Byron's Office

Cigar in mouth, Byron leant back in his seat, letting the smoke roll around his mouth for a moment before exhaling in a deep sigh. Another day, another plethora of trivial things that needed his attention. But now he had a chance to kick back for a little while.

@dr-argyle: Arygle promptly waltzed up to a phone telecom on the far wall of the room he punched in a few numbers Briefly having a conversation with one of his sligs Spinel.

The vykker doctor grinned delighted at the good news of the bonus pay and the many nights of hard work is finally paying off.

Byron watched the slog pup carefully, eyes narrowing as it hopped onto the bed and began pestering the muds for attention.

“Oh, I bet,” Byron said, just as sarcastically. “They certainly know their stuff, but why they have to work out of such unpleasant laboratories, I’ll never understand.”

“Mm... for quality control, I assume. Of course you wouldn’t trust the same interns that steal your stock with the reputation of your surgery. Very wise.”

Some days later:

Byron smirked; Argyle certainly seemed pleased with his handiwork. One of his assistants was already at the trolley, pouring whiskey into a glass.

Byron followed after Argyle, eyes narrowing when he saw the two mudokons. Well, they certainly looked like they’d been put through the wringer. Only partially covered by the blankets, Byron saw it as they drew closer: discoloration, creeping over their skin like a rash on several areas of their bodies, leaving said skin an unnatural light, greenish-teal in its wake.

Argyle nodded in response whilst taking notes from the medical clip board that hung from the cell door.

Byron nodded in understanding, still watching the two mudokons. “No other side-effects? No serious damage done to their internals?”

The transport ship came to a stop at the docking station with a low rumble. A few moments later, the doors slid open, and four sligs stepped out. Standing between them were two mudokons - one tall and bulky, the other short and slender - with their hands bound and fearful expressions on their faces. The sligs marched them inside the building and into an elevator, disappearing into the lower levels of the facility.

Argyle in his own office surveyed the security camera nodding in satisfaction before he pressed a button on the telecom before speaking into the trumpet shaped like microphone “ Yes master Byron the specimens have arrived safely and will be sent to the theatre promptly for further examination.”

“Oh reassured my good sir by time I’m done they will be refined for any service besides more difficult the more challenging and more exquisite results. I will get on with the specimens almost straight away as it shouldn’t be long to prep for the first phase experiment and be about a few days for the physical results to be fully completed.” Ayrgle grinned wickedly as he was prepping a trolly of syringes.

Clover closed his eyes and shook his head. “Just don’t fight them. These people aren’t gonna show any restraint. If we make it difficult, they’ll only treat us wor--”

[Jackie] "Byron, is it? Do you have a moment, handsome? I'd like to discuss some... techie things with you."

Wine will do just fine,” Byron said with a little nod, his gaze scanning the entrance hall. The fact that the place was empty was a pleasant change from his usual business visits, where he had to deal with dumb consumers and/or irritating staff members scuttling around. “Quite the place you’ve got here. Very impressive.”

One of the two sligs at Byron’s sides - who hadn’t spoken a word since the start of the conversation - immediately stepped forwards and took the glass on Byron’s behalf, holding it up so the glukkon could take a drink without making a complete idiot of himself.

“My, my, someone’s eager.” She chuckled along with him. “Right this way, handsome.” She gestured towards the door at the back of the room with her first set of arms, the second continued to hold her drink while the third rested comfortably on her hips. She walked towards the door as if she were walking down a runway, her pointed feet crossing one in front of the other. It was a natural way of walking for her.

Byron followed after her. As he looked around the operating room, he hummed in agreement.

[Jackie] "Byron, is it? Do you have a moment, handsome? I'd like to discuss some... techie things with you."

Wine will do just fine,” Byron said with a little nod, his gaze scanning the entrance hall. The fact that the place was empty was a pleasant change from his usual business visits, where he had to deal with dumb consumers and/or irritating staff members scuttling around. “Quite the place you’ve got here. Very impressive.”

One of the two sligs at Byron’s sides - who hadn’t spoken a word since the start of the conversation - immediately stepped forwards and took the glass on Byron’s behalf, holding it up so the glukkon could take a drink without making a complete idiot of himself.

[Jackie] "Byron, is it? Do you have a moment, handsome? I'd like to discuss some... techie things with you."

Seeing the place personally wasn’t exactly a necessity, but… well, Byron was quickly taking a liking to Jackie, and her promise of money being no object? A pleased customer meant more moolah in the bank.

The two arrived at her studio. It was empty and eerily quiet as her employees had left for the night. It was just the two of them in the freakish salon. “Welcome to paradise~” she presented proudly, stretching her arms out dramatically. The entrance of the studio was huge. Posters of previous clients covered the walls. A large desk was planted in the middle of the room where Jackie would consult her customers. Near the back was a spiral staircase that presumably lead to her office and bedroom. Next to that, a rather intimidating set of sliding doors that led to the operating room where her work was done.

[Jackie] "Byron, is it? Do you have a moment, handsome? I'd like to discuss some... techie things with you."