"Anyone could do what you do, thousands better. I need substantial reasoning here." Hurricane said, voice dripping with sass and the intent of serious backtalk. "Look, we all have connections to the Clay Man, presumably, or at least I do. There's a start. But I'm wondering, why would he need someone with connections? I doubt that asshole is sentimental."
Lo brushed off the words with ease, smiling sweetly. "He needs people who have a reason, dear. You pair incredible marksmanship with a willingness to go to any lengths…" She trailed off, letting her point hang in the air. "A personal connection provides just enough ride-or-die to make someone like me willing to pull the trigger whenever it needs done. Not that I hesitate either way, but I'm sure it rings as comforting in his head. And the connections are simply something that allow me to get anywhere, anytime. Anything useful is added to the list, of course. Because no one has asked him yet, why us out of anyone else."
"Good logic, good logic. I did not think of that, but then again, I rarely think." Hurricane said sweetly. They were beginning to like this "Lo" more and more, when it came down to it.
(sorry for the shorter replies, I'm a bit tired lol.)
((fhdfh lo's patience is endless when she's the one being insulted))
(It really is and I'm deeply sorry for Hurricane's bullshit.)
Lo let out a laugh, glad that the interaction hadn't blown up. "I find myself thinking a bit too much. Maybe you and I will be the perfect team." She said, shooting them a wink. "You're here due to debts, yes? Do you think that's the assurance placed on you?"
((oh hurricane is perfectly fine lmao. much more fun than old victor's assholishness, at the least))
(I tried to make them fun, at the very least. I like the "fun but kind of a jerk" archetype, it's neat to play around with and use for character development.)
"Well, I've certainly never killed before, but I'm willing to if it comes to it, especially with that piece of shit. I honestly don't know why someone hasn't booted him out yet. I have caused deaths indirectly if it helps in the slightest." Hurricane offered.
"Just to clear the air, I've never killed," Victor said. He'd done something arguably worse, of course, but the fewer people who knew about the monstrosity he'd made the better. "Two of my close friends killed each other, but I was unconscious. Oh, and I suppose I nearly killed a friend while removing her kidney, but there was a seemingly just cause, and she did a poorer job on me. I doubt that I have the constitution for murder."
He opted not to mention how he had agreed to putting down Krempe's risen brother. How he would have aided in the endeavor had he not been overcome by fear and pain.
(Lmao I like Hurricane's bullshit, also I feel you on the "apologizing for my character's actions during roleplays" bit glances at Oleander)
"Wow… that's certainly a lot. What in the hell made you need to remove each other's kidneys? And… well, why are you the way that you are, perhaps is a good start? In what world… hold on a minute, I really must laugh." Hurricane cackled at this, at Victor's statement, at the complete mess of a man he seemed to be. "Alright, I'm done. Seriously though, what series of unfortunate events lead to that?"
(Lmao I like Hurricane's bullshit, also I feel you on the "apologizing for my character's actions during roleplays" bit
glances at Oleander)
(Honestly I'm just projecting my own problems onto them lol.)
"Does that make me the only one who's–oh! Alek!" Lo spun suddenly, looking to Alek. "You're mysterious and withdrawn, exactly the type of person who might have a body count–as in actual bodies–of one or two. So? Murder, indirect killing, anything of the sort? You're mysterious enough to either be that type of person, or just be someone who's perfectly sweet and has never done anything of the sort." Glancing back at the other two, she shrugged her shoulders. "Work, yes? Truly strange."
"To make it brief, kidneys were necessary in an experiment we did. You can function well enough with one, and so we each gave one up," Victor explained. "I did excellently on my friend, but suffice to say that I'm glad that I was under sedation when she attempted mine."
He frowned at the lady's laughter, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. It could be difficult to tell if he was being laughed at or laughed with, although he didn't recall any particularly humorous bits in his prior statement. He offered a soft laugh as a compromise.
"Alright, so you're a scientist, huh? Well I can do science too, probably did at some point but it didn't require me to give up a kidney. You can print those off on those, uh, bio-printer thingies they have in all the best science places, you do realize that? Or did they not have that tech on your home planet?" they asked.
"We didn't have access to them," Victor said. "The operation was less than legal. Or operations, I suppose. We needed to use what we had on hand. They're immensely lucky that I'm the universal donor."
He still had the scar on the crook of his arm from all of the needles that had been jammed in there with little care. He caught himself rubbing the area on occasion, a habit he'd picked up in the lab.
"And–for all intents and purposes–I am a scientist."
No one needed to know that he was a dropout, especially not since he'd been top of his class beforehand and re-enrolled now. That would be just another of his secrets, one he feared would be revealed in time.
"Look, I won't question your scientyific knowledge. You're probably smarter than I am. But, like, wow. Your life sucks major ass, dude. I seriously hate whatever force caused you to have to give up a kidney to do proper science, you know?" Hurricane said. "I can be sympathetic if I want, and I am now, on behalf of your beloved kidney. Rest in peace, Victor's important vital organ."
(goodnight all!)
"Oh, um, thank you?" Victor said. He was a bit unsure of what to else say, especially to such a seemingly passionate outburst. "Do you think that Moriarty will try and contact us to explain any of this? I know that I certainly have some questions. Which, on the topic of, could anyone point me towards the bedrooms? I'm not keen on spending all evening in a bloodsoaked shirt, especially when my first impression has likely been…less than impressive, given the door bit."
“Just upstairs,” Mina said, standing. She put her and Jonathan’s dishes in the sink, having eaten while the others talked. Their fast-paced dynamic didn’t really allow for interruption, so she decided to just finish eating.
These were quite the interesting characters. She wasn’t sure how to react to Hurricane’s, well, hurricane of a demeanor. She liked this other Victor, though. Maybe he would be as enthusiastic to talk about vampires as the other one was.
Alek listened silently to the conversation, stiffening at Lo's words. Yes, he had a body count. He wished he didn't. But he did. His uncle, Laertes, Polonius. And that was if he didn't count his mother and Ophelia, both of whom died because of his own actions. So three people, directly, plus two more indirectly. He shrugged one shoulder. "I have a body count, yes." Was his simple reply.
Sherlock's eyes flashed between the newcomers, their mind carefully filing away the information that they all volunteered. "It is certainly interesting to meet you all. My name is Sherlock Holmes, and the blonde who didn't introduce himself is Aleksandar. My pronouns, by the way, are they and them." They knew that getting their pronouns out of the way was a good thing; otherwise people tended to guess, and when they guessed, they usually misgendered.
"Excellent to meet you as well, Mx. Holmes," Victor said. "I'm Victor Frankenstein, he and him, and I would offer to shake your hand if mine was not covered in blood. And considering the blood, I think I'll head to the washroom, if someone could point me to it?"
He would explore the layout of the house later, once he had become more familiar with the home and its respective characters. And probably slept for as many hours as he could. Perhaps there was something hidden by Moriarty, some sort of hidden note or clue, although he wouldn't be surprised if Sherlock had already found it.
Sherlock's mouth twitched in a faint smile. "Of course." They replied. "follow me. How did you get that blood on yourself, by the way?" They led Victor into a washroom, stepping aside to allow him easy access to the sink.
(Icefire I think it was Lo who said that haha)
(oh fuck my apologies!!)