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@hankmccoyhere
So uh, how've ya been doing, doctor?
— @muttb4st4rd
I’m doing just peachy, stars and garters peachy indeed!
Well. That's definitely convincing.
The dilemmas of simple conversational starters have no intellectual bearing on my mind, so I give you what I will, and keep it at that. Is that a proper response?
You’re scary
Braaavah, scary indeed, if that’s what a simpleton wishes to name it
So uh, how've ya been doing, doctor?
— @muttb4st4rd
I’m doing just peachy, stars and garters peachy indeed!
*Scott knocks a couple times.*
Hey, Hank? Are you busy?
@scottsummers-xmen
Hank takes a deep breath, settling himself. He slaps on a warm smile, placing his glasses on the edge of his snout. He opens the door.
“Busy for you my friend? Never.”
*Scott smiles when he seems Hank.*
It’s nothing important. Just.. you ever notice how many abandoned warehouses and buildings and general there are nowadays?
Took a ride around New York City on my motorcycle. I counted six. And maybe it’s the frequency illusion after blowing up the one near the mansion but that’s a lot no?
There could be a logical explanation, the frequency illusion could be to blame. Always being there, but never noticing. Though the possibility of recession could also be the cause, most businesses once set in brick and mortar almost 80% fail.
He snorts
And I wish the city would just destroy those failed businesses because you know how many villains like to do their business there because no one checks them. How many drug deals happen there? And don’t even get me started on the rogues gallery.
*Scott tuts*
I’ve been debating starting a small campaign to get these things taken down. Even if not for the villains doing their business, they’re structurally unsound. I know the one that I blew up certainly is and the city has made no move to take that one down.
Hank looks at him a smile still on his face.
“Of course you would, would you go door to door with a pen and clipboard?” He tilts his head.
“Or perhaps we take matters into our own hands and tear them down brick by brick?”
*Scott ponders a moment.*
..I guess it would be easier to get the Hellions to do it. Not connected to the X-men which is why I like working with them. Of course they’ll ask for a couple heads but that shouldn’t be too difficult to get.
*Scott looks at Hank and smiles.*
I’ve really missed talking things through with you, Hank.
*Hank tilts his head, a strange smile graces his lips
As to you, my good friend, as to you.
*Scott knocks a couple times.*
Hey, Hank? Are you busy?
@scottsummers-xmen
Hank takes a deep breath, settling himself. He slaps on a warm smile, placing his glasses on the edge of his snout. He opens the door.
“Busy for you my friend? Never.”
*Scott smiles when he seems Hank.*
It’s nothing important. Just.. you ever notice how many abandoned warehouses and buildings and general there are nowadays?
Took a ride around New York City on my motorcycle. I counted six. And maybe it’s the frequency illusion after blowing up the one near the mansion but that’s a lot no?
There could be a logical explanation, the frequency illusion could be to blame. Always being there, but never noticing. Though the possibility of recession could also be the cause, most businesses once set in brick and mortar almost 80% fail.
He snorts
And I wish the city would just destroy those failed businesses because you know how many villains like to do their business there because no one checks them. How many drug deals happen there? And don’t even get me started on the rogues gallery.
*Scott tuts*
I’ve been debating starting a small campaign to get these things taken down. Even if not for the villains doing their business, they’re structurally unsound. I know the one that I blew up certainly is and the city has made no move to take that one down.
Hank looks at him a smile still on his face.
“Of course you would, would you go door to door with a pen and clipboard?” He tilts his head.
“Or perhaps we take matters into our own hands and tear them down brick by brick?”
*Scott knocks a couple times.*
Hey, Hank? Are you busy?
@scottsummers-xmen
Hank takes a deep breath, settling himself. He slaps on a warm smile, placing his glasses on the edge of his snout. He opens the door.
“Busy for you my friend? Never.”
*Scott smiles when he seems Hank.*
It’s nothing important. Just.. you ever notice how many abandoned warehouses and buildings and general there are nowadays?
Took a ride around New York City on my motorcycle. I counted six. And maybe it’s the frequency illusion after blowing up the one near the mansion but that’s a lot no?
There could be a logical explanation, the frequency illusion could be to blame. Always being there, but never noticing. Though the possibility of recession could also be the cause, most businesses once set in brick and mortar almost 80% fail.
He snorts
*Scott knocks a couple times.*
Hey, Hank? Are you busy?
@scottsummers-xmen
Hank takes a deep breath, settling himself. He slaps on a warm smile, placing his glasses on the edge of his snout. He opens the door.
“Busy for you my friend? Never.”
You’re mocking me…you insolent creature, you fiendish double whose intellect is stunted, you MOCK me. You mock my deeds, you mock my existence…you know that don’t you?
I hear your ever beating heart from your imprisonment, if only I could be rid of you, if only…villains cruel villains!
Cease with your mockery of my state!
He hits his hand against the wall, dust flying up. He hisses under his breath.
Because…because…because…all we ever think about, is because, to understand…well look at what it has brought us.
He laughs, his breath hollow watching the monitor as it progresses. A vial fills with a deep red liquid.
I’ve stumbled into the lion’s den, haven’t I?
so…what’s up with the theme…
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled — but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk
Wow.. okay so I was gonna ask.. if Scott has always had sensory issues pertaining to hand cream because he’s currently saying he’s going to end everything..
….but uh… that’s a new.. account theme…
It certainly is Anon.
“Dr McCoy?”
The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.
“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”
-@Atroxpanthera
Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”
He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.
“Ah the blasted thing.”
She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.
He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.
“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”
“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”
She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.
“Mmmh…”
Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.
“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”
The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.
“GH! AURORA!”
Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense
“Unruly.” He says under his breath.
“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”
She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.
“Apologies, my friend.”
“Not a worry! Not a worry at all.” He forces a smile.
“Have you been holding up okay?”
she walks to the door, seeing the small smears of blood, a curse leaving her lips
“Lanet köpek.”
“Ive been holding up just fine thank you.”
“Ah, just checking. You’ve been scampering about. I’ll leave you to your own device, just be warned, again, training. Children. Dear lord the splinters were about to get.”
She steps out of the room, muttering to herself as she waves goodbye, grabbing a rag to wipe the blood.
“Aurora. If you weren’t so lovable. I’d squish you.”
“EKEKE.”
The moment she’s out of the room he scoffs.
“Universal inconsistencies, how amusing if it weren’t ruining everything for me.”
“Dr McCoy?”
The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.
“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”
-@Atroxpanthera
Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”
He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.
“Ah the blasted thing.”
She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.
He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.
“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”
“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”
She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.
“Mmmh…”
Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.
“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”
The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.
“GH! AURORA!”
Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense
“Unruly.” He says under his breath.
“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”
She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.
“Apologies, my friend.”
“Not a worry! Not a worry at all.” He forces a smile.
“Have you been holding up okay?”
she walks to the door, seeing the small smears of blood, a curse leaving her lips
“Lanet köpek.”
“Ive been holding up just fine thank you.”
“Dr McCoy?”
The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.
“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”
-@Atroxpanthera
Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”
He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.
“Ah the blasted thing.”
She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.
He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.
“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”
“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”
She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.
“Mmmh…”
Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.
“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”
The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.
“GH! AURORA!”
Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense
“Unruly.” He says under his breath.
“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”
She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.
“Apologies, my friend.”
“Not a worry! Not a worry at all.” He forces a smile.
“Dr McCoy?”
The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.
“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”
-@Atroxpanthera
Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”
He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.
“Ah the blasted thing.”
She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.
He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.
“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”
“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”
She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.
“Mmmh…”
Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.
“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”
The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.
“GH! AURORA!”
Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense
“Unruly.” He says under his breath.
“Dr McCoy?”
The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.
“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”
-@Atroxpanthera
Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”
He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.
“Ah the blasted thing.”
She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.
He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.
“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”
“Dr McCoy?”
The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.
“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”
-@Atroxpanthera
Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”
He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.
Twin I’m a little concerned
A little concerned there’s no reason to be concerned. Everything is just fine and dandy. I’m still the ever lovable bouncing blue beast
