Mega:Evil Doer Headquarters:Location:Unknown

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Mega scowled at his computer monitor, frustrated, the Paradise program was pissing him off, he couldn't figure out why it was doing what it was doing and he felt his irritation rising. Melvin had kept Mega up to date on what happened in the monitors, but nothing really interesting was going on. Then, Java left, and Mega frowned, leaving Melvin on

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Mega moved closer and put his arm around her, just as he'd done in the closet, pulling her to him and hugging her, "Shh, it's ok Java," he said gently, what he'd longed to say every time he'd held her, to chase her fears away with his reassurance, though he couldn't, and he hadn't, and Mega gave a heavy sigh. "You have been through many tests Java, not the least of which was your Techno training, there are components of that training that you need to overcome, there are easier ways," he frowned a bit but reassured himself mentally that it was right. "Look," he tilted away from her, the TGun moved to the floor and shoved away, his hand coming back to tilt her chin up, "let's get you settled on the bed, I don't know where he is, but he should be on his way, and we can't have you in a state when he gets here," Mega didn't like Line anymore than Java did, but he was an asset to the organization, and he did know what he was doing. He gave her a knowing look, "I promise, I'll keep my," Mega cleared his throat and looked away quickly, "Hands," he emphasized firmly, "to myself," and his eyes moved back down to meet hers, letting her chin go.

Mega stood up and helped Java to stand, leading her to the bed and sitting with her on the edge, giving her another hug, his arm around her, "You'll do a good job, I know you will, because you know your place, and you know what must be done to secure our futures, all of us," he gave her another hug and stood up, moving away from her. His finger found the button on his earpiece, "DORIS! Where is Line? He better be on his way!" Mega closed his eyes and lowered his voice to a harsh whisper, "Stop calling me sweetchunks!" Turning back to Java, he gave her a short smile, knowing she couldn't have heard the last bit, "Line will be here shortly," he told her, taking a seat in the chair and picking up her jacket, laying it gently on the table and folding his hands, placing them against his stomach as he leaned back in the chair.

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Java folded her hands together in her lap, regretting the decision to abandon the T-gun even as she marvelled at how surprisingly sweet Mega was being towards her. She'd just threatened his life, had just screamed all sorts of things at him, and yet he was being gentle with her, comforting her as though she was something more than just a deranged employee he occasionally fantasized about. He suddenly seemed almost human, actually, with his reassuring hugs and gentle words, and it bothered her.

Java ran the tip of her little finger along the edge of her lower lip, wiping away a smudge of lipgloss, and straightened her top. She chanced a glance at Mega, whose expression she couldn't read, and then lowered her gaze to her hands, absently studying her rings and trying to clear her head. She couldn't kill Line, either, she reminded herself, so long as she was playing Good Girl for Mega; she had to keep her temper in check until the time was right. She could smell Mega's scent on her clothing.

She looked up at the doorway, waiting.

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[OOC:Sorry about the delay, am a horrible person, but I'm here now, really truly apologize <3]

Mega was about to get up and rip the door open and scream at Doris, maybe Roger if he was around, but there came a knock on the door and he called out evenly, "Come in," sitting up in the chair. Line opened the door and nodded his head at Mega, before wordlessly setting down his briefcase on the small side table provided. His eyes traveling to Java, his favorite test subject to date, taking in her mildly dissheaveled appearance. With a familiar clank the metal case snapped open revealing a small assortment of vials, his gaze still studying his former guest. "You look healthy." Line's voice remained largely aloof as he retrieved one of the small glass containers holding the susbstance that would keep Java alive for another day, studying it closely for a moment as if searching for something. "And keeping busy from the looks of it." Satisfied that all was as it should be, he retrieved the surprisingly heavy syringe, filling it with the correct dosage. A small amount of the clear chemical came through the needles end as Line prepared to administer the shot, tapping it for air bubbles as he turned towards Java.

Slowly sliding open the side compartment on the table and removing a still packaged sterylization pad, he made his way over to the sitting woman, sitting directly opposite her on an ordinary stool. Line's focus remained fixed on the task at hand, as he disininfected the proper location on Java's upper arm. In one fluid, automated motion, the shot was administered within a matter of seconds. Not bothering to give the woman a second glance, Line stood up from the chair and returned once more to the small table with the still open metal briefcase. "The side effects of course won't be pleasant, but I'm sure you'll get used to them eventually. Increased anxiety, hightened risk of panic attacks, increased epidermal sensitivity." The case loudly snapped shut as he turned one last time to Java directly. "The effects don't last all that long however. And you're a big girl, I'm sure you'll manage somehow." Line then nodded once to Mega, metal case in hand, awaiting permission to leave. As much as he wanted to witness the effects of the drug, there were things waiting in the lab that couldn't be kept, and he'd spend far too much time on his current project to risk its ruin.

Mega sighed and pursed his lips slightly, watching Java, "That's all Line, thank you, I'll keep an eye on her," he dismissed with a small wave of his hand, watching the man leave. "How do you feel? I hear it's quite fast acting?"

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[OOC: Psh. Ain't no thing, baby; just glad to have you. <3 ]

"Never better," Java muttered, rolling her sleeve back down as she shot a glare at the door through which Line had made his escape. She'd kept her mouth shut during his visit, for which she was particularly proud of herself, but it had taken its toll on her gentle little facade; it was difficult to look innocent when one was imagining removing someone's face with a vegetable peeler. She would have her justice; of that Java had no doubts. In the meantime, however, she still needed to play ball.

Putting her fragile smile seamlessly back into place, Java turned to Mega. He suddenly seemed too close to her, she noticed, though he hadn't moved, and her heart quickened slightly in her chest. Just a side-effect, she reminded herself, as her heartbeat began to ring in her ears; it's not real... "You know, that guy's a real creep, Mega," Java confided, her voice not sounding entirely as playful as she had hoped it might. Her boots came lightly down to the floor, and then she was crossing the room towards him, her attempts to lessen the strength of her stride greatly aided by a slowly increasing sense of lightheadedness and vague disorientation. "If I have to see him everytime I come back here," and Java stopped, steadying herself; the room felt so small, so confining... "If I have to see him," she tried again, her chin jerking upwards in defiance of the drug, "I might decide I'd rather stay away." She came up behind her employer, her steps much less confident than they had been two meters ago, and leaned against the back of his chair as her heart pounded. Her chest felt too confining now, like the room, but Java couldn't show him that... "Maybe..." My daddy didn't scream when the bugs ate his face away. She licked her lips, once, and tried again, putting on a smile that she hoped passed for charming. "Maybe next time you could give me the shot, Mega..." The smile broadened very faintly. "I'd much rather have it be you..."

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Mega stood up suddenly as she leaned against him then stood up, watching her, "You really should lay down," he said softly, not demanding, just urging. He didn't like giving people shots, he'd never really done it before, and when he had it had always felt like he was doing the wrong thing. "I wouldn't want to do it wrong and hurt you Java," he explained simply, walking to her and taking her by the hand, his other hand on her elbow, leading her back to the bed. "I shall talk to Line about administering the drug from now on, but he's the best you've got right now, and not coming back isn't an option, remember? You won't live to find out if Mega can ever get over being squeamish long enough to give you a simple shot," he said lightly, jokingly, his voice still even but ending on an up note.

Mega swallowed hard, he was concerned, if the booster didn't work, if instead of extending her life it ended it, he'd have his way with Line, and it wouldn't be fun for the chemist. If anything, Mega had learned things from him, and he knew how to torture a man, though not as skillfully as Line, he could still inflict pain and suffering to some degree. Mega looked back to Java, "Lay down," he instructed, firmly.

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Java wasn't listening to him, exactly; the heat from his fingertips on her arm was searing, and the noise from her pulse was drowning Mega's voice down to the dull hum of God in the back of her ears. She was going to die, she realized, and then there would be a Hell, full of the angry dead and a thousand Lines, and Ebony, still alive, would lead the people in song before making love to Ram. Mega's hand, burning but gentle, guided Java to the bed, and she sank willingly to the mattress as her lungs tightened too quickly around her heart. It was like the closet again, all over again, and the logical part of her recognized it for what it was. Something in the drug, her mind shouted at her, through the noise, something he put there, wants you dead, in the drug, fight it...

Mega's eyes were burning holes in the side of her face, and Java looked to him as he ordered her down. -You- did this. Her eyes narrowed as the room spun, and she could have killed him, she would have killed him, but she was so dizzy... You're losing it, girl. Java laid down, obediently, her back pressed down into the comforter as she looked at the empty expanse of ceiling, forcing herself to get things under control. Gonna take more than a drug to take me down, she assured herself, bitterly; she was a warrior, after all, a fighter, and no chemical in the world was going to stop her from protecting Ram. Java began forcing her breathing into a regular, even rhythm, as she had once controlled it during combat training; she was all right, it was all under control, and there was something she was supposed to be doing... Breathe in, hold, out, hold, in-- Her heart continued to pound, but it was no longer getting worse, and Java looked up at Mega and remembered.

Her hand reached out to him, gently, and ran down the length of his forearm, her fingers brushing along his before taking his hand into hers. "Lay down with me," she murmured, her voice even and low and a little too thin as she gave him a gentle pull towards her.

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[OOC:Moved Here.]