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The Chillin’ Villain attracts an colorful crowd, one with which Stone finds he fits in rather well. None of the self-proclaimed evildoers here have the Doctor’s capabilities or drive, but a few of them seem to get Stone’s general distaste for humanity in a way that makes for refreshingly honest conversation. It sets him at ease in a way in which it probably shouldn’t, and it’s not long before he’s let some of his professional demeanor drop in favor of relaxing into the electric atmosphere of the nightclub.
At first when the low lights in his periphery flicker and distort, he assumes he’s gone a little too far and allowed himself to slip past lightly buzzed straight into compromised. But as he turns lazily toward the swimming in his vision, he realizes that the visual distortion in the air around him is not a product of the whiskey in his hand, but is instead due to--
Well--
...actually, he’s not entirely sure what it’s due to. The orb floating next to him is unlike anything he’s seen before, and he blinks stupidly at it for a moment as he waits for the sight of it to resolve into something a little more comprehensible.
When it becomes clear that he’s seeing the orb just fine, actually, Stone’s look of confusion fades into one of obvious interest.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes wide. Not human, not quite machine-- this being looks like it could bend reality itself if it wanted to.
“I bet you were capable of something truly amazing before they brought you here.”