To say that Dr. Michael Morbius, the Living Vampire, considered himself cursed was putting it mildly. He had had an awful lot of rotten luck and had mostly given up on love after the last time Martine 'died.' Yes, he had shoved her backwards into a stake that Spider-Man was holding and saw her turn to dust, but that had somehow never stopped her from returning before. She had been the love of his life until a vampire turned her and everything about her changed.
She blamed him.
He blamed him.
And these days that made him give up on even casual dating. He knew what he saw in the mirror and what he saw before he lost his color, nose, and his eyes started to glow. Still, Dr. Quinzel was nice, from what he had heard. Crazy, but charming. What harm was dinner if he had no expectations?
True to his word, he arrived about twenty minutes later at the appointed location. He didn't get out of a car, no. Michael floated down from the sky; he had glided from his temporary lodgings. Dressed in a suit of all things, black with a red shirt that was only buttoned up to the top four buttons. As soon as he landed, he gave a sweeping bow, in true Hammer Horror fashion. "Good evening, Dr. Quinzel, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." The Grecian-accented tone spoke up while he gave his little bow.
Sunglasses on, not just to hide the glow, but as the sun was still not fully set, it hurt his eyes a little. "Shall we?"
Harley curled her hair and dressed in a little red number. It's his honor and privilege to pay for her dinner, but she is a gracious lady and will let him have a good look at her legs and cleavage in exchange.
She's alarmed when he comes down into her line of sight feet-first, but he's certainly much nicer about it than Batman ever was. The dramatic bow is kind of a lot, but she's kind of a lot too, so she'll give it a pass. She makes a mental note that if tonight is a total bust then she might be able to set him up with Scarecrow. That could be a vibe.
"We shall," she chirps and spits her gum into the street.
He would not argue it was his honor and privilege, at least he finally had access to his accounts again and wasn't living in rundown abandoned buildings anymore. Otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to take her somewhere so nice.
Michael probably needed to tone down the drama, but he's always been a bit dramatic even out of costume.
He offers his arm, someone raised with manners despite the reputation he has. "I made sure we had reservations, I saw online it can get busy in the evenings." He explained, he would even pull the door for her if she let him.
Scarecrow would either end up the worst tasting dinner, or they would talk science way too long
[ The returned smile made him feel a little better. He's very used to people recoiling around him if they didn't know him well or from before the accident. ]
Sadly, not really, unless you count werewolves. Cliche as it might be, I am good friends with a true werewolf. Though a stray near where I stay seems rather fond of me for some reason. I theorize due to not being a true vampire, I can not control animals nor seem to repulse them.
[ He sees that smile drop, and hears the hushed whisper just fine, but still he leans in and replies low. ]
Yes, but they rarely come into the city. Full moons are their only bad nights. Don't fear it; it is not likely you will cross paths with one unless you meet my friend Jack somehow, and he is a good fellow, I assure you.
[ Yeah, probably a good idea not to tell her about the Monstermetropolis under the city he helped found.]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you or your friends it's just a little bit strange and scary to suddenly learn that everything you thought was just in horror movies is real.
Do not worry, you have not offended me. I know how strange it can be. I, too, believed in none of this before my accident. I was a man of science; it would have been rather strange to, don't you think?
[ Standing he offered the clawed hand her way. ]
Come, if you still wish. Let's take your mind off that and let you see the best view of the city.
[ From here And lol correcting the mistake of that action bit that ended up as a text.]
Shockingly, I am not bitter about it. He and I are still good friends; we just do not talk about her if it can be helped. That seems strange; you've always seemed quite nice in correspondance.
[ Yeah, he's not met Dick in person. Still, Michael is an expert in his field. Who doesn't like keeping a non-Arkham resident scientist on their text chains or emails? ]
Is it sad to admit I have tried that, and the jokes are still made to this day? At least I am in good company.
And as for the claw bit, my voice-to-text picked up one of the others who was making fun of me using voice-to-text. Sadly, I know how those women live, as I must live it.
[ A picture follows of those almost two-inch razor-sharp claws, which are painted black today as he often does.]
Sorry for being so slow. Life is being life and throwing new curveballs. Yay. We're living it. <3
At least you're still close. I'd have to say my closest friend is Donna Troy, but she's out of the 'business' if you know what I mean, and moved away. It's harder to keep in touch, but I've known her since I was young, and she probably knows me best. If I ever needed her, she'd be there and I for her.
You're in fabulous company; we are certainly delightful to make fun of and to laugh it off. At least I'm somewhat known for my bad jokes?
I didn't even think about voice-to-text, even though I use it all the time. It is always misquoting me. I know I have to be careful when I use it. I've ended up asking a friend to enjoy relations with me once, and it ended in an awkward conversation, to be sure.
I wish you the best with those claws. Hopefully, your girlfriends know what fun they can have with those in all the best settings.
[Okay, so they're slightly sharper than Dick was imagining. He does enjoy pain play, but has never had anyone to talk to about it. There's always been something fascinating about it, and the thought of how adding that to erotica makes one feel alive. Perhaps because he's been through the Lazarus pit, or because he is constantly being sliced, diced and beat up through his work. It slants his world...slightly, or not so. ]
Someone who actually left but didn't die? Shocking in this line of 'work.' Those are the best kind of friends. Emil was like that, and I miss him desperately every day. If only I could unwrite time and keep his death from happening, I would.
I have always found your humor to be delightful, my friend. Still, you are fantastic company to keep.
It is far too useful even when it sometimes goes astray. Oh my, that had to be awkward. Well, you can't leave me hanging. What happened last time?
Funny, very funny. There are reasons I have been single for these few years since Martine and I ended our engagement. There have been two failures since; the fingernails were not an issue for them. It is embarrassing to say, but one taped oven mitts to my hands; the other was oddly into it. Which I am certain may be too much information from me. It is the scientist part of my brain.
[ Somebody is okay getting handcuffed to the headboard to protect those he takes to bed from his nails. Susanna had been a vampiric witch, but he hadn't known it at the time. But she was into some crazy things, and he was a moron entranced by a pretty face paying him attention.]
Well, she died... but came back from the dead. I guess there was a train that took everyone to the afterlife, and she jumped off it. What do you expect from someone raised by Wonder Woman? A little death never stopped her. Well, it did in a way. After that, she lost her zeal for being anything other than a photographer.
I am so sorry that you lost your friend. Death is an evil beast that I've had to deal with many times.
You flatter me far too much, thank you. I find your company equally as enjoyable, and you make me smile and laugh when I start to take myself too seriously.
Oven mitts? Dear god man, I'd have kicked her out right away. That's low. I mean, there are other things to do. Plastic tips come to mind. I don't mean to make any rude comparison, but they do make them for cats of all kinds to keep from getting hurt. It would do wonders, and NOT demasulate you in the process.
Why would being into it do odd things to the scientist part of your brain? Does it not understand kinks, or enjoying different things in the bedroom?
Ahh, well, I can't judge that; I die a lot. Though I can see where being raised by Wonder Woman would affect that. The death might have made her reevaluate her choices.
He was the first victim to my thirst when the change happened. Death would have hurt anyway, but knowing I killed him? I will never fully recover from that. We did the experiment to save my life; had I known the cost, it never would have happened.
[ Granted, even for the people he killed before Ghost Rider stepped in and helped him find control and a threat of death. The number of people his cures and science have saved? Vastly outnumbers the deaths. He will never feel the scales are in his favor, but he's cured multiple rare blood disorders, just not the one that was killing him. ]
I simply speak as I see it, my friend. Thank you; it has been some time since someone has said something so kind about me. I am pleased to be of any help.
I will confess, I considered leaving, but I didn't. I am only human, well, a living vampire, but still mostly human. I had not considered plastic tips; I wonder if that would even work. I don't mind, trust me; nothing you think can be is worse than the things I have thought myself.
I meant the sharing of too much information is the scientific mind, not the rest. I quite understand kinks; I was Catholic. How could I not?
[ Wade gradually slowed down once he was safely inside and set Morbius down. Almost as an afterthought, he leaned over and straightened out some of Morbius' clothes... There-- good as new? ]
I just had the craziest night, no joke. One minute you're eating chili dogs on the side of the street, the next minute you're the star of a televised high-speed chase... Life's funny like that. Think I'm gonna have to lay low for a while.
[ he defintely smacked the other's shoulder at least once.
Fangs bared as he hissed at Wade when he was put down, a hand went to smack away the hand fixing his clothes but was too late. Those clothes? For once he was not wearing the disco suit. He had been honest about being in bed moping. He was wearing some very retro 70s pajamas.
Michael could grumble about all the monsters seeing him in his nightclothes later. For now he rolls his eyes. Any grumbling about being carried off was left aside as Deadpool explained. ]
I feel you are omitting key details here. However, if I am to consider this. And it is consideration, not a promise. I want your word that you will harm no one down here and that you are not being followed by anyone short of the police. Do we have an understanding?
[ For what it was worth, Wade didn't really seem to notice or care one way or the other about the pajamas. It wasn't any worse than some of the things he'd been caught wearing. As for the rest of it-- The raise of Wade's brows was obvious even under the mask. ]
C'mon, Morbius. Why would I hurt anyone down here? Know it's not really my business anymore, but I care about them too. I wasn't followed, honest!
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To say that Dr. Michael Morbius, the Living Vampire, considered himself cursed was putting it mildly. He had had an awful lot of rotten luck and had mostly given up on love after the last time Martine 'died.' Yes, he had shoved her backwards into a stake that Spider-Man was holding and saw her turn to dust, but that had somehow never stopped her from returning before. She had been the love of his life until a vampire turned her and everything about her changed.
She blamed him.
He blamed him.
And these days that made him give up on even casual dating. He knew what he saw in the mirror and what he saw before he lost his color, nose, and his eyes started to glow. Still, Dr. Quinzel was nice, from what he had heard. Crazy, but charming. What harm was dinner if he had no expectations?
True to his word, he arrived about twenty minutes later at the appointed location. He didn't get out of a car, no. Michael floated down from the sky; he had glided from his temporary lodgings. Dressed in a suit of all things, black with a red shirt that was only buttoned up to the top four buttons. As soon as he landed, he gave a sweeping bow, in true Hammer Horror fashion. "Good evening, Dr. Quinzel, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." The Grecian-accented tone spoke up while he gave his little bow.
Sunglasses on, not just to hide the glow, but as the sun was still not fully set, it hurt his eyes a little. "Shall we?"
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She's alarmed when he comes down into her line of sight feet-first, but he's certainly much nicer about it than Batman ever was. The dramatic bow is kind of a lot, but she's kind of a lot too, so she'll give it a pass. She makes a mental note that if tonight is a total bust then she might be able to set him up with Scarecrow. That could be a vibe.
"We shall," she chirps and spits her gum into the street.
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Michael probably needed to tone down the drama, but he's always been a bit dramatic even out of costume.
He offers his arm, someone raised with manners despite the reputation he has. "I made sure we had reservations, I saw online it can get busy in the evenings." He explained, he would even pull the door for her if she let him.
Scarecrow would either end up the worst tasting dinner, or they would talk science way too long
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[ The returned smile made him feel a little better. He's very used to people recoiling around him if they didn't know him well or from before the accident. ]
Sadly, not really, unless you count werewolves. Cliche as it might be, I am good friends with a true werewolf. Though a stray near where I stay seems rather fond of me for some reason. I theorize due to not being a true vampire, I can not control animals nor seem to repulse them.
[ It was because he was feeding it, of course. ]
thank you for moving :)
Werewolves are real too??
[She asks in a hushed whisper.]
No problem at all!
Yes, but they rarely come into the city. Full moons are their only bad nights. Don't fear it; it is not likely you will cross paths with one unless you meet my friend Jack somehow, and he is a good fellow, I assure you.
[ Yeah, probably a good idea not to tell her about the Monstermetropolis under the city he helped found.]
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Oh...uh I mean. Okay.
[A pause as she laughs shakily.]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you or your friends it's just a little bit strange and scary to suddenly learn that everything you thought was just in horror movies is real.
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Do not worry, you have not offended me. I know how strange it can be. I, too, believed in none of this before my accident. I was a man of science; it would have been rather strange to, don't you think?
[ Standing he offered the clawed hand her way. ]
Come, if you still wish. Let's take your mind off that and let you see the best view of the city.
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ooc: That sounds good.
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Well, you certainly are prepared. Send me the address. I am prepared to start the experimentation if you are.
If I do bite you, I apologize in advance. Though I am curious about how you electrified your blood.
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Shockingly, I am not bitter about it. He and I are still good friends; we just do not talk about her if it can be helped. That seems strange; you've always seemed quite nice in correspondance.
[ Yeah, he's not met Dick in person. Still, Michael is an expert in his field. Who doesn't like keeping a non-Arkham resident scientist on their text chains or emails? ]
Is it sad to admit I have tried that, and the jokes are still made to this day? At least I am in good company.
And as for the claw bit, my voice-to-text picked up one of the others who was making fun of me using voice-to-text. Sadly, I know how those women live, as I must live it.
[ A picture follows of those almost two-inch razor-sharp claws, which are painted black today as he often does.]
Sorry for being so slow. Life is being life and throwing new curveballs. Yay. We're living it. <3
You're in fabulous company; we are certainly delightful to make fun of and to laugh it off. At least I'm somewhat known for my bad jokes?
I didn't even think about voice-to-text, even though I use it all the time. It is always misquoting me. I know I have to be careful when I use it. I've ended up asking a friend to enjoy relations with me once, and it ended in an awkward conversation, to be sure.
I wish you the best with those claws. Hopefully, your girlfriends know what fun they can have with those in all the best settings.
[Okay, so they're slightly sharper than Dick was imagining. He does enjoy pain play, but has never had anyone to talk to about it. There's always been something fascinating about it, and the thought of how adding that to erotica makes one feel alive. Perhaps because he's been through the Lazarus pit, or because he is constantly being sliced, diced and beat up through his work. It slants his world...slightly, or not so. ]
Never a worry at all, I absolutely understand!
I have always found your humor to be delightful, my friend. Still, you are fantastic company to keep.
It is far too useful even when it sometimes goes astray. Oh my, that had to be awkward. Well, you can't leave me hanging. What happened last time?
Funny, very funny. There are reasons I have been single for these few years since Martine and I ended our engagement. There have been two failures since; the fingernails were not an issue for them. It is embarrassing to say, but one taped oven mitts to my hands; the other was oddly into it. Which I am certain may be too much information from me. It is the scientist part of my brain.
[ Somebody is okay getting handcuffed to the headboard to protect those he takes to bed from his nails. Susanna had been a vampiric witch, but he hadn't known it at the time. But she was into some crazy things, and he was a moron entranced by a pretty face paying him attention.]
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I am so sorry that you lost your friend. Death is an evil beast that I've had to deal with many times.
You flatter me far too much, thank you. I find your company equally as enjoyable, and you make me smile and laugh when I start to take myself too seriously.
Oven mitts? Dear god man, I'd have kicked her out right away. That's low. I mean, there are other things to do. Plastic tips come to mind. I don't mean to make any rude comparison, but they do make them for cats of all kinds to keep from getting hurt. It would do wonders, and NOT demasulate you in the process.
Why would being into it do odd things to the scientist part of your brain? Does it not understand kinks, or enjoying different things in the bedroom?
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He was the first victim to my thirst when the change happened. Death would have hurt anyway, but knowing I killed him? I will never fully recover from that. We did the experiment to save my life; had I known the cost, it never would have happened.
[ Granted, even for the people he killed before Ghost Rider stepped in and helped him find control and a threat of death. The number of people his cures and science have saved? Vastly outnumbers the deaths. He will never feel the scales are in his favor, but he's cured multiple rare blood disorders, just not the one that was killing him. ]
I simply speak as I see it, my friend. Thank you; it has been some time since someone has said something so kind about me. I am pleased to be of any help.
I will confess, I considered leaving, but I didn't. I am only human, well, a living vampire, but still mostly human. I had not considered plastic tips; I wonder if that would even work. I don't mind, trust me; nothing you think can be is worse than the things I have thought myself.
I meant the sharing of too much information is the scientific mind, not the rest. I quite understand kinks; I was Catholic. How could I not?
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@unsevered - Let me know if I misunderstood there and I can adjust!
[ He saw that very recognizable suit coming fast his way. Naturally wide red eyes seemed to widen more. Oh no. ]
What have you done!
[ Was about all he has time to say before the most undigified squeek escapes the fake night creature, as he started to flail. ]
Put me down, you fool!
[ A random monster, who clearly knew to follow the doctor, pulled the entrance shut and bolted it back in place before wandering off elsewhere. ]
naw you understood the assignment perfectly
[ Wade gradually slowed down once he was safely inside and set Morbius down. Almost as an afterthought, he leaned over and straightened out some of Morbius' clothes... There-- good as new? ]
I just had the craziest night, no joke. One minute you're eating chili dogs on the side of the street, the next minute you're the star of a televised high-speed chase... Life's funny like that. Think I'm gonna have to lay low for a while.
Fantastic!
Fangs bared as he hissed at Wade when he was put down, a hand went to smack away the hand fixing his clothes but was too late. Those clothes? For once he was not wearing the disco suit. He had been honest about being in bed
moping.He was wearing some very retro 70s pajamas.Michael could grumble about all the monsters seeing him in his nightclothes later. For now he rolls his eyes. Any grumbling about being carried off was left aside as Deadpool explained. ]
I feel you are omitting key details here. However, if I am to consider this. And it is consideration, not a promise. I want your word that you will harm no one down here and that you are not being followed by anyone short of the police. Do we have an understanding?
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C'mon, Morbius. Why would I hurt anyone down here? Know it's not really my business anymore, but I care about them too. I wasn't followed, honest!
[ He was being sincere for a change. ]
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I never thought I would have a use for this ridiculous 70s icon, thanks!
I live to serve
Amazing!
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[ At least she can't see the face he made at that image.
What ARE those things? ]
Bring them; if they don't want them, I'll send someone to drop them off at some donation center. Someone must want those awful-looking creations.
Do you want me to still finish working on that bomb for you?
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I'll drop the toys off next time I'm in town.
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That is fine; it will be appreciated all the same.
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With the headache I have? There will be no next time.
I am dying, and I think it is going to stick this time.
Oh, god, tell me you are kidding.
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You'll be fine. It's just going to take a hot minute.
Why would I be kidding?
I'm just calling it how I see it!
You were having a great time!
yw!
I hate this; I have not felt this awful since I was literally dying.
Please tell me I didn't do anything that will
A. Get myself on the news or
B. utterly embarrassing.
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