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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“If it’s only for a moment, it means that my success is short-lived. Nobody would believe me; they’d think I was a madman! Well… madder than they already think I am…! No matter, I’ll still try, a-and if I succeed, then I’ll show them! I’ll show them all…!” He wasn’t quite sure how to feel; but knew that there was a 50/50 chance of success. Although, failure was an option, and was equally as probable.
The doctor hoped it was anything but that.
“Madra, how would I be able to improve it if it’s only for a single moment? The secret of life… It’s more than just resurrecting something and calling it a day! It’s more complicated than that!”
“Well... I would believe you regardless Doc.” Madra tried to reassure him as she was well aware of how normal people would look down on science... sometimes even seeing it hand in hand with witchcraft.
However upon his second comment she sighed before thinking for a moment. Once she thought of a good way to answer her green eyes became serious as she stood on her toes to stand a bit closer to his eye level. “Then you try again, don’t let failure ever get to you. Anything is possible... take me for example, I should have been dead within a few days maybe even hours. Yet as horrible as Moreaux was he did what was thought impossible. And because of that I am still here... very alive and defying nature.”
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“A scientific breakthrough? It is most definitely a scientific breakthrough! Can you believe it? A man, creating life with his own two hands! It’d be… Astounding!” The doctor exclaimed, his disposition suddenly changing from solemn to excitement. He clasped his hands together in glee, joyous from the mere thought of what rewards and respect that his creation would bring him.
Junkenstein’s frown soon returned, worry evident in his expression. “But…” He began, barely above a whisper, “… What if he only lives for a moment? Would I be considered a fool for it?”
“Well... this is coming from a literal human chimera and I agree- this is basically just making a homunculus but without alchemy. It’s very fascinating.” She agreed with a slight fanged smile. Madra was a woman of science, this was the kind of stuff she used to be all over in. She was also amused since she had never seen him so ‘exited’ before.
However the moment he frowned again she tried to cheer him up. “In my opinion it’s just a stepping stone. Even if it lives for a moment then all you have to do is make it better, you can’t get worse- you can only improve on what you make.”
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Golems? I’m not sure what those are, but I’ll just trust you.” They sounded much like something out of a folktale, something like the stories his parents told him when he was a small child. Jamison felt that his creature was more of a being of chaos and destruction, but each to their own.
He frowned.
“I wouldn’t consider it a noble cause, Madra.” The doctor said, “I only want to see if it’s possible.” Many people before him had attempted at creating life but failed. Junkenstein was determined to succeed; even if the results were catastrophic.
Madra raised a brow. “Are you kidding, I consider this a scientific breakthrough if you do make a creature and give it life. This is what science should be... not getting living beings and seeing how far you can alter them without them dying. You are a good man Doctor, those people outside are just afraid of things the can’t possibly wrap their heads around.” She tried to reassure him with a small smile.
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“R-right. I mean, I should tell you since you’re a friend. It’s…” He hesitated for a moment, worried her reaction would be bad. “It’s a creature I made with my own two hands. I plan on resurrecting it and giving it life.”
Was it a crazy idea? Yes. Would he most likely be hung if the Lord were to find out? Yes. Would the doctor risk it all just to create life? He’d do anything to prove he wasn’t crazy; even if it involved him dying. Determination worked in strange ways – for the doctor, it even went to lengths of murder and chaos to achieve his goal.
“That’s it. That’s what I am working on.” It was hard to admit that the concept sounded much more realistic in writing; but in actuality? It was impossible. Junkenstein knew she’d most likely consider him mad, insane, – whatever word people were using to describe him behind his back that day – a lunatic. Jamison was used to it, after all.
She could tell he was nervous, she wondered why he was so secretive about this- I couldn’t have been that bad... and then she heard what he was making.
Instead of rejection her green eyes practically gleamed with amusement.
“Ooh so it’s like a mixture between a golem and a homunculus how fascinating.” Madra grinned as she seemed to go into thought. To her this was legit science, he was working with something dead and not live so by her standards this was fine.
“Bringing something to life sounds like a noble cause, hell some people are still after trying to find immortality so your plan here isn’t that odd.”
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“It’s fine, Madra. I don’t need to eat. Maybe later, but not now.” The doctor was making up excuses at that point. He wasn’t interested in eating, he was more interested in his friend’s story than anything else.
“I’ve been going around places as well. The longest I stayed in one place was when I was a child in Berlin.” Although Berlin wasn’t technically German, so to say; Junkenstein’s parents had told him he was born in Frankfurt and they ended up moving to Berlin due to his father getting a job in the city around two years later. After about fourteen years in Berlin, the doctor had run away at sixteen, going back to Frankfurt to study science. (Then there was his exchange program when he was nineteen, going to London until he turned twenty.) After, the doctor went to Adlersbrunn, and stayed there since.
His eyes widened when she asked the dreaded question. This whole project of his… His creation… It was supposed to be a secret!
“How am I to trust that if I tell you, you wouldn’t tell anyone else?” Junkenstein asked, suspicion in his tone.
“Ugh you are helpless... I guess all I can do is tell you to eat something later but you better.” Madra crossed her arms as she then heard out his story, it confirmed that he was technically German given his accent.
However when he seemed to panic a bit at her question she simply raised a brow.
“Are you kidding me Jamison? I trusted you enough to tell you what I am and you still don’t trust me? Aren’t friends not suppose to backstab friends?” She answered with a small pout as her lip curled up a bit to reveal sharp teeth along with a slightly inhuman growl.
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Your situation is much different than mine. I am merely outcasted, but you are hunted down. I don’t believe we have the same situation, but I do understand the feeling of rejection.” The doctor said, frown deepening. Compared to Madra, his entire ‘being an outcast’ situation was like a walk in the park. Albeit a park that constantly humiliated him, but still a park.
“As for you murdering some hunters and suspicious villagers? That surely does explain the few people that went missing.” It certainly did clear up his suspicions, but he wouldn’t blame Madra for it. The people who went missing were jerks, and most likely deserved it. “Although, I personally wouldn’t eat a person’s arm, I’m sure that in your case, it would be cannibalism, as you are still technically human.” It would be strange and very wrong, even with the unspecified amount of animal that was in the chimera.
Junkenstein sighed. “I don’t need to eat all that much, don’t worry. I can find some food when I need it, alright? I’m not starving myself, you know. I’m just too busy for trivial things like eating and sleeping.”
“Aye good observation. I’m not exactly updated with society seeing that most of my life I lived on an island and after that fiasco I mostly live in the woods now and never stayed for long in a place... I think this is the longest I’ve stayed in one spot.” She shrugged for a moment before shaking her head a bit at his comment of not needing food. She knew that was a big lie, same could be said of his terrible sleeping habits. She reasoned that he was so used to this destructive behavior that his body just rolled with it.
“You look scrawny I say you are, do eat something Jamison at least a handful of peanuts. I’d hate to see my only friend here end up malnourished it does terrible things to you.” She insisted as she called him by name this time, a first. For the most part she had simply called him Doc or Doctor.
“Also... you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but what exactly are you working on in your lab. My nose is pretty sensitive and if you are trying to dissect something you should probably get some ice to keep it from rotting.”
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Why would I kill a friend? It shouldn’t matter whether you are human or creature, you’re still you, Madra. I mean, people try to kill me all of the time! I just… don’t let them.” It worked on the occasion, but the rest of the time involved the doctor hiding away in his cottage until everything died down.
“The Lord is quite a jerk, but I do work for him, and he does fund my projects; although he has a severe dislike for them.” The doctor said, almost defending the Lord. “However, he does deserve to be stolen from. He has been hoarding food for God knows how long! One winter, our village almost starved while he feasted!” It was absolutely horrendous, but that’s how life was in the small village of Adlersbrunn.
“As for eating like a king? I’ll pass. I don’t eat much as is, and I would rather not get sick from eating too much.” Jamison already disliked eating already, the doctor considering it a distraction from his work and preferred not to eat unless he absolutely had to. “But thank you for the offer, my friend.”
“Well don’t act like you don’t know how humans act when they see something they can’t comprehend. Though I am beyond glad to see someone who sees beyond that. Guess everyone who is treated as an outcast by people know how it feels.” She nodded a bit as she went through the bag of stolen goods. She was pretty sure this would last for some two weeks even with her biological demands for mostly meat.
However at the mention of not letting one get killed she chuckled. “Oh I know that part, I’ve had to off some hunters or villagers from time to time who just wouldn’t leave me be. Honestly they should have known better animals strike back when cornered... though I do wonder would ripping someone's arm off and eating it count as cannibalism in my case?” She said with a bit of curiosity before bursting into laughter with a slight ‘growl’ undertone to it.
“Aha just kidding, humans are probably the most disgusting and unhealthy thing on the meat menu.” She quickly joked as she then shook her head at him denying himself food again. Honestly she had little clue how he could pull that off.
“Oh no you won’t be doing this again, you are skinny and require to eat at least some form of sustenance. There has to be something made out of poultry or vegetables that you like.”
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Well, yes, you’re still human, but at the same time, you’re not. But I wouldn’t consider you a monster, though.” To him, Madra wasn’t something to be feared, but admired and respected. After all, she had been through a lot.
“So you’ve been stealing from the Lord’s storage? It makes me wish that I had thought of that before. How come his guard dogs haven’t caught you yet?” The doctor inquired, now curious. “Surely he’s suspecting somebody is stealing his food.”
“Hmm... I suppose that’s a fair assumption. Neither humans nor animals seem to accept what I am at a glance. However I do appreciate you not trying to kill me right now. Last time I trusted a so called ‘friend’ they tried to kill me with a pitchfork and then got the whole village to hunt me down under accusations of a demon.” She said with a relieved and long shaky sigh as she clearly had expected the same reaction from him.
However at the mention of her ‘thievery’ escapades she couldn’t help but chuckle and grin a bit... revealing some rather long fangs and sharper looking teeth. This was one reason why she never really smiled or grinned. “Yes, he sounds like a jerk who treats you like a slave and doesn't appreciate your work either. So when I found my way into his storage room I helped myself. As for the dogs they fear me, I smell like a strange predatory creature and they keep their distance... though on occasion one gets brave like the one that got my arm this time but I quickly show them their place with a quick scratch. Last time I checked humans don’t have claws and can climb a 40 foot wall. Next time he calls you to the castle he will very likely think it’s a raccoon issue. I always make sure to make it all look like a rather cunning animal did it.” She said proudly and casually. She felt like she was doing good with how she on purpose thwarted every small pest trap that had been left in there at that point.
“Oh I almost forgot- just came from there. I know you insist that you don’t eat much but you can eat like a king here and it will very likely taste better seeing who it was stolen from.” She added with a smirk as she dropped the bag she had been carrying.
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“My God… He did all of that so he could create ‘the perfect human’? Why, you’re barely human at all!” Her whole story sounded like it came out of a science fiction novel, or even a film.
“And you don’t resent him for basically torturing you for all those years?” The doctor asked, worry and fury in his voice. If this is why Madra was afraid to take off her cloak, then the doctor completely understood. He was definitely concerned for her wellbeing, but if she was accepting of what she was now, then he didn’t wish to bring up old memories to change that.
“So… you’re a mix of a lot of creatures? What kinds?”
“I… I’m still human despite this. I’m just heavily altered, I still think like a human do I not?” She told him with a slight shrug and a frown. At least she didn’t feel afraid for her own life… the last time she had shown a so called ‘friend’ what she was she nearly ended up with a pitchfork impaled into her gut. This is why she had so much trouble trusting people, she believed humans were untrustworthy for nature and would always fear things they couldn’t understand.
His next question made her eyes narrow though, her pupils slitting a bit. One of her fangs popped out with a scowl. “Oh but I did… I had my suspicions when I first awoke but since I felt so much better and stronger I paid no mind to it. I regret trusting him with that, then again he was the only father I ever knew and he wasn’t insane at first. It was only until his assistant returned that I saw that damn look in his eyes and I knew something was wrong. He looked at me like I was a monster that crawled out of a horror story and attacked me, luckily my reflexes managed to save me before he undid the alchemy which is holding me together right now. I didn’t want to die but once he escaped I felt betrayed. I felt such anger my mind practically clouded and I approached my father in his lab. However since I still saw him as a father I couldn’t raise a claw to him. So I did what I had to do, I set free the test animals in his lab and let them do the job for me… not that it worked seeing that his assistant must think I killed him like a wild animal and he’s still hunting me down to this day. He must think I’m a danger to society.” She ended with a slightly annoyed look. This was one reason why she mostly had kept to the woods, there was scary things in it’s depths and not many explorers dared venture into it. She had seen her fair share of oddities in there too, but her own nature made her blend in and in some cases they even seemed fearful of her.
“But as you see I am not. I just want to survive just like any other living being. Though being a human chimera makes me be as hunted down as a mythological creature. I get mostly mistaken for a werecat or a werewolf though. So being a ‘perfect’ human is both a curse and a gift.” She added in as she sat down on the nearest chair casually to let some pressure off her injured leg.
“Correct… Moreaux wanted to keep me ‘looking’ human though. So he added in some natural weapons that humans lacked. All of my body is still human just altered and blended in with other things. I believe he altered some of my genetic code as well and that’s why I’m still alive, he made sure I would be as flawless as possible. As for what I am I now I’m a mixture of apex predators. I believe I’m 40% human the rest is altered with Lion, Bear, and wolf parts… So far that ungodly mix has kept me alive though it has some side defects.” She answered his question as she was a bit amused with how he didn’t seem to show any sort of aggression with her reveal… that was something entirely new in her book.
“Remember the Oktoberfest? First of all alcohol in this system puts in a hyperactive state that I could faintly hear the wing beats of a moth and the heartbeat of people who were close enough to me… this is why I don’t get drunk. Second my diet has to consist of at least 90% animal based matter or I’ll start getting nutrient deficiencies that make the altered part of my brain act up and demand I eat meat or it might get ugly- no don’t worry I would never eat Gertrude I’m well covered. However I think you would find some amusement that the lord of this town has some very poorly protected storehouses… Sneaking in through a ventilation window 40 feet from the ground is nothing new to me and his stock of smoked meats and poultry is downright amazing.” She chuckled wondering if he had suspected such a thing by now. She always did come back to the cottage with some fairly high quality foods on occasion and she had shared it with him on often. Quality smoked turkey didn’t grow on trees after all.
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Well, yes. Moreaux was very skilled in his craft. I even looked up to him as a child, but I decided that role models weren’t worth it and decided to figure things out from another source of inspiration.” He commented with a slight shrug of the shoulders. (As for his noticing of her extreme strength and durability, the doctor knew something was up but never found it to be important.)
“As for the your condition, why would I tell anyone? It’s not like anyone talks to or listens to me. Your ‘secret’ is safe with me.” It couldn’t be that big of a secret, right? It was probably something along the lines of albinism or another genetic condition, he assumed, not knowing that it was definitely much more than something like albinism.
“Heh... well that’s an interesting bit of information. Had you followed through with the idolization you probably would have been a veterinarian.” She chuckled a bit as she shoved her hands into her pockets and seemed to go into thought as they came back to the cottage.
“Hmm... good point. But still last time I ‘showed’ anyone I ended up being chased out by flaming pitchforks and accused of being a monster. The hunters still follow me but I think they might believe I’m dead after they shot my shoulder.” She said as she clearly seemed a bit nervous, oh how she wished her ‘issue’ would have been something like albinism. That stuff was practically normal compared to what she really had.
Exhaling a shaky breath she eyed the nearby window out of instinct, if something backfired she was clearly ready to jump out of it and run for her life as she was very used to by now.
“Well... I suppose an explanation would be needed first. Alchemists have some strict rules you see, one of the bigger ones is to never do human transmutation... however as expected some people can get away with that and Moreaux lived on an island. I believe his ‘obsession’ came to be after he lost an eye and due to lack of resources transmuted himself a new one out a lion’s one he had at hand. He then got the idea that humans were very flawed since that new eye of his was deemed far better than his original one. However as you’d expect finding someone who would be willing to become his perfect creation wasn’t easy.... but then my incident happened and I was left pretty damaged, some chemicals were leaking into the air you see and when enough of it got out it caused a bit of a chemical explosion with some organ damage. He said he found me in a coma and for the next year and a half while I slept he ‘fixed’ me up. He had everything he needed at hand to patch up the damage. He was truly a mad genius seeing that he could blend human flesh, bones, and organs with animal ones. Yeah yeah I probably sound like I’m crazy and I’m making this shit up but here I am, very alive, I’m what alchemists would call taboo since I’m a human chimera, a perfect one at that since I’m still alive thanks to how well Moreaux combined me. However his ‘ideal’ superhuman turned out to be pretty monstrous and that’s when I learned he dammed me to a life of being a freak, this is why I’ve been living in the woods on the run for the last two or so years since I got no other choice.” She sighed as she clearly was still VERY nervous...
She had to prove it of course, so sighing a bit shakily she was clearly afraid of his reaction being negative. She figured that her hand would be enough proof as she undid the restraints on her gloves and pulled it off. Even in the dim candlelight her hands were still human but clearly off, humans didn’t have claws and as someone who was used to seeing dead humans he would be able to tell that she had muscles and tendons in her hand that no human was supposed to have. The only proof that alterations had occurred were some fine scars that were hardly visible. Obviously some form of surgery had to be done for parts of the process and alchemy didn’t require stitches so most bio alchemists left barely noticeable incisions if any at all. However the mix did have some things Moreaux hadn’t intended. Her hands were clearly a different darker color of skin that faded out into freckles up her arm.
“And this isn’t all, like I said some of my internal structure including some organs have been altered. This is why my sense of smell, sight, and hearing are so perfect.” She added in a bit lowly as she pulled down her hood, this time she had no makeup to cover up the dark patch under her left eye along with multiple freckles. Her eyes were the biggest strange factor though, with nothing but torchlight her pupils almost seemed to glow a vivid reddish-orange which gave away that her vision even in dark places must have been phenomenal since humans didn’t have any eyeshine like most animals did.
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Well, it was a lot of bribery and work that got me where I am. And, well, the loss of about… two limbs.” The doctor said with a small laugh and a slight motion to his fake arm and leg. “You learn to get used to the differences in your body and life eventually, though.”
“Moreaux sounds like both a terrible man and a kind man, yet he intrigues me at the same time. Do tell me more of this ‘lab incident’ inside, alright?” The doctor asked with a kind tone of voice, motioning for her to follow.
Glancing at his mechanical limbs she figured as much, but she could agree that having some replacements was better than nothing... but she figured that mechanical limbs would be seen as more acceptable than the ‘alterations’ she had gotten. “Well I suppose I can say that I lost a few things but you know how Bio-Alchemists are and a mad genius like Moreaux was quite skilled with his craft.” She chuckled a bit as she followed him back to the cottage. She figured that by now he would have noticed that she appeared to be much more durable and stronger than she looked. Hell the dog bite to her arm didn’t seem to bother her much at all.
At his mention of wanting to hear the rest of the story she paused for a moment... well she figured this would have happened sooner or later. “Hmm... I suppose I ‘could’ tell you under one condition. Either you won’t tell anyone or you exchange a secret or something about something that could end up having you chased out of this town by an angry mob or worse. I think that would make it even.”
“Well, I was allowed to fight before I decided t-to fight the Lord…” He mumbled, looking at the ground with guilt.
It was a dumb decision he made two years back, and he didn’t exactly regret it, either. “If you’re… you’re gonna take me home, then go ahead, let’s go.”
“Yeah I figured as much. People don't like being punched and no offense but you could hurt your wrists doing that, you sort of remind me of a cheetah, lanky and shouldn’t be picking fights with tougher things.” Madra pointed out as she walked casually next to him and made sure that he didn’t try anything too stupid. the few hours they had been at the fest had been fairly chaotic in her opinion and she had stolen enough cheese and salami to keep her snacking for some time.
“And glad you have come to your senses doc, if you are suffering from one hell of a headache later I could try to neutralize the alcohol in your system. I do happen to be a pretty good Bio-Alchemist after all.”
☽ and ❂ {Wandering alone at night and wiping blood off her face cause why not XP}
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☽ = wandering alone at night .
❂ = wiping blood off their face .
It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Worrying is what I do best, my friend. Well, asides from building machines, that is.” The doctor said with a worried smile, constantly checking the path to the cottage to make sure it was safe.
“I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen. I don’t think I understand what you went through, but I do know what it’s like to be on your own for a long time.” It was a long story, though, and Junkenstein didn’t want to dwell on it.
Madra kept silent as she tilted her head downwards a bit to evade eye contact for a moment. She felt a bit of embarrassment and conflict of course, at this point she wanted to call him a friend too but... last time she had been in a similar scenario and her ‘friend’ had ended up rallying the entire town into a monster hunting mob the moment she saw what her ‘odd’ friend really was.
She supposed that the ‘werewolf’ accusations had come from there.
Sliding her gloved hands into her pocket she sighed a bit at his second comment. “That sounds harsh, but at least you are still alive so you must be doing something right. And you got a place to live in even if it is far from perfect given the people around here but humans are always like that. Anything ‘different’ is out of their comfort zone.” She said ‘different’ with a bit of a bitter tone. If anything years of isolation and harsh reality had made her very distrusting and hateful towards common villagers.
“Hmmm... yes solitary life is a bit of a complex thing. I’ve learned to deal with it the hard way, I trust you enough to confess that I hide my appearance since a ‘lab incident’ has altered me. It could have been worse and I could have been dead given what was done but Moreaux fixed me up as best as he could.” She added in feeling like he could know that much.
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It was nearing midnight, and the doctor had been worried about Madra for a few hours now. She hadn’t returned to his cottage, and in his own opinion, it was late. Extremely late.
He sighed, knowing he had to go and find his friend.
Junkenstein ventured out of the cottage and walked around the border of the forest, until he eventually found her.
“Madra…? Are you alright?” He asked, hoping she could hear him. (It was from a distance, and he was talking quietly.) He noticed she was out alone, and was holding her face. And coating her hand was a blackish substance. Blood.
“Oh my Lord…” He muttered to himself, rushing to where she was.
“Yes, I worry about you! You just vanish in the middle of the night, and it’s just odd!” The doctor exclaimed, gesturing to the girl. “I get worried sick!”
And as for the dog bite she had, the doctor sighed. It wasn’t that big of a bite, but he was starting to run out of bandages. (There had been a ‘work-related incident’ earlier that day, and it caused him to use up most of his medical supplies.)
“Just come inside, alright?”
Madra’s eyes narrowed for a moment as she felt a bit embarrassed at his statement. Lowering to hide her face under her cowl a bit she couldn’t help but think ‘yeah right, if you really knew what I was you’d probably just run and scream like everyone else’
Sighing a bit in defeat she figured she should just play along. She should be grateful to him for giving her a roof to hide under until she got kicked out or something.
“Alright... but you really shouldn’t worry so much. I’ve done fine on my own for years... the bullet incident was just bad luck shit happens.” She told him as she followed him back to the cottage.
Damn... I’m so tempted to start up a new RP blog... a digimon one.
I’m pretty darn tempted to do Bayonetta Beelstarmon and have her wreck havoc along with her BFFS and brothers in crime (aka Triggerhappy cowboy and German gun dragon)
