Oh my god … Zach made one of his biggest efforts to sit up and smile at the guest.
'Hello, welcome, and sorry about the noise. I'm quite used to it but I should've known.' He gestured towards the stairs behind him. 'Those lead to the common rooms; the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, all that stuff. If nothing else, something there should interest you.' He originally wanted to talk to some particularly powerful people about how they reach their goals, but again, there was simply too many people, and it didn't help that not a lot of them had a big variety of powers.
A young man with curly hair burst through the front door, hands dripping with crimson. “Please,” he panted. “I need to hide here.” He was wearing a stained and torn labcoat, and small round glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose. The man pushed them back up on his face, leaving a bloody fingerprint on the lens. “Please,” he repeated, voice cracking. It was obvious he had no idea what kind of meeting was going on, but every word was filled with desperation.
The woman scowled at the newcomer. "You can quiet down. No one wants loud bawling." She sniffed, waving a hand, dismissing the figure. She moved to a door and simply looked at it. When it didn't open, she scowled, and her eyes flashed silver before the door exploded into millions of shards of shining, reflecting glass.
She stepped through the doorway into the room, boots crunching over the glass.
"Are you okay?" The used-to-be-cat stepped towards the new man. "Do you need help?"
The man’s expression soured, but he quieted down. “I just need to hide here ‘til the cops pass,” he explained softly to the not-cat man. “Somewhere to wash the blood off would be fantastic, but that’s probably asking for too much.” He swiped a hand across his forehead, leaving a streaky trail. ‘My name is Shane Cady. I probably shouldn’t tell you that, but you don’t look like a police officer.”
…was he attracted to her? He kept thinking over her words, how she hated that stupid 'host' act, how she didn't trust a thing about him, how she berated the sniveling newcomer, and… HOW THE HECK DID SHE…. Zach wasn't expecting anything of her, but other than that "cheeky" smile she tried to put on, she seemed extremely hot… might hit on her later, he thought with a smirk (in no way do you ever have to put up with him).
'Uhh… the bathroom and the kitchen is upstairs, fully operable sinks, just clean the sink after you're done and don't kill anyone…not only will it not work, you'll really piss off some overlords here. Wait… are any of you guys rulers in anyway?'
(…………. I kind of like this idea……….. a little bit…………..)
"'Course!" The woman shot at him. "Well, I am. What do you think I am, a priss?" She sniffed in mock offence, her mouth twisting into an annoyed frown when she fully realized that she wasn't allowed to kill anyone. Where was the fun in that? Who cared about the overlords or whatever? She could handle them. She strode into the room like she owned the place, glass everywhere on the ground. She should clean it up, but she really didn't care.
As the others left the room, the young woman stood there, looking at the talking rat. Of course, she wasn't surprised. She had seen a lot of things like this before. She dropped her hoodie and put her hair that covered her eye to the side, revealing amythest eyes that glowed just ever so slightly. Her ebony black hair was slighty curled, and it reached to her waist.
The tall woman looked at the menagerie of people, her gaze stopping on Zach with her bright green eyes, her face unreasonably sweet. “Well, of course! I have my own little laboratory, I would love to show it to you.” She grinned eerily “I have so many little creations of which I adore so dearly.”
Zach growled back at her and holy moly his attraction grew tenfold and then smiled again at the guests.
'Of course, a laboratory, full of science and wonder. It could come into use when done correctly.' He then fully noticed the other stranger and caught himself staring at her.
'Are… are those real amethysts, my dear guest?'
With the "host" distracted with others, the woman gave a lazy wave of her hand, and the glass all neatly slid back into place in the door, making a clear, slightly warped view. She pulled her jacket off and tossed it onto a chair, uncoiling the chai from around her waist and sliding it over her arm.
The woman smiled slightly, as she raised her head. She tilted her head to the side and a beautiful laugh escaped her mouth. "Maybe." Was all she said. Of course, she wasn't going to tell him that they were indeed real amethysts.
“I wonder what would happen if I took them out…” She then brought her hand to her chest and said “Oh, how rude of me, were are my manners. I’m Actinolite.” She gave a bow, letting everyone see a trapezoidal stone on the back of her head. She did also have a large cape that dragged behind her, it’s large collar studded with spikes, which matched the glaring look in her eyes.
With a touch more effort, Zach sat straighter and looked again at her eyes. Nothing else was as beautiful as money, and those looked extremely close to the valuable crystals. Money got him what he wanted on Earth, and seemed to be able get him everywhere else in other dimensions. Even in those with no care for value, he could still use them for spells and magic and the like… but then he remembered that, whether they were real or not,he wasn't going to bother to gouge the woman's eyes out; in fact, he found himself thinking about the resulting gore that could lead too… ESPECIALLY if they weren't real… ESPECIALLY if they were actually real eyeballs… blood….
'Get AWAY from me, you sicken me!' he yelled with gritted teeth, 'how the flying hell could you have those stupid eyes you sick freak!' And you…' he turned to the thin, pale-green figure full of bones and gristle. More sickening gore scenes entered his mind, which were filled with all sorts of cracked joints… 'What the flying F–K is wrong with you? Eat something, for f–ks sake!' His scowl twisted more and his eyes were full of disgust and rage. His tail bent and twisted at the thought of looking at a single one of them a moment more. Especially that doctor guy…
'I'LL CALL THE F–KING POLICE I WILL, IF YOU DON'T GET THAT S–T OFF YOUR HANDS' Actually, he didn't care who heard that, they should have all washed their "f–king" hands already.
The lady growled at Actinolite. "I'll make sure to chop off your head, and destroy that little stone on the back of your head." Even though the other had introduced herself, she wasn't going to introduce herself, not even if she was forced.
"Oi, rat guy, control you damn temper!" She crossed her arms and frowned. "How exactly am I a freak!?" She stopped and chuckled. "Who's to say we're not all freaks."
'DON'T YOU F–KING DARE TRY THAT CUTTING S–T' But his eyes did nothing but dare anyone to try something disgusting, even though, really, he had no quick way of taking revenge.
'F–k off, lady' he scowled, 'I get that we're all "freaks of nature" but that doesn't stop anyone from having a tiniest ounce of f–king DIGNITY.' He breathed in surly, and blew out. 'Just… wash your hands and only like, smack someone or punch them if you're mad… no wait, not the guests, just the dummies…'
"My hands are clean rat man." She sighed and shook her head. "Oh, how I wish i was back at arkham. Come to think of it, arkham asylum doesn't sound to bad at the moment." She said, not to loudly.
The woman, having washed her hands clean of the dried blood that had previously stained them, heard shouting. She rolled her eyes and opened her glass door, moving into the throne room. Their "host" was yelling at another person. With an exasperated groan, she leaned against the wall to watch what would play out.
She was quiet for a moment but then burst out laughing, doing so for an unnerving amount of time. When she finally stopped and wiped her eyes. “You amuse me, pest.” Actinolite chuckled at Zach, “But I’m afraid if you’re a biologist, you have to be alright with blood. I quite like it, it’s very pretty. And, little rodent, it’s just the way I look, I do have some muscle on me, I was made like this, but I could change my form if you’d like~” She smiled. “Oh, and I’d love to see you try, honey.” She quipped to the amethyst eyed stranger.
No one had noticed that’s the young man had disappeared without a trace. Possibly into one of the rooms.
'The… the f–k is Arkham? Some douchey place or somethin'?' It was only at this moment that he realized that he blown his whole act. He groaned heavily, and slumped in his chair. He tried to think about how to get power quickly. This place was safe, but he at least wanted SOME authority, and he knew it was a challenge, since everyone else was supposedly after the same thing. He decided to try his luck.
'Hey, do you know if like… what powers do you have, you know? Are you a leader in this Arkansas thing or anything? Most of us could benefit from a few hints I bet.'
This entire time, Zach hadn't been paying attention to any laughter, but he soon turned to the gristly women and, realising what she just said, smiled.
'Well, you know, somethin' a bit hotter would do. Ya know, big bust, big butts, a tiny bikini… all looks great if you do it right…' But he quickly changed his mind. These were villains, powerful ones. 'Well, you absolutely don't have to, change into anything you like"
She was about to respond, when her phone ringed. It was a wonder she had service in this place. She took out her phone and before answering the call she looked at Actinolite. "Are you trying to seduce the rat?" With that, she answered whoever was on the other end.
She ignored her comment, Actinolite was like this to pretty much everyone.
“You do realize I’m in the most PG version of those? I’m literally wearing a catsuit. And I think I’m decently sized in all ways, it’s just my limbs that are really boney.” Actinolite smirked, thinking about how ironic it was for a rat to body-shame.
