#theirfirstexperiment

Keeping tabs on someone isn’t hard, especially considering what the tall man got up to once the sun set. The fact that Dhon walked out on him wasn’t something that wasn’t expected, but the fact that he did during the middle of the meal was something that set him off. A fire burned inside him to have.. what the hell did he want? It wasn’t revenge but, something else. 

Once word reached the Caporegime that Dhon was heading his way, his lips split into a wide grin. Mentally, he had rehearsed this moment for the past week, waiting for his opportunity. That was the thing about being a musician, diligent attention to detail and patience allowed it to spill out into every facet of his life. 

Inhaling deeply, his back was pressed to the brick wall of the alley waiting. Seeing Dhon go by, he reached out, grabbing the back of his collar and yanked him back into the alley, throwing him against the brick wall. Slamming his hand on the wall next to his head, he leaned on his forearm and snarled down at the other man. 

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30 December 2020

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Outwardly, Basta’s smile grew as the Experiment’s skin began to sizzle with heat.  This was a good thing, he reminded himself.  Further proof of his ability.  Further proof of what it could be used for.  Of who it could be used against.

But his heart rate climbed as the heat hit him.  The situation was volatile, and Basta had what he would call only bad memories of heat and fire - all around him, consuming him, melting his flesh down to the bone...

Get ahold of yourself!  The voice in his head was Capricorn’s, his master’s, shaking him roughly like a dog.  What kind of a man are you that you can’t stand a little heat?

“Oh, I’d certainly call it a waste not to be properly compensated for the work you do.”  His calm exterior hardly slipped.  “And I can guarantee you’ll be more than satisfied with what I have to offer.”

Seething, the head of the retrieval team aimed her gun at the stranger who stepped between them and their target. A wordless order was given, and bullets flew. Only, they didn’t seem to meet their target. Concern flashed in her eyes before herself and her men were knocked off of their feet and flung through the air like weightless ragdolls.

This was power they were not equipped for.

Groaning, the experiment curled in on himself as the drug took full effect. Dulling his senses and shutting his conscious thoughts down. He felt his body shifting through the spinning depths of his mind, unaware of what was moving him. Through his half lidded, empty stare, he could register colours shifting. A yellow glow engulfing everything.

On the ground, the retrieval team stumbled to regain their footing. The captain leapt to attention the quickest, watching through her lifted visor as their target was carried away by a cosmic being of unimaginable power.

Shrieking with frustration, she spun around to kick one of her fellow soldiers on the side of his helmet as he struggled to stand. Knocking him back into concrete.

This was going to be a tough situation to explain to The Executive.

As they flew across the night sky, Syl brought Dhon closer to him. The light faded as the energy about him dissipated, leaving Dhon to land gently in his arms with his head against Syl’s chest; much as he’d like to keep on in the way they’d been going, it wouldn’t do to have them tracked in the sky.

The way he groaned and the way his head lolled weren’t good signs. Syl frowned, and with one hand moving to check the pulse in his neck, he hoped that Dhon wasn’t too terribly shaken.

The area outside Opal City was striking, if only because there wasn’t any proper transition at all before the rising cityscape became miles and miles of countryside. Syl landed on unused farmland; his car was parked by a tree, and he laid Dhon out on the backseat as soon as he could.

“Dhon, can you hear me?” He wasn’t sure if he’d even recognise his voice at all at this point, but Syl was pulling the blanket out of his trunk and draping it over him. The tranquiliser guns he’d stolen found their place where the blanket had been.

“Look, I’m gonna get you back to Ted’s, okay?”

Syl shrugged his jacket off, tossing it into the passenger’s seat, then pulled the Cosmic Belt he had on out of its loops to stick it underneath the pool of leather.

“I see...”  Hakuro said as he took the picture with a slight frown.  “Well you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”  He gave Dhon a reassuring smile before studying the picture.

Man...poor Dhon...he looked so thin in this picture...  He remembered him saying that he grew up in a facility where they experimented on him.  His heart ached the longer he stared at it.  He wouldn’t blame Dhon at all if he didn’t want to talk about something so traumatizing.

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They had an interesting idea there, Absinthe had to admit that much as they walked into an office with high ceilings and good wood. Whatever it was that the facility wanted them to do- probably be a security guard of some type, or perhaps someone to collect things. But their intent was towards running the company. Who wanted to be a lackey when you could be a ruler? A tyrant.