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Post by Tobey on May 1, 2007 22:26:54 GMT -5
Christina walked down the hall, to the door that she happened to know was Adrian's. Raising a paw-like hand to knock, she paused for a second as she mentally went over the conversation that was likely to follow. It had only been a day since she, Adrian, Kat, and Gabriel had all met in the living room, and she was now coming to Adrian's room. Under the pretense of being concerned for his well-being, of course; rather than her true motivation of wanting to turn him and Kat against each other. She adopted her best 'concerned' look (which was, admittedly, perhaps somewhat less than sincere, but would probably convince someone as long as they didn't look too close), and knocked on the door in front of her. She continued to go over what she was going to say as she waited for a reply.
((Crappeh post, but I wanted to at least get something up for Christina's scheming before I posted again on the House meeting))
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Post by Souleh on May 2, 2007 16:50:24 GMT -5
Adrian was sprawled across the floor, a small pillow crushed into his chest, his nose buried in, predictably, a book. Today he was getting up close and personal with the dead of Sp0on River, holding an old copy bursting with Post-It notes he had used to mark his favorite epitaphs. Brow creased, he tapped his lip lightly, very thoroughly engrossed in the words printed on the page.
So engrossed, in fact, that the knock made him jump. He stared at the door for a moment, startled out of a separate world and not entirely sure what was going on. Then he managed to pull himself back to earth and, marking his page and gently placing the book on the pillow, he stood, brushing his slightly dusty clothing off and shuffling to the door.
He was not particularly prepared to find the kitten standing outside his door. Not sure whether he should be surprised or suspicious, Adrian settled for blatantly staring at her, his expression more than a little inquisitive. "What do you want?" Perhaps he was a bit ruder than he had to be, but she was, after all, a feline, no matter how small, and she had interrupted his /reading time/.
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Post by Tobey on May 8, 2007 23:28:32 GMT -5
Christina gave a slight cringe (faked, of course) at the rudeness in Adrian's voice, as if she was hurt by it. "I'm just . . . concerned," she said. "I saw how that nasty Kat treats you." She looked up to make eye contact with Adrian. "You shouldn't have to take that. You shouldn't and you don't." She paused for a moment to gently push her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a clawed finger. "I mean, surely I'm not the only one who thinks this? Or is there nobody else here who cares enough about you to help you put an end to Kat's cruelty?" She said the last sentence in as much of a concerned, empathetic tone as she could, trying her best to make it clear by her tone that by "put an end to Kat's cruelty," she did /not/ mean "kill Kat."
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Post by Souleh on May 9, 2007 20:13:17 GMT -5
Well, that was certainly a surprise. Frowning, he eyed her warily, searching for any sign that this was some kind of a set up for...well, how would he know? Something unpleasant. He certainly wouldn't put it past her, nasty kitty.
No no no no no, she wanted to help, he might as well indulge her for now. It wasn't as though he had much to lose, anyway. And besides, Christina was playing so well to his overgrown sense of self-pity, he could hardly help himself from being swayed a bit. "No, no one particularly cares beyond giving her a dirty look or a bit of a lecture if she gets too out of hand." He recited it matter-of-factly, careful to keep that sense of self-pity to himself, at least. Then he lifted an eyebrow, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly, looking rather curious. "Are you suggesting that you are willing to...help me?" Of course, that's what it certainly sounded like, but one could never be too sure. And if it was the case, it would lead nicely into further conversation.
Only, he couldn't stop being /suspicious/ about this all. "What's in it for you?"
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Post by Tobey on May 16, 2007 21:32:13 GMT -5
"What's in it for me," Christina repeated slowly, ponderingly. "You're not the only one that Kat loves to torment," the kitten splice said in a voice that could have almost passed for sympathetic. "The very first day I came to this house, that vile monster /claimed/ me as /hers/. Perhaps you should consider yourself /lucky/ that you're too big to be lifted up by the scruff of your neck," Christina said, speaking in a tone of very real bitterness, shuddering slightly, as if such a humiliating memory were painful for her to talk about. She kept her description of Kat's treachery brief, letting Adrian's mind fill in the rest of the details.
After a brief pause, she sighed, seeming to be letting go of the memory, and continued. "As far as being willing to help you . . . don't think of it as /me/ helping /you/. We both want to accomplish the same end, unless I am mistaken. Therefore, I wouldn't be helping you any more than you would be helping me." She looked down for a brief moment to adopt what she hoped was a facial expression of camaraderie, then looked up again as she said, "So, are you willing to help me?"
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Post by Souleh on May 17, 2007 17:30:55 GMT -5
Adrian hissed, a sharp intake of breath at her recollection of her own debasement at Kat's hands. He /knew/ it. He /knew/ they were all the same. He made a noncommittal sound that was clearly meant to be sympathetic, something between a soft grunt and a "hmm." No need to tell her that they were all like that, every last one, selfish, dehumanizing bastards the lot of them.
Oops, best to keep those thoughts contained.
After all, he had reasoning to focus on. Christina seemed to be making quite a bit of sense, actually. Biting the corner of her lip, he replayed it in his head, checking for any undertones he might have missed, suggesting that all she really wanted was to...oh, he didn't know, grind his bones to make her bread. Something generally evil and so very much like the sort of creature she had been spliced with. But there seemed to only be a very sweet deal, a...partnership, he supposed, formed to meet one common goal.
He opened the door a bit more, stepping to one side as he did so, leaving whether or not she actually came in entirely up to her. "In the interest of...taking care of Kat, yes, I suppose I'm willing." No need to sound too ecstatic to finally, /finally/ have someone on his side, someone that saw it his way and was willing to /do/ something about it. Not the most ideal someone, but that didn't matter, it was /someone/. "Did you have anything in mind?" Not that he didn't, he had thought through so very many things along these lines...
Only they were entirely too bloody, entirely too against his morals to be acted upon.
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Post by Tobey on Jun 2, 2007 21:15:36 GMT -5
Christina took advantage of the open door, stepping just inside of Adrian's room. "I have a few ideas, yes. I tried to get at her myself, once, but . . . it didn't quite work out the way I intended," Christina sighed wistfully, referring to the time she had hidden in the air duct to shoot Kat with Blood Red Serum.
Christina paused for a brief second, looking down at the floor to collect her thoughts, before continuing. "I thought we should pool together what we know about her before coming up with a plan. I don't want to screw up again." She took a few more casual steps towards the interior of Adrian's room and said, "I think you've been here longer than I have, right? So what do you know about that creature?"
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Post by Souleh on Jun 11, 2007 21:28:30 GMT -5
He closed the door gently behind him, turning as Christina entered so that his eyes were always on her, still halfway leaning on it after the soft click assured him that he door really was closed. He was fairly intrigued by her allusion to her previous attempts at revenge, of which he was utterly oblivious, and wanted desperately to ask for details. Only a second later he realized that if it hadn't worked out as she had intended, it must have failed, and he didn't particularly /want/ to hear about an attempt that was anything but successful.
"Yes, I've been here longer than just about everyone," he affirmed, pushing off of the door and walking to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, pretzel style. Adrian nibbled ruminatively on the right half of his bottom lip, attempting to somehow pull together everything he knew about Kat into a simple summary. It was a difficult task. "There isn't much to know, really." It was blatantly hypocritical of him, of course, to think of the tiger in such black and white terms when he was a bit of a supporter of this thing called 'grey space', but such things were of no matter to him. "She is...a spoiled little brat. She's obviously addicted to her...sadistic little power rushes, at the expense of others, naturally. A little girl with a pathetic attention span." His wings fluttered as he paused, running through everything. "And I think she might be addicted to Coke, too." Ooh, perhaps Christina had a bit of arsenic on her?
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Post by Tobey on Jun 17, 2007 19:20:58 GMT -5
Christina already had plenty of ideas for what to do with Kat, ranging from putting superglue all over her wings so that she couldn't fly, to various . . . substances . . . that could be put into her Coca Cola. But she knew that simply telling Adrian what to do wouldn't be good enough. She could guide his brainstorming, if needed, but it would really be best if he came up with some sort of plan himself. Let him feel like he was in control, and Christina would simply provide a helping hand where needed, give him a push in the right direction. So she needed to steer the conversation towards hearing a few of Adrian's ideas.
"That's more than I know about her," Christina admitted. "I knew about the sadistic power rushes, obviously, but that was it." She thought for a moment more, as if still trying to come up with a plan. "Hmm. How about you? Do you have any ideas about dealing with her?"
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Post by Souleh on Jul 4, 2007 19:15:53 GMT -5
Did /he/ have any ideas? He had plenty - millions, in fact. The only problem being that most of them were violent daydreams that he didn't want to admit to, and were a little...overzealous in the first place. They did not want to kill her, after all, and he was pretty sure horrifically maiming her was also out of the question. That simple criteria ruled out a very large majority of his ideas.
Running a hand through his hair, he made a low humming noise for a second or two, something close to "mmm", running through his list of ideas for something that was actually practical. Adrian quickly gave up on coming to an answer in a reasonably short time, and decided that stalling would be best. "Mmn. We want to bring her back down to her...place." He never particularly liked that phrasing, as it was more often than not used an excuse to abuse him and/or shut him up, but it was really the only thing he could come up with. "So...a good plan of action would both humiliate and frighten her. I don't want to get caught, and I doubt you do, either, so it should also be difficult or impossible to trace it back to either of us." Mostly him, though. "Something that we wouldn't have to be present for when it...begins. I would rather like something...elongated, though, more than just one isolated little incident. It hardly has the desired effect." After all, he wanted to see it. "Perhaps...a long-lasting poison or...other sort of substance in her precious little Coke?" Adrian really did like that concept too much for his own good, but it seemed so charmingly simple to him. Hardly any effort at all on their part, and a beautiful revenge as a result.
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Post by Tobey on Jul 14, 2007 12:00:50 GMT -5
So, Adrian had come to the same conclusion that Christina had. That the Coke was the key. Of course, she had her PhD in chemical engineering, specifically the part of chemical engineering that had to do with various chemicals' effects on living bodies. So she would have no trouble whipping up a concoction to make Kat feel, think, or do nearly anything she wanted. But if she revealed her area of expertise, Adrian might get suspicious. Who wouldn't? Chemical engineering as a career would look suspicious to any experiment. She had to be careful.
"That sounds like a good idea," she said. "Untraceable, long-lasting, maybe painful. Yes, I like it." She paused to think for a moment, then went on. "I happen to have a bit of biochemistry know-how. It was my major in college," she lied, keeping her tone casual, as if majoring in biochemistry was no big thing. "I could probably come up with something appropriately humiliating and frightening." The plan was beginning to rest too much on Christina, so to make sure Adrian would have a place in it, she said, "I'd have to count on you to put it in her Coke, though. I don't know that I could reach." The last part was said in a very bitter tone, as Christina cursed her height. How horribly pathetic, to not be able to reach the fridge door! But, for once, her short stature was an advantage; it meant that she needed Adrian's help.
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Post by Souleh on Jul 18, 2007 18:48:16 GMT -5
Biochemistry. He stiffened slightly at the brief mention, sitting up straighter than he had before, quickly running the sentence through his mind about a million and three times, analyzing tone, word choice, expression, everything. It was, after all, a word that deserved careful study for safety's sake. In fact, there were precious few sciences that Adrian was /not/ suspicious of, after his rendezvous with scientific research.
He was, however, hoping to gain a bit of control over his wild paranoia - and the idea of getting a delicious (ha, wasn't he clever?) revenge on Kat was quite the convincing perk - and he could always...keep an eye on her, couldn't he? Yes. It probably wasn't an issue, anyway, but if it was, he would be keeping some sort of contact with her, through this, and he could easily remedy any mistakes he made about his judgment.
Probably. Right? Right. He definitely could. Of course.
As long as he never thought for another moment how this revenge was being enacted. He really did detest this whole 'science' thing.
But fortunately for everyone involved, except perhaps Kat, Adrian's ego was a terribly distracting thing. And it was positively /singing/ at the new and utterly foreign concept of having a task delegated to him because the other was /too short/. He barely kept the smug look off his face, settled for a sympathetic coo out of some guilt for this odd and beautiful feeling. "Of course, I can do that. Just get it to me and I'll take care of the...delivery." He just had to figure out how, but hey, he was a smart lad, he could think of something. Buy her a bottle or damage a can, easy.
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Post by Tobey on Jul 19, 2007 21:31:33 GMT -5
Christina smiled and nodded to acknowledge Adrian's agreement to help, her mind already going to the sorts of things that could be put into the soda of an arch-nemesis. "Give me, I don't know, maybe a couple weeks or so to get it all figured out," she said, making it sound like she didn't already know exactly how long it was going to take. "I might as well go ahead and get started," she reasoned, beginning to turn towards the door to leave. "We want something that will hurt her, but not kill her. And scare her, too, is that right?" Christina asked as an afterthought, as if to make sure she knew what she was supposed to do. Of course, she had plenty of ideas of her own, but she had to make sure Adrian was as 'in on it' as possible.
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Post by Souleh on Aug 17, 2007 13:57:38 GMT -5
"Mmkay." He nodded at her time estimate, pulling up his mental calendar and figuring out just exactly when that would be. Standing to see her out - because it was the polite thing to do and if you can't be polite to your co-conspirator, who can you be polite to? - he nodded again, beginning to feel a bit like a bobblehead doll. "Yes, that sounds about right." That sounded perfect, in fact, but he mustn't get too excited, that would be creepy. And there was only so much he could ignore before it occurred to him that things were getting weird and evil and creepylike.
OoC: Zomg, I /phail at life/. My apologies for the utter /suck/ of this, but a question must be answered, even if it's answered a freaking month later. /Phailure/. (I blame summer vacation. Just sucks out all the motivation.)
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