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30 April 2007 @ 08:17 pm
sterile flower garden  
The laboratory has been set up and fully equipped for the task at hand, distilled water and ethanol spirits measured out for the different phases of boiling, steeping and cold infusion that are required to turn a mature specimen of paeonia officinalis into 'aglaophotis', a pure substance that can cause evil spirits to flee. Otto had only a limited understanding of how the stuff worked and rarely bothered considering the mechanism behind its effectiveness; if he were to as the Swamp Thing, who had once used a torrent of aglaophotis to sear-away the presence of the King in Yellow from his body, then he would know that it was in fact a pure form of what Swamp Thing called "The Green", the life force that resonates in all of Earth's plant life.

None of this really troubled him at the moment, however. Even though Doctor Octavius had prepared a labspace for Aglaophotis preparation, his thoughts were occupied by a private fantasy that he had decided to make manifest after recent events... one that involved his pre-Napoleonic friend, Georik. At the moment, he was being led to the room that Octavius had reserved for his supposed scientific work, and being regaled with an explanation as to how Otto had come across the instructions for synthesizing aglaophotis in the first place.

"...the late '80s, from what I gleaned. He used to be the director of Alchemila Hospital upstate, before he went missing. Most of the notes he had taken were useless, something related to the local drug trade... they wouldn't explain to him how the PTV, the stuff they were selling, was made, but they did give him instructions for making the antidote, which just happened to be 'aglaophotis'."

Otto stops, and gestures to one of the open doors. "And, here we are. I've got everything mostly set up already, we just have to cut and separate the flowers..."
 
 
 
devilsphyscian on May 1st, 2007 04:44 am (UTC)
Georik glanced around the laboratory as he followed his shorter, and more modern friend. The man listened to the explanation, his hands (clad in his heavy-duty black work gloves) laced behind his back, and his hair tied in a taut braid, and ready to be rolled up into a bun if he truly required it to be out of his way.

"And it works on... more infernal beings as well as the unnameable horrors?" The doctor questioned - feeling free to speak when he had more or less set Mephistopheles off on a task that he hoped would keep the devil occupied for an hour.
Otto Octaviusoctopus_hubris on May 1st, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
"According to Herodotus, it was used by the magi to summon and release daemons. Its effects should work equally well on terrestrial horrors as it does on extraterrestrial ones."

Otto motions to a row of potted plants lined up on a table by what was probably a utility closet. "I'm afraid that I wasn't able to find any good shears, but there should be some in that closet over there. Could you take a look while I examine the blooms for the best candidates?"
devilsphyscian on May 1st, 2007 05:21 am (UTC)
"Certainly," He inclined his head as his blue eyes examined the room once more in case the shears were just misplaced before he turned towards the closet. The tall man gently pulled open the door, and peered inside before moving to step in. Georik's hands ran over the shelves, feeling as well actively looking for the shears. If he had indication something might be a missed, he discarded the sensation as merely being in an unfamiliar place.

As much studying as he did in the Clinics, such labs are still an alien landscape for the Good doctor.
Otto Octavius: smirking - web of deathoctopus_hubris on May 1st, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
With Georik's back turned and his attention occupied, the older man slips in behind him, grabbing and pinning one of his arms with an actuator while two more slip down towards his ankles. He reaches up with one of his flesh-and-blood hands and attempts to muzzle his victim, not bothering to give any explanation for what he is trying to do.

"Tchh... tchh..." Otto clucks softly, wrapping yet another hand around Georik's waist and pawing clumsily at his belt or belt-anologue.
devilsphyscian on May 1st, 2007 06:07 am (UTC)
He left out a startled yelp when he felt cold metal clamp around his wrists and ankles, and what other noise he was about to make were muffled by the hand that went over his mouth. Georik's eyes widened in panic as he struggled against the hold - as the felt the broad - normal - hand, reaching for his belt. The belt was hidden

No... no - what the hell?! His mind raced as Georik tried to get a grasp of the sudden, and dangerous change in the situation. It can't be Octavius - what is he doing? What is he - oh no.

Dear Lord No!
Otto Octavius: smirking - web of deathoctopus_hubris on May 1st, 2007 06:22 am (UTC)
Otto struggles with the belt for what probably feels like hours, while his other hand flutters between wanting to keep his victim quiet and wanting to pet his raven locks. "...beautiful..." he mutters, digging his fingers through Georik's long hair, learning in to bury his face in it and press his metal-plated body against the younger man's back. "..it makes me think of Mary Alice. Always has."

A fourth hand reaches up, sliding over Georik's groin and effortlessly tearing his belt open.
devilsphyscian on May 1st, 2007 11:42 pm (UTC)
The motion sent a sickening jolt through his body, and snapped his mind out of the fogged, confused panic. Georik realized he could not physically pull himself out of his, but is Otto...? He shook his head, it didn't matter now.

Mephistopheles, come forth! His mind focused on the command - hoping it can be heard across dimension, even if relying on the devil's aid was a treacherous business, it was something he needed to do. His body trembled against Otto's touch, shock and disgusted, but most of all, he was shaking out of fear.
Otto Octavius: tense - Stars Turn Coldoctopus_hubris on May 2nd, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
Georik's revulsion seemed to have no effect on the older man, who was still busy worshipping his long hair, breathing in its scent and pulling on it with his teeth. Otto's reluctance to speed things along may have been the result of several factors, the most significant of which being that he had never in his 61 years ever tried to become physically intimate with another man. He had always just fantasized about being with Georik in the past, never daring enough to bring his thoughts past 'second base'; now that the physician was his, he was struggling to realize what he would do with him!

Otto edged back, making room to turn his captive around so that they could be face to face and forcing Georik into a leaning position for better access to what had always captivated him. He looked down and smiled a bit, eyes hidden behind opaque lenses. Georik's face had always been impossibly beautiful, and seeing him terrified and enraged only made Otto love him more. He reached down, stroking that beautiful face with his flesh and blood hands, while one of his metallic ones began prying open that antiquated costume with careful precision.
devilsphyscian on May 2nd, 2007 12:41 am (UTC)
Master - what on earth as thou gotten thyself into?! The voice for once sounded startled, even shocked as Georik felt the presence against him, for once relieved to know the demon was there, even if his flesh crawled as Otto plucked at his clothing. Allow me to smite this impetuous scum - how dare he presume that dost should...!

"No..." He whispered, as he turned his cheek. No - something's wrong... stop this, please - don't kill him!

Verily well, I shall spare his wretched life if that is so important to thee, The fiend's voice betrayed the sneer on the devil's lips. Worry not my future master, just rest thy mind.

Rest my-?! Georik was about to protest this phrase, and demand it's meaning - but a cold, ghastly sensation seemed to knock the very air out of his lungs, and the world grew dark.

The man's form stilled, his trembling ceased, as though he suddenly reached a state of serenity, his blue eyes half-lidded.
Otto Octavius: pensiveoctopus_hubris on May 2nd, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
As unconcerned with Georik's emotions as Otto was, he didn't actually want to kill him, and when the younger man ceased his struggling, his first thought was just that. With a hiss of concern, he bent over and tried to rouse Georik, his metal talons releasing their grip on the man's arms and curling under to support him.

"Tch- w.. wake up, I, I didn't want to hurt you... have you fainted?" he asked in a sotto voice, shaking him a little.
devilsphyscian on May 2nd, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
His eyes snapped open once he felt the shackle-like talons loosen their grip. Red eyes stared at the man with shearing hatred, his lips - which seemed darker curled into a most unpleasant sneer. "Doest Thou really mean no harm?" He mocked Otto's sotto tone, as he reached a hand up to an acutator, his grip strong.

"It seems quite a different story I see then what thy hast said."
Otto Octavius: tense - Stars Turn Coldoctopus_hubris on May 2nd, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
Otto froze in surprise, suddenly feeling the full weight of his actions upon him or at least fear of the consequences that would result. He stammered, "Georik, I... I never..." his actuators loosening, quivering as the demon's eyes burned into his own and sapped the nerve from him.

No glass or mask could have shielded him from those horrible eyes!
devilsphyscian on May 2nd, 2007 02:15 am (UTC)
"Never what?" The room seem to grow steadily warmer as he righted himself. "Come out with it, vile pig... no, sow is more appropriate." He flicked a strand of hair from his face. "'Tis only by mine master's request that thy miserable excuse for life isn't snuffed out for this brazen act." He raised a hand up, fingers curled.

"Though it doest not mean thou art off the hook."
Otto Octavius: solemnly choking spidey- web of deathoctopus_hubris on May 2nd, 2007 02:33 am (UTC)
"..never... never would have hurt..."

The old man tried to speak, but nothing would come; whether it was guilt or simply primal fear of the demon rising up before him that caused him to be struck dumb, Otto had been reduced to silent panic in an instant. His robotic arms lay motionless around him, while his real ones gestured meaninglessly as he struggled to think of a word, of some reason as to why he would be alone in this room, in the process of sexually assaulting his friend.
devilsphyscian on May 2nd, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
He snapped his fingers, and the peonies burst into flames, the flowers seem to explode, and flew towards Otto - the cinders red-hot, and the smell of burning flora filled the air.

"Do not lie to me, wretched rodent." The demon snarled with Georik's lips, which now seemed black like a corpse's. "Know this well, if thou so as much think about laying a filthy paw upon this form, I shall rend thee from limb to limb, tendon to tendon, and incinerate thy bones into the finest powder possible and spread them all over the Nexus." With that, he clicked the doctor's boots together and exited, letting the man deal with the smoke and fire.

Now it was his task to bring his Master out of here.
Otto Octavius: no good.... - Gil Kaneoctopus_hubris on May 2nd, 2007 03:34 am (UTC)
Otto was too overwhelmed by his emotions to react when Georik(?) transformed the flowers into shrapnel, and was knocked clean onto his back by the assault, his damaged eyes saved only by the sunglasses that he wears. Then he was all alone, surrounded by the smouldering mess of his lab space.

The sprinkler system kicked in after a minute, putting out the fire and soaking the prostrate doctor; unable to process everything that has just happened, the sociopathic delusion that led to the confrontation and the maddeningly painful burns on his face, his mind shifts off, leaving his body in a catatonic rictus for the rest of the day.