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Will they give me the chair, or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;

Oct 29, 2010 23:26

WHO: NORMAN OSBORN and ANGELICA EINSTÜRZEN
WHERE: Angelica's workspace (Norman's lab?)
WHEN: Friday; 10/29/10
WARNINGS: Creeper scientists!
SUMMARY: Norman and Angelica talk shop. Big things are on the horizon.
FORMAT: Para.

( say a prayer, say a prayer )

norman osborn | the green goblin, † angelica einstürzen | doctor einstürze

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dogabuse October 30 2010, 06:56:52 UTC

The place was a haven of sterile white and steel, and at its center, Angelica stood over a counter top, holding a test tube up into the bright light. With one hand, she took down careful notes in a thick book while the other turned the vial this way and that, tipping the liquid in the glass back and forth with careful, spider-like fingers. She didn't respond immediately-- she rarely did, as a point.

One, two seconds ticked by. Finally, the good doctor let her unblinking gaze find Norman. She smiled in greeting. It was a polite, pleasant smile that was only slightly off somehow, in a way that was unplaceable by most. Maybe it was cruelty.

"Mister Osborn. How nice of you to visit," Angelica replied, "I am never too busy to speak with my gracious benefactor."

osreborn October 30 2010, 07:23:49 UTC

Stepping across the room to meet her, a smile slide across his lips to match hers; polite and charming, but he made no effort to mask any cruelty that would be behind his. His hands were folded benignly behind his back as he approached, peering casually at her workstation.

His eyes moved to hers. "How nice to hear. I trust all is well down here, mm? I have yet to hear a complaint. Though I don't want you feeling shy should you be in want of anything."

He kept his tone amicable, though there was certainly a hint of suspicion and curiosity hidden beneath the charm.

dogabuse October 30 2010, 19:14:52 UTC

Angelica's work space was a religiously organized, rows and rows of tubes, beakers, petri dishes. Several notebooks were organized in the shelf by date and subject. She set down the vial in her hand amongst its companions on a small rack.

"Be in want of anything? I can't imagine what I would need." There was something sly about the mild way she said that though. Something calculating. A light pause, then almost as an afterthought, she amended, "Ah, well. Actually, I suppose there is one little thing, Mister Osborn."

Angelica moved to a set of drawers, pulling from them a neat little file. Inside were photographs of what appeared to be a series of abandoned buildings, just outside the city limit. A few leafs of associated paperwork were also tucked in. She offered this file to Norman.

osreborn October 31 2010, 01:23:42 UTC

Raising an eyebrow, Norman plucked the file from her hand, opening the folder to study the photographs carefully. Building after building, all of them large, cold, imposing, some photographs displaying the wear of the buildings in the stark contrast of the image.

"What do we have here?" He almost murmured, image after image. When he had seen them all, he closed the file and directed his gaze back to Angelica, first to her table, then her hands, then her eyes.

"A project of yours?"

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