human nobility.

     The woman remained placed on top of the steel counter, only bobbing her feet slightly as she listened to the other. Her capacity for listening to others wasn’t too expansive; however, it definitely grew upon talk of ideas and anything related to science- especially the kind of science that she had always been interested in.

     ”Oh? I didn’t know you were both a scientist and a carpenter; how incredibly interesting.”

     How coincidental that the two both seemed to have a focus on body modification- or rather, enhancement. She figured that she could make use of him when it came to adjusting her work space; however, while her previous ‘home’ had scientists that wished to assist her vision in any way possible, this might not have been the case in this new setting.

     Her smile only grew more sinister in nature. Despite frequent disposal of some test subjects, her experiments would bring her actual joy.  

He stuck a single hand in his pocket, chuckling.

"Having lived for a millennium, one has no choice but to take matters into their own hands." Then again, he's also got enough money from running -- and founding -- a school that he could just hire someone to build things himself. After all, he's got three capable young men to rebuild his school whenever they destroy it.

But why in the world would he hire someone to build a secret lab in his own basement?

Noticing her slowly increasing grin -- albeit quite sinister -- Frankenstein stood still in his spot in front of the wall, crossing his arms. "Oh, I'm not selfish whatsoever, if that is what you are implying. There are plenty who wish upon themselves better abilities and come to me to obtain them." His voice had a small hint of pride, although subtle. Being over a thousand years old, he had experienced destruction and hatred against him due to all the experiments he had performed.

     Sapphire orbs fell to the side before lips parted to speak. Her neck tilted ever so slightly in order to gain sight of the man through peripherals. Even without him revealing that he was searching for a lab, his observations of her newfound workspace could have revealed this fact on its own.

     ”I assume that you were a self-made god, since such a concept was  merely created by humans. However, it is quite a shame that you were stripped of your abilities."

     Of course, Angelika was a firm believer of science; everything that exists and occurs in all universes has a scientific explanation. Nevertheless, the fact that he mentioned that whatever made him a god had been taken away from him only met that he had some type of ability considering that her superior form had been sealed somehow.

     Regardless of what he was once capable of, she was much more interested in his scientific capabilities. Sliding her resting arms inwards, she lifted herself onto the metal counter with crossed legs hanging over the ledge as she contemplated the idea of utilizing this person for his knowledge until she was able to build the foundations that she needed. While she preferred to work alone because anyone who she has ever worked with has either been unable to keep up with her progressive ideas or have had their second thoughts about her experiments, the idea with working alongside others wasn’t a completely new concept.

     Then again, he could have been a scientist of something trivial and not as innovative as she preferred. That would be quite a waste.

Continuing to look around the dry room, the blonde could only mentally prepare the room for the modifications he was planning to perform, including placing a large computer, complete with enormous keyboard on the back wall, after possibly having to modify the size of the room itself beforehand. Her voice, laced with interest, could be heard loud and clear, despite the thoughts that had occupied his focus. 

"Ah yes, the concept was indeed created by humans as a thing of faith. After all, what would the human race be without faith? One can only imagine." His gaze did not break from the wall, and a hand reached out for the drywall, determining if it were a good idea to demolish it.

Her intrigue in his abilities made Frankenstein intrigued in turn. Perhaps her own were taken as well…. In any case, when they were returned to her, he could study them for his own notes. One thing was for sure, and whatever she had achieved back in her world was gained through scientific means, experiments performed on herself. The last he had an assistant was several hundred years ago, although he had some doubts that this particular one in front of him would not double-cross him to some spiteful, power-seeking humans. She didn't seem the type to follow orders.

"Rather than impossible, it's more just difficult; no harm in demolishing a few unoccupied rooms." He turned his head to face her, then his whole body followed.

     ”My, I don’t believe that’s any way to talk to a woman who you have just met! Besides, I wouldn’t quite call my actions pretentious; ‘progressive’ suits them much better."

     Her devilish grin remained as she hadn’t felt the need to hide her intentions while simultaneously lacking the desire to reveal her wishes and plans to a complete stranger. Cold eye contact was broken by a few seconds of observation; despite that old saying about books and covers, she felt as though a person’s appearance and their energy told enough about them. At least, it was enough for Angelika to decide whether or not they were worth wasting any breath over. The man definitely didn’t seem heroic; perhaps he was actually one of the intelligent ones unlike these Supreme Body beings.

      She went over how suitable he would be as her first test subject, but his age and her lack of materials would definitely serve as a hindrance to her desired project. The scientist wouldn’t even consider partaking in a project that wouldn’t yield wondrous results. She placed both hands behind her and began tapping five fingers against cold metal. Angelika’s interest had been piqued and she wanted to see if it could be held for more than a brief amount of time.

"My apologies; however, you don't seem to be offended by it." After all, she did laugh at the word 'pretentious', even going as far as correcting him in saying that she was 'progressive' instead.

Removing the hand from his face, Frankenstein began to wander around the room, keeping note of what would need to be changed or added. The tapping of her five fingers had piqued the man's interest. Sure, it wasn't quite hard to tap all five fingers, but a single glance, and what was there was not five fingers, but six. There was no movement of her thumb as she rhythmically tapped them atop the metal surface.

Through this detail, the scientist determined -- not wondered, as it was quite obvious -- that this woman had done modification on her own body, and possibly on others. A simple smirk presented itself on his face, considering they had more in common than he had originally thought.

A laugh escaped his lips, and he stopped, standing behind her as she picked up the syringe with her gloved hand.

     ”You must train to be a god.”

     The idea was laughable to say the least, yet the scientist couldn’t laugh at these new circumstances. Her clones, her children, all of her work was all left behind. The modified, enhanced body that she had bestowed upon herself had been replaced with her former body that had only a small portion of the strength as the other.

     Despite feeling pangs of vexation, she recognized that there was nothing that she could do about it; how thankful she was to still have her intelligence that would allow her to start anew. Angelika had no doubts that while she was placed a few steps back, she would make sure that her research would continue and that she would only meet success that would surpass any past successes. She would create something that would rival a god, consume them, and then surpass them; it was as simple as that.

     Angelika managed to gather basic necessities: scrap metal, syringes, scalpels, and the like. Luckily those from the ‘Supreme Body’ were incredibly submissive; she merely had to tell the owners of a small business that sold metal trinkets that she wished to take over their business and they happily complied. Twelve gloved fingers cradled the tools that she had acquired as she entered the establishment. She couldn’t care less about the first floor. She only cared about the fact that this place had a basement that was filled with spare metal parts, a few tables, and materials used to weld said metal. This area had potential to be turned into her sanctuary.

     With the utmost grace, she neatly placed her tools on one metal table neatly. Using the white cloth that had been surrounding these tools, she threw it over one of cold, metal tables. Red lips curled into a smirk as she imagined all of her new possibilities; her hard work would surely pay off. Her index finger slid over one of the scalpels, placing it within her grasp as she remained in her daze. However, the bell that hung over the front entrance interrupted her daydreams; perhaps they wouldn’t even enter the dim basement that she was currently trying to improve.

She placed her scalpel on the table, but didn’t bother to disguise her work area to look like something less abnormal. Despite a sinister aura, she’d like to think that she was fully capable of using toxic words to reason with others. The door knob twisted slowly as the woman with platinum tresses maintained her crimson smirk, surrounded by the foundation of her future work space. However, it seemed as though cold hues were only met with ones that nearly matched hers.

In the millennium the blonde scientist had lived through, not once had he been 'spirited away' to another place. Waking up in darkness had frightened him just a bit, considering he just could not die just yet. However, when he met with that strange woman after wakening from the darkness, he was told to train to be a god. Almost immediately after hearing it, the man laughed. It certainly reverberated against the walls of the underground, startling every man, woman, and child going about their business. To say the least, they simply did not expect that sort of reaction.

Many years ago, he fondly thought back on, this mad scientist was revered much like a god to his people. A mad one, although one in aspect. Rather than train to obtain that status once again, he must reclaim the abilities he once had prior to arriving. It maddened him, causing another laugh to reveal itself from deep within him. This was more like an experiment than a bunch of trials, and the audacity the 'Supreme Body' had to just pluck him from his home in South Korea made him go mad.

A single hand covered half his face, a widened eye peeking from between slender fingers, and a sinister grin that reached from ear to ear would frighten a passerby upon a single glance. Beneath that sadistic chuckle lie a single goal: to find this 'Supreme Body' and cast his own experiments on them. The tables would turn, and he found plenty of enjoyment in this simple thought. However, this fantasy was stopped short as he remembered a single thing.

Cadis Etrama di Raizel.

His loyalty to the Noblesse had him regain his sanity, yet also cause worry within him. Was Raizel here as well? Had he noticed his loyal servant missing? Regardless, Frankenstein would have to use a laboratory to search for him, considering his link with his master was weakened.

A simple search of the second ring proved useful, as he had found a simple metalworks amongst a street of other small stores. It would prove useful to his plans, as he needed quite a bit of metal to build a laboratory from scratch. He peered through the window and found it empty, with not a soul to be seen. There was an aura around him, equally as sinister as his own. Curious, he followed the cold air to a door, leading down into a darkened basement. Showing no fear, he descended the staircase, and opened the door at the bottom. His eyes met with yet another pair, as if she were expecting him. The scientist showed no surprise, and a small smile was brought upon his face.

Facial features sporting a look of dubiety, a finger scratched at his jawline as the request was mulled over. A show and tell, was it? Nothing more than showing the results of all his hard work, though a more appropriate choice of word should’ve been ‘talents’ in place of ‘abilities.’ What it really came down to was that an opportunity to put on a show had been given, a chance to astound and mystify in the same manner his father had once. Something of this nature was impossible to simply pass up, but as most of his supplies had been confiscated a more basic performance was all that could be accomplished.

Luckily, simplicity had always been best.

“Not at all! There’s no point in doing magic if there’s not an audience.” It was belief held by most, if not, all magicians. The amazement instilled by their act, the brilliant smiles and peals of laughter, made it all worth it. With a bright smile and an extravagant flourish of a hand, a friendly reminder was given. ”Be sure to pay attention. You wouldn’t want to miss it.” Purposely seeking out how the act was performed contributed to making the magic seem genuine as if one looked too closely they would miss what was right before their very eyes.

Arms were shook out before the cuffs of his shirt were tugged down so that the space between fabric and skin could be seen, these actions taken to clearly demonstrate that there was, quite literally, nothing up his sleeve. Surely at ease, confidence was discernible as hands dropped back to their proper place at his sides. With an intended purpose did the magician tilt his head back in order for sapphire to gaze at the expanse of the sky, silently encouraging the man to do the same. ”Looking pretty lonely up there. Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Arms lifted to form a cross over his chest before dropping downwards to ascend in an arc, stretched upwards as far as possible. Four white figures no sooner burst free from the confines of sleeves proven to have been empty mere moments prior, two pigeons escaping from each to flap off into the distance with nothing but a few falling feathers to show they’d ever been present.

Frankenstein.