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 Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 6:51 am
Part of her wished that he had hurt her. She'd been a good girl, hadn't she? Sasha grew immediately irritated and withdrew her foot, an almost petulant expression ghosting across her face before flickering into nonexistence. She was not uncertain. Someday he would realize that. She briefly fantasized about wrapping her hands around his throat and squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until there was nothing left of him. These thoughts centered her, brought her back to focus. Patience. Patience. He was the mold from which other men should be formed, and he deserved a glorious end. Someday. "The one whose room you keep as though she's never been gone? That one?" Sasha took a bite of her dinner before reaching up to unpin her hair. A thick black braid fell over her shoulder before pooling in her lap, and Sasha ran her fingers down the braid before glancing at the doctor. She vividly remembered that little game piece, the one she'd thought was carved in her own likeness. It did not take her long to unbraid the length of hair, which then tumbled around her shoulders in tangled ebony ripples. "I remember a discussion we had, yes, Doctor."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 2:05 am
The doctor's expression grew fond and so very indulgent at the sight before returning his attention to the food. Between bites, not too small or too large or too eager, but appreciative and thoughtful, he began to speak, "I was in prison, when she recruited me." A wry twist of a smile, "I didn't really need Deus, I had already bonded with Marie. But my own research was... inconvenient in many countries. She offered me a place as division assistant, her assistant. Just a girl, younger even than you, facing me down across a metal table and surrounded by the best and worst humanity has to offer."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 12:21 pm
"What were you in prison for, Doctor? And how did you bond with Marie without the help of Deus?" The questions defiantly erupted from her; she hadn't wanted to ask, but she was obsessed with the man who sat across from her. He was everything she aspired to be, and so it did not seem unnatural to feel the way she did. After all, he had everything that she craved - power, power, power. Her own dinner was pushed around her plate - small bites taken here and there while the wine was emptied from her glass. "And what become of her?" Sasha slid her wineglass forward, an unspoken request for more.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:58 pm
"There are three things necessary for a bond to occur," the doctor lectured with a certain indulgence. "The first of course, a weapon. The second, a human being with potential. And third...a very, very near death experience." He made an expansive gesture and continued, "Deus has worked to make that process much more efficient, but is not, in its on right, necessary." He took a sip of his drink, and waited for the plates to be cleared as the second course arrived. When they were alone once more, the doctor went on, "I was imprisoned for research into the nature of what we call Fear. As to Velda Delacroix...tell me what you think happened."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:46 am
Sasha listened attentively, sipping from her wine glass once it was filled. She was thoughtfully silent for a long while, her eyes not on the doctor but the lights that twinkled all around them. "I think," she finally said rather slowly, "she made a terrible mistake. Which," Sasha turned her eyes back to the Doctor, a slight curl to her lips, "fortunately for you - and rather unfortunately for her - must have ended in her death." She took another sip of wine and settled back in her chair. "Or was it unfortunate for you, as well?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:49 am
He raised his brows and gave her a smile that was extremely gentle, "It was the greatest tragedy of my life."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 10:22 am
Sasha slowly tilted her head to the side and watched him intently in silence. Her eyes lingered on that gentle smile before darting up to meet his eyes. "The greatest tragedy of your life. You loved her, then?" The food was all but forgotten. "What happened to her?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:35 pm
"And what happens when you're in someone else's way?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:43 pm
"Me?" He began innocently, "In somebody's way? What a terrible thing to say, my dear, when all I do is enable and support people along their chosen paths."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:51 pm
"Mmm. And Velda, my cousin, did she, ah," Sasha ran her fingers along the rim of her wineglass, " enable and support people along their chosen paths?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 1:24 pm
"No, not at all." The look on his face was fond as he spoke. "She was quite ruthless, you know. Underneath all the girlish whimsy, she had a vision for Deus and the capacity to see it through at any cost. Other people's paths were her path or they went nowhere at all."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 2:13 pm
"How did it happen? Her death. I'm really very curious." She leaned forward on the table and rested her chin in her palm. "And how did her vision differ from yours?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 2:53 pm
"She was in my way," he repeated with quiet patience, a thing he rarely indulged with any semblance of being pleasant. The general details she could find out on her own had she interest in doing so. "The differences were many, but central was that she saw me as a means to an end, whereas I know myself to be the beginning."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 5:20 pm
Sasha toyed with her dinner knife before leaning back in her chair. "You are that, Doctor. The beginning. Everything about you is inspiring in so very many ways." She gave him a look of fondness steeled with something else, something ugly. "I'm very fond of you, Doctor, but sometimes I have to wonder if the day might come where you find yourself in my way."
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