When Scientific Progress goes "Boink" [Completed]

[sheer_cold]

Character(s): Vexen, and the two little surprises he creates :D
Content: After finally compiling the data and tweaking it a little thanks to what happened at the meeting earlier that morning, Vexen decides it's time to make his GREATEST CREATION EVAR... then scientific progress goes "boink".
Setting: Outside of the Paixao domes, in an unmarked lab

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[repliku]

"..."

Repliku blinked at the jibberish his brother was babbling about. He didn't know the first thing about this guy, but Repliku already knew he could trust him. Hell, he would have to, right?

"What the hell are you babbling about?" Repliku grumbled, helping his twin to his feet. And then he promptly moved to check the back of the taller twin's head. Maybe he hit it harder than it looked.

It was kind of hard when his brother was a head taller than him. Damnit!

"Ah, whatever," The frustrated clone returned to the other clone's side, directing a somewhat frustrated gaze at the geezer (scholar? Whatever the hell that was), who was still ignoring them.

"Well, I want some answers NOW," Repliku hissed, marching straight up to where Vexen was standing. With a quick movement, he snatched the legal pad right from the old man and crossed his arms.

"So? What the hell's going on?"

[sheer_cold]

The pad being snatched from him was really unnecessary. Vexen knew there was no way he was going to wrestle it from the Repliku's grasp. He needed to earn his creation's trust somehow, anyway

[diafotizo_xenos]

Not!Ansem flinched at Vexen's expression and at what he'd said. 'Wasn't supposed to happen'. More phantom false memories fluttereed into his mind, hissing unpleasantly: 'mistake' and 'outsider' and 'accursed thing' and 'never should have gone near you' and on and on, in a voice he thought he should know but whose 'person' eluded him. He was left with just echoes. Nasty, useless echoes

[repliku]

Repliku was undisturbed by his brother's actions; in fact, he appeared to be welcoming it, leaning back as well as they both stared at Vexen's writing.

Staring because they couldn't READ. His brother (augh, they needed NAMES) pretty much voiced out what could be said about the paper; it was written in jibberish and therefore useless. Repliku tossed it behind him and glared as Vexen continued to prattle on, effectively saying that his brother was an unwanted result of the geezer's... experiment? Was that what it was?

"Really now? Well, too bad, cuz he's here to stay," Repliku grumbled, feeling unusually protective of the being next to him. The geezer himself and everything in this room seemed to permeate with darkness, and it unnerved him.

"Now, what's your name? What's our names? Get to the point, geezer."

Of course, Repliku was disturbed at hearing he was a clone, but he shoved that aside for later. First, he wanted to know names. Then he could figure out what happened.

[sheer_cold]

Oh, the joys of children. Vexen twitched when the notebook was thrown. For being so incredibly young, these creations were mouthy. Especially the Ansem clone. But in a way, it was to be expected, was it not?

"My, you certainly are like your original, aren't you?" Vexen stared at the Ansem clone with faint distaste. Still, perhaps he could be useful...

Names. Yes, names, needed for identification purposes. He couldn't call them by their original names, and numbers wouldn't suit them. Although Vexen had to admit it was unprofessional to name one's test subjects, they were also sentient beings and deserved that much respect.

"My name is Vexen," Vexen continued, peering at the two. "I already have your name down, Repliku," A fitting name to remind the clone of his place. "But your brother's..."

He was a stranger, just like his original. An unforseen person that didn't belong.

"He is Xenos," Vexen decided. "Repliku and Xenos. Be glad, I was going to give you numbers instead."