Creative Science- Closed Rp With scientificallystarving
It did indeed sound like brainwashing then. Or possibly possession. She couldn’t rule out the idea of the wolves not actually being alive. Puppets, to wander about without will of their own. In that case, taming would be impossible, considering it would be Maxwell’s own eyes looking out at them from the canine.
Still, no harm in trying, she thought.
“Hmm.” She sounded thoughtful, a hand raised to her mouth once more, teeth absently nawing at a finger as if she didn’t notice the bitter ink on her tongue. “Might be dealing with some sort of wrath… It is possible the shadow control forms the basis of his powers. Shadows are everywhere. Control a things shadow then you can control the thing itself. In theory. Unfortunately I’ve only met one other person like Maxwell, and while I am loath to draw this comparison, Tony never showed off as much power as I’ve seen here.”
She told herself it didn’t matter. Tony would come for her. He had to. The stupid clock man wouldn’t leave her there. Not when they were raising students together. They might have had their differences in the past, but…
He would come. He felt the same things for her that she did him, he would come because, if it were him, she’d come for him just the same.
“Of course, he has to have some sort of weakness. Every creature does.”
Paige herself was guilty of arrogance, even if she wasn’t completely aware of it herself. Even with her memories back and the knowledge that she was mortal once again present at the forefront of her mind, the fact was that she was so used to dying and coming back that she still felt on equal terms with those who were truly immortal.
She felt that she could indeed face down this Maxwell and live.
It was of course, only a matter of finding him.
Wilson kept his eyes on her as she spoke her mind, only glancing away to take bites of his soup. Most of what she was saying was lost on him, unsure what she meant by a wrath or who this Tony was. She was something truly otherworldly, even by standards of this place, but clearly more experienced in what could be considered paranormal; considering she herself was, that wasn’t hard to correlate.
“As I stated, I have been here longer than I care to admit, and if he does have a weakness he takes great care to keep that information hidden.”
She was stubborn to find an answer and reclaim her freedom, even if the odds were stacked against them. Something he’d been working up to ever sense he arrived himself. Wilson had a feeling they would get along just fine.
“Though, one can only hope, my dear.”
Setting his bowl down, finished with his meal, Wilson put his hands together pondering for several moments. “I’m still unsure precisely where Maxwell resides in this wasteland, but I’ve had a theory for a while where to start looking.” He paused a moment, before quickly adding, “However, I must ask you to stay for at least a few days and learn what you can of this place before you begin your journey to track him down.” He didn’t need her getting a big head and running off immediately. He’s perished one too many times due to carelessness and didn’t care to see her do the same.
Wilson was only human. He was smart. A scientist. And he’d obviously done a lot on his own. Paige was over a thousand years old. She was used to being the only non-killable thing in the room. To say that she was careless, to say that she had a big head on her, was an understatement.
That said, she wasn’t about to go running away from the only human present.
“Of course. Thank you, for helping me with all this, friend.”
She smiled, brought her hands down to clasp them together in her lap. The woman couldn’t seem to bear keeping still, as the moment she stopped fidgeting with her hands she started rocking herself back and fourth, Small, restless motions, anxiety forced as far back under a smiling face as she could get it.
So focused was she on not being alone, so focused she was on the idea of learning about Maxwell and finding his whereabouts, Paige didn’t stop to consider that Wilson might be worried about her wellbeing when he said she should learn about the place first.
“I’m ready to start studying whenever you are. Just let me know. Of course, if you’d like to rest first, it can wait until tomorrow. It is getting late.”
She wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. She’d try to ear tomorrow.
Hopefully she wouldn’t feel so ill by then.
