Snake Snake, Cobra Cobra

i-dismember-my-friends:

The doctor had just been about to write the usual “A-” on Tsubaki’s paper, not a shred of guilt within him, when he heard… well, he felt the presence of an oncoming soul to later be accompanied by the knock. He allowed himself to fall forward, his face making smashing contact with his desk, and gave off an agitated grunt. Just as he was finishing his work, too.

A moment or two later, he forced himself upright, sulking over to the front door of his laboratory. Perhaps he would have been a bit more on guard if he knew just who he was dealing with… but oh, the wonders of soul protect. 

He sighed softly, a puff of smoke dancing along with his exhale, cigarette, as always, still in his mouth. He lazily placed a thick hand on the handle of the door, pulling it open in an effortless swing, and   His eyebrows shot upwards, and it seemed as if his cigarette were about to drop from his mouth.

“Medusa!” Was all he could possibly say, the only reaction being utter shock. Naturally, for a number of reasons. He felt all instincts go on edge, head ache only worsening, but he would not allow some measly pain to stop him. He begun to think, and fast.

This was definitely not an illusion… the wavelength was just a bit too over the top. If she had wanted to catch him by surprise, she had done it. But this wasn’t exactly a way to attack.

Keeping all senses on guard, as he had absolutely no idea what to expect, he furrowed his eyebrows, composure melting into his usual, impartial stance, refusing to let her know how edgy he truly was. Exhaling once more, he folded his arms over his chest, repeating her name in a low rumble this time. “Medusa…”

Medusa allowed herself only an amused chuckle as she watched the range of emotions her sudden appearance elicited. Once he had settled back into his supposed indifference, she spoke. “Surprised, I take it?”

The amused expression never left her face. His body language suggested he was guarded against anything she might choose to throw at him - literally or otherwise. However, she had no intention of fighting unless it came to that. And the only way that would happen was if he chose to initiate it.

Instead, the witch lessened the distance between herself and the doctor with a casual air. She was testing his limits, seeing where his sanity stood at the moment. “I’ve told you before,” she said, leering almost uncomfortably close to him now, “I always get what I want. ‘No’ is never, ultimately, an acceptable answer.”

She stood up straight, increasing the distance between them somewhat though she was still closer than she had been before. “And even if your answer is still no, for the time being, perhaps you’d at least be so kind as to invite me in.” Her smile was devious - something of a sneer - as she awaited his response. Not that she was about to give up so easily, regardless of what he said, but he was interesting. She never knew exactly what his move would be.

i-dismember-my-friends:

Professor Stein sat within the confines of his lab, his posture hunched, cigarette threatening to fall from his loose embouchure. He had a migraine and it was really bothering him… he wasn’t prone to those, so he wasn’t used to the feeling. Naturally, no matter what condition he was in, hehad work to do. That is, if grading papers could be considered work in the book of Franken Stein.

He gave a grunt of satisfaction, scrawling a quick “A+” on the paper that had the name Ox Ford written neatly at the top.

Damn it… if this head ache didn’t go away, he would end up just passing out random grades due to their reputation.

On the next paper, the name “Black*Star” scratched at the top, he wrote a mere “F” without even glancing at the minimal amount of work.

Shit… The pain was only getting worse… it seemed like the walls were caving in on him. He wished that he had the freedom to just sleep…

The witch was hardly one to give up; what she set her eyes on, she fully intended to obtain. She would work towards a goal until she reached it. And there was a certain individual in particular she was after - had been, in fact, for some time now. That only meant persistence was necessary; a bit of a challenge could be interesting and even fun, perhaps.

So it was that she carefully, stealthily made her way to the doctor’s residence. A bit of risk in the challenge? So much the better. In the end, it would only be more rewarding. But it was a bit too soon for Medusa to be getting ahead of herself. That was something that could cost her dearly.

She found his home sparingly lit. But how best to approach it? She doubted whether he would expect her to simply knock on his door, so it was that which she decided to do. As long as she reached him, it hardly mattered, but this could be interesting. So, standing silently save for her knocking at the door, she waited to see what state she would find Dr. Stein in.