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Professor Venomous checked the address written down on a slip of paper once more as he approached the doorstep a rather lavish penthouse. His newest business associate, by the name of Grima, told him to drop by to discuss their newest strategy on unleashing an organic, biochemical weapon onto their unsuspecting foes. His associate supplies the money or necessary equipment, and Venomous crafts it with his superior knowledge. A match made in hell, truly.
With a quiet sigh, he jammed the note into his lab coat’s pocket before reaching forward to press the doorbell. He heard the jingle for it play as he awaited for a response. After a few moments, shuffling of feet was on the other side of the door. When it opened, he expected to see Grima. Instead, there was a young man with pure white hair. A genetic oddity, truly. The scientist’s curiosity was already piqued in the other. What made his locks that way? Was it natural? Altered?
It mattered not. He’s here on entirely different business. It’s time to stay focused.
❝...I am looking for Grima.❞
He announced blandly, gazing downward to the other intently before away. Why wasn’t he moving? What sort of minion was he to not do as man says?...The other IS a servant, right? Perhaps not, by the looks of it. It seems he actually resides here. Must be a relative of Grima’s, then. Odd. The Professor was never informed of this.
After a good few minutes of awkward silence, the purple-skinned man decided to slowly lift his hands to gesture. Venonmous knew little sign language. It’s worth a shot to see if the stranger across from him is deaf.
