept all their labs and equipment yet. He could, if he wanted to. He wasn’t as bound by the rules as they thought he was. But it was not entirely unknown for him to go into the medic’s quarters and rouse them if he needed them.
He set the box on Heraclitus’s desk, and held the top down.
Heraclitus looked up as the box thumped onto his desk, unsurprised to see Gin Charlie looming over him. Heraclitus took off his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his sleeve.
“What have you brought me now?” Heraclitus asked curiously.
“Dave caught a box full of the creatures that fuckin’ attacked Itachi,” Gin Charlie explained, with amusement in his tone. A stripling catching something the Scientists couldn’t keep ahold of. He liked that.
“I figured after working so hard, you needed a damn present.”
“I hope no one was injured...” Heraclitus placed his glasses back on and stood up. He lifted a flap of the box to look in and see what exactly Gin Charlie had brought.
“Demon, angels, and farvestack preserve us---those are the ugliest creatures I have seen in a age!” Heraclitus clapped the box shut. “No wonder everyone’s having nightmares!”
“Indeed,” Gin Charlie snorted. “Now what are you going to do with them, Heretic?”
“Dissect them,” Hearclitus decided. “Put a few under observation to study their brainwaves, and figure out who let them out.” Heraclitus nodded to himself.
“How’s the little midget Uchiha and his roommate?” Honestly, Itachi seemed to get into far too much trouble. Dave, not so much.
“Midget is delivered to the medics. Dave’s on fuckin’ patrol up there and damn good for him.” Gin Charlie poked the box, making the things squeal. “I’m going back up there. Don’t let any of these get away.” He grinned at Heraclitus. “You might need to retire then.”
“Not until I’m old enough they can physically throw me out, or something eats me,” Heraclitus smiled and stood up. He put the box under his arm. “I wasn’t the one who let them out in the first place, dear old lunatic.”
Good to know that their already troubled children were doing all right. Heraclitus had a grandson that was very fond of Dave Strider. Said he was “teh awesomeness,” whatever that meant. His granddaughters were more partial to Itachi.
“Damn good to know.” Gin Charlie nodded to Heraclitus, then turned and walked for the door. “Don’t try to make a pet of those things.”
With this parting sally, he moved down the hall, a hand balanced on his broadsword hilt.
Heraclitus sighed. Make a pet out of something this ugly that burned you with a touch? No, he didn’t think he would. Thing like this were better used as grand experiments. Heraclitus did love his grand experiments.
“And now, the real fun begins.” Heraclitus chuckled as he tucked the box under his arm and headed deeper into the Ludus.