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WHO: Ladd and Angelica.
WHERE: A small, fancy restaurant somewhere in the City.
WHEN: Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: Discussion of gore and extreme physical violence is highly likely.
SUMMARY: Ladd and Angelica meet at a restaurant and decide to discuss their respective villainous portfolios.
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever afterwards!

[Ladd has eaten at a lot of restaurants since he came here. He always appreciated the atmosphere, the coming and going of waiters that would do nearly anything to get a generous tip from the man in the expensive suit. It helped, obviously, that these restaurants served meals not prepared in a microwave, which was the extent of Ladd's own cooking skills.

The restaurant he's currently at was one he had never been to before. The menu was pretty generic, serving all matters of food from across Europe, but he had through the grapevine that the chef was a culinary mastermind. He's sitting on his own, of course, glancing over the menu and waiting for a waiter to bustle over. He hasn't even ordered the drinks yet, and he's starting to consider threatening a waiter if someone doesn't come over to his table soon.]

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[Ladd gives a soft rumble of laughter, clearly amused by her intonation.]

I'm glad I'm able to talk to such an expert like yourself, Doc. I'm afraid the only other doctor I know doesn't like talking much about his procedures. Such a shame!

[Quickly, he picks up one of the knives on his table. It's blunt and harmless, but Ladd still twirls it a little in his fingers.]

Now, let's prove that claim of yours. Where about would you have to cut me with this thing if you really wanted me to suffer?

[He points the blade towards his chest, as if awaiting instruction.]

[ She smiles her reptilian smile again. It still doesn't touch her eyes. But there's something a little different about her. Maybe a hint of cruelty that she lets slip into the shape of her mouth, or the way her dark pupils dilate just so.

Absently, on the table, her six-fingered hand taps a steady, rolling rhythm. ]

There are really so many ways to go about it. The human body is quite remarkable. You can never be sure how much it can endure until you've pushed it to its very limits.

One of my favorite things is to start with the eyes. Witnessing your own torture is certainly terrible enough, but I find that vision causes terror before it's truly warranted. Victims can be so very stricken by the sight of their own blood. All that screaming and thrashing is so very distracting.

[ Her fingers abruptly stop. ]

No, I want them to feel it. Vividly. Viscerally. Every. Cut.

[Ladd lets the knife drop back down onto the table. He has very little regard to the proper layout. As he begins to speak, the waiter walks over with the bottle of wine and begins to uncork it. The extra guest just provokes a renewed sense of glee in the conversation.]

Ah, you're a real cruel woman, you know that? All cuts and sharp edges. I'm surprised I didn't get a papercut when I shook that hand of yours!

[The waiter begins to mumble something about testing the wine as he pours, but Ladd just flicks his hand up to make clear that he really doesn't care. The waiter continues his pouring.]

See, I'm much more of an hard impact sort of guy. I'm a big fan of boxing, really. It's a shame that some of these modern day guys just don't get the whole gentlemanly part, but they still throw a punch just as well as they used to. A lot less eye gouging though!

[ In her mind, she's thinking how typical of a man that is. But out loud, she responds: ]

I'm afraid I lack the physical prowess to kill someone that way. [ She's a tall woman, that's true, but thin in the arms and legs. ] If someone must be killed by brute force and not finesse, my preference is to have another do it for me.

[ Another slow smile. ] Not that I can't appreciate it, of course. I don't mind watching.

I'll let you watch, if you ever feel like it. I'm sure I can crush a person's skull in, just for you!

[The wine is poured, and Ladd takes a swig of it without a hint of manners.]

I should really start charging for that sort of thing though. Maybe I can set up one of these website things! That'll draw in a crowd.

How sweet of you. And here we've only just met.

[ Angelica, on the other hand, never seems to eat or drink much of anything-- despite whatever she might have said. She just idly runs her finger around the rim of the glass, occasionally tapping it lightly to see the water tremble and ripple. ]

I'm sure you could make a fine profit. Human beings are inevitably drawn by violence and horror. A part of them enjoys being scared.

Don't let anyone tell you that I'm not a gentleman!

[Ladd's gaze floats over to her hands now, watching as they moved so delicately.]

And speaking of that violence and horror thing, ain't that the reason you came over here? Unless you want to make your next test subject, there really ain't much else I can do that doesn't involve a lot of destruction.