"For the Clay Man shit, you know how it is. Got some pretty pretty debts to pay off and Moriarty said if I helped, he'd clear them. Oh, by the way, I have a friend coming around this afternoon, the name is Sora. Hate him, but needs must, all that lovely stuff." Hurricane leaned back, taking in Sherlock as well as the others. He then turned to Alek, and looked him over, before asking, "Who's the pretty face? You look familiar, have I seen you before?"
Mina almost got up to stop Victor and Eden, but she let them go with a small, “I hope you’ll feel well soon!”
She never even got to apologize.
Her dismay was quickly overturned by surprise at the arrival of ‘the queen.’ “Well, greetings Your Majesty,” she said good naturedly.
"Someone here has some respect for royalty. Well, I've been living in a dumpster for the last three months, but I have distant relations and such. Queen Ramses the eighth, for instance, of Alpha Crowning. No, I'm kidding again, I'd never be related to sad old trash like her." they said. It seemed like they simply had no basic human decency, but that was a lie. They had less than. "Hmm, I want to make some curry. Anyone know if there's a rice cooker here? Not one of those new ones where you have to sing to make it go, mind you."
"Good luck to you both, then?" Victor offered. The interaction did nothing to calm his nerves. He ducked his head and stepped into the room, trying desperately to ignore the thick, coppery taste of his own blood. Nothing quite unsettled him like his own blood, although he could handle the blood of others with nothing more than slight nausea. It was a necessary evil in his line of work. He took in the various figures in the room, and waved his non-bloodied hand in a slightly awkward greeting. One could tell that he didn't often make such a gesture.
"Hello," he said stiffly, "I am Victor Frankenstein of the Genla Frankensteins. I assume we're all here due to James Moriarty, correct?" He awaited the reply tensely, inching away from the doorway but still within a comfortable distance of the others.
(Ack, I forgot to mention in the initial profile that Victor is pretty touch-adverse, and not fond of people grabbed by other people or having his personal space invaded.)
"Why the fuck else would we be here? Hey, I'm probably going to make more curry than I can eat, want to share? Anyone? No?" Hurricane looked around and shrugged, standing up and walking briskly to the kitchen. "So, Victor, huh? Nice name, did you choose it yourself or did your parents force it on you?"
Victor fumbled for words, he wasn't used to being spoken to in such a manner.
"No thank you," he managed. "And as for my name, my parents chose it. Yours?"
He scanned the room again, searching for someone more…subdued to speak with, if he was to carry on a discussion at all. A blonde-haired woman caught his eye, and he was instantly reminded of Elizabeth.
"Hmm. I got to choose mine of course, not having parents will do that to you. Sorry, am I a bit much right now? I might be a little bit hungrier than I expected, I get bursts of energy like that." Hurricane said. "You know how it is. Or you don't, it is how it is."
Lo watched the interaction with barely concealed amusement, keeping quiet from her spot on the counter. She waited to introduce herself, instead gathering what she could based on how each new person spoke and acted. When the opportunity arose, she raised a hand in a wave, smiling brightly at the newcomers.
"Greetings, morning, whatever you prefer. Pardon my state of appearance, but if I'd known we were receiving new members, I'd have showered right after my run. Call me Lo, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Friendly and welcoming as ever, she looked positively thrilled at the arrival of new people. And honestly, she was. Meeting new people was always fun, and she really hoped that at least a handful of them were worth befriending. Mina and her husband already were, for sure. And though she had been sad to see Eden go, she wished them the best, hoping that they eventually realized they needed to get away from Victor and his mess. That was overcome by more amusement, however, at the arrival of yet another Victor.
"You're all welcome to help yourself to food, of course. Please, make yourselves at home if you're to be stuck with us." She said, huffing a small laugh at her own joke.
"This is all a bit…much," Victor said. "I'm not used to being around this many people, in all honesty. An unfortunate side effect of a life of what's more or less solitude."
He turned to face the blonde woman–Lo, she called herself.
"A pleasure to meet you as well," he said, giving a smile that he hoped didn't seem too forced. "If you don't mind me saying, you remind me of my cousin Elizabeth. Both looks and personality-wise. Are we all to stay here, then? Together?"
The idea of rooming with this many people was not pleasing, but it would be a vast improvement to some of the other lodgings he'd stayed in.
Mina tilted her head with a quirk of a smile at the new arrivals’ interaction. She was unused to hearing such brash language, and neither was Jonathan. He almost dropped a piece of his bacon at Hurricane’s f-bomb.
She adjusted her glasses. “A queen and a young knight? Yes, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She echoed Lo. Jonathan waved a greeting.
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(What is the "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" for?)
(Sorry just having flashbacks to when too many people reply at once. I’m a slow typer ;-;)
(Oof I feel that, it's why I tend to keep my responses short.)
Lo blinked, tilting her head. "I do hope it's an alright similarity. And yes, all of us have rooms here. Ours were fully decorated for us when we arrived, I wonder if yours will end up the same after Mr. Moriarty has the time? Late arrivals make this all sort of strange, and I'm interested in seeing if he can keep his air of mystery while getting things done." She mused, tilting her head in the opposite direction. Despite having gone for a run and working out this morning, she still looked impeccably put together, any trace of sweat and evidence of her run nearly gone.
"Oh, I'm not a knight," Victor said, waving a hand as if to dismiss the notion. "My skills lie with a needle, not a sword, although I suppose both careers see similar amounts of blood. And on the topic of blood, does anyone happen to have some sort of tissue? The door and I are now well-acquainted."
Being struck in the face by the door had been the least worrisome part of his arrival. He was torn between trying to push down the memory of the undead being and wanting to analyze it as best he could. They had little in common with Krempe's undead brother, but the fact that someone else had succeeded at what he and Margaret had given so much for was sobering. And although Victor tended not to be an angry man, a tad enraging. He refused to let it show.
"Look, I don't really care much for Jimmy Moriarty, he seems like a fine enough guy. A bit creepy, but fine enough. What I really want to know is, what's this Clay guy's deal? Hes been around for what, six years? And he's all over! Even Charlie's Beasts had to spread their roots before their tree could flourish, and I'd know, Charlie is a good friend of mine. Well, good frenemy. Good enemy. Bitter rival, fine. But seriously, I don't understand what's up with his success. Nobody is that competent without big money." Hurricane ranted. "Oh, crap, this is the rice cooker where you have to sing. Well, no food for me I guess."
(Goodnight all)
(Goodnight!)
"Oh! Of course, of course. Here–" Lo lifted herself off the counter, grabbing a rag from the handle on the oven and offering it. "Is there something you'd like made, miss?" She questioned the loud lady, arching a brow with her signature friendly smile. "Name it, I can get right on making it. We also have cookies made just this morning, right over there on the counter. Well, at like, two in the morning, but it's still morning."
((goodnight! this is so weird for me 'cause i usually do insanely long responses lmao, i'm used to one on ones lmao))
"Hmm, no, I'll get something later, I'm bored now. So, what's everyone else's deal? I truly must know, as long as I'm not pushing too many boundaries." the lady in question hopped back on the sofa and stretched out, yawning a bit and untucking their…. extravagant hawaiian-printed shirt from the hot pink shorts they wore. "I wonder as well, why us? We're all plain folk, maybe with a few handy skills, but still, common. What does this Moriarty want with us specifically?"
"Common is a relative term." Lo said simply, shrugging a shoulder. "I'm a marksman, gun-wise as well as with a few other weapons. Skilled in combat and stealth. I'm sure Moriarty wanted someone with connections like mine, as well. I'm still here because of a recent revelation involving my past." She stood in the middle of the kitchen, not quite sure what do to with her hands and ending with her arms crossed under her chest.
"Thank you," Victor said, taking the rag from Lo. He gently pressed it to his nose, wincing slightly. Compared to some of the pain he'd underwent when working with Krempe, it was practically nothing, but it was present nonetheless. "I would assume that Moriarty wants me for some of my…lesser-known projects, to put it delicately."
How Moriarty had found out about the reanimation he had no idea, but the letter–while still vague enough to warrant curiosity–implied as much.