Who: Dr. Essex OT Anybody in Mutant Town Where: Mutant Town Streets When: Mid-morning Dec 17 What: The Doctor is out and about.
Jean's note had been very polite and very specific. Essex and Moreau were of two minds about it. Essex was so very glad for Jean to be gone because she would become his eyes and ears in the facility. Not to mention, it meant he could take off the Moreau face in his private quarters without having to worry as to what she may or may not see. Moreau, which was fast becoming a far too dominant personality with its constant use, missed her immediately and painfully. It was the part of them that stared mournfully at the empty space in the bed they'd shared and held her note in a grip so tight the paper balled up.
In response to that, Sinister had thrown himself further into his work, using it as a shield against further thoughts about Jean. He needed to finish deciphering the information he'd been given by that delightful cohort of Erik's. It was interesting, not only for the work they were doing, but for the implications of what this work could be turned into.
Now he was taking a moment, a breather, wearing his old face: Dr. Nathaniel Essex. The man had been missing for months, part of the Perfect Soldier Project. Possibly killed in the aftermath of the project's destruction. No one knew for certain. He'd simply disappeared into the ether. Now he was back, stalking the streets of Mutant Town stretching his legs.
It felt very different to walk in his own form, his own dimensions, to stretch his long legs after spending so much time as Moreau who was significantly shorter. The timbre of his voice was different. This was how one could lose themselves in other faces. Wearing the same face, not your own, could eat away at who you were. He stopped to look at himself in the window, ostensibly while looking at a television behind the pane of glass.