capeandcowllogs | First Lesson

WHO: Dr. Drakken and Pokey Minch
WHERE: Drakken's secret lair
WHEN: Tonight (5/9)
WARNINGS: Probably none
SUMMARY: Dr. Drakken decides to give Pokey an impromptu lesson in mad science following Shego's death.
FORMAT: Whatever

To a point, the actual severity of the reason for his lesson somewhat escaped Pokey. He understood that it was bad that someone died; even if he was a jerk, he didn't want to see people get killed. Worse, the current death was a friend of his current teacher, which probably meant he'd have to find some way to dull down his usual enthusiastically obnoxious personality. Which was a nearly Herculean task, but if it meant he was going to be taught something, and probably going to even get to work on robots, it was worth it.

Still, it was hard to be somber like he was supposed to when getting to learn science. He'd have to at least try, though, as the last thing he wants to do is irritate one of the few people who'd offer to actually teach him further in his trade.

He looked around at the lab in wonder. Despite having been the main financial backer for it, he hadn't been down often, and it still amazed him whenever he got to enter it. Taking a small swallow as he looked in admiration at the lair, he called out, "Hey, Doctor Drakken? You in here?"

Despite his quiet tone of voice, the lab was big enough it caused it to echo throughout.

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That coughing fit gives Drakken pause. That..is not a healthy sound.

"Hey, I think you ought to sit down. That is not an 'everything is hunky-dory sound'. You had that checked?"

And then his mind seizes on the rest of what he said.

"Oh, that's for accounting and legal - they'll wind a paper-trail so convoluted that even a super-powered lawyer with, I dunno, special filiing powers wouldn't figure it out. Heck, back home even when I was a known criminal, I could still market a mind-control shampoo - I just had to obey truth-in-advertising laws. You'd be amazed what you can legally market."

Pokey sits down as asked by the doctor before responding. "Yeah, I got it checked out. It's just a small bug they said should be gone in a week."

Which is an outright lie. The damage done to his body by the Time Distorter, despite how minor it was, was irrevocable. He was good at lying, but the boy knew it would probably only be a matter of time before the doctor figured out there was something genuinely wrong.

His eyes light up at Drakken's mention of how you can market nearly anything. "Yeah? What else have you gotten away with?"

And Drakken has seen 'small bugs'. He's had small bugs. That is not a small bug. But, for the moment, he'll let it go.

"Well, that was kind of the big one. I mean, really, I got to legally market a mind-control shampoo. Just had to follow truth-in-advertising laws since it wasn't carcinogenic or otherwise unhealthy. So all I had to do was call it what it was: 'Lather, rinse, and obey'. Of course marketing was a problem and then Kim Possible showed up, but I sure learned the value of lawyers that time!"

He scratches his head, thinking.

"And there was the cupcake operation, though that was a front. Made a fortune before the market tanked. Anyways, you'd be amazed how much profit even small legitimate operations can pull in."

Pokey taps his fingers on the table, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, we've got the legitimate front businesses. How smart is it to occasionally dip into less "legitimate" tactics with the side business? Like adding something to the food and junk that naturally makes them crave our products, like at the fast-food joint, over other businesses. Like, is that an acceptable risk, or is it too risky in being noticed and drawing attention to the fact we might not be completely on the up and up?"

He shrugs.

"Depends. If we can get away with it, it might work - but the thing is...people really like their junk food. There's this weird thing where they know it's bad for them but they want it anyways. Can't explain it, brain something or other, whatever."

He grins, throwing his hands in the air, his voice rising gleefully.

"Point is, they'll eat it and love it, and we don't have to do a thing! Hah!"

He punches the air, smiling at Pokey.

"We get 'em mentally, we don't even need to change anything. And, well, so long as whatever additives we might choose to use are legit on their own, we're fine, legally."

He shrugs and smiles at the Doctor's enthusiasm. "I guess that makes sense. I was just thinking that it usually isn't a bad idea to try and raise the odds in your favor, if given the chance."

He brings a cupped hand to his mouth to stiffle a small yawn. "Hey Doc? You said the suites are pretty much ready here, right? You don't mind if I stay in one tonight, do ya? Cause I don't want to have to go all the way back to the safehouse I've been staying in."

That, and the idea of just getting to stay in the lab in general appealed to him. The possibility of not being entirely alone too, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

"Yep, they got finished off yesterday. Not quite perfect - hot means cold and cold means hot with the taps still - but other than that, fully ready."

He gestures over his shoulder with a thumb.

"Down the hall, take the third right and...well, I dunno, just claim one I guess."

"I can live with that." He'd lived in worst conditions. This was hardly all that trying on him.

He got up from his chair and moved to start heading down that way. "I gotta admit, I'm kinda beat since I had to get up early." Smirking, he looked behind his shoulder and asked, "So...what're we gonna do tomorrow, Doc Drakken?"

"Depends." he says, grinning widely.

"What do you want to do?"

Grinning back the boy says, "Well, you talked about teaching me the specifics of ray guns so that'd be cool. Maybe work on robots a bit more."

He snaps his fingers, "Oh, how does getting to work about avenging your friend sound, Doc?"

"Like music to my blue ears."

He grins, standing up from his chair, arms going behind his back. Classic supervillain pose.

"Ray guns in the morning, vengeance in the afternoon!"

Pokey simply nods to the evil genius before starting to head down the hallway. "Well, see ya' then, Doc."

He takes the first room he can get to before going into another small fit of coughing, though it subsides quickly. He feels horrifically tired, but he doesn't go to sleep just yet. Standing in front of one of the small mirrors in the room, he attempts to try and get the pose Drakken had assumed last just right.

If he's going to be a mad scientist, might as well try and learn how to look like one, as well.

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