by BaalsBaby » 02/22/2008 6:52 PM
Einsor fixed his gaze upon the treasure and held open his metallic claw, licking his lips as the man obliged and simply plunked the vial into it. Metallic fingers closed around the fragile thing, how that wicked claw could be so deadly yet so very careful when he wanted it to be. He held the vial at eye level and perused it with the red-lighted eye, scanning it's unseen contents and ingredients. There were a few blanks in the information, but he didn't care all that much. It would probably last him a lifetime without him ever needing to try and replicate it. Sometimes, even in science, there were variables that could not be explained or fathomed, and he had learned to accept that somewhat.
"It's all you'll need,"the man across from him said, as if on cue. "For those that cannot die by Time, by normal means. Simply speak the words 'Leave this world' after it has been injected and the patient will die."
"Death merely by the tongue? Delightful,"the doctor smiled and clasped his razor fingers around the vial again, hiding it from sight. "You're as much a devil as I, Lasveir, whether you know so or not. But I suppose that's all very well of your nature and debt."The suited man said nothing and only stared back from deep pockets of shadow. There seemed to be a fire dancing behind those hidden eyes, and he knew they were watching. He could feel an unnatural heat coming from the man.
"They don't trust you...You know that right, doctor?"the man, Lasveir, said then, his face still unchanged.
Einsor leaned back casually and stuffed the vial into his pocket, careful not to puncture the coat with a finger.. "No need for the titles, my friend. You yourself are one, as I recall. As for those who don't believe in me...what do I care for their misguided reasonings and desires? Had they mistrusted me any stronger, you would think that they would not have allowed you to come at all, don't you agree?"The claw drew repetitive parallel patterns into the soft wood of the table.
Lasveir shrugged slightly and nodded as Einsor continued. "And I thought you were free of them?"he said with a quizzical, piercing stare, folding his hands again.
"I chose to stay. We share a common goal..."
"I see, I see. Well then, I appreciate you coming all the way out here to deliver this."
The heat faded. Lasveir pushed his chair out, stood and took one sweeping bow, "Then I leave it you, Einsor. We will be keeping in touch, yes?"There seemed a kind of warmth in his voice now, as if they were old pals having just reunited after so long. Einsor recognized it as congeniality between men in the same field of work.
"Of course, of course."Just as quick as he had come, the black-suited man was gone in a puff of red dust just down the street.
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