May 20th || [Closed]

[spinneret_mindfang]

Characters: Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, Dr. Stein, and the Condesce

Location: Redlight District, Stein's Lab

Rating: R; because strip clubs, alcohol, and 8lood!

Time: Mid-day

Description: Dr. Stein has so graciously agreed to escort Mindfang to the bar for drinks and then to the shopping district to buy clothes in exchange for a pint of her blood.





After her video feed cut out, she was left to her own vices. Granted, new places posed absolutely no threat to her, she still felt a sinking sensation inside. This is not the Alternia she had grown used to. Brute strength, her fearsome fleet, and social standing were no longer her tokens for manipulation. In fact, being stripped of what little control she had put a scowl back on her face. She pushed the brim of her black sun hat further down, blocking out the sun as she stepped from the alleyway toward a near by bench to sit.

Some part of her felt gullible for believing that this man may actually come to her aid in a time of need. What a deplorable thought; her in need. No, this is a business transaction. He would receive a pint of her blood (how strange is that) for a few things that would comfort her new found 'soul' from being ripped from another universe and stuffed into another.

No, let her think pan not ponder on the possibility of never being able to return. Yes, she is now without the comfort of a worthy rival and her coveted slave at that. What use is there getting involved in a war when so much has already been stripped from her. Hell, someone might as well cut off her arm.

She shakes her head clear. There's no sense dwelling on the inevitable, even if her solemn expression suggests otherwise. (How can anyone be sad when surrounded by strip clubs. I mean c'mon).

Mindfang gazes down at the clock inside her mirror. Twenty minutes he said, no?

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[soulsutures]

While over the year that BREW had been acting up he had become rather accustomed to each new wave of guests, each time letting them pass by with barely a word, as time went on it seemed be was becoming more and more invested in them in ways he hadn't imagined before. It was dangerous business, getting his hands on a guest in order to experiment to his wishes. There were so many before, so many he would have loved to get on his table and cut open. To see how they work, to take out everything and put it back. Test their blood, weigh their internal organs. See what they were compared to a humans, or whatever other animal the person may have resembled. Such a strong desire, but too dangerous of one to indulge in.

Shibusen had a name to uphold, had something that needed to be fought for and if they lost any bit of credibility then that could put them on bad footing with the guests. No one wanted to be told that if they were less than human, there was a chance of them getting cut open and studied like some fascinating experiment. So Stein had kept his hobbies under wraps, spent a good deal of time outside of Death City away on missions to keep himself occupied so he didn't grow bored with idle hands.

And then there were the trolls, aliens who came in groups. It was one thing to see a single member of a race and have to refrain from getting his hands on one, but seeing multiples and learning more about their species was almost too much for him to handle. But they were weary of them, there were those who knew him too well and wouldn't allow him alone with any of them. It was disappointed, but couldn't be helped. Until they forgot, BREW was good for that at least. He was free to do as he wished, study as much as he liked and even get a couple of them on his table to do with as he pleased.

He still isn't quite sure if it's worth all this trouble he's invested in it, Condesce certainly is something that's a handful and takes up all that was left of his free time between responsibilities, still so uncertain if that's a good or a bad thing. But in the end, it's all for science and for the sake of the other guests. The more trolls that come, the more it is his responsibility to make sure they're safe and comfortable. And see which ones he can make deals with to get a little of their blood.

He had to wonder if there was more to this one, that perhaps if he assisted her with more she would willingly go under his knife. He doubted it, but maybe down the line it wouldn't hurt to ask.

Just as he said, it takes him no more than twenty minutes to make his way down to the Red Light District on foot and locate the troll that's going to make another dent in his wallet. Hopefully a smaller one, though he's fairly positive no one could make a dent as bad as Condesce has.

"I apologize for the wait." He would never bother investing in a motorcycle, walking was good exercise and he's fairly sure they wouldn't give him a licenses anyway just based on past experiences.

[spinneret_mindfang]

To occupy her time, she fiddled with the tiny mirror communicating back and forth with more people than she could deal with right now. So much information at one time had started to give her headache. About the only good thing that came from any of the conversations was word from Dualscar. That, at least, brought a smile back onto her face. Though, it did nothing to lighten the mood. More than a fair share of individuals proclaimed their knowledge of her death, and something about that irked her to the very core.

So much in fact that she had hardly heard Stein address her. She slammed that infuriating little mirror shut, her aggression masked behind the best smile she could produce under stress. "No need for apologies. I wasn't expecting you to be so prompt." She raises from her seat, much too eager to leave this place behind on the prospective of new outfits a drink. Mindfang is much too materialistic for her own good.

But she has to ask, this has been bugging her since the man's face appeared on her communicator screen. "Can I touch that?" She points to the screw head. "It's going right through you think pan. How are you still alive?"

[soulsutures]

The moodswings don't pass his notice, and as he'd been following most of her conversations on the network as a reference he really isn't all that surprised. She seems to be getting mixed reactions from everyone, though he's probably more intrigued with the conversation between her and the new purple text one than he should be, he'll leave those questions for another time.

As for her question, it's not a surprise either. Because a lot of people ask about the screw, ask about how he's still alive despite it going through his head the way it is. But that's not going to be something that he gives up easily. While he certainly could, why do something freely when there's something that could be attained?

"Only if you agree to a medical exam." Because while he's seen their insides, he hasn't had the chance to get a full study of their bodies and that's information he'd like to add to his notes.

[spinneret_mindfang]

Good, because he would get so many details that he doesn't want. All of the details. All of them. Mindfang has an incredulous look on her visage before she just outright laughs. "Now I know you're just a pervert with a fetish." Though, there's still not point in passing on free clothes. Seriously. "You said we are in the red light district, no? Why no go to one of the strip clubs and give them a 'medical exam'." She snickers, making her air quotes as dramatic as possible.

[soulsutures]

For a moment Stein actually looks taken back by the comment, it hadn't even crossed his mind to think of it in such a way but when she puts it like that he can understand why it would be something that one would assume. "Nothing of the sort. I'm a scientist, so of course knowledge of an alien race would be of interest to me. Not to mention at this moment I'm the leading knowledge here on trolls so if any of you were to get injured in some way during a mission I would be a better option to go to than the local medical teams."

But he may as well have a little fun with it, it wouldn't kill him. "Strip clubs don't interest me, they have nothing to offer and I usually have no need for this district unless I'm picking someone up. So I don't believe pervert would be the right word for it, although it's not the first time I've been accused of such. Some people just can't appreciate healthy scientific curiosity."

He knows that he certainly gave the wrong impression upon first meeting his students, with how he treated Maka at the time. But it's not his fault that the lines between science and inappropriate behavior blur so often. "To answer the other question, I performed surgery on myself to have it installed. Turning it adjusts my focus and helps me think better."

[spinneret_mindfang]

The comment is not meant to cause harm; just a simple jab at his personality. To be honest, she may have taken the advances to exam her as purely scientific if it weren't for the nature of their surroundings. Mindfang needed a little humor after that whirlwind of information shoved into her think pan. "I wonder, does that explanation work on every woman you ask for a pint of blood and them a medical exam?" She smirks, listening as he explains the surgery. She will not comment on how. . .useless such a surgery may be. He did just explain his interest in scientific endeavors.

"Tell you what, partial exams for a fee~" Stein, say goodbye to the rest of your money. She has a plan. "But we shall discuss the specifics of that after we find a suitable place to chat?" Please; the sun is going to be the death of her if she is out for much longer. She'll even let you draw her blood now if it means proper shade and removal of this ridiculous black hat. "By the way, I took the time to skim through your guide. I'm sure you know by now that Highbloods are susceptible to rage." For a moment she pauses, thinking on how to word this. "I'm a natural empath. It is my power to be able to manipul8 the mind and also use something called the vision 8fold. I've gathered that culling isn't in the nature of your race so how I, I suppose, avoid the unavoidable?" Let's face it. She's a sharp woman and there's no way she has a power sixth sense or any sense of apathy in her bones. This legitimately poses a problem for her and she'd rather like to stay alive after being told how dead she already is via communicator shenanigans.