Down on some unnamed island, things were getting slow. Doc Gramm had run out of things to learn here, and though this bothered him, there was no way out of the situation. To put it simply, he was bored, and the toys were all broken. Of course, by toys he meant rare specimens to disect and study, but toys all the same to a sociopath such as himself. He called over to his assistant, a girl that had been travelling with him, "
Eliza, we're moving on. Are you ready to leave?" A cheerful response echoed out not too far from where he was, "
Yes, daddy!" In all respects, he really wasn't her father, but he didn't discourage the girl from finding some joy in life. It must have been difficult, washing ashore with no memories, but Johnathan would help her somehow. Despite his general consensus that all humans were moronic garbage, he had to admit that he'd grown attached to the young lady, finding her personality amusing and thirst for knowledge entirely understandable.
ooc// Here are some pictures. I'll put up Eliza's profile right after this.
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