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moffit. *shakes fist at you* I'm not continuing this. I'm NOT.
Vexen, in general, rather disliked when his experiments went awry.
If he'd had a Heart, he might have amended his statement to say that he hated it when his experiments went awry, but since he rather lacked the emotion to do so, he refrained. Such petty concerns such as emotion and feeling had no place in the glorious execution of science. He vaguely remembered that he -- the He he Had Been -- had always prefered data and facts, and being one of Ansem the Wise's apprentices had been a great honor, affording Him with the opportunity to experiment and continue to surround Himself with those facts and data He preferred. Whether his current experimentations were a holdover from that Before time, or simply an extension of it, Vexen had not delved too deeply to question.
Perhaps that would become the makings of a new set of experiments.
At any rate, it was only in general that Vexen disliked disturbances. What was the use of setting up tests and controls and hypothesis, when his carefully calculated projections were scattered to the winds? But Vexen was a scientist, and appreciated the sense of chaos and randomness that would bring unexpected results. Such was science, delving into the unknown to better understand it. To dissect it. To strip away the layers of reality to find truth there.
Clipboard in hand, Vexen eyed the female with a meticulous eye, his pencil scratching over paper as he scribbled down notes and observations. His questions were clipped and terse, and her voice was soft and meek, barely above a whisper as she answered. He refrained from snapping at her to speak up, because it refused to leave its place hovering just behind her left shoulder and had glared at him the first time he had raised his voice to her. It was looking anxious and concerned -- Vexen made note of his observations on a separate page -- and if it had not been invisibly tethered to the girl's side by the circumstances, Vexen was sure it would have been pacing the room in agitation.
It was acting like particularly vicious guard dog. That was unacceptable.
Vexen made another note of how the situation had occurred; unexpected as this was, he would do his best to extract as much data from the circumstances as possible. Revolutionary, really, and he was sure the Superior would be interested in the data. At first, it had been a method of control on Vexen's little toy. It was still new and untested, Vexen not having the data from its model to fully complete its construction. But its Artifical Heart seemed to have enough control to give it personality and drive, rather than being a useless empty puppet staring at the walls like so many of its predecessors. It was surprisingly rebellious and contrary at times, though it would grudgingly obey Vexen's orders, and she had been introduced to it as a method of control. Using her to control it, Vexen soon had himself an obedient replica, one that listened and kept its smart mouth closed and uncomplaining as long as it was promised the reward of seeing her.
He'd have to look over his notes again to be sure, but Vexen was quite sure that the nature of the realationship between her and it had become physical after Larxene had 'borrowed' it for a particularly boring afternoon. It had become much more obedient as long as it continued to see her though, and Vexen saw no reason to cease the physicalities; he gained control over his creation, it remained content and obedient, and its reactions still made for intriguing data. The witch... Vexen cared little for what the witch received from the situation.
But now was that proverbial monkey wrench thrown into the works.
It had taken some months before anyone -- any Nobody, rather -- had figured out what had happened. All Vexen had known was that it had become particularly attached to her, moreso than usual, and had insisted on being with her whenever Vexen did not have it occupied. It had also demanded the right to sleep with her at night. Vexen had been engrossed in his studies and pouring through old research and waved off the request, not minding the little quirk. As long as it did not bother him incessantly, he hadn't cared what it did when he was not experimenting on it.
It hadn't been until Larxene had returned with Marluxia from a trip to the World That Never Was that the situation had been made clear. Marluxia -- that upstart Lord of Castle Oblivion -- had called a meeting to inform them all of the Superior's new plans and decrees. Lexaeus and Zexion had proceeded Vexen, who still had some lab equipment to store before he left the recesses of the Castle to venture the floors above. Vexen had swept into the room, the replica following at his heels and the witch hovering behind it. Vexen had taken his seat, the replica still following like a loyal pet, and Larxene had gotten her first good look at the witch and started laughing.
"Who the fuck knocked up the girl?"
The witch had gone pink in the face, and the replica snarled wordlessly, putting itself between her and the other Nobodies. Vexen had simply been aghast, staring at the girl, and where her plain white dress now stretched tightly over her slightly rounded belly.
moffit. *shakes fist at you* I'm not continuing this. I'm NOT.Vexen, in general, rather disliked when his experiments went awry.
If he'd had a Heart, he might have amended his statement to say that he hated it when his experiments went awry, but since he rather lacked the emotion to do so, he refrained. Such petty concerns such as emotion and feeling had no place in the glorious execution of science. He vaguely remembered that he -- the He he Had Been -- had always prefered data and facts, and being one of Ansem the Wise's apprentices had been a great honor, affording Him with the opportunity to experiment and continue to surround Himself with those facts and data He preferred. Whether his current experimentations were a holdover from that Before time, or simply an extension of it, Vexen had not delved too deeply to question.
Perhaps that would become the makings of a new set of experiments.
At any rate, it was only in general that Vexen disliked disturbances. What was the use of setting up tests and controls and hypothesis, when his carefully calculated projections were scattered to the winds? But Vexen was a scientist, and appreciated the sense of chaos and randomness that would bring unexpected results. Such was science, delving into the unknown to better understand it. To dissect it. To strip away the layers of reality to find truth there.
Clipboard in hand, Vexen eyed the female with a meticulous eye, his pencil scratching over paper as he scribbled down notes and observations. His questions were clipped and terse, and her voice was soft and meek, barely above a whisper as she answered. He refrained from snapping at her to speak up, because it refused to leave its place hovering just behind her left shoulder and had glared at him the first time he had raised his voice to her. It was looking anxious and concerned -- Vexen made note of his observations on a separate page -- and if it had not been invisibly tethered to the girl's side by the circumstances, Vexen was sure it would have been pacing the room in agitation.
It was acting like particularly vicious guard dog. That was unacceptable.
Vexen made another note of how the situation had occurred; unexpected as this was, he would do his best to extract as much data from the circumstances as possible. Revolutionary, really, and he was sure the Superior would be interested in the data. At first, it had been a method of control on Vexen's little toy. It was still new and untested, Vexen not having the data from its model to fully complete its construction. But its Artifical Heart seemed to have enough control to give it personality and drive, rather than being a useless empty puppet staring at the walls like so many of its predecessors. It was surprisingly rebellious and contrary at times, though it would grudgingly obey Vexen's orders, and she had been introduced to it as a method of control. Using her to control it, Vexen soon had himself an obedient replica, one that listened and kept its smart mouth closed and uncomplaining as long as it was promised the reward of seeing her.
He'd have to look over his notes again to be sure, but Vexen was quite sure that the nature of the realationship between her and it had become physical after Larxene had 'borrowed' it for a particularly boring afternoon. It had become much more obedient as long as it continued to see her though, and Vexen saw no reason to cease the physicalities; he gained control over his creation, it remained content and obedient, and its reactions still made for intriguing data. The witch... Vexen cared little for what the witch received from the situation.
But now was that proverbial monkey wrench thrown into the works.
It had taken some months before anyone -- any Nobody, rather -- had figured out what had happened. All Vexen had known was that it had become particularly attached to her, moreso than usual, and had insisted on being with her whenever Vexen did not have it occupied. It had also demanded the right to sleep with her at night. Vexen had been engrossed in his studies and pouring through old research and waved off the request, not minding the little quirk. As long as it did not bother him incessantly, he hadn't cared what it did when he was not experimenting on it.
It hadn't been until Larxene had returned with Marluxia from a trip to the World That Never Was that the situation had been made clear. Marluxia -- that upstart Lord of Castle Oblivion -- had called a meeting to inform them all of the Superior's new plans and decrees. Lexaeus and Zexion had proceeded Vexen, who still had some lab equipment to store before he left the recesses of the Castle to venture the floors above. Vexen had swept into the room, the replica following at his heels and the witch hovering behind it. Vexen had taken his seat, the replica still following like a loyal pet, and Larxene had gotten her first good look at the witch and started laughing.
"Who the fuck knocked up the girl?"
The witch had gone pink in the face, and the replica snarled wordlessly, putting itself between her and the other Nobodies. Vexen had simply been aghast, staring at the girl, and where her plain white dress now stretched tightly over her slightly rounded belly.
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