MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 121
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Ange
Last seen Apr 23, 2024 19:20:00 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Nov 29, 2023 20:03:20 GMT
’Your appointment has been booked for 8.30PM tomorrow. Please arrive at the Phlebotomy lab on the fourth floor of the hospital punctually.’ Mal had no intentions of playing silly buggers and sitting waiting half the night for Pierre to show up. He’d made the ransom and had gotten Krista and all her memories back (maybe Pierre could’ve done the decent thing and left the memories of the video wiped). That put the ball back on Pierre’s side of the net. If he wanted his little experiments to live then he needed to keep his mouth shut and his ears open. This wasn’t gonna be an excuse to build a fresh partnership. If the boss caught him whispering their secrets to some old pal there wouldn’t be enough left of him to pass on anything more.
That thought had him half smiling all afternoon, as he’d shuffled patients in and out of his lab. If Pierre ended up the reason he got killed, Krista would claw his eyes out. Somehow he doubted the frog had much practice when it came to feral women – especially ones that came with a werewolf as back up. One bite from Kitty and Pierre wouldn’t be a problem for anyone anymore. It’d be just desserts, wouldn’t it?
Each draw came with an extra vial, knocked back one at a time like shots. The last time the door was still swinging shut as he’d done it. Krista would’ve screeched over him drinking from anybody else, but it wasn’t like he was gonna invite her over here for dinner before Pierre came scuttling in. The further those two stayed apart, the better.
His hand snuck to his chest, digging through the fabric of his shirt to trace a finger around the pendant hanging beneath – tucked well out of sight while he was at work. Maybe he was trying a little harder to avoid drinking on the job these days, waiting ‘til he got back to the motel room, thirsty for Krista as much as the blood bags that sat in the fridge. The ache started in his throat as he slipped a finger between the buttons of his shirt, letting the cool metal kiss his skin. He needed to pull himself the fuck together before Pierre got here. Pierre had already seen too much of the effect Krista had on him at the church, figuring out the nature of the bond between the two of them before he even had. It was a weak spot he couldn’t let be seen, especially by the son of a bitch who probably wouldn’t hesitate to use it on him – or her – again.
By the time the clock had ticked around to 8, the minute hand swooping down towards the bottom of it, his apprehension about the whole thing had started to really sink its teeth in. This little friendship hadn’t worked the first time, there was no way it was going to again now, not with so much bad blood under the bridge. Mal rocked back in his seat, his boot heels going up on the edge of the desk as he heard footsteps approaching – security’s cheap boots always squeaked loud enough on the lino to raise the dead, which meant that the scurrying rat had to be the frog.
An injection of smug into his grin had him looking entirely unbothered by the situation as the doors swung open. Mal looked down at his wrist, twisting his watch around until he could see the face. ”Look at you, all punctual. Take a seat and roll up your sleeve, let Dr. Blackthorne take a look, eh?” The snicker was already rolling out as he gestured to the seat opposite him. He wouldn’t get any closer to Pierre with a needle than he would his fangs. Mistrust would destroy his lab, and he had no intention of that when the hospital had proven a decent buffet = and cover – so far.
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
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Julia
Last seen Apr 25, 2024 0:38:05 GMT
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Jan 7, 2024 23:56:29 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━ PIERRE COULDN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS WHERE he’d ended up. Again. Going to Mal’s office, setting up some sort of partnership, hoping it would work out. Usually there was someone else, he thought… there was last time, wasn’t there? Someone other than their fourth man. A third person. Someone who might be disappointed in him for going back to Mal.
Ah, well, whoever it was didn’t matter, then, especially if he couldn’t remember who they were.
He was itching to get there, antsy as he walked across town to the hospital. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be an office, but it was certainly fancier than the place they’d met before. This was all in exchange for letting Mal’s girl go free, but Pierre would snatch her back if necessary, and now he knew where Mal worked. Mal might’ve been older and stronger, but Pierre was holding onto the strings of the little life he'd built here in Mystic Falls, ready to pull at any moment.
Pierre strode through the hospital and down the hallway, checking the time on a clock he passed before pushing the doors open. Right on time━slightly earlier than their experiment was due to arrive, or so he hoped.
Mal had some sort of comment to greet him, of course, and Pierre’s mouth twisted into an irritated line. He hadn’t changed in all these years, which Pierre loathed. Though, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. But Mal was more than that━he was a slimy, sly bastard, and Pierre knew that, even with what he had over Mal, he couldn’t trust the older vampire.
“When is zee experiment arriving?” Pierre ignored him, shifting to settle into an open seat far enough away from Mal. “Do you decide what to turn dzem into, or does it ‘appen at random?”
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 121
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 23, 2024 19:20:00 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Feb 2, 2024 20:24:37 GMT
You’d have thought that hurt feelings would’ve vanished after a century, but the Frog and his angry little Vixen had clutched onto them, holding onto a grudge like it was keeping the pair of them alive. Alright, maybe he’d fuelled it a little by picking out their boy for a little tinkering, he hadn’t actually done that bit though. At some point the two of ‘em were gonna have to accept that he hadn’t been the only one involved. It’d been a team effort, all the sciency-woo-woo-shit the Doc’s domain. Now, if the kid had ended up damaged, that might’ve been him, but he hadn’t, Baxter (what sort of a toffee-nosed white boy name was that?), had been in perfect health when he’d walked out – just a little changed.
Just like Krista had been before he’d demanded a do-over.
Mal’s smile grew as Pierre shot straight past his bullshit to business, like a shark baring its teeth before it tore your leg off. He clucked his tongue, waggling a finger in the air. ”Eeeevenin’,” he crooned, drawing the word out. As though he didn’t wanna get close enough for the slime to brush off on him, or for him to handsy, Pierre made sure he sat well away from him. Chicken. He would’ve started bok-boking at him, but that’d just be fuel for Pierre’s little fire, when what he should’ve been doing was sending him and Lena off into the woods with the torch he’d handed them. Let them be a beacon for all the sons of bitches hunting him in this town to follow.
”You ain’t got a clue, have ya?” Mal puffed as stared at the little Frenchman. ”Did you even bother reading what was on that USB? No, wait, lemme guess, it was all gibberish, your little mind couldn’t make sense of all the science talk. This is fuckin’ promisin’.” What it was was a royal pain in his arse, but he couldn’t afford to excise it yet. Things were still balancing on a knife edge with Krista perched up there. One wrong move and it’d slice her in two – and him. Worst bit was Pierre knew it too, he had him over a barrel.
Squinting up at the clock like he was counting off the minutes in his head, Mal mumbled under his breath. Did Pierre think he hadn’t done what he was meant to? Probably, pessimistic little shit. ”Five minutes,” he said finally. ”Thought me and you better have a little natter first, make sure everythin’s set up. This isn’t a two minute job, you’re gonna have to keep ‘em shut up somewhere for a bit – and yeah, that’s on you, this is all ‘bout you gettin’ it right so I can step the fuck back.”
Slowly, Mal leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. He could’ve drawn it out more, berating Pierre for his lack of understanding – which was probably what had led to their continual failures in the first place. ”You ever seen one plant spliced onto another? Like two fruit trees stuck together?” The answer was probably the fuck not, but the analogy had to be close enough for it to get through Pierre’s thick skull. ”You pick the genes you want to tag on. Some of ‘em are harder to get to stick than others. Things like vampires are easier.” Probably because it was part of the whole natural hybrid thing the Mikaelsons had kicked off. He supposed the Doc had heard enough about the Original hybrid trying to free his werewolf side to realise it was doable. ”What do you wanna start out with? Psychic? Coyote? Werebee?” He spread his hands in the air, like offering up a veritable smorgasbord to Pierre.
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
Posts: 40
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Julia
Last seen Apr 25, 2024 0:38:05 GMT
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Mar 11, 2024 21:28:27 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━ MAL REALLY LIKED TO PUSH HIS FUCKING LUCK for someone who was on the raw end of this fucking deal. All this for one warm, little blood bag on legs, when there were a million others out there. Pierre never thought he’d see the day when Mal Blackthorne went soft.
“You will step zee fuck back when I tell you to.” Pierre hissed, “Don’t forget what you ‘ave on zee line.” He smiled darkly, more than willing to carry through with the threat he’d uttered when they’d met to make this deal.
Pierre sat up straighter as Mal leaned forward, his chest tight as he waited for something to happen━for Mal to launch himself over the desk. Instead, he started talking about plants. “No.” He narrowed his eyes, though he could imagine it. It was a vulgar way of putting it, especially when it seemed he was explaining what he’d done to Pierre’s own son.
“Ah, so you are like supernatural eugenicists.” Pierre scoffed, glancing over his shoulder like the experiment would appear just because he wanted them to. “Werebee?” He repeated, then sighed like he couldn’t be bothered to deal with Mal’s antics anymore. “What is zee dzing coming in? Is it a ‘uman?” Were they starting from scratch, or making half of something, as he’d done to Pierre’s son? “Can you change one dzing into anozer completely━as in, a werewolf becomes a shapeshifter? Or will dzey always need to be ‘alf?” He asked, thinking to himself, quickly before deciding, “We’ll make dzem into a psychic. A psychic and a werewolf.” He wasn’t afraid to dream big━it would also, perhaps, be therapeutic for him to make someone into a psychic and assess their abilities. How would it work if they were not born with them?
“Is zat dzem?” He whispered quickly, finally hearing footsteps coming to the office door.
MAL BLACKTHORNE | let's move this shit along
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