guinea pig in a twisted mouth.

[thegooddoctor]

WHO: Dr. Angelica Einstürzen, and the young vigilantes known as Trauma and the Pillowman.
WHERE: Angelica's secret laboratory.
WHEN: Wednesday, dead of night.
WARNINGS: Violence, death, and the above characters being themselves.
SUMMARY: Terry and Katurian bring the fight to the good doctor-- and she evens the score.
FORMAT: Quicklog.


[ The air was still stale, the place too long hidden underground without a human being inside it-- nothing but dusty vials, the hum of machines, and the flutter of wings in the rafters. Quiet, like a grave. But Angelica preferred it that way. Nothing but cold steel and glass, uninterrupted except by the cawing of the monster crows she kept as pets, bred from the gift of a single egg and matured into beasts in the year she had been gone.

She had meticulously cleaned away the debris, restoring her laboratory with a singular focus. The good doctor needed a proper place for her work, a place hidden from the world-- protected, beneath the earth. It was here that Angelica had spent the past week experimenting, on herself and what scant specimens she could hunt. Slowly, her vials filled with samples, her notebooks filled. This was a time of pupation.

Even now, in the middle of the night, Angelica did not sleep. Under the white light, she was a slender, pale phantom, her hands unnaturally steady as she pierced her skin with the point of a needle, drawing her own blood. ]

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[goryteller]

[Katurian let Terry lead the way.

This is not new to me, he had admitted days before. He had told Terry about his killings. About how he was trying to make a difference these days, how he was trying to live life as more than a victim. He didn't want to be passive. He wanted to be active. A writer. He was fucked either way he looked at it, he told Terry. He might as well go down fighting.

He was still the old Katurian, in degrees. He still shook (slightly, just so slightly) as he slipped his mask over his head and clamped down on the voice modulator. He threw an uncertain glance at his partner.]