Black Lamb

[Zetty/Alfred]

OoC::
Hello, fellow roleplayers.
I came up with a character the other day, and thought, oh, wouldn't it be awesome if he came from the future?
And then I started thinking, what if I tried to get someone to roleplay the future with me?
So I ended up posing a bio of my character on Devvie, and Itty-san proposed that we bring the roleplay here.
Feel free to join, and I am aware that the plot is... wretchedly under-developed. I'm somewhat proud of the setting, though, so bear with me.

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Setting;;
It is year 2318, and the world has been evolving for a long while now. The world isn't at war, but nations do no communicate much any longer. In fact, not even cities do much communicating. The world is a very secretive place. Either you've got a secret, or you're wrapped in a secret, or perhaps you're listening to the secret of another. It is times like these that it would be so very helpful to have an ally in high places. One would say it a shame that the human race is slowly depleting, soon to cease to exist. People have given up trying to fix the earth; they know they'll all be dead soon. Instead of using the increasing knowledge they have to save their living conditions, they are excelling in the scientific field.

Excelling might not even be the right word, being they are all so advanced. One would think it foolish, why wouldn't they just go live on the moon and other planets if they're so advanced? Ah, quite simple. Other planets are not as safe as first thought to be, and try as they might, people rarely come back alive. A handful of people have come back from the regions of space to tell of the horrors. The mutated creatures, easily compared to a skyscraper in height and mass. How they thirsted for human blood. Amazingly, these creatures do not attack, or plan to attack earth. They are fine where they are, but kill anything that enters their atmosphere for the most part.

Being such a shut up and secretive world we have become, it is amazing news still broadcasts. One from the 2000's or 2100's or even 2200's might find it somewhat similar. There are still televisions, transportable music devices. Cars can hover above ground, but not by much.[in the long run, what real use does a flying car do you when everyone is so hush?] Computers are still the main source of well.. everything. In fact, it is an estimate that almost everyone on the earth[aside from those in poverty] has at least one computer per household. The computer is indeed one of the most important assets in the world now a day, so that would explain how secure it has become.

In the past hackers could easily find a loophole in technology. That is all of the past, however. Even if someone can break through the strongholds of security provided by the internet these days, that person is quickly tracked down via internet 'police', if you will, and arrested. They might be super geniuses, yes, but the computer is taken so seriously these days that it is automatic life sentence.

Even though it would seem the world has gone to hell in a hand basket, not everything is bad. No, not at all. Those who live on this planet we still call earth[new name in the process of debating, of course.] have luxuries beyond what those in previous centuries might have imagined. Most deadly diseases all have cures, poverty is at an all time low, wars have stopped for the most part, and more children are growing up to lead acceptable lives than ever. While the people of this century may not think it amazing, if they were to study the past centuries, they'd be grateful.

Now, the people themselves. We have become somewhat immune to disease. Colds come and go, but if treated properly you can be rid of your cold for good in less than an hour of it taking over. More and more people are having some sort of metal implemented into their body. It is proven that limbs made of metal can do ten times the work load of a normal human. Once humans worked beside 'robots', as they were called, but these artificial beings soon grew minds of their own. Before impending doom became the downfall of the earth, all traces of this race were wiped out and incinerated.

It is to be noted that humans seem to be a lot less artistic these days. Yet, there are some out there who just love art. The majority of the world is very.. black and white, though.

Over all, the earth is stable at the moment. There isn't much a threat against global warming or something like that. Amazingly, it seems human is co-existing with the slowly decaying planet quite well. Honestly, even though we have been alive for so long, we aren't much different than we were back in the 21st century.

Plot;;
Black Lamb is a [somewhat]secret lab facility that seems to do not harm, but for a while now they've been working on bringing back AI. They've been attempting to make super-weapons out of humans. Reanimating the dead and giving it ten times the power it had in its life. All of this is highly illegal, and that would explain why most of these labs are underground. The scientists who work here are often overworked, and really would rather work somewhere else. However, once you joing Black Lamb it is near impossible to leave. Some people attempt to leave, but after they step foot out of the laboratory they step right back in with a dull expression and a metallic tone of voice.

The lab workers have the suspicion that brainwashing is being used, and most people don't bother even thinking about leaving their job due to it. Black Lamb has been more and more careful lately with the increase of national security[just precaution measures; the world leader is a little paranoid.], but they continue to work on their illegal things. Of course, they are not just known for[or rather, not known for] their illegal things. Most any drug store has some sort of Black Lamb product in it. Black Lamb has excelled in the medical field majorly over the years, and this is how they keep going with all of this illegal work.

Amazingly, Black Lamb is not being treated with any suspicion by the public. Yet, something is to be suspected eventually. Until then, it's back to working on reanimating the dead for the loyal lab-ees.

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The boy drew back, chemicals below him sizzling. The concoction hissed and spit at him, some of the neon green liquid splattering onto his coat. The material was quickly eaten away before his eyes. The young man gave a heavy sigh before standing up straight for a moment. After working for a matter of hours now, he had gotten this far. Unfortunately, it seemed it was still a little too strong, glancing at the hole in his favoured coat. Yawning, the prodigal eighteen year old leaned back for a moment, cracking his back. He then proceeded to pop his neck, shoulders, and most of the joints in his hands.

It was then he came to notice how badly his back was hurting him. Deciding he had taken too long of a break already, he hunched back over and grasped an orange substance in a vial. Carefully he added it to the green, his squinting eyes hidden by his black sunglasses.

It was a curious thing; why he wore sunglasses in an underground laboratory. His pale skin had never really been touched by sunlight. Yet, that was to be expected of someone who spent all of their time slaving away in a metallic and equally bleak setting. There was no doubt that he was among the most loyal of the workers under Black Lamb. He rarely took off time to sleep, much less go outside and greet the world. Most of those who worked here didn't have family, and he was among them. His father[who he resented quite a bit], died when he was the age of thirteen, in a freak AI attack. His mother then passed when he was fifteen, and that was when he gave up his life and decided to sell his soul to Black Lamb.

He had been here for three years now, and most everyone who worked here had met him at one point. The first thing they'd say about him would have to be that he was very cold. Very stand off-ish, and pretty distant from others. He hated all forms of art, and often he could fuss at others who as much as tapped their foot to a beat. He was hard to work with, being he believed he didn't need help. In fact, he had gotten more assistants fired over the years than any other scientist to have ever worked for Black Lamb. Most people cringed when they heard that they were to be working with Alfred Givenfield.

He had a simple attire, dressed in shades of gray and black. He wore a simple white dress shirt, black slacks, a brown belt, a red tie slack around his neck, and his prized lab coat. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back for the most part, excluding the bangs that often hung over his sunglasses. One would think it hard to think in such a dimly lit room while wearing sunglasses, but this was nonsense, he would say. No one touched Alfred's sunglasses. That was just how it was. The only time he really took them off was the occasional day when he felt good, or when he slept.

Alfred was often consumed in his work, and he would skip meals. He was really rather thin, but he wasn't to be underestimated when angered. He rarely got even a wink of sleep, and lived off of caffiene. Due to this, bags had accumulated under his hidden eyes, and he always looked a little pathetic. It was said by others that he was bound to die working here. He wouldn't mind, though. Why not die doing what you like?

He tested the substance once more as he got some on his labcoat. Much to his pleasure, it merely thinned the material a bit. Taking a needle he loaded it with the now sickly olive green liquid, and approached a glass cage. Pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, he reached into the cage and grasped a white mouse. It squealed, squirmed, and attempted to bite Alfred. The boy merely ignored the mouse and stuck the squirming beast with the needle, it slowly giving up the fight. He placed it in a smaller cage and sat back, watching it react to the newly injected liquid. Slowly it began convulsing, and its pupils dilated.

Giving a shrill whine, it began ramming against the cage, slowly beginning to mutate. It had broken out into a sweat, and it seemed very confused. Within minutes of it starting to act insane, it slowly calmed down. The mouse sat down, staring dead on at the glass. Alfred winced as he watched the mouse begin to slowly grow black splotches on its fur. The splotches soon grew into holes, and the skin was eaten away slowly but surely. In a matter of thirty minutes, the mouse was nothing but organs and bone.

Alfred narrowed his eyes, arms crossed. " Damnit. " He grumbled, turning on his heel to attempt something new.

OoC::
I'm sure you're wondering what exactly you can be in this roleplay. x] You can either work for Black Lamb, or I suppose you can be a member of the police squad. Not that they will be needed until later on.

[.:Uchiha Itachi:.]

[I’m going to use a character I’ve had floating around in my head for quite some time. I drew him the other day. I’ll be sure to post him on dA sometime soon. ^^ I won’t be putting his name in this post, as I have yet to name him.. ;_; >.<]

Jet black tresses swayed slowly, first to the left, and then to the right; keeping time with his pace. His pale skin seemed to glow for a short span of time as he passed under each hanging light in the otherwise dark and gloomy hallway. His eyes were closed halfway, only partially revealing striking orbs of the most peculiar shade; irises that appeared to be as black as the pupil that lay within them, and ‘whites’ that were stained a strange shade of grey. The area about his eyes, seemed to be as strange as what lay within them, for tattoos wound out from the tear sockets, in an arching pattern. A thin and knowing grin was plastered to his lips. His hands, were stuffed into his pockets, causing his stark white lab coat to be pulled back some, as well as the bases of his sleeves, revealing his rather dark, and simple undergarments; a black dress shirt buttoned all the way up, save for a few notches, and black pants. Simple.

He came to a sudden, and rather abrupt, halt; stopping mere feet away from a tall, and heavy set of metal doors. What lay inside? Alfred Givenfold’s lab, that was what. A slender hand slid out of his pants pocket, and extended towards the door. Once his fingers made contact, he lowered his palm to the smooth and seemingly frozen surface. He paused. He could hear movement within the lab, which meant Alfred was up to something. As usual… he thought, shaking his head once, and pushing the doors open in the process.

The door came to a close behind him as he removed his hand and stepped inside, all the while his dark orbs flicking about the room. It had been quite some time since he had last decided to visit the boy, and from the looks of it, his lab really hadn’t changed all that much. Actually, he wasn’t really sure if it had changed. He shrugged, and slipped his hand into his pocket once more, and began to walk again.

Heavy shoes hit the floor with all too audible thuds, echoing about the room. Occasionally, his head would turn, and he would eye some random experiment. Some test tubes with what he assumed to be a toxic substance within them. Mice that had been mutated in some way or another huddled together in a cage. And then, what he took to be the boy’s most recent experiment; a mouse that had been reduced to nothing more than organ and bone. He came to a halt once more, and leaned in to get a better view.

Why he had taken such a liking to the experiment, he was unsure, but it intrigued him. Made something inside of him shift and as how such a thing truly could be done. Perhaps it was just that scientist side of him. The side that always had to question such a thing. He shrugged, and leaned back, rising once more to his full height. Only then did he open his mouth to speak.

“Looks like someone’s been busy.” He mused, partially to himself, and partially to the other boy.

[For some reason I’m really excited about this thread. xD And now, I need to work on naming my character…. I am taking suggestions, if you have any good ideas. Lol.]

[Zetty/Alfred]

“ Define busy, “ He grumbled, not bothering to look over at the one who had entered his laboratory. Alfred picked up a vial of a black liquid, and adding a pink substance put a cork on it and slowly shook it. His gaze was cast upon the intruder for a moment, he trying to figure out just who had come to pay him a visit today. “ Any particular reason you decided to stop by today? “ He asked, voice metallic and uncaring. He couldn’t help but notice the odd eyes of the other. Yet, did he really have room to talk? Still, at least he hid his freakish appearance. Ah, and there was the fact that the man easily towered over Alfred. Silently the scientist cursed his own diminutive stature. After shaking the vial for a minute, he removed the now slightly eaten away cork and inserted a long silver needle. He slowly pulled back, re-corking the vial and setting it aside.

Even though he was currently in the presence of another, that wouldn’t halt his working. He stopped working for no one.

He started for the rat cage once again, taking a minute before finally catching on. Damned animals. They were given minds of their own, and it really didn’t help the experiments. The white animal squealed like crazy, afraid of its fate that was soon to come. As it squirmed in his vice grip, a needle was forcefully shoved into the skin of the delicate animal. It squeaked in pain, but soon it stopped as Alfred placed it back in with the rest of the blasted mice. He hadn’t done a study on the effects of a drug on a large group in a while, so why not try this.

He quickly locked the top of the glass cage, making sure there was no way that the animals could get free. Alfred had taught himself to expect the worst after that one incident with a Doberman. To put it simply, the creature had mutated at an uncontrollable rate and ended up nearly killing the weakened scientist. Alfred had been cursed with an acute fear of canines from that day on.

The boy stood back, arms crossed as he watched in silence. The white mouse slowly grew pitch black, its eyes turning a pure milky white. It had curled up in a corner, and as it shook in a matter of insanity, the creature gave a sickening splitting noise. From the small head of the rodent grew two long horns, blood flowing down from the newly acquired injuries. An extra set of legs grew from its midsection, and its teeth grew considerably sharper and longer. It gave out a snake-esque hiss through gritted teeth and leapt at its former companions.

Alfred watched, bemused, as the mutated beast began to disembowel the other mice. In mid-slaughter, however, the creature came to a halt. Slowly boils began to grow on its body, and its hair began to shed rapidly. It had grown to be the size of a kitten now, and it slowly took on a very… repulsive form. It began scratching and biting at the inflamed sores all over its body, shrieking wildly. Soon it had cut through its own skin, and the beast was getting blood everywhere. Alfred narrowed his eyes just slightly, getting sick of how bloody this was getting.

Not that Alfred didn’t enjoy a bunch of blood; no. He just didn’t like the thought of having to clean the mess, being he didn’t have an assistant any more and there would be no one else to clean it up. Well, he could always complain to the boss. He’d send someone to clean it up. Alfred decided he’d have fun with this yet. He reached for a control panel that was at the base of the cage. He turned a few knobs, a smirk adorning his face. The creature, screeching in pain and confusion wobbled to its six legs, slowly beginning to pant as the temperature increased. Alfred kicked the temperature in the cage up even more, enjoying causing his own creation pain. This thing was a failure, anyway. Not any use to him. Might as well get his enjoyment of the day. He stopped as it reached four hundred degrees Fahrenheit within the cage, and the creature rammed against the glass helplessly. Slowly it began to catch fire, and within minutes the creature lay fried on the floor of the glass cage.

Alfred, amused by his own sadistic tendencies, lowered the temperature back to normal and glanced to the stranger. Alfred didn’t feel the safest with someone taller than him in the room, but he was a lot more alert than his movements would lead one to think. He awaited an answer to his initial question, arms coming to cross. The markings on the face of the other somewhat intrigued Alfred, but he kept his mouth clamped shut. It wasn’t his place to be bothered about others who dropped by; even if it was rare someone would come to visit him.

OoC::
Hehe.
I'm equally excited. 83
Alfred is fun to roleplay; I've never had a character quite like him before.
I can't think of any names at the moment. The only thing that came to mind while reading your introduction was the name Damien. -shrug-

[.:Uchiha Itachi:.]

[Damien? Yes. His name shall be Damien. xD]

He shook his head, a swift, and sudden movement; but it was not his way of showing signs of disapproval, it was his wad of attempting to move a thick lock of his dark hair from his face. His lips twitched, twisting further upwards in a grin of amusement, and ever so slightly, his lips parted as a means of allowing the man to speak.

“Busy, as in you’ve been up to a lot of … ‘experiments’ as of late.” He said, tone suddenly turning rather flat, and almost ringing with a sort of ‘duh’ tone, and heaved a slight shrug.

He bit the inside of his cheek as the younger teen asked him why exactly he had decided to drop by. The question, which should have had a simple answer, left him rather confused. Why exactly had he stopped by? Something in the back of his mind chuckled. A boy, perhaps a year or so younger than himself, had stumped him. Damien; a scientist of all people. Wasn’t his profession to think? To contemplate? Honestly, he wasn’t so sure a question of that caliber should have been that hard to answer. He released the fleshy inside of his cheek, and once more parted his lips to speak.

“Honestly, I’m not sure as to why I came here today; so I suppose you could say no. There is no real meaning as to my visit.” He said simply.

Grey and black orbs shifted, following Alfred carefully as he resumed his work. The boy was certainly a gifted one, that much, he could tell already. His hands slid smoothly from his pockets, and he pulled his arms up, folding them slowly over his chest. A slender brow rose to a high arch. He was already intrigued by the experiment about to take place. Based off of the boy’s other experiments, this was sure to turn out interesting. And if it didn’t, well, at least he was away from his own lab for the moment. He had only just escaped from there after all, just moments before his own failed experiment. And quite frankly, at the moment, he didn’t really wish to go back there. Just thinking about how trashed the place would be gave him a massive headache.

Silently, he laughed to himself as he watched the boy shake the small vial, noting how fluid Alfred’s movements really were. It was as if he had his own little guide within his skull, telling him how to execute each and every move with perfect precision. His eyes followed the boy’s hand into the cage of mice, as if he had been placed in some trance. And somewhere within himself, he could feel a strange excitement beginning to well up within him. He wanted to see just what the boy had made, even if it was just a failure. And, as easily as he had removed the creature, it was replaced amongst the others.

There was a silence between the two as they watched. Already his mind was reeling, attempting to discern what exactly the petite creature would be turned into. He took two steps in, wanting to get a better view. And then, it began. The shuddering creature began to change, to mutate…

Several droplets of blood splashed against his right cheek, causing him to flinch momentarily, and his eyes flicked to Alfred. The boy didn’t look to be too pleased. But then again, did he ever? He scrunched his nose, attempting to block out the foul, metallic smell, but the blood splatters on his face were left untouched. He was too caught up in the moment too mind them anyway. He heard the sound of some dials being twisted, and the room grew quiet once more. As quickly as the experiment began, the entire thing was ended. His arms slowly unwound, and his hands met in a slow form of, what was this, clapping?

[Haha. He’s such a strange character. I’m sort of making up his personality as I go. Lol]

[Zetty/Alfred]

“ Well of course I’ve been up to a bunch of experiments. What else do I have to do, exactly? Not that any of them have been truly productive. I forget, what are you working on at the moment? “ Alfred inquired, eyes traveling back to the array of vials that stood behind him. He zoned out for a moment, thinking. He had tried several combinations so far, but all to no avail. He was no closer to finding how to get the results the boss had wanted. What exactly was his goal through all of this experimentation?

Quite complex, actually. Alfred worked fast, most knew, so he was currently working on two different things at once. First off, the boss had wanted a serum to reanimate the dead. Alfred was on the verge of perfecting this, but he needed more test subjects before he could get that far. According to the words of those in higher places than him, those test subjects should be in some time today. Oh how he eagerly awaited dead rotted bodies to be shipped into his lab.

And, there was what he was currently working on. A substance that could, within injection, eat one from the inside out. Only, it would have to take minutes to start working. It seemed no matter what Alfred tried, everything he had come up with started working within seconds. Plus, there was the fact that whenever he had tested it, it would seem it left organs for the most part well alone. This was starting to bug the eighteen year old quite a bit; even more than the fact that it had been a week he had been working on this.

Usually things of this magnitude took Alfred no longer than a few days; but a week already! He was starting to get rather angry with himself. Quietly he stood, staring at the multicoloured substances before him. Maybe if he…

Giving a quiet, almost inaudible huff, he reached for one of the vials. A white liquid sat in this particular one. Taking an empty vial he un-corked both of them. He poured some of the white liquid into the vial, corking it and putting it back where it had been. He picked up another, considerably small vial and with care poured just a few droplets of the gray liquid into the other vial. Putting this now corked vial aside, he now corked the once empty container. Slowly he shook it. He was careful to only shake the vial five times. Up, down, up, down.

As soon as he had finished this, he grabbed a fresh needle and, with much care, opened the vial and took some out of it. His sunglasses were now sliding down his nose, and his eyes were visible. He had neglected to put on his forest green contacts for once, and his monstrous yellow cat-like eyes shone in all of their glory. The bags under his eyes seemed to illuminate them even more. He seemed to be struggling to even keep his eyes open, being it had been a few hours since his last energy drink. Furthermore, it had been weeks since his last wink of sleep.

It was a sheer wonder how the boy keep on moving some days. As soon as he had filled the syringe to an extent, he quickly pushed the sunglasses up he bridge of his nose. Silently he cursed to himself within his head; not all that thrilled about the other most likely catching a glimpse of his eyes. Alfred busied himself to a small metal cage in which a single black rat sat within. Paying little attention to the aggravated, hissing creature he seized the animal with pale, torn up hands. It bit down before Alfred could even think that it would, and it refused to let go. Alfred, narrowing his eyes, quickly injected the milky gray substance into the demonic creature, causing it to let go and bite at his other hand.

Alfred, harshly tossing the rat back into its metal cage set the syringe aside. It took him a minute to register that he was bleeding from a now rather large wound on his left hand. Damned animal. Wretched animal. It deserved to die. He didn’t bother with the wound quite yet, however, watching the rat carefully. Blood trickled down his hand and onto the otherwise clean tile floor. He watched in silence, hoping the substance he had injected into the damned rodent would fail and cause it a horrible death.

To his surprise, it seemed it was actually working.

Oh, sweet irony.

[Wolfdog]

((Oooh, nice plot, Zetsu! =3 Are we ready for my pathetic intro? xD I'll do my best with my low muse.))

Black Lamb had made him give up everything; everything he owned. His entire life had been dedicated to it. For many years he had been drivin on the thought of finding the potion for the perfect superhuman. Multiple times he had come up with a mixture, tested it, and it had failed. Whenever he thought he'd came close, it slipped his grasp; falling into the eternal darkness. He had mutated so many animals, slaughtered so many..... He knew it was only a matter of time before he became mutated into a Black Lamb experiment himself.

Blake O'Fallon shifted in his seat, focusing on putting only a single drop of nitrogen into a silver mixture he had come up with. His right icy blue eye and left green-hazel eye narrowed onto the nitrogen, carefully tilting the test tube. His blonde hair fell to just over his eyes, giving him a slightly insane look. As a single drop fell, the moment it made contact with the mixture, an explosion shook him, sending him flying backwards. Valves and tubes shattered, sending glass cascading down upon the scientist as he laid on the floor. Flames licked at the room, scorching everything it could snatch. Blake lifted his gaze from the floor, slowly rising up onto his knees, shards of glass sliding off his white lab coat. His face, which had been cut by glass, had blood trickling down from many gashes. "Stickstoff.... Nr." [Nitrogen.... No.] He muttered, his voice wavery. Rising up to his feet, Blake grabbed a sheet of paper that hadn't been attacked by the minor explosion, and trudged out of his office.

The scientist had been working for the Black Lamb ever since he could remember. Many other scientists who had met him think the O'Fallon had been brainwashed. He acts strange; always mumbling to himself, twitching, and whenever there was a loud 'boom', people knew where it was coming from. Blake had a thing for creating explosions. A pyro maniac, if you will. Another thing was, he spoke German; but he knew English, as well.

"Was ist falsch damit? Was habe ich falsch gemacht? Ich habe alles versucht!" [What's wrong with it? What did I do wrong? I've tried everything!] He mumbled, turning down the hall to go to Alfred Givenfield. He paused just in front of the door, then slowly opened it, mumbling to himself. "Er dürfte Stickstoff in nicht kennen stellen wollen. .... Oder sein Büro wird in meinen drehen." [He might want to know not to put nitrogen in..... Or his office'll turn into mine.] Blake stopped, just as he heard a mouse sqeal, and the smell of fire reached him. "Having fun, Alfred?" He said, twitching as he went over to Alfred and another scientist, putting the paper down next to the cage of mice. "Whatever you do, don't put nitrogen in this mixture." He said, pointing to the paper.

[Zetty/Alfred]

Alfred looked from the experiment for a moment, looking at the door as the O’Fallon intruded. “ Oh, yes, just having a ball. “ His voice was filled with nothing but sarcasm. He could only wonder why he had already two visitors today. Was it national walk in and talk to Alfred day? He shook off the negative thought with a dismissive crack of his neck. Even though he was highly anti-social, he’d admit it was nice to have visitors for once. Alfred nodded at Blake, an amused look crossing his features. “ And I assume you know this from experience, O’Fallon? “ He spoke, picking up the paper and looking at it. “ But I can see how it wouldn’t work. Why would you put nitrogen, of all things, in such an unstable substance? “ He put the paper back down, eyes traveling back to the mouse he had injected. It had slumped over in its cage, and it was vomiting liquids Alfred didn’t quite know.

He came to assume, however, the creature was throwing up its organs in a liquid form. In a matter of minutes it became unresponsive, and the rat’s eyes rolled into the back of the small skull that protected them. Then the skin of the vile creature began to come off in sheets, eventually leaving nothing but burn flesh and fractured bones behind. “ I’ll be damned…. “ He grumbled under his breath, looking back to the half-full syringe on the table behind him. A whole week, but he had finally gotten it.

He sighed a sigh of relief, and came to notice the bleeding of his hand wasn’t really stopping. Damn animal must’ve hit a vein or something. He furrowed his eyebrows just thinking about it. At least he had finished one of his jobs. He’d have to tell the boss as soon as possible. For now, he honestly should tend to the wound on his hand.

[.:Uchiha Itachi:.]

[I’ve added reference pic of Damien to my DA account…can be found here [x] And I like your use of German. That’s one of the few languages I actually speak almost fluently.]

“What am I working on at the moment?” He questioned, repeating Alfred’s question to himself, “Nothing in particular actually. I just got done running some experiments on a few of the canines that were brought in…two weeks ago is it now?”

He paused briefly, nodding once too himself. Yes. That was right, it had been two weeks.

“But, things went a little wrong…” he added with a shaky laugh. Oh yes, there would be quite the mess for him to clean up when he returned to his lab.

His eyes flicked over to the entrance of the lab as he heard what seemed to be yet another scientist enter the room. He tilted his head to the side some, causing the first few vertebrae in his neck to sound with a satisfying pop. His lips twitched upwards, replacing his former grin, and he nodded a swift acknowledgement to the man. If his memory served him correctly, this man was Blake O’Fallon. But then, he wasn’t too sure. He didn’t really remember much in this place anyway. Instead of seeking conversation with the man, he leaned in to examine the paper the man had placed beside the cage of mice.

Damien’s brow crinkled in a deep furrow as he stared at the sheet of paper. It was covered with some language he couldn’t put a name too. Or perhaps it was the man’s handwriting he couldn’t understand? Either way, it confused him. The only thing he really understood, was the few markings here and there that indicated some ingredient; and that was only because Blake had used the universal codes for them. He shook his head, and straightened his back, grey and black orbs flicking over to the cage of rodents.

By now, the small creature had been reduced to a pile of- how could one put it- death? He clicked his tongue behind pursed lips, and chuckled almost silently. This man Alfred was quite the intelligent one. Hell, he was almost certain that this man could plot, and form the most interesting death in mere minutes. In fact, he was certain Alfred could do such a thing. Hadn’t he just seen the boy do so twice in a row? He tapped his left arm gently with the fingers on his right hand.

“Looks like that rat got’cha good.”

[Bah. Not that great. Lol]
Kodou - Dir En Grey

[Wolfdog]

((Hehe, I don't really know German. xD I'm in the process of learning Spanish, and I'm slowly but surely getting the hang of it. =3 ))

Blake's fingers twitched as heard Alfred's question. Experience? Heck. He brought his hands up onto his face, dragging them downwards; smearing the blood that dripped from the wounds. "Experience?" Blake said, his voice wavery. "I just had it explode in my face. My lab is in flames." He stressed the word 'flames', pointing towards his lab with a bloody hand. Letting his hand drop, the scientist let out an irritated sigh. "Wie wurde ich angenommen zu wissen, dass es unsicher war? Ich füge nur hinzu, dass Dinge die Reaktion sehen. .... Das ist was wir machen, Recht?" [How was I supposed to know it was unstable? I just add things to see the reaction..... That's what we do, right?] He mumbled to himself, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.

Blood-shot eyes gazed down at the mutating mouse, a smirk tugging at his lips from the joy of seeing a creature in pain. It soothed him, for an odd reason. Throwing up unidentified liquids.

"So now we're supposed to make the stupid mice throw up their organs?" He said, watching as the rat crumpled to the ground. "I thought we had to find explosive mixtures." Shifting his weight, he thought for a moment.

"So what is that mix of yours supposed to do?"

((GAH. It's so horrible! *shields eyes* xD))

[Zetty/Alfred]

[Sorry for neglecting to post today. I went to market with my grandmum and mum. D; M’ post will be crap tonight; I’m sorry. I’m waiting for my dad to fix my bed then it’s off to sleep for me.]

Alfred paled slightly at the word canine. He could remember the day those dogs were brought in. Such noise they had caused! It gave him a headache just thinking back to the event. Even though the Givenfield wasn’t an animal person, he would be with a crowd of cats instead of dogs any day. In fact, his first pet had been a cat. Quaint little thing it was; he could faintly remember the name he had given the kitten. Liuk Rah’lemada. His parents mentioned that it meant something among the lines of, ‘Little Traveler’, or something like that. Amazingly, he was never told what language it was in. The cat was very submissive, he had observed from a young age. Alfred found this nice, as opposed to controlling dogs.

He merely nodded his head swiftly as his question had been answered. Alfred wasn’t much one for conversation. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” Alfred spoke, voice dripping with sarcasm as he reached for the end of his lab coat. He ripped a piece off and wrapped it around his wounded hand, tying it securely around the limb. “And you abandoned your lab in such state? You honestly amuse me, O’Fallon.” Alfred raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes showing over the glasses just a tad.

As Blake rambled on in German, Alfred listened intently. His mother and father had taught him some German while he was growing up, so he wasn’t completely lost while the man rambled on. Oh, how some of the people who worked here amused the Givenfield. So very much.

“Correction, that’s what I’ve been assigned for the meantime. Your branch might as well be in explosives; I don’t bother myself with what others work on in this hellhole.” Alfred was amused with himself, inwardly, as he found himself engaging in conversation. Even though he wasn’t much one to talk, Alfred usually spoke to himself at night while slaving away. He had to keep his voice from faltering in meetings with the boss, now didn’t he? Couldn’t sound like a whining teenager in the midst of conversation. How unprofessional that would seem of him.

“Once injected or ingested, within minutes it begins to eat one from the inside out. Now that I’ve found the mixture all there is left is to perfect it all the way and then it should be able to fit in pills and bullets.” What amused Alfred was the fact that he had even been instructed to make such a thing. Yet, BL made such odd requests of their scientists, it didn’t amaze him by much. Still, it seemed requests were more and more ridiculous by the day. “Fortunately that shouldn’t take me over thirty minutes.” He finished promptly, nodding inwardly.

He’d have to check with the boss, but after that, being there was a delay on test subject arrivals, Alfred should have time to relax. Even though it’d only be a few hours, he should get time to rest his tired eyes after what, three; two weeks now? Thankfully sleep deprivation didn’t alter Alfred’s brain by much, it just rather numbed him to the outside world for hours upon hours. Most prestigious scientists working under BL would be glad when he was dead. Think of all they could learn by dissecting Alfred’s body. Oh, the oddities they would find. Unfortunately, his death was a long way off, so it seemed.

[.:Uchiha Itachi:.]

[Sorry for not posting until now. Stupid reports. ._. Haha. I love cats.. Though…I have a dog…. Lol. Sorta crappy post. I’m all typed out at the moment. ;_;]

Damien’s brow twitched, revealing ever so slightly his curiosity towards the younger male, Alfred, as he paled. Was there something the other scientist had against Canines? Personally, he enjoyed them. How easily they could be coaxed into taking a certain drug. After all, he had only spoken to them in soothing voices, and his experiment began. Only to take a horrific turn for the worse. My lab’s probably nothing but a pile of rubble… he thought, shaking his head. He could easily recall the events that had occurred naught but an hour ago.

He had fed the canines a few pills, made quickly out of a concoction he had made the previous day. First, he gave one to the biggest dog. Then to the smaller. He worked his way through the entire group in this fashion, and quickly grabbed his notebook to jot down any discoveries he might make in the process of watching the animals. And, in an instant, it began.

The dogs started to whimper, and their bushy tails darted between their legs. Some even lay on the floor, too confused and disoriented to stand. Already his hand was flying, writing down just about everything with an incredible speed. Then, one of the dogs, the biggest, let out a great snarl, and the second phase began. The dogs turned on each other, and began to fight. A grin tugged at his lips, a grin of sheer amusement at the sight. Oh yes, canines were indeed an entertaining breed of animal. A splatter of blood made it’s way to his cheek…

He shook himself from his thoughts, and nodded slowly as Alfred spoke of his own experiments. So what the boy was trying to accomplish, was a way to make things deteriorate from the inside out? Interesting.. he though. In some ways, he was surprised at how Alfred had actually talked about his experiment. But then again, he was standing in the man’s lab. And he was invading on his experiments, wasn’t he. The dark haired man hefted a slight shrug. Either way, he wasn’t really open about his experiments, as most of them had been failures lately. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he was going in the right general direction with them. But from the looks of it, this kid had just finished his assignment. Che.. Lucky.

[wow..crummy –covers face in shame]

[Wolfdog]

((Aww, poor doggies. xD I luffs dogs and cats. I've four cats at the moment, and one dog. Speaking of which, I have to go to dog training in about thirty minutes... I. SHALL. TYPE. FAST. ;D Be prepared for a horrible post! *buckles in*))

Blake snorted, satisfied. He had left his lab in flames. Dammit. Now he'd have to clean the ashes. The burnt papers. The melted cages. Gosh. His contentment had quickly dissolved as he glared back at Alfred. Why was he always right? Oh well. He got to blow stuff up. That was fun enough; to him, anyways.

Shifting his weight, Blake turned to the third scientist. "Are you working the same branch as him?" He asked, trying to hold back the confused tone in his voice. The O'Fallon shivered. Sheesh.

((Sorry it's so short. I don't have any muse, and I'm being hurried. xP *is dragged off*))

[Zetty/Alfred]

Alfred, ignoring the fact others were in the room with him, turned around and reached for a sheet of paper. Most of the writing was in a rather elegant cursive handwriting, as opposed to most of the people who pumped out chicken scratch. Alfred grabbed a pen and started jotting things down in a rather fast manner, his brain leading his hand so very elegantly. As far as Alfred was concerned, the other two weren't here, and he was the only one in this room.

With every stroke of the pen, his handwriting seemed to come straight from a computer. Almost as if everything had been typed. His pen moved with speed as he wrote down every chemical that had been placed in the vial. He also calculated what the counter would be to this chemical, and wrote it down. As he finished, Alfred looked at the paper contentedly. “Well, I’m quite sorry, gentlemen, but I’ll have to end our… wonderful conversation. Now, if you’ll be as kind as to exit my lab, I need to leave for the time being.”

His voice wasn’t quite as hard and rude as it usually was. He was actually overjoyed at the moment, but the straight look on his face could tell otherwise. At this point, sleep deprivation was starting to take it’s toll on Alfred. Usually when he finished a project and had time to relax, he began to realize just how tired he was.

Silently he waited for the others to promptly exit, he soon to follow. Oh how he loved meeting with the boss.

Ooc::
Might add on this afternoon. 'Til then, sorry for the bad post.

[.:Uchiha Itachi:.]

[Hmm. I sorta rambled in the first paragraph. Oops. –shrugs-]

Grey and black orbs flicked over to the piece of paper that Alfred was writing on. To him, it seemed the boy actually had some experience in writing; and for that, he donned the boy lucky. He, on the other hand, had none. His parents, from what he could remember, were relatively poor; and to say the least, not the brightest pair of people on earth. And his childhood had been simple. Do your work, and get your food. That was the moral he had lived by for quite some time. And as a result, his handwriting, and most of his other ‘literal’ skills weren’t exactly were they should have been for a man of his age. This of course, led some people to wonder why exactly he had made it to his current position. And his answer was simple. Something inside of him clicked after his parents passed away, and he managed to become a scientist working at Black Lamb. And that, was about all he knew. But this boy, his handwriting was probably the neatest he had seen in his life. Besides the boss’s that is.

When the boy finished writing, Damien’s eyes flicked away from the paper, and landed on his peculiar black sunglasses. What it was about them, that made him so curious, he didn’t know. But they were indeed quite strange. So dark and concealing, but yet the boy had quite possibly never seen the light of the sun. But then again, had any of them really seen the sun? He knew he hadn’t seen the sun almost at all sense his parent’s deaths.

The boy, Alfred, spoke; his words shaking Damien from his thoughts with a rather sudden jolt. So he wanted them to leave his lab now, huh? Fair enough. I’ve got to go check on my lab anyway… he thought, hefting a slight shrug. A pale hand lifted, and his head nodded once, a simple ‘farewell’ sort of notion; and he turned on his heel, dirty coat tails billowing, and began to leave the lab. He had a feeling he’d be seeing the other two sometime soon anyway…

[Wow…A rather random post on my behalf]

[Wolfdog]

Blake sighed sharply, hearing Alfred's words to leave. "Ich werde Sie später dann sehen." [See you later then.] He said, raising his hand and waving it once; in a semi-salute. Turning around, he stuck his hands into his pockets, pulling his coat back slightly, revealing his white shirt and black pants. A bit casual, some might say; but it satisfied him. You can't work feeling uncomfortable, can you?

Heading out of Alfred's office, the O'Fallon headed towards his office, which he figured was still in flames. Or, at least, ashes. 'Ugh, why am I the only one stuck with explosives?' He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Turning towards a silver door, he stood still, and the door slid open. A wave of heat was there to greet him, along with a smokey atmosphere. His breath caught in his throat, and a sudden sneeze escaped him. The sound of the door closing filled the room, and he rubbed his blood-stained face. Turning his attention to the room, he noticed there were still a few small flames, but nothing disasterous. His papers were slightly untouched, luckily. Blake twitched. "Besser wird auf diesem Durcheinander angefangen. Ich habe nie wie viel gewusst, das ich Feuer gemocht habe." [Better get started on this mess. I never knew how much I liked fire.] He mumbled.