Ruling the World before Noon(Rosey and Tess)

[Mooka]

There were some things he hated about his job. Actually correction, there were lots of things which he despised. The people were the things he hated the most. No matter how much authority you had or power, people would just not listen to you. How many times had he said he needed this done or this done and had no one pick up the job? Countless…people were so unreliable these days. He could vaguely understand why at the facility people weren’t working: they had their “priorities”. These priorities being certain personal experiments they had that they worked on when they should be doing their real work. Though lots of times there was thin line between the two. Many of the works just loved to experiment of paranormals for the sake of hurting them.

Yet another thing he despised.

Yes he experimented on people himself, but that was much much different. He didn’t do it for fun or for sick enjoyment; it was purely in the name of science. HE was actually trying to better the world, but these workers just hurt the paranormals, these people for no reason. There was nothing much he could do about it though. That type of experimenting was very popular amongst the workers, and there could be no mutiny aboard this ship.

What he did like, was the certain intellectuals that he got to meet. The facility had some of the smartest people in the world under his belt, and Malcolm was glad he was allowed to discuss and share ideas with them. At this moment he was planning on doing the same thing. In about half an hour or so there was a scheduled personally meeting between himself and two of his female coworkers. One of the women was the lead at the hospital, and the other worked for himself. He hadn’t gotten to know the two very well; but from what he had heard they were sharp and cunning women. They had to be to fight their way through the positions in the work place; so they were much respected.

The man tugged on his tie while waiting for the train. He had a teeny weenie obsession with staying clean and tidy with his appearance. Malcolm patted his suit down to make sure there weren’t and creases and tucked a few stray strand of hair back to his head while he had time to spare. You had to look presentable for people to respect you; well that was his opinion any who.

The train was quick like always, as the ride under the ocean between compounds didn’t take much time. The transport pulled up slowly and there was a beeping sound as the doors slid open and a wave of people pressed against each other as a new shift started and people were going home or just heading to work. Malcolm flowed with the traffic and managed to find an empty handle to grab onto as the doors beeped another warning a slid to a quiet shut before the train was off again.

The ride was short, as previously mentioned, being only about fine minutes before the awful beeping started up once again and the doors opened, but no one entered this time. As he expected onto the “station” he walked promptly towards set of large stairs and started to ascend them, knowing his way around here fairly well now. On the next floor of the building, it was still below ground with the hospital looming overhead mind you, there were mostly break rooms and meeting rooms. There were also a few personal offices scattered around here and there. Malcolm found ismelf going towards the end of a long hallway in the last room there was, and unlocked the door before making himself at hoem inside.

The room was set up almost like a person’s living room, with couches and other comfortable places to sit scattered here and there with tables set up along side a few of them. The wall colors were pained duller shades of green and the room did have a small cozy effect to it. In one corner of the room there was a smack kitchen space, which he went to and flicked on the coffee pot before making himself at home on one of the couches. Now all he had to do was wait, he was a little early as he glanced at his watch. Which he always seemed to be. Time was money.

(( Sorry making up building plans is hard xD Lets go rule the world children then we will have a spot of tea~ ))

[Hadrian]

A pair of ivory heels clicked loudly against equally as white floors as the woman wearing them walked purposefully through just one of many long hallways towards her destination, passing countless offices and rooms with windows all as transparent as ice. Said hallway was filled with light, though without any apparent source for it.

The woman, Citole ignored whatever else was going on in the other rooms as she passed door after door after window after window. She already knew of the sorts of experimentations and procedures carried out behind those doors. Being head of the paracetoid research and gifted biologist at the compound, closely connected towards research on the emerald jewel wasp as well as acting as a part time physicist at the hospital, she knew almost as much about the ins and outs as most of the higher ranking staff who worked within the compound.

Some higher security rooms, mostly situated on the fourth, or fifth floors were guarded by at lease two or three men with guns. In a way, Citole couldn't blame them for being overly cautious; from their perspective, a few deaths was nothing if it meant preserving the secrets those rooms held inside of them.

Her long blonde hair bounced slightly as she walked, framing her diamond-shaped face, while her cold, glacier blue eyes stared ahead. Around her neck, she wore a Cubic Zirconia and Silver Pearl necklace, and a set of black pearl earrings. As well as her heels, the rest of her was clad in a pair of dark blue jeggings, and a simple white long-sleeve. Normally you may see Citole wearing a lab coat over the top of her attire, only today she was simply required to attend a meeting to discuss certain events and developments in hers, as well as two others scientists' fields. The three were connected in some way or another, or so she was told.

It was not something she was necessarily keen on attending, though it may prove beneficial to her research. Research being the paracetoid research, her case with Erik Chan, and a very new and interesting oppertunity to become closer involved in the development of his recently rediscovered daughter Tara Chan, and the little miracle baby growing inside of her womb, in thanks to the vigilant aid of Dr Dylan Hope.

Paranormals... or unnaturals as Citole occasionally reffered to them as, tended to band together. Rarely would you find a solo paranormal. They were like herd animals; safer in numbers. The friendly folk who worked with the compound were the predators. When hunting in numbers they were stronger, they could track and bring down their prey.

Once Citole reached the door she had been searching for, she typed out a code attached to a small computer screen beside the door. As soon as it was accepted, a type of holographic projectory appeared in front of her from what would have appeared to be a small camera on the door handle. She typed in another code, and with a faint 'click' the door opened on it's own.

Stepping inside, Citole could see that it was clear she was not alone. She sniffed, scenting some form of soap, or a cologne. Then with her eyes, she spotted him. A tall, pale and clean shaven man with dark hair situated on a couch. The had handsome features, from what she could tell; a high forhead and cheekbones, as well as a long straight nose. He had thin lips, and a slender jaw.

He was also quiet. The only sound she could hear was the sound of water within a kettle beginning to boil. The door clicked shut behind her, and immediately, she set into action. "Good morning Mister Rollie." Citole spoke in a proffessionally amicable tone of voice as she stepped lightly towards the small seating area in the middle of the olive-green room. As much as she would have loved to have had a say in the choice of color, the room it also had a comfortable feel to it.

Despite having an Australian accent, Citole also spoke with a refined decorum. "You may already know that my name is Doctor Citole Snare." Holding out her hand, she intended to shake his, before lowering herself to sit in the chair opposite of him. "But I don't believe that we've officially met yet." She told him, folding one leg over the other, as she did the same to her hands, on her lap.

Of course Citole was aware that he was the COO, and perhaps the person who had organised this meeting so he more than likely already knew who she was. As COO, he was the second-highest ranking executive in the whole company, and quite possibly the eventual successor of the CEO, whom Citole had certainly never met before. It was Malcolm's responsibility to act as the director of operations, another reason why this meeting between themselves, and another scientist who went by the name of Delila Douglas, a fellow biologist who also majored in paranormal medicine. It was now she who they were currently waiting for.

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Delilah brushed her still drying hair with a small travel comb when her bus arrived. It was sunny again in the beautiful city of Hobart and she wondered if she would ever grow as tired of the sun as some of her co-workers had. Sure, some rain would be nice; it had been a long while since they had seen a good rainfall. But the sun… the sun seemed to bring out the nicest things in the world. The trees glowed in the purest shades of green, the sky was so blue it was hard to imagine the blackness that lay beyond its borders, and the buildings seemed to bask in the color. Even the bus seemed to glitter under its usual layer of grime as it hugged the curb and slowed to a stop with a groaning screech and admitted her through its front entrance with a relieved sigh.

As Delilah stepped onto the bus she felt a sudden sense of panic and her toes curled painfully in a vain attempt to stop her flat from slipping off her slender foot. She always had a hard time finding shoes that fit properly and she knew the flats were probably a gamble. She was going to step out to grab the shoe but the bus doors were already closing and the driver had already begun to pull away from the stop. A car cut in front of the bus just as Delilah was in mid-step and sudden jerk of the bus when the driver stopped to blare his horn at the other driver sent her stumbling forward and into the lap of an unsuspecting passenger, who yelped in surprise. She quickly regained her footing and flashed the other woman an apologetic look as she swiped her bus pass and sheepishly took a seat a few rows away. The woman was obviously not impressed with having been accidentally tackled and kept shooting Delilah angry looks, mumbling darkly under her breath. Delilah blushed and hid her face with the palm of her hand, sinking low into her seat and staring out the window, hoping this would be a short and merciful trip.

The bus ride was fairly standard, for which the awkward looking woman was very glad. Delilah was not a particularly gorgeous woman, not by popular standards anyway, but that was not the reason she looked awkward. Despite having several degrees in medicine, biology and psychology, Delilah still had a rather low opinion of herself. In her eyes it was much better than having a high opinion of herself because then she would just make an ass of herself. But she was not used to being overly praised for her work or her personality. She enjoyed her alone time and enjoyed her work, and in a business situation she could hold her own as well as the next person. But socially? Socially speaking she was more awkward than a three legged giraffe on stilts, wearing a blindfold and a clown costume, juggling skunks, and trying to whistle “Row, row, row your Boat” in cannon… with itself. Actually… she chuckled aloud to herself as her stop arrived and the doors yawned outward to admit her exit. That was an amusing image.

The one-shoed woman slung her bag over her shoulder and quickly checked herself in the mirror. A complete disaster if she ever saw one! Her hair was all over the place—the humidity did very little for her in that sense. Her face was pale and dry for lack of cosmetics. She was wearing a plain black tee-shirt, a size too large for her, under a gray wind-breaker she had purchased in college. She had at least tried with her shorts, which came to her knees and were almost the correct size, but not quite. Her feet…well one was shoed and the other was bare. She loathed thinking of what germs she might encounter on her way to the meeting. So many diseases and bugs going around, not to mention the possibility of contracting a fungus! With that gruesome thought in mind, Delilah took a moment to visit the gift shop and was forced to purchase a pair of pink bunny slippers—the only pair of footwear in the shop that was her approximate size. She checked her watch—late! “Darn it!” she hissed, shuffling along as fast as she could in her slippers toward the elevator, down to the lower level where the offices were, and finally to her designated meeting place. She ran her hand through her hair in attempt to calm it and gave herself one more critical look in the window, sighed heavily to calm her nerves, and entered the room with a fluttering nervousness in her stomach.

“Good morning Mr. Rollie. Doctor Snare.” She nodded to them both in turn as she un-shouldered her bag and took the last available seat. “My apologies for my tardiness; I had a, er, interesting trip over here.” She sighed inwardly. They must think so poorly of her right now! But she pushed that feeling aside and pursed her lips, “I assume there is some business we need to discuss…?”


(( OOC: Here she is! ))

[Mooka]

Malcolm ran his hands along his forehead, pushing his hair back before returning his hands to his face and moved his cheeks up and down with his fingers. He honestly didn’t like talking to people on such- not personable- but things that didn’t pertain to work. He honestly didn’t have a very active social life outside of work, he had a couple close guy friends who went out on the town a few times a month, but that was that. Malcolm had always been happy being alone in the company of himself and I. He didn’t mind people…they just didn’t really understand some of his point of views. Which he could get, he had a warped sense of what he wanted in life; that seven sometimes he himself was confused with.

A small noise caught his attention, and he placed his hands on his knees, glancing at the door as nonchalantly as he could. It wasn’t long until the door silently slid open, but the figure the entered wasn’t as quiet as the door had been. Her heels, which he never understood how women wore those without killing themselves, made a tapping noise every time her foot touched the floor. The woman in possession of the heels had an aura about her that just radiated confidence and security in herself as a person. Her complexion was pale, almost white, with rosy dusted cheeks. There was a curious glint in her eye that he couldn’t quite place his finger on, but it sent chills up his spine.

He stood up quickly, to be polite of course, as she made her way through the room. As she stuck out her hand he took it and shook it briefly before sitting back down. “Ah please push past the formalities Mrs. Snare.” He smirked slightly at how ironic his words were. “If it is alright with you I’d preferred to be called Malcolm. No I do not believe we have met before, it is a pleasure of course. You’re well known in your work.”

From what he had heard through the grapevine, Citole was not a woman to be messed with. She held many positions and titles, of which all he couldn’t name, and was very efficient in her work. As much as he despised the fact that people hurt the paranormals, there was nothing he would say to her about the matter. As long as people were loyal and efficient, nothing else really did matter. They were only hurting themselves in the long run.

Malcolm leaned back in his chair and intertwined his fingers. Hopefully Miss Douglas will be here soon and we can get this little get together started and then have you on your way again. I’m sure you’re very busy woman.” Though his emotions were very placid, his voice fluctuated smoothly between words, adding small hints of what could possibly pass off as happiness here and there.

Their missing person wasn’t too long to show up. Though she looked quite a mess! Delilah’s hair was sticking up in a few places here and there and she was wearing…bunny slippers on her feet! He raised one of his brows higher than the other and offered a small smile; not knowing really what to say under the circumstances. He didn’t know if he should apologize, chastise her for her lateness, or inquire her about her travels. Though she seemed a bit embarrassed about this whole situation and had plopped herself down in a seat and questioned why they were all there. At least things would be easy staring up the conversation with the two.

“Nice of you to join us, I assure you hardly kept us waiting.” Malcolm pulled himself upright and smiled genuinely, feeling a little giddy. ‘I suppose you’re wondering why I called you two here. Well I have an interesting proposal, and some questioning.”

The man gripped his knees tightly. “Both of you are very intelligent, and full of ideas that this company, facility, whatever you’d like to call it needs. We have done the same boring, kidnapping off the street and experimenting on for as long as I know of. It’s time to bring the facility into a new light.” He brought his hands up to his side and made them into fists shaking them softly. “We all have our side projects going on, everyone does, and I’d like to know what yours were.” He looked at both of them in turn as he spoke. “We need minds like yours to bring in new ideas the world has never seen, and I have sneaking suspicions you both have a few plans set in motion already or ideas begging to be let out.”

His heart was pounding in excitement as he slowly relaxed as he noticed his body was rather tense. “Tell me about them.”

[Hadrian]

A flash of mild irritation flashed across Citole's features as Malcolm reffered to her as a "Mrs" rather than a "Miss". It irked her enough when her underling's called her "Ma'am" without someone making an assumption about her marital status. Knowing he was her superior though, she thought better to correct him. Besides... he had gone on to say that she was well known in her work, and that in her mind, was a compliment.

Citole had built herself a pretty good reputation over the years in regards to her field of work. She enjoyed what she did, and evidence was shown in the results she produced. Citole expected the best from those who worked under her, so if they could not provide the best, they would be discharged. It was purely as simple as that.

"Hopefully Miss Douglas will be here soon and we can get this little get together started and then have you on your way again. I’m sure you’re very busy woman.” Busy was a slight understatement, but as it goes, no matter how inconveniant these sort of meetings are, they were also essential.

"It's no matter," She dismissed, drumming her fingers against the opposite palm of her hand twice. Her voice sounded mildly bored. "After all, it is imperative we ensure new ideas continue rolling, so to speak."

As per the request of the CEO in charge of the compound, the staff who were called upon to attend a meeting were generally obliged to ensure that the proceedings remained classified, unless given permission under certain circumstances. If anything that was said in these proceedings was discussed beyond that very room, even with persons currently present, it would be considered a crime and subject to a type of court assembly to judge on a case of treason.

Citole probably would have said more, but before anything else crossed her mind, out of the corner of her eye, she watched the door open with a faint click. Glancing up, Citole then took in the sight of the last member of their meeting.

Suddenly interested, she studied the woman as she bustled into the room and lowered herself into the remaining free seat. Citole offered her an appraising look. Her hair was short, lightbrown, and untidy. Citole was sure she could also see a few silvered strands here and there. She wore a large wind-breaker, as well as what looked like a simple black shirt - perhaps a size or two too large for her frame - underneath. She wore a pair of 3/4 pants, and on her feet she wore a pair of the most rediculous rabbit slippers... as if she'd simply forgotten to change her shoes before she left her home. The womans eyes, even though not focussed on him, already conveyed an amiable face, which Citole hadn't expected to see from what was, all told, an employee at the compound. She could see the womans laughter lines, even from her point across from her.

"For someone who has been called to a formal meeting, Doctor Douglas, you seem curiously dressed," She said, once the Doctor looked settled enough, with a small smirk. It was only a light jab at the woman's attire of course. Barely intended to offend, really. Citole had no way of knowing how Delilah would take the comment; either in stride or take offense, though she hoped for the latter. It wasn't up to her how people reacted. She only knew that it was her job as the reciever to act accordingly.

Citole felt quite at ease as she listened while Malcolm officially began the meeting. Both intelligent, and full of ideas, Citole felt a sense of fullfillment at the shared praise. The COO was also right; they [had indeed been doing the same boring, deeds again and again. It was certainly time for something new.

Taking lead, Citole decided to go first. Coughing once to clear her throat, she sat up a little straighter, looking at each of her co-workers as she began to speak her mind. "So far, we have been performing the same, mundane plans over and again. As you know, the wasp venom project is reaching it's completion," There was an undertone of pride in her voice at the mention of her project. "As many know, I have also been keeping an eye on Mr Chan on the side as well, and so far, everything has been going smoothly."

She continued. "Interestingly enough, it has recently come to light that he has a long-lost daughter, whom Doctor Hope - a once-gifted scientist turned doctor - has successfully inseminated using an experimental-yet breakthough procedure by creating artificial "sperm" by using bone marrow from Tara's parter. Both women are vampires. So not only is this case intriguing from a medical point of view, but I assume I don't need to emphasis how unique this oppertunity is. We may now be given a chance to further study the infant once it is born. Seeing as I am already working closely with Mr Erik Chan, I wish to propose that I personally carry out a few... harmless tests on the infant once it is born. Assuming the birthing goes smoothly, I would very much like to examine the child. After all... how many times have you heard of a vampire being born into the world, rather than created through venomous bite?" She gave both of the other people pointed looks.

"Also... there is a matter of Miss Chan's friends. From what I know of her already, she keeps company with other paranormals... all of which I have admittedly not been introduced to. She co-owns a Burlesque Club with her partner, a female who goes by the name of Azure. Being on good terms with Doctor Hope, I assume the two of them also know his current girlfriend Xara, who as rumor has it, knows of a few more." She let this sink in for a flicker of a moment, before finishing off with, "Once better aquianted with these others, I request permission to create profiles on them. If they are of interest, perhaps we should bring a few in."

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"For someone who has been called to a formal meeting, Doctor Douglas, you seem curiously dressed."


Delilah flashed Citole an awkward and fleeting smile. She knew someone would mention it, in fact they both had mentioned it, both Snare and Rollie. She could feel a tightening in her stomach, unwelcome and nerve-racking, at the lack of knowing exactly what those two thought of her first impression. She was not usually so scatterbrained as to lose an entire shoe and show up to a meeting late. Sometimes she would feel scatterbrained but would hardly ever let it show and so no one could ever really tell. But today was a bit of an off day; indeed, she was still reeling from the loss of one of her clients, and the grieving process had been a long and difficult one for her. Of course she could never let anyone know why she took her banked time off just after clients perished. Many believed, and Delilah encouraged this rumor, that she took days off just after a client perished to recuperate and prepare for the next one. That she liked the time alone to look over her data and make thoughtful and informed decisions on her next project.

This was only half true. She spent a lot of prep-time before accepting a new client because she did not want to kill any more of them. She did it more for their health, comfort and safety than for the longevity of her work. But if anyone knew she felt compassion for her subjects her integrity and loyalty would be called into question. She would be accused of having conflicted interests, of working against the goals of the company. But she had her justifications all laid out for when that happened. If workers were more concerned with their subjects’ wellbeing, safety and happiness then the subjects would be more willing and more able to work with the scientists instead of against them. Less time and effort would be needed to start all over and the company could save millions of dollars in housing, feeding and welfare costs of acquiring and keeping new subjects. Also, she thought glumly, since when was it a crime to care about something that expresses emotions, such as trust and love, toward you? How was it so hard for people to become attached to the beings they worked so close to? Heartless stones, she thought, the lot of them.

Delilah did not have too many side projects. In fact she had had none, because she felt as if she could do more useful things with her regular projects as long as she poured all of her energy into them which, most days, was necessary. She was a little stuck to explain she had opted out of taking on any side-projects. She listened to Citole intently.

She seemed to have quite a bit of side-projects on the fly. Many of which seemed wildly unethical to Delilah. Her heart nearly froze when she said she was considering testing on an innocent little baby. Really? After what those women had to go through to get that baby (Delilah had naturally studied up on the files), Citole was going to treat them like a breeding pair of lab rats and test on their baby without rhyme, reason or his/her parent’s permission? She tensed up immediately. She didn’t like the sounds of this. Not one bit.

“Well…” she rubbed her nose thoughtfully and shook her head, “I’m not sure what I would like to do. I would like to refrain from direct experimentation,” she was tempted to slide a glance Citole’s way, but didn’t, “My strengths really pretty much rely on psychoanalysis and pharmaceutical studies. I can also compile information into comprehensive files. Do we… know if there are any existing files to work off of?”

Delilah liked working from a distance; she could keep her hands clean that way.

[Mooka]

Malcolm couldn’t help but feel…a bit odd with these two women. The fact that they were woman meant nothing, it was just their age. Sure they were only a few years older than him, it still felt odd giving them instructions and essentially being their boss. He was never much of a leader, but the job was up for grabs and he was more power hungry than anything. Sucking up having more responsibility and pressure was worth the pay raise and access to equipment and codes that would advance any research he desired. Which is what he wanted the most.

He stifled a chuckle as Citole addressed the subject of Delilah’s attire. He wasn’t one to judge, but her dress was more than odd. Though he hadn’t called her out on it, Citole sure seemed to not waste a breath. He couldn’t tell if it was meant to be funny or hurtful. Oh well, women would be women, and he was never known for understanding them very well.

Getting comfortable, he ran a hand down the front of his shirt trying to press it straight. He had found over the years that he could never stay still. He always had to be playing with something, rubbing his arm, or touching his hair. Someone had told him once that he did it because he was nervous, but he had shot that idea down quickly. Him nervous? Never! He was too proud to be nervous, and what was there for him to fear? The idea of people fearing speaking in crowds or talking to others seemed to fall from his grasp. How could you be afraid of that if people could try and kill you, or a metro could fall from the sky at any moment and you were dead just like that? If a person lived in a life of fear then they were never truly living. Malcolm shook his head as he realized he had taken and tangent and rolled with it, chattering to himself about off topic things.

While listening to Citole, his left hand snaked up into his right armed sleeve. Absentmindedly he ran his fingers along the abrasion running up his forearm. The scar felt hard towards the top of crease where it had scabbed over, and he could feel his pulse beating steady.

The wasp venom project seemed to be the hot topic as of late. Bugs that could turn people into basically zombies were such a great idea; discreet bugs being deadly and evil. Though the ethical views of the project were awful, he wasn’t going to even mutter a word against it. If this brought in more test subjects than he was happy, and if it could be used on humans, then even better.

His eyes flickered upwards while looking at the blonde woman intently. This Hope man had created a baby using the bone marrow of another woman? Science was making leaps and bounds! It wouldn’t be long until men could be having children as well or people were having children with themselves, which could go into cloning and so on and so forth…Wasn’t science amazing? People could work with what other people had discovered and keep building and advancing, never taking a step back.

“Yes you should go right ahead and being to study that child! That’s a great breakthrough!” The fact that the child was also a vampire meant so much to him….if they could figure out how Hope did it, they could essentially turn humans into vampires without a bite.

Malcolm rubbed his chin while Delilah spoke. “Well you could help with profiles of the friends possibly? I’m sure Citole wouldn’t mind whipping one up of Tara and her child, then you could work from there?” He offered. He wanted to be as helpful as he could to Delilah, giving her some kudos for not wanting to experiment.

At the word Xara his blood froze, though he tried as hard as he could not to show any signs of worry. He had met that woman before, even successfully lured her away, but she started to cry and spill her guts about what had happened to her recently that he had-regrettably- let her go. To him, she had done her time helping the facility that it wasn’t fair to keep her locked up yet again. “Yes I agree with you doctor Snare, keeping these being in our sights will only be to our advantage; and possible security if they found out what they are doing.” He looked at Citole sternly then looked at Delilah as well. “If they discover what we are up to we will have to consider the possibility of destroying them and anyone who cares for them you understand this yes? And I’d rather not have things come to this…it would be…rather messy to clean up.” He sniffed.

[Hadrian]

"Perfect," Citole practically purred as Malcolm offered each woman his consent to their proposals, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She could only assume that the COO had accepted their ideas on the proviso that the women work closely, if not together on the projects, considering their motives were so similar.

Citole was acustomed to being in the top of her field, and being in a possition of power above her other co-workers. Rarely did she agree to working alongside a person, but regarding the circumstances, she was willing to make an allowance for this Doctor Douglas seeing as the outcome would be in her own favor as well. Though they would be working together, Citole also wished to set up certain rules and provisions of her own if she and Doctor Douglas were going to maintain an amicable relationship. Citole wanted to make sure the woman knew where she stood, first off. She was a solitary person, and so would not wish to "make friends", but if she was also in any way offensive (she probably meant it) but not as seriously as some may take it; example would be her comment on the Doctors attire. She was also very blatant in her dislike and mistrust towards really anything that isn't Human, so no offense should possibly be made there. Other than that, unless Delilah got in her way in regards to her work, Citole could see them getting along just nicely.

Citole already had a suspition that young Tara's partner, Azure had her own suspitions about her, which posed as a problem. With the dear Doctor Douglas working along side her, perhaps Citole stood a better chance of gaining their trust.

From what Citole knew of Doctor Douglas, she was very tallented in her fields of psychoanalysis and pharmaceutical studies. Like all of the head scientists and head doctors at the compound, they were top of their field. The COO and CEO wanted nothing but the best, of course, to advance their research. Delilah was not as ruthless as some of her other co-workers, but she most certainly got the job done with little hessitation or questions asked. It was completely fine by Citole that Delilah wished to abstain from direct experimentation; that was Citole's area anyway. The other Doctor would do very well to assist in the collecting of information on their desired test subjects. "I believe that we do have some existing files on some of our subjects," she nodded, folding one leg neatly on top of the other as she addressed Delilah directly now. "I have direct access to Miss Chan's file seeing as Doctor Hope has given me permission to take on the responsibility of handling some of his medical cases while he is on leave. The vampiress' ally's must have been checked-in to the hospital at some point or other so surely it should not be difficult to find their files. But then again, if we find they have none, we can always give them a reason to pay a visit to the hospital." She added with a wicked glint in her eyes. "There we have more tools at our disposal if we wish to perform physical examinations. Doctor Douglas, if we wish to gain insight to their psychoanalytic profiles, you may wish to go straight to Doctor Hope and express an interest. Or perhaps create a faux friendship with one of their ally's. The latter idea may take time, but the more trust we gain, the better our chances are in ensuring our little co-project is a success. What are your thoughts, Mr Rollie?"

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Delilah blushed slightly as Citole seemed to just take control. She had been anticipating this of course, Doctor Snares reputation precedes her. There was no way that Delilah had gone through seven years of bachelors studies, tree years of internship, and an additional five for her masters degree just to be bossed around by some scalpel happy lunatic with a boob job; come on, those couldn’t possibly be real! Delilah fumed. And the worst part of it was that she was getting bossed around in front of Malcolm, her boss, and was starting to look like she was completely unprepared for the job he was asking her to do. Just because she didn’t want to do it, didn’t mean she couldn’t. She cleared her throat,

“Actually Doctor Snare I think we’d best go about this a bit more cautiously. I feel like you are suggesting I somehow just…insert myself into the situation, but it is not going to be that simple. With you already asserting yourself in the lives of the young vampires via Tara’s father and your connections in the hospital, and Tara’s fiancé Azure already on the alert, it would be completely folly to think I can simply ask Doctor Hope to study his friends. He obviously cares for these two women and if they seem to think I would be of any risk to their child I can see him cutting me—and you—off completely, so if my arrival ends up setting off those alarms, which I think it will if I even hint that I am associated with you and also interested in taking psych files off of them, not only my mission but your mission will be completely compromised. That aside will also need to be on a more personal than professional level with the people I wish to study and in a family like theirs – I have taken the liberty of doing a bit of homework—I can see that being quite the difficult thing to achieve.

“These are the existing files I was able to pull out of records. The Miami “incident” was of particular interest of me and my colleagues and I was a part of the think-tank that they assembled to analyze and compile conclusions and suggestions for future project: preventative studies, essentially. These are the two we were able to positively identify; I think you’ll recognize this face Doctor Snare.” Delilah pulled out a file labeled

Experiment Six
Azure McCalla

Delilah opened her purse and produced photocopies of the files she managed to pull from the system’s master database, “This is Azure McCalla, called herself Syx in the compound as a sort of a handle, or a nickname. She was originally from Australia, immigrated to America with her family in her late teens, had some sort of falling out I suppose, and was employed with the Miami branch shortly after. Her main function was in the neuroscience department where she was subject to quite the impressive spectrum of experimentation. Generally a calm temperament…was said to be rather soft spoken, kind of quiet, but with a flair for dance. She and her partner now own their own burlesque club, which seems to be doing well. I’m not entirely sure about the circumstances of her transformation to being a vampire and what kind of effect it had on her symptoms—you can glance through those, on page seven—but that would be something I would definitely try to get to the bottom of.

“Now during her time at the Miami branch she met Experiment three-four-six--one, an alien woman named Oot-keh-vah-uht-shaw-rah, or however you pronounce that, people just called her shaw-uhrah. Shawrah is the woman with the red hair and the tail you see here, single handedly decimating Miami’s elite security force. She’s the one we should really look out for; she’s bloodthirsty, strong, and ruthless. Her people were of a barbarian race… nothing in her files suggests any intelligence in particular. She speaks English just fine but according to these files she’s of below average intelligence. She has a slurry of impressive mental abilities specific to her species however, and I’m sure I know more than one neuroscientist who would love to get their hands on that noggin of hers. Of her friends and family I am guessing she’s more the muscle than the brains. I would be more wary of McCalla and Doctor Hope. It would be good to stay away from her daughter if at all possible. That little girl is the reason so many men and women died that day. For whatever she may lack in intelligence she makes up for in killing power. The girl is certainly a high interest person, but if we’re to do this and come out in one piece, let alone with information, we’ll have to be patient and observe from a comfortable distance until momma-bear decides we are trustworthy. If she decides it, anyway.”

She leaned back in her seat and smirked. Take that, miss Bossy McFussypants. She thought as she glanced at Citole. This was probably the only perk to having a job that required she do so much paperwork: she had the clearance and know-how to access it. She waited for a little bit, allowing for her colleagues to skim over the files, then said “I don’t know who else they are affiliated with. There was an incident involving Experiment Six, another alien, a demon or something and a male nurse? That information was classified to higher level of clearance than what I have,” she turned her attention to Malcolm and leaned forward, “but that could be coincidental. We do know for sure there is the five of them: Azure, Tara, Shawrah, Dylan and Shawrah’s daughter…Sasha I think it was. Considering all Shawrah and McCalla have been through with the facility already I can’t see them taking too kindly to a lot of strange medical professionals sniffing about. Which is why I suggest I take a more intrinsic approach; find a way to insert myself into their lives without looking like I am trying to, and make it seem like it was their idea. If they think they invited me into their lives, I will be able observe them in their normal conditions.”

She almost added ‘and perhaps Citole could pretend to be a close friend’ but after her first impression of the woman Delilah doubted she wanted to spend any more time than necessary with the woman. Malcolm was a nice enough man, however, and she did not mind working for him as long as he gave her her space. Mostly she had wanted to impress him. Sure she was…unique. But she was competent, and not as completely incapable of dealing with the outside world as she may have come off as being. “What are your thoughts, sir?”


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[Mooka]

The two women started talking to one another, well Citole was really the one talking, and he was just left to watch and listen to them as they swapped gestures and words. He rather liked it this ay, just sitting back and letting things happen as they would without putting his foot in the door. It added much more drama to the situation. Made things much more entertaining.

The two women were obviously very different as far as habits, personality, and even the way they held themselves. Citole was a very strong straightforward woman that wouldn’t let people push her around and would gladly step on you if you raised a hand to her. Delilah on the other hand seemed like a person who wasn’t very comfortable with herself and was quite modest with her amount of skill and schooling she had. They were going to clash, it was obvious to see, and he couldn’t wait! Seeing women bickering about who was more right was hilarious, unless you were on the receiving end of the stick…luckily he wasn’t.

Though what happened next surprised him! As Citole finished her long instructions and ideas to the other woman, Delilah actually retaliated! She was snippy in her response as she said that Citole’s ideas didn’t seem like the best ones to her. He pulled a small smile, eyes darting to the blonde’s face to see what her reaction would be.

As Delilah pulled out some files, he cocked his head to the side, trying to spur some faces to match with names as she listed off a few. “How up to date are those files exactly Miss Douglas?” He mused, sticking out a hand wanting to take a look at one of them. ‘We should make sure that they are correct in their findings so we don’t have any mishaps. Don’t want to make a fool of ourselves do we?” He chuckled, not wanting to get even a single fact wrong about any of these potential threats to the company.

After the two had said their part they both asked for his opinions. He cleared his throat before beginning to ramble. “Well I do rather like the idea of a more cautious approach, but Citole has done a fantastic job snuggling herself into the family, and I don’t see the harm of Miss Douglas doing the same. No harm done there, if you can handle it Delilah. No getting attached to any of them with that kind little heart of yours.” He rubbed his chin. “I don’t think we should focus on a sole figure in the group though. It would be too suspicious if we just focused on one sole person, unless we could somehow get somebody to become more isolated from the group then dive in. I’m sure there has to be a kid or two moving out of the house, or some social oddities in there that we should look into.” He nodded curtly to himself, as he tried to remember everything he wanted to say and not forget anything.

“And weaknesses. I’d like to focus on that myself if need be. We can’t have flimsy little guards running about with gun that shoot cotton candy at them if it all comes to that. Each of their species’ must have weaknesses, we already have vampires so at least we can prepare our staff for them, but not the others.” From what he had read and heard of the attack at the other headquarters, the guards were thrown about like rag dolls and hardly put up a fight. He’d not allow this compound to go down with such embarrassment, or down at all.

“Also, I can see you ladies aren’t the best of playmates, try not to let your emotions get in the way now please? Wouldn’t want any missteps in these little plans. Citole I take it you’re willing to dispose of your boyfriend once he’s of no use?”

(( Sorry for eh everything? Least it’s a post ^^; ))

[Hadrian]

From what Citole knew of Doctor Douglas, she was very tallented in her fields of psychoanalysis and pharmaceutical studies. Like all of the head scientists and head doctors at the compound, they were top of their field. The COO and CEO wanted nothing but the best, of course, to advance their research. Delilah was not as ruthless as some of her other co-workers, but she most certainly got the job done with little hessitation or questions asked. It was completely fine by Citole that Delilah wished to abstain from direct experimentation; that was Citole's area anyway. The other Doctor would do very well to assist in the collecting of information on their desired test subjects. "I believe that we do have some existing files on some of our subjects," she nodded, folding one leg neatly on top of the other as she addressed Delilah directly now. "I have direct access to Miss Chan's file seeing as Doctor Hope has given me permission to take on the responsibility of handling some of his medical cases while he is on leave. The vampiress' ally's must have been checked-in to the hospital at some point or other so surely it should not be difficult to find their files. But then again, if we find they have none, we can always give them a reason to pay a visit to the hospital." She added with a wicked glint in her eyes. "There we have more tools at our disposal if we wish to perform physical examinations. Doctor Douglas, if we wish to gain insight to their psychoanalytic profiles, you may wish to go straight to Doctor Hope and express an interest. Or perhaps create a faux friendship with one of their ally's. The latter idea may take time, but the more trust we gain, the better our chances are in ensuring our little co-project is a success. What are your thoughts, Mr Rollie?"

To say that Citole had underestimated Doctor Douglas may be percieved as a bit of an understatement. Delilah's initial persona appeared to dissolve in front of her eyes as she began to revise an alternative to her suggested plan pitching. Delilah wished to take on a more cautious approach. Sitting back, Citole watched the Doctor intently, a ghost of a smile playing upon her delicare lips. Not many people in their right mind - perhaps even in their wrong mind - dissagreed with Citole. It amused her, if not irritated her somewhat. If Delilah was an underling, in her own department she would have fired her immediately. But in light of their current circumstance, sitting with the CEO, attempting to come up with a safe, and effective method of inserting them both into the lives of these paranormal beings who seemed insistant on remaining constant thorns in the facility/compounds sides.

Delilah had a point, and had obviously done her research; proof of it being shoved into her face shortly after the Doctor decided to point out the flaws in her plans. Delilah retrieved one of the files she had brought with her, and handed it to Citole to look at; opening the file, she flicked through the first few pages, skim-reading some of the information collected.

Experiment Six. Yes, she was quite familiar with this particular patient. The experimentation attempted on this particular young woman in the neuroscience department was relatively new; tested on animals in the past, but not on Humans. Miss McCalla was one of the first Human's tested on, who survived. The surgeries were numerous, and tedious; the goal was to merge Azure's conscious and subconscious mind together. They were successful. Unfortunately, a decision had been made to release her, even while so much more research could have been made. But with the success of Experiment Six, the scientists and neurosurgeons had greater oppertunities to test on beings of a different species.

To be given the oppertunity to gain further insight into the possibility of changes Miss McCalla's brain might have developed since her vampiric transformation was something they'd be fools to pass up.

Delilah went on to remind Citole of the experiement number 3461 as well, an alien the Miami scientists had nicknamed 'Shawra', since nobody could accurately pronounce the name given to her at birth. Shawra's friends; the aliens and paranormals who were involved with her called her 'Xara'. Citole stared at the photograph in front of her, examining the feiry red hair and long, erect ears. This alien single-handedly decimated Miami’s elite security force? The reliability of that information seemed questionable. But, the Miami facility had underestimated Xara once, the mistake shouldn't be made twice.

It was the mental abilities which facinated Citole; it was not her area of expertise, but she'd kill (liturally) for a chance to study further into these mental abilities the dear Xara possessed. Her daughter too; the product of both the alien Xara and a demon Edison Sarlock, who was another being of great interest. If there were a way to cultivate his species' abilities without needing to endure the transformation of becoming a demon, that'd be... well, fantastic. If Sasha was the reason the whole facility break in happened in the first place, Delilah was correct, they would need to proceed with great caution.

The other beings in which Xara was affiliated with were not as well known, of course. Though if both Citole and Delilah had their way, that would change, of course. What Citole knew of that great escape, it had been pure dumb luck. The demon Edison Sarlock had assisted the aliens' and male nurses' escape. Miss McCalla had visited on a routine check-up of sorts. There was a wire tripped, and an explosion behind the perimeter. That was the only reason these beings escaped. If it weren't for that, they'd have been dissected by now.

"If there is more than five, we'll soon know of it." Citole spoke, peering up at her collegues from the last couple of pages. She smiled slyly, adding; "as long as we proceed with caution, and 'momma-bear' deems us trustworthy, of course."

"We have a great deal to contemplate, Mr Rollie... Doctor Douglas. Both proposals deserve serious consideration. I wish to praise your ideas, Miss Douglas. You've certainly done your homework." She smiled sweetly towards Delilah, and then looked towards Mr Malcolm as he began to speak once more, voicing his own opinions. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she tilted her head, and listened.

He agreed with the more cautious approach, which was not a surprise. Admittedly, Citole could admit to herself that Delilah had a good point as well. Surely she did understand that forming any attachments to the beings they were currently studying was taboo. No fraternizing, you understand. The baby Carmen, they could probably get away with focusing on... albiet as carefully as humanly possible. The chances of any of them isolating themselves from the group was very slim, especially if they already have their suspitions that the compound was sniffing around. There was Sasha, who was a teenager by now in thanks to her accelerated growth. Though even now, she was probably too young to even consider moving out. Not that her mother Xara would allow it either, especially while they were in their current state of anxiety.

Weaknesses yes. We all have them. Citoles was sharing, and her control issues. She smiled at the thought of finding these beings weaknesses, especially if it gave the ladies a better fighting chance at taking them down. It would be rather... embarrassing if the compound was to make the same mistakes the facility had. "I can assure you, Mr Rollie, there will be no emotions getting in the way of our objective." She told him. "I am willing to do whatever is necissary to ensure everything goes smoothly."

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+ NOTES xx Sorry it took so long! Hope it;s alright to go with *huggles*

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[BassPosaune]

Delilah had a bad feeling about this from the start. She did not really consider herself a good-guy since she knew very well that what she was doing was probably unethical, but at the same time she didn’t see anything necessarily wrong with her work since she believed she did it to benefit the people she tested on, and she had a high level of patient care. All empty lies of course, the truth of it was that she was nothing more than a vicious heartless tyrant to those people and her work benefited nobody but herself. Part of her recognized that ugly aspect of her career choice, and accepted it begrudgingly. But she had validated herself by reminding herself that she, at least, never tested on anyone who didn’t volunteer for it. Now she was being asked to spy on what was probably a family of quite decent people, and she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to do it; they would see right through her, for sure! Her innocent charm and general likeability, which made her so good with her patients, could only protect her for so long before someone found out about her true intentions. Really, if she had been more adventurous she would have told Mr. Rollie and Doctor Snare that their mission was impossible and they should have just given up. Besides, those people were probably expecting something like this…it all seemed very flimsy to her and she was beginning to wonder if she were being pitted against Doctor Snare in a competition to see who would best serve the company. The answer, Delilah mused, was quite obvious.

Well, it wasn’t her! Delilah was the least valuable, if you counted value by how willing an employee was to get ‘the job’ done by whatever means necessary. Obviously Doctor Snare was champion in that department—the woman was practically manic when it came to her work—obsessed was probably a kinder, but more understated, word for it. The woman just made Delilah uncomfortable, and she suspected Doctor Snare was the kind of woman to trip you into traffic while you run to catch your bus, just so she could get her own seat. She just was not the type of person Delilah believed she could fully trust but, as the meeting went on, it became clear that she would have no choice.

She rubbed the tip of her nose and studied her colleagues. She had a fairly good base-opinion of Doctor Snare but her opinion of Mr. Rollie was less clear. His intentions were a little hazy, though she assumed the man was loyal to his work and would not hestitate to dispose of her—whatever that meant—if he suspected she wasn’t entirely with the program. In truth, the two people with whom she had agreed to work with scared the living hell out of her, and she was genuinely concerned for her health and safety.

Delilah was not a dominant presence whatsoever. She did not like to be made a fool out of though, which was why she was always sure to be prepared with the proper information, hence the profiles on their prospected subjects. But there was no way she felt capable for this particular job. Citoles ties to Tara made her a very important asset of course, but the woman’s personality was raising red flags all over their little family and she needed to keep a low profile. Delilah’s submissive personality, coupled with the ability to appear as if she genuinely wanted to do the right thing, made her a fairly decent runner up. The only thing was, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to make social connections under false pretenses and not get attached. It was a weakness she knew she would have to hide, or the consequences might just be fatal. But they worried her nonetheless. She nodded dutifully,

“But there are some things we should really consider, and that’s how I’m going to get in; we know I can’t say I’m with Citole because that might cause some red-flags to go up even more and that would be bad. We also know that I can’t tell them what I do for a living—that’s a given—and that I have to make it seem as natural as possible…”

She continued planning with Dr. Snare and Mr. Rollie, all the while a feeling of dread and finality creeping up on her as, with every plan laid and every agreement signed, she sealed her fate.

((So sorry for the lateness T_T was thinking that we make a shift to some group work now. Delilah and Quam <33333333 Let me know what you guys think we should do next? I don't want Rollie to go away T_T So suggestions! I left it pretty open so we can go anywhere! ^_^ this thread is epic.))