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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Moonlight Cigarette [Log;; Evette]
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:33:46 GMT -5
Madame Evette: Evette is on the top of a very tall high end hotel. It is not a place people are supposed to be- in fact she's managed to get herself locked out up there. For the tiem being though she doesn't mind. She is wearing a soft, black fur coat, a pair of red heels, and red lipstick. Her turqois hair is loose in curls that cascade around her face and down her back, twisting idly in the breeze. The cold doesn't seem to bother her, though she does keep the coat closed tight. Between her fingers in an antique silver cigarette holder, and she smokes a clove cigarette from it idly, watching the city pass by like ants on the sidewalk below.
Thaal Sinestro: Sinestro still hadn't grown used to being on earth- if anything, the longer he spent there, the more restless and confused he seemed to grow. Naturally, he blamed the planet for all his recent mishaps, as well as the sudden oncoming of feelings he found himself contending with. It was unusual, putting it mildly, for him to have to deal with things like feelings. But there they were, clear as day, and he had no choice but to try and deal with them.
That didn't seem to stop him from attempting the exact opposite, however.
He had spent the greater portion of his day fighting crime around Gotham City, blasting bad guys into next week and generally making criminals suffer for the sake of distraction. It used to be so easy- he saw a bad guy and they deserved to be beaten to a pulp. Killed, if need be. Not anymore. Suddenly he found himself wondering if his methods had gotten tilted somewhere along the way. If he was... wrong about things. Damnit. Damn his time on earth, and damn his time with his daughter. Both had done nothing but confuse him. Just what the Guardians had wanted, no doubt. To send him into some kind of downward spiral to make him more easy to control.
Sighing heavily, he flew through the air, annoyed with himself and his surroundings. He paused, distracted from his thoughts once more, when he saw a rather elegant lady standing on top of a roof. She seemed decidedly out of place, but further than that- his ring seemed to indicate that there was something a little less than human about her. Curious enough to investigate, he supposed. So he lowered himself to the rooftop, his green glow vanishing as he stepped onto the rooftop. "A little cold for sight seeing," he informed her lowly.
Madame Evette: The woman turns and looks at him. Set into her delicate pale face are two wide eyes of stark black. They seem to have no whites, as though the pupil has swallowed them up. Her eyelashes are thick and yet delicate looking. The eyes though black, still seem intent on the stranger as she looks at him. When she blinks it is slowly, as though it is something that must be remembered, or else that is timed for efficiency. It gives her an almost ghostly elegance. "If you are cold Monsieur I could procure a jacket for you." She speaks smoothly, a thick French accent colouring her words. She ashes her black clove cigarette on the ground delicately, her fingers manincured in perfect, slick and shining black polish.
Thaal Sinestro: "I do not feel the cold," Sinestro continued easily enough, "I was simply wondering why you were up here. If you plan on jumping, I'll leave you to it." He really didn't care if she sprang off the building- one less human to either protect or beat up. Either way, it seemed like a win in his book. Still, he knew she wasn't there to end her life- it hardly seemed like she was distressed in the least, in fact. All the same, it was a little strange to see someone there, on top of a building without any kind of company or roof top entertainment.
He was admittedly a bit curious.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched her, tilting his head slightly to one side. In truth, he did feel the cold biting around them, but it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. While the planet was colder than the one he had known, he refused to let things like weather effects display on his face. Anyway, if he had his green light up, he really could block the cold from his body. He just didn't feel the need to be that much of a baby about it just yet.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? Seems the direct approach would be easiest for you to comprehend."
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:35:36 GMT -5
The woman smiles in a softly playful way. She doesn't seem to mind the cold either. Even though her body temperature is reading at about the same as outside. It is maybe five degrees warmer, perhaps for sake of the coat. She has no goosebumps, no reaction to the weather as though her body does not register it at all. "Is it not obvious?" She takes a drag from the cigarette holder. It has the allure and charm of a 1920s starlet. Of course, the coat and her antique, expensive looking necklace and earings didn't hurt either. She has a very peculiar way in smoking. As she exhales it is a steady, slow stream that she inhales into her nose. It displays an odd, slow breath control that is somehow tidy and petite in mannerism. "The hotel. She is non smoking."
Sinestro tilted his towards the door she must have come through, nodding in understanding. "I see," he hummed, "I suppose I didn't know what kind of building this was." He didn't really know much about the structures of earth, though he did enjoy learning about them. They did have something like hotels on Korugar, of course, but they weren't similar in design. Korugaran buildings were much more advanced, after all. Still, it seemed strange for her to be out on the roof just for a cigarette. Perhaps she was on one of the higher floors, and it was just easier to go up than down. He really didn't know, and since it wasn't anything more than a normal human habit, he didn't care much either.
"I apologize," he said absently, "I suppose I should not have interrupted you, since there seems nothing for me to help with here. I will leave you to your cigarette, if it would please you."
Maybe he could find a mugging or a car theft in progress- something he could use to take his frustrations out on. Nothing like a bit of misplaced anger to get through the day. His sharp yellow eyes flickered back to the woman, his curiosity about her only mounting. There was something very different about her, besides the obvious. More interesting 'mutant' powers he had been learning about, or something else entirely?
"Don't be silly." The woman says still smiling at him. "I can smoke alone any time. But you are here now." She takes a few steps toward him. They are the steps of a confidant woman- as though she's been wearing high heels for eternity. Her natural grace comes from the fluidity of her movements, and her hips sway in a way that would make a catwalk blush. When she is an arms length from him she offers her free hand to him, a large, unique looking ring on her finger with a stone that is a purple so deep it looks nearly black. "It is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur. I am Madame Evette." If he shakes her hand he would find it cold, as expected, maybe more so. Her skin is as flawlessly smooth as silk.
Sinestro watched her approach, looking down at her as she neared him. It didn't bother him much if she wanted to introduce herself- the crime would be there after they had their conversation, he supposed. There would always be crime. It was part of his frustration. She, however, had not managed to annoy him yet, so perhaps it was a better alternative to hang around at least a little longer.
He took her hand, though did not shake it. Instead, he gave her a light kiss on her knuckles. For him, it was a more appropriate way of greeting females than a thuggish handshake. Females deserved to be treated with a little more respect. He noted the lack of temperature in her hand, though said nothing, offering her an impassive nod in greeting.
"I am Sinestro," he introduced himself easily enough, as though it never got old to tell people who he was. It was usually better if they already knew him, however. More fun. "The pleasure is mine, it seems, to meet such an... interesting creature. Tell me, are you human?" Right to the point, as was normal for the mighty Green Lantern. A charmer he was not.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:37:06 GMT -5
Evette smiles just a little more at the kiss. It is a subtle but definitive sign of her approval. She does not seem to mind the direct question. In fact her expresion remains the same- pleasantly amused. Her black eyes house secrets like a botomless vault. "That depends very much on how you would define a human." she answers him directly. She doesn't offer information freely, per say, but it's clear that should he have the right questions she would provide answers.
Sinestro chuckled. "I define them as annoying little specs of dirt unworthy even to look at me," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "but if you're looking for something a little more scientific, your body temperature seems lower than a normal human would be able to handle, and your eyes would be considered incapable of sight. Not that I don't like the look, mind you." His own eyes, while not entirely of one color, were swimming in a sea of black, rather than the regular white. It only added to the sharp nature of his yellow eyes.
He looked at his ring, whose scanning systems could easily gather the informaton he wanted, if she didn't feel like answering him. He, however, did not, have the ring focused on her, nor was he sneaking the answers through his little trinket. Call him old fashioned, but it seemed rude when there was still a chance she could tell him on her own. Why leap to sneaky tactics?
He was supposed to be a 'good guy' according to human standards.
Sinestro looked at the woman again, smiling faintly. "if it helps: I am not from this planet, as you may have guessed. I come from a place called Korugar. All the same, I tend to know a human when I look at one."
She is silent for a moment, considering his words, his motions. She understands body language in a way that gives her subtle nuances more information. But her ways of detection are based on her ability to seperate information... to slow down and not be distracted by things like her own heartbeat. "Ah, I shall refrain from using a more literary paralell then and put it plainly for you. Tell me Monsieur Sinestro. What do you know about monsters? Not the kind intended for scaring children, mind you but instead the kind that probably did exist on the very streets you called home in Korugar. What do you know of what drives them?" It is an odd question perhaps, but one which she positions eloquently. If he is to understand what she is, she needs to know what terms to use in order to describe it to him. She understands what it is to be a stranger in a new place better than most. Her travels may have only been on one planet, but being transplanted into any culture... no matter where it was... was always an alien expierence. Evette speaks in a way that belies this intelligence- she will find common ground to explain herself if he is patient and contiues to mind his manners.
"I do not believe in 'monsters' in a human sense of the word," Sinestro replied without much hesitation, "I know of them, and understand their lure, I even used it to my advantage in another lifetime, but I do not think they are a thing of their own. They still fall into 'human' or 'not human' categories. Mutants, outcasts, anomolies, perhaps, but still relatively easy to define." He watched her, wondering what she was getting at. For him, such things were easy to comprehend and scientifically define. He had been all over the universe and run a team comprised of 'monster's. He did not believe in anything particularly special about them.
But she seemed to have them separate in her mind, which confused him a bit. He didn't really know how to approach the situation. Was it because he was an alien, and just didn't get the importance of story book characters? Was he supposed to be surprised to hear they existed?
"I knew what humans would call a 'vampire' once. He longed to be a member of my corps, but it never came to pass. He was even of this planet, so perhaps the most akin to what you're speaking of. Your 'werewolves' I have seen on many planets- the ability to shape shift is much more common within the planets of my former sector. And I can't forget 'zombies'. Your planet was once over-run with them, though perhaps not in your dimension. I fought them off with other lanterns to protect this miserable place. So... I suppose I would say I'm well-versed in monster mythology and reality." Was he babbling? Maybe. But he couldn't deny that, as he spoke about it, he did find a certain interest in what humans called 'the supernatural'. Just knowing they were generally wrong about things always tickled him. Even if the subject matter itself was rather mundane for him, human reaction never failed to amuse.
"Where do you fit in with all of this? Are you a supposed 'monster', too?"
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:44:35 GMT -5
Evette chuckles lightly and takes another drag from her cigarette. "You misunderstand me. There is no monster greater than simply a man. They hunger in some way maybe. They covet as equally as they kill. Or perhaps it is simpily the kill that they covet. I am what happens when such a man covets his prize and his control so much that he defies death to get it." She has a way of speaking about it that is cold and detached... but not in a cruel way. It was simply matter of fact. This is what she was- frankenstien's monster, in a strange sort of way if Sinestro knew such a reference. Or perhaps his bride, judging by her beauty. It was no wonder she looked as she did... she was groomed, maybe even built this way, and then perfectly preserved. All her years have aged her like a fine wine, not like a rotting corprse. Evette slips her free hand into the pocket of her fluffy black coat. It was an elegant looking garment. It has a thick collar which looks snuggly and reaches to mid calf. Whatever was underneath it, if anything at all, was not able to be seen. "I can't say I'm not in agreement, in some ways," Sinestro replied, "humans are very stupid, primitive creatures. But there are many kinds of monsters out there. Most would consider me among them, given the things I've done in my time." It had never bothered him what humans had thought before- why did it bug him now? And not only humans, but all beings. He was starting to hate how he had pushed himself away from his own planet. How he only had himself to blame for it.
A matter for another time, perhaps.
"I see, so reanimation is the name of the game," he hummed, "but I suppose you would not call yourself a zombie, and nor would I. Even the black lanterns, with senses in tact, did not look or act like you." She was some kind of high class zombie, if she was one at all. But he supposed she had to have been some kind of experiment gone wrong, simply because of what she had said. "So you had died, and now... someone brought you back. But I suppose it's not all as simple as that- clearly there have been complications, since you are not simply human again. Still, I wouldn't consider that strange. Such matters are rare, but not unheard of. I had a few reanimated members in my corps, though none so pretty. Tell me- what makes you different? What are more of your complications?" Color him nosy, but he did want to know more about her. It was always interesting to investigate the various ways humans failed. He wanted to know her story, though he imagined they would need more time before he got anything too detailed out of her.
They had only met, after all, and perhaps the nature of her being was personal to her. He certainly wasn't ready to babble on about his wife and his love for old ruins.
Evette smiles a little playfully, the flutter of her eyelashes almost akin to a smirk. She's not offended by his nosiness. If nothing else she was enjoying it. "I dislike the z word." with her accent it sounds more like 'zee zee word' and it is, girlishly charming. "And yes, I have died. More than my share, perhaps." She shrugs her shoulder, the fluff of her coat collar brushing her creamy cheek a bit as she does. It also ruffles her peacock blue-green hair a little. "I appreciate the compliment Monsieur SInestro. I find beauty to be the most delightful paradox. It is something relative, and yet when it rings true enough it echos with the most lovely harmony." Evette is longwinded perhaps, but when she speaks it is with an eloquence that makes people -want- to listen. She speaks with the candor of truthfullness and an old world charm. She smiles at him and winks. "Let us say for now that I have a very strict beauty routine. It is not that I am shy about the process, Monsiuer, I simply feel that what happens in a lady's bouduar should stay there." Was she hitting on him? Well no, not really. It was her being playful. She has no interest in him beyond his company right now. Her joy is the conversation and in observing him. Still she doesn't say she won't tell him more. Perhaps it is her way of saying she needs to know him better. Or maybe she simply doesn't wish to discuss it outside. She has a peculuiar manner to her that suggests she is being quite literal.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:46:16 GMT -5
"If we're being honest, I've died a couple of times myself," Sinestro replied, "though I suppose never fully. Or perhaps I'm just a zombie without the mad scientist upbringing, who knows?" He sighed, not sure he believed her about beauty- he had only said it to be nice. Her skin wasn't falling off her face, which was what he had dealt with during the blackest night. Compared to that, he was beautiful, and he knew he wasn't a classic looker by most planet's standards. Even his own. Still, he liked to think he had a certain handsomeness about him. Maybe when he smiled or on those rare moments where he didn't look ready to kill someone. Arin had always said he was a handsome man.
But lovers tended to be biased.
He laughed when she talked about her measure for keeping herself pretty. That was NOT what he was interested in. "Forgive me, you misunderstand. I was actually more interested in knowing if this process, whatever had happened to you, left you with any other abnormal traits beyond your eyes and body temperature. Perhaps new skills or certain habits you now have to adhere to. I assure you, you can keep what happens in your bouduar to yourself." He smiled, absently running a hand up his arm. He would never admit it, but he was getting chilly standing with her on the roof of that building.
Evette is happy with his reply. She draws in the last of her cigarette before answering again. If she did have somewhere to be at this odd hour she would get there when she was ready. For now she was exactly where she wanted to be. Mentally engaged. "What the late Dr. Pennbrooke did not anticipate is exactly what it means to fight with a girl. I was always quick to learn. I get bored easily, I have much time, and I am observant. What Dr. Pennbrooke left is now only mine. His notes, they were thorough. Detailed through madness. With them I have been able to utilize the remnants of chemicals which are fused with my biochemical components" Evette talked about it like a mechanic does a suped out, one of a kind aston marton. And she drove that body like a stund driver when the mood so suited her. "It is a complicated process. But I'm a woman. Why wouldn't it be?"
She sounded like a normal girl to him- observant, bored easily, quick to learn. Nothing there was particularly outstanding to him. Maybe she didn't have any special talents. He would have thought there may have been an increase in strength or some kind of new weakness she hadn't had to deal with before. But maybe those were all things she considered inappropriate to talk about to someone as strange as he was. When it came to strangers, he had to top the list. Nodding, he didn't interrupt her while she spoke, though he found himself slightly disinterested in her lack of information. Still, she wasn't horrible. Even if she was a round two human, she was still one of their kind, and for one of their kind, she wasn't one he felt he needed to get away from. Maybe they would get to a point where they could explain more about themselves without feeling concern.
weirder things had happened.
"Complicated for humans, perhaps," he said, "but I doubt it would be much trouble for me to understand. Despite how I might look in this green and black uniform, I'm quite smart." He didn't mean to brag, but he HAD created yellow rings from simply having worn one for a while. He knew more about technology and science then many seemed to give him credit for. He had always been a good student.
"But you're right about one thing- women are always complicated," he almost laughed, "I can't imagine things ever being easy with one. No offense, of course. I just remember my wife being trouble more often than not. Stubborn. Strong willed. She should have a green ring as well." He hadn't meant to talk about her, but the words had flooded out before he could stop them.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:47:34 GMT -5
Evette is as easy to talk to as she is to listen to. She was simply so still... So serene in her elegance. Queens could take lessons from her. "She sounds like my kind of woman." Madame Evette purrs. Evette appreciated women more than most. "You must have been clever to claim her. A stubborn woman can only be so because she has passion. Fire." Evette speaks exspressively on the subject. "one needs fire to make a house a home." Evette smiles in a wistful way. She was a woman who believed on love, even in this crazy hurtful world. "Perhaps you will offer kindling for me? I would be intetrsted in your opinions on a few matters of a scientifically creative matter. Some of it is rather private, however. So while I trust you are an intelligent man, I am curious if you have any.... How do you say? Credentials?" Evette saw an opportunity for both of them to learn. It was worth making the proposition and she does so quite professionally.
Sinestro chuckled. "I didn't need to be clever," he assured her, "when we saw each other, we knew. But we don't need to talk about that- past is past, after all. All good things come to an end." He sounded almost bitter for a moment, but was quick to brush it off. Sighing lowly, he ran a hand through his slicked black hair, taking a moment to compose himself before he dared say anything else. It was difficult to speak of Arin without either dealing with lots of memories, or getting really angry. This time, it seemed to be a bit of both.
He listened as she continued, an eyebrow arching in clear interest. "Credentials? I suppose nothing on paper, as you humans are so fond of, but I have kept many a secret in my time. As far as my intelligence, well, I don't mean to brag, but I do believe I am quite a bit more advanced than even some of the more intelligent humans on this planet." He used his ring to display a green-hued, holographic schematic of the base he had recently built deep beneath the ocean waters, the large structure brimming with its various computers and equipment. "This base exists on this planet. I created it within the few weeks I have been here. It may even prove of some use to you, possibly. I have to say, you have my interest right now."
"Thank you, I do appreciate discretion." She says it simply. His assurances were adaquate. "The processes I was exposed to have changed several compinents of my body. With research and time I have been able to isolate some of them. Extraxt and synthesize. With them it is possible to override certain systems of the body. Improve them." She says it ambiguously so it is unclear if such a thing she uses on herself... Or if it was for others.
Sinestro frowned. "Alright, that's all very interesting, but if you have already done this sort of research, I'm finding it difficult to know what it is you'd like me to help you with." He watched her a moment, wondering why she was telling him about the research. Because she wanted to share? Because she had something in mind? Maybe she was just humoring him. All the same, she hadn't told him much. It almost seemed like she was just toying with him.
"If you're looking for a test subject, I'm not sure I'm ready to leap onto the medical table." Not that he was afraid to- he didn't fear anything. Which was probably a bad thing for him. It often led him into trouble when he was the type to do foolish things just to prove he wasn't scared of them. He hoped his years in battle had helped him get over that urge, but he knew it was a dim hope at best. He would always be a stubborn sort. Good thing it felt like she didn't need a test subject- he imagined someone who had already died more than once had a decent body for experimentation.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:49:03 GMT -5
"I didn't suggest that you should Monsieur Sinestro. I have been able to extract these substances yes, however it may be posible to improve them. Or perhaps there are other substances alltogether simply waiting to be tapped." She smiles smoothly. "I prefer to think in terms of possibilities. It keeps things interesting."
Sinestro frowned. "I'm a bigger picture kind of person too, but you'll have to forgive my lack of enthusiasm- I don't know very much yet, after all, and I don't know what there may yet be left to discover." He shrugged his shoulders, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her. Even if he didn't sound very enthused, he was eager to see the research. At least it would give him something to go off of. At the moment, he really only had what she had told him to go off of, and studying human anomolies really didn't strike his immediate fancy
”Well, perhaps you will be able to make use of my lab at some point, though for now I think it's better to leave its location a secret. What is a hero without his fortress of solitude? In the meantime, where have you been doing this research of yours? Hardly seems like you could rent a high-tech lab inside this hotel. Even if it is a nice one." Though she looked like a rich type. He had heard the ones with money could do pretty much whatever they wanted.
Something this planet and Korugar actually had in common.
Evette smiles a bit and tucks away her cigarette holder. It attaches neatly to a case that presumably houses the cigarettes themselves. "But of course. I do not live here Monsieur Sinestro. I am here on business." Business. Always business really. But dressed like that and in a location like this? Must be an interesting business. "As you said. One must have their fortress. I am only as they say... visiting."
Sinestro nodded. Really, he didn't need to know what kind of business she was on- he didn't need to know everything that was going on in the city. Anyway, he imagined she wouldn't have been honest about it even if he did inquire about the nature of her visit. Some things were probably best left to their mystery. At least she didn't look like she was ready to blow him off. Whatever she had planned, whether she had something up her sleeve or not, he was interested enough to give it a chance. Probably went back to the lack of fear thing.
"Well, perhaps when you are finished with your business here, I can give you a lift to your little fortress. That is, unless you do not want me to see it. But then we might have ourselves at a bit of an impass."
He had to wonder if he had been interrupting her 'business' at that point. If she was there for some reason, wasn't talking to him kind of getting in the way of that? Unless they were used to her taking really long cigarette breaks, of course.
The Madame adjusts her coat a bit "I am finished here for the night and have everything I came with." She says simply. Her eyes flutter to the door she came with. "I am afraid however that the door, she locked behind me." She looks back to him with her black eyes "So we cannot go down the way I came up."
The Green Lantern looked at the door, unimpressed by it. Just because it was locked didn't mean he couldn't get into it. Even though he didn't need to, he had the ability to unlock the door without any real effort. Or, if he had been feeling a little more like showing off, he could have blown the door from its frame completely. However, he was feeling like both methods would be a greater waste of his time. Why go down, when you could go up? She already seemed to subscribe to that sort of thinking, anyway, so who was he to ruin the flow and let them head back down.
Sinestro smiled.
"I hadn't intended on us going down," he replied almost coyly, his ring glowing faintly before a green light surrounded her. Gently, it lifted her off the ground, as though she had suddenly been granted the ability to fly. And, assuming she didn't get too far ahead of him, she had. His ring controlled the actual flight, but she was more than free to move around as she pleased, to make it seem like she was in control. "Come along," he told her, "you'll have to lead us since I don't know where this base of yours is."
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:50:18 GMT -5
Evette's eyes blink curiously a few times in surprise and then she smiles like a Cheshire cat. "Well, isn't that marvelous." She seems to take a moment to get adjusted but then handles the situation as though she was walking through the park. "Follow me then." She says gently, leading the way at a casual yet confident pace. She's efficient in her directions, taking full advantage of the new vantage point. The coat stays closed around her, though occasionally this is a more active process than she'd readily admit. It isn't that the cold is bothering her. In fact, it's almost like she cannot even feel the wind on her face. She leads them to a large brick building painted in black. The sign over the front door would be lit in the comming days. For now, however, it is off as the club has not officially opened. The sign reads Little Death and the large double doors display a logo with a skull and rose in pink. Evette lands by the door, her heels tapping lightly as she fidgets with one of her necklaces.... The charm is elegant, but is also a key.
Sinestro smiled- she seemed pleased by the idea of flight, so perhaps he hadn't been too demanding with his actions. Normally he ended up doing things people didn't agree with, which often resulted in people trying to kick his ass. So this was good. She was smiling. The probability of his getting into trouble seemed to be minimal, so long as he kept her in the air and didn't do anything to turn her into sidewalk pizza. But she never ventured too far out of his line of sight, mostly keeping to her seemingly normal level of composure and calm. He wondered what it would take to make her break away from that mask- if it were possible at all.
Why he was wondering that, he couldn't say.
When they landed, Sinestro looked up at the building, a little confused. He liked his base, but he hadn't thought to name it. "What kind of a place is this?" He asked, assuming where ever she did her research was actually beneath or beyond the building before him. He allowed the green light to fade from the both of them, the possibility of flight no longer on the table. At least for the moment, anyway. For him, it was as simple as a thought.
Didn't even have to be a happy one.
"This place?" Evette smiles with a sudden sparkling enthusiasm that looks gorgeous on her. She wore it better than any garment she'd ever had the pleasure of doning. "It is my House, Monsuire Sinestro. Le Chatu de Petite Morte." She says the name with affection, like someone speaking of a loved one. There is genuine love in it. She opens the doors which have a beautiful relief that looks a bit like a garden gate. As they enter the club it is pitch black, all the lights down. But Evette knows every inch of this space and she navigates to the left and adjusts a small light. It is a light over an archway that reads "Apothecary", behind it is a bar. The shelves behind them are three high arches that are inset like bookshelves. The wall behind them looks like shattered glass. The bottles are all old fashioned and aged... or else made to look like they are. It has an almost steampunk charm to it if not for the the pale pink of the dim light. The rest of the place is still dark. Madame Evette motions to the bar. "Would you care for a drink?" Of course she asked this... she was a good and courteous hostess.
Sinestro followed her into the building, not too bothered by the darkness. His yellow eyes glowed faintly in the dark, his sight much quicker to adjust over a normal human's. It wasn't exactly a korugaran trait, though they did have keener senses. He couldn't really explain where it had come from. Perhaps it had something to do when he had been locked away in the central power battery, with only the essence of a fear-based evil to keep him company.
In any case, it was a handy trick.
When she offered him a drink, the alien looked back towards her, stopping his subtle exploration of the building. "I don't drink on the job," Sinestro remarked. And, considering he always considered himself on the job, it was safe to say that he rarely allowed himself a moment for drinking. It probably explained why he was a light weight when it came to alcohol. It didn't take much for him to be acting like a fool. There had been one time where Abin, a friend from a previous life, had managed to get him drunk. More than enough of a memory to never allow such a thing to happen again.
"I would prefer we just more into the working phase of this, and skip the rest of the tour. I don't mean to be rude, but I am not really one for too much down time."
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Nov 28, 2012 17:51:23 GMT -5
"Suit yourself" Evette replies simply, moving behind the bar. She busies herself for a moment as though she is going to make a drink- moving glass bottles and vials not all of which are labeled. Those that are are notated chemically. Evette sets and empty martini glass on the bar between them and two labeless vials. She motions for him to have a seat at the bar. "I will give you a practical demonstration." She reaches her hand into her coat in a motion that looks as though she is caressing it but instead pulls out a shining, clean scalpel. She then hops up on the bar, spinning around so that she is sitting with her legs crossed on the side where Sinestro is. She does this motion with an ease and grace that is ever so slightly unnatural. Evette even manages to keep the only nudity seen to be the already bare legs, which are bared just a little more when she sits this way. The coat, however, stays one. She then takes the scaple and presses it to the outer part of the leg that is crossed on top. It is a clean, quick cut that should start bleeding quickly. It doesn't. In fact, it seems dry at first, then moisoned by a clear liquid... but nothing else. On any other human this would require a few stitches. And it would hurt. Evette did not so much as bat an eyelash at it. "If left untreated the tissue is essentially dormant. It will not heal on its own. Certainly I could stitch it back up but that leaves an aweful mess. Instead, I use Red." Evette holds up one of her three trinket necklaces. This one looks like it has a large set stone, but once she fiddles with it, it becomes clear that it is a liquid. She pours a few drops of this into the bottom of the martini glass. Then a few bits of liquid from the other bottles are added. With the last one the drink turns a vibrant, almost eerily lit red colour. Evette puts her finger into it, then presses it to her lips, tasting it. Satisfied she dips her finger again and draws a line of it along the wound. She does this several times, until the wound looks like it has literally been soothed over. But with each pass it also looks as though it stings her a little bit more. By the time the wound is gone there is visible tension in Evette's body now. Quite the opposite from before. The glass is left with a few drops in the bottom, resting on the bar. "I have found many uses for Red. It enhances senses. Though perhaps too much for some." It was a gently stated fact but also a warning. Evette wasn't playing with this stuff... it was personal indeed. But when you were both the mad scientist and the creation at the same time it must have made the world a very strange place for her. "The primary component is found in my blood, or what one would equate to blood. I try not to have too much of it in my viens at a time. It makes for a very... demanding... experience." she had to pause to look for the right word. If Red made the senses flair then she could pick up many things... but she also felt the bad equally.
Sinestro listened as she explained her chemical to him, tilting his head slightly to the side. It was just a habit he usually exhibited when he was confused or interested in something another person was saying. This time, it was the latter- he was more interested than confused. Really, it didn't seem like there was much to be confused about this time around. She wasn't actually speaking in riddles as he was starting to get used to from her. He watched as the wound seemed to heal itself with the help of the liquid. So it seemed the chemicals the man had used to create her really had been harnassed for continued purposes. Perhaps, then, her structure was fairly unstable, if it could not do such things without her mixing chemicals together for some assistance.
It was interesting, but not very useful for him. It was nothing his ring couldn't do, aside from inhancing senses. But his senses were already at peak condition for his species, making them much more advanced than a human's. He didn't see much need in making them even more keen, especially since this method seemed to come with some backlash.
"So does this formula only enhance the senses of other beings? Or can it do some of this healing, too? If someone with regular blood flow were to use it, I mean." It was more just a general interest than because he thought it might benefit him. With his ring, there was very little he needed from any outside forces. Still, it was nice to know his options if something were to go wrong somewhere down the line. There was no promise that he would be able to keep his ring at the ready all the time, right? Sure.
“So this drug can even be too strong for you? But I thought you were something akin to undead. Would these chemicals be enough to put your life in danger if you happened to abuse them?" Maybe he was being too nosy again, but he was curious. Since she was willing to share, she would have to deal with the questions, and answer whatever ones she felt willing to. In the meantime, Sinestro gingerly plucked the glass from the counter, peering into it to observe the redish liquid. He brought up his ring, giving the compounds a scan so he had the data stored for later research. It didn't offer him much, but it could list the chemicals that were in there and it gave him room to add in information that may have been missing. Some of what she had used was clearly off the records- elements that had not been used in other human inventions. It was always sort of fun to add new information to a ring that was supposed to know as much as possible within the universe.
Just proved there was always something to be learned.
"Do the effects on the senses happen when you absorb it into your skin like that, or must it be administered in another way for different effects?" That would be fairly multi-functional, he supposed. Drinking it doing one thing, wearing it doing another.
"Depending on the structure I use when sythesizing it I can vary some of the effects. Administering it differently will affect the range of the drug. So if I were to administer it as eye drops for example, it could cure someone's pink eye and give them enhanced visuals for hours. But inject it and your entire body is like a glorious blaze. If death were the punishment for too much of Red it would be kinder. The range of sensation can go from ecstacy to utter agony. The body and mind will only take so much sensation like that before shutting down. So yes, a human can be effectively poisoned by what one would consider an over dose." Evette speaks evenly, intelligently. It's clear how at home she is here, as though they were discussing family affairs in her kitchen. Effectively, that is what that space was for her. There were lots of little knooks and crannies in this place, no doubt there were other secrets. "But the second chemical I utilize counteracts the physical sensations. It is effectively a painkiller. There is minimal rushing sensation, such as with Red. Just utter quiet and clarity. As you can imagine it makes for a potent mix when added to Red. Though both Indigo, and a combined approach to the drugs have their own interesting side effects."
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