CAT DEAD, DETAILS LATER

Though in full disclosure: It’s a show about death

                                                      Ind. rp blogs for:                               a necromancer oc written by Sanders ( @vrbctim )                 & Herbert West from the Re Animator written by Plane ( @beheathen​ ) 

Blood coats the scientist's smock -- at least having put on an apron before experimenting that day. He had noticed Ricky talking to his computer, had noticed the cameras - but had not paid it any serious mind. Too focused on the reagent, too mind numbingly CLOSE to his goal that everything else (eating, sleeping, breathing) was an annoying afterthought.

One of Ricky's friends got excited when he... walked past?

His boss -- for the time being anyway -- hadn't offered a rebuttal, because they both knew what he'd said was right. He was too valueable to kill. However, it seemed it had come at a steep price, but it was still not death he'd recieved.

Smug as ever (or as smug as one could be blind and on the brink of passing out) West smirked before standing. Using whatever he could as leveredge to get off the floor, arm hanging limp, he couldn't help but smile.

"Glad we had this talk. I do love working with you."

Head held high, hoping his blood would stain the floor after he left, West stepped confidently in blurriness towards what looked like an open door. Not mentioning how he might collapse at any moment, not bringing to light he could barely see in the haze. No. Only pride was offered. Achim wouldn't see him break; West would die before he showed weakness. (Or possibly pass out, but he'd go as far as he could.)

“Ever since ye arrived here, ye have done nothing but disrespect me. I am yer boss now… I get to choose whether ye live or die. Beating ye to the point of near death, striking ye with some of my quills should serve as a good reminder of ye position in the chain of command here.” Achim continually paced around the fallen scientist, a wide smirk on his face.           “Ye are nothing but a worker bee in this hive. Easily replaced by the one next in line. There are many interns that would love yer position. And I know of a certain somebody that would eat yer body in a heartbeat.” Crouching down, his glowing blue eyes locked onto Herbert’s own, his lip curling into a snare to show off his sharp teeth.

Gripping one of the quills led to an almost involuntary intake of breath, but with shaking hands, out it came.

maybe he’d wait for painkillers to pull the rest.

“You think -- just anyone can -- play god like me? You’re -- ah.. you’re a fool to think so. Look around, Lankanotvitch. I’m the only one who knows how. Do you -- do you see anyone else bringing the dead back to this waking world? You WISH I was disposable.”

Panting now, the room spinning, West refused to give up. Breathless, struggling -- he would not give his boss the satisfaction. Kill him, see what happens. Either way, West won.

“Really. Just parts?”

He isn’t as shocked as he should be, hadn’t cried, hasn’t begged – he knows he’s smarter than everyone in a fifty mile radius, product and producer put together. All he has to do is convince her.

“Alright. You look like a smart girl. Do you go by weight? Or is 10 pounds of one cut worth more than 10 pounds of another? I’m willing to round up– because I will be honest, I’m not a butcher, miss….?”

Plus, his stomach is throbbing. He’d rather not go through that again.

“I have at least two thousand on me right now. I had intended to bribe officials to let me in the conference, but plans change.”

Fishing it free, he knows better than to try handing it to her. Even though he’s the one behind bars, she already looks like a scared, timid animal. Won’t eat from his hand, but might have some interest if he throws it towards her. The small leather wallet lands with a thump in front of her, and true to his word if she looked, there would be several stacks of 100$ bills.

She looks up before frowning slightly, oh she doesn’t know what to do! The right thing seems to be to let him go and make a deal, but will she get in trouble again? She got her ass whooped for trying to trap this guy! 

Oh. oh it actually-- she actually unlocked the cage! West straightened his cracked glasses and adjusted his tie. Acting as distinguished as he possibly could walking out from captivity. And, what could've possibly been death.

"I'd like my wallet back however, but keep the money. I figure two thousand is enough to convince your family."

He knew it would be hard, but at least she complied. And if he could get the same response from whoever RAN the establishment, he'd be set. Fresh corpses? Unless he killed them himself, this might just be a blessing in disguise. Even if he didn't believe in that sort of thing. Lucky lucky lucky. Always just barely enough lucky.