[Incomplete]
Who: Lezard and Bobby
When: After this.
Where: South end of the river.
Why: Bobby has some dismembered monster parts to give to Lezard.
Rating: PG for talk of gore?
Warnings: None really except for talk of gore, maybe XD
Lezard made his way towards the river to meet up the boy who had somehow managed to collect a wonderful supply of monster innards for his use. He had to politely turn down the child's offer to bring the goods to him because he did not want anyone other than himself or Itachi to be anywhere near his slowly developing laboratory. It was not something that he wanted anyone to know about. His work had always been kept secret and he always worked best alone. After all, he dealt in the dark arts and necromancy and most people would have not only objected to what he did but would have tried anything in their power to foil him. He would not have that. Not again.
Lezard soon approached the river, walking along its banks. He was not certain yet how he could use any of it, considering he didn't even know what their innards were like and if he would be able to preserve them long enough to tinker with them a bit. But he did hope. He hoped he would be able to make use of the blood and chemicals within it to create working substances for his experiments. If not, perhaps he could use them to create more homunculi, although they would be far different and uglier than usual. Oh well. He had to start from somewhere. Perfection is not obtained overnight after all.
And he would worry about that later. Lezard glanced around, looking for a blonde boy with a pile of guts.
When: After this.
Where: South end of the river.
Why: Bobby has some dismembered monster parts to give to Lezard.
Rating: PG for talk of gore?
Warnings: None really except for talk of gore, maybe XD
Lezard made his way towards the river to meet up the boy who had somehow managed to collect a wonderful supply of monster innards for his use. He had to politely turn down the child's offer to bring the goods to him because he did not want anyone other than himself or Itachi to be anywhere near his slowly developing laboratory. It was not something that he wanted anyone to know about. His work had always been kept secret and he always worked best alone. After all, he dealt in the dark arts and necromancy and most people would have not only objected to what he did but would have tried anything in their power to foil him. He would not have that. Not again.
Lezard soon approached the river, walking along its banks. He was not certain yet how he could use any of it, considering he didn't even know what their innards were like and if he would be able to preserve them long enough to tinker with them a bit. But he did hope. He hoped he would be able to make use of the blood and chemicals within it to create working substances for his experiments. If not, perhaps he could use them to create more homunculi, although they would be far different and uglier than usual. Oh well. He had to start from somewhere. Perfection is not obtained overnight after all.
And he would worry about that later. Lezard glanced around, looking for a blonde boy with a pile of guts.