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Hojo: *downstairs, playing with his gameboy*
Vin: *will have to be dragged*
Hojo: *looks at watch, sighs, and goes upstairs to get him*
Vin: Come on, don't you need something done? Someone shot or something? *looks at clock* Like NOW, cause I need to leave the building
Vin: like now.
Hojo: Vincent, you in here? You're due downstairs.
Vin: *cringe* Ah... I have work to do...
Hojo: Veld said he'd keep your schedule clear today.
Vin: And I suppose threatening to maime you isn't going to work is it?
Hojo: I have excellent workman's comp insurance coverage.
Vin: Then how about I break your arms? You could take a vacation!
Hojo: But I couldn't play my gameboy with broken arms. Just come take your medicine like a good boy and I'll give you a lollypop.
Vin: Legs? you don't need your legs
Vin: I don't take candy from crazy people.
Hojo: Come on, Vincent, up and at 'em. Scarlet doesn't whine like you do. Even Reeve doesn't.
Vin: Yeah, but they didn't go into convulsions like I did... what are you doing different to me?
Hojo: Each of you is on a different course, obviously. It's more efficient to test several possibilities at once. We reduced the makotol levels in this one, though, so you should be fine.
Vin: one of these days one of us is going to kill the other one... *goes with him anyway*
Hojo: Yes, and one of these days I'll be macking on strippers in Costa. *hands Vincent a lollypop as they go downstairs*
Vin: I'd rather be with the strippers on costa.
Vin: *looks at basement like it could eat him*
::kills smiley::
Hojo: Why don't you put in to go to Costa? I'm sure there's someone there who needs to be shot. *gestures to table*
Vin: *sits and doesn't answer*
Hojo: Take off your shirt, Vinny, you know the drill. *messes with needles and stuff on tray*
Vin: *tosses shirt down next to him, holds out arm, looks at tray like he wants to beat Hojo to death with it*
Hojo: *straps Vincent's arm to table and reaches for the other to do the same*
Hojo: Just in case. You understand.
Vin: *flinches* I fucking hate you. Just, so ya know.
Hojo: I appreciate your honesty. Thank you for sharing. *swabs the inside of his elbow*
Vin: *glares*
Hojo: *looks bored as he sticks Vinny with the first needle*
Vin: *arm flinches* Shit... that fuc.burns...
Hojo: Don't worry, it's only slightly caustic. *counts off seconds on his watch between dosages*
Vin: *breaks out into a sweat*
Hojo: *administers second dose* Now, do be sure to let me know if you notice any unusual reactions.
Vin: Who... who else is here?
Hojo: Pardon? It's just me today.
Vin: *glares* I hear someone else talking.
Hojo: *pauses, listens* Unless you're picking up the voices in my head, I think this qualifies as a side effect. *makes notes* Can you make out anything about the voices or what they're saying?
Vin: *smirks* He doesn't want me to tell you.
Hojo: That's not very friendly of him. *notes* Why doesn't he?
Vin: *tries to shrug but is sorta strapped to a table* Dunno
Hojo: Could you ask him?
Vin: *snickers*
Hojo: Is that a no, then?
Vin: He wants to know if you bleed red or black.
Hojo: Depends on my mood. *notes* Aside from the voice, any other side effects?
Vin: *just watches him* cold...
Hojo: You're not shivering. Do you want a blanket?
Vin: I want you to untie me.
Hojo: I need to make sure you're stable first.
Vin: I'm fucking fine, let me up.
Hojo: Sure, sure, just let me take your vitals and call Veld to take you back upstairs.
Hojo: *rings Veld's office*
Veld: Hello?
Hojo: You want to come pick up your Vincent?
Veld: Can you keep him? .... I suppose not.
Veld: Be right there.
Veld: *makes his way to TEH DUNGEON er basement*
Vin: *growls a little* Untie. Me.
Hojo: *checks heartbeat, etc, with cold stethoscope* Deep breath!
Veld: *taking his sweet time*
Vin: *growl*
Veld: *at the top of the stairs, debating whether or not to wait longer*
Veld: *shakes head and decides he's being mean*
Hojo: Okay, big boy, you're finished. *unstraps*
Veld: *walks in* All done?
Vin: *goes for Hojo's throat*
Hojo: *screams like a girl and ducks*
Veld: Valentine! Stop that!
Vin: *ignoring Veld, makes another grab at Hojo's neck*
Veld: *decides he might have to restrain him. pulls out gun instead* You will CALM yourself!
Hojo: Down boy! Bad Vincent! *scrambles up onto lab counter*
Veld: *really hates collecting Turks*
Veld: *a lot*
Vin: *backs up and snarls* *shakes head* Ahhh, shhiiii- *falls against the wall*
Veld: *still has gun out but goes over to check on him* Are you going to act SANE now?
Vin: *totally pukes and starts to dryheave*
Veld: *kinda gets worried but brushes it off as him being delusional* ....Hojo? You alive back there?
Veld: *holsters gun*
Vin: Let.... *cough* Let me fucking kill him.
Hojo: Right, yes, totally alive for the moment.
Veld: Then I will have to remove you from active duty, Valentine. You will do no such thing.
Vin: I can fix that... *stands and cracks neck* *tilts head to the side then snickers* Yeah... I can fix that.
Hojo: Eep.
Vin: *puts a hand to his head* Fuck...
Veld: ...Vincent. He is just doing his job.
Hojo: *makes note to ask gast for some kind of sedative gun*
Vin: *growls at Veld*
Veld: Don't make me pull out the gun again. *shakes finger at him*
Veld: Come on. Let's just get you cleaned up and back to your paperwork.
Vin: *looks like he's going to tell Veld to do it and then shakes his head and slumps against the wall again* I don't feel good....
Hojo: Next time, I think maybe I'll leave him strapped until you get here, Veld. Just... to be on the safe side.
Veld: Good idea. He's a little unpredictable.
Vin: *pushes off the wall to leave, looking offended*
Hojo: Give him some orange juice and two of these. *tosses small bottle*
Hojo: It should cut down on the nausea.
Veld: Thank you. *grabs Vin's arm* No running off just yet, ok?
Vin: *snags arm back* Get off.
Veld: Stop acting like a child.
Vin: Fuck you.
Veld: I don't swing like that. *jiggles bottle* And I'm sure that mini-fridge of yours has the orange juice to go with this.
Hojo: And no alcohol for twelve hours, that'll exacerbate the effects.
Vin: I'm not taking anything those shits give me. *Stalks away*
Hojo: Well, if you'd rather retch your esophagus up, go ahead.
Vin: I'd rather rip your esophagus out.
Hojo: I like my esophagus right where it is, thanks.
Veld: And any more talk of violence NOT on the field and I will make sure you are stuck at a desk for MONTHS, Valentine.
Vin: *tilts head for a second* No... red, not black...
Veld: *pinches nose*
Vin: *shakes head* Can I please, just... leave now? I'll do my paper work, I don't want to be here.
Veld: So long as you take these. I'll feed them to you if I have to.
Veld: *is rather annoyed*
Vin: *shakes head*
Veld: Or I could make Hojo feed them to you. Would you like that instead?
Veld: *crosses arms*
Hojo: I'd... rather not, if it's all the same to you.
Vin: *snarls* It could be fun.
Veld: ....hmm. Maybe not.
Vin: *sigh* *walks out of the room*
Veld: *turns to Hojo* Just for nausea, right?
Hojo: Yeah. If we develop a pill for bitchy, you'll be the first to know.
Veld: Yes, I'll need a big bottle. *looks at bottle* I'll leave it on his desk. If he retches all day, it'll be his own damn fault.
Hojo: If you notice anything odd, please let myself or Gast know, he never reports his symptoms or reactions.
Veld: *grumbles* He never reports anything.
Vin: *is curled up on his desk, making little whimpering sounds while Scarlet tucks his hair behind his ear in a mothery way*
Hojo: *shrugs, then looks at the mess in the lab* We so need more interns.
Veld: Indeed. Big ones that frighten delusional weirdos.
Hojo: Maybe some soothingly cute ones...
Veld: Oh, females might be a good idea, actually.
Veld: I'll be sure to let Drummond know.
Hojo: Thanks.
Veld: Well, always a pleasure, but I have to get back to work. Scarlet's in on Thursday, you shouldn't have trouble with her.
Veld: *makes his leave, muttering and feeling a headache coming on*
Hojo: *waves*
Scarlet: *is worried* You alright? *pets Vin*



Veld: *walks past office, not sure if he wants to drop off the feel better pills yet.*
Scarlet: *runs out* Sir?
Veld: Hmm? *rubs forehead, as head REALLY hurts now*
Scarlet: *bites lip* Sir?
Scarlet: I'm... *takes a breath* something is't right.
Veld: Has he burned down something ALREADY? It's only been ten DAMN minutes...
Scarlet: *eyes narrow* No.
Veld: Oh good. *hands bottle* Then put this on his desk... you wouldn't happen to know where I can get any painkillers, would you?
Scarlet: What are those? *points to pill bottle* I've got some stuff in my desk.
Veld: For nausea. No funny stuff. And thank you. He always gives me SUCH a headache.
Scarlet: No, what ARE they. Not what does he say they do, what ARE they?
Veld: The hell if I know. Do I look like I have a medical degree? *is cranky*
Scarlet: *sighs* You're being a jerk. What did I do? *walks into her room to get her asprin.* Why do we need enhansments anyway? Not like we're lugging around those swords or those big ass guns.
Veld: *downs pills without water* Sorry for the jerkishness. King Jerk brings that out in me.
Veld: And do you question your job, Scarlet?
Scarlet: Eh, he's sleeping, I'm sure he's been hungover worse. *looks at Vin* Do you think maybe he's crazy? *thinks* Sometimes, but not enough to not do it.
Veld: *pinches nose* You do realize that we all failed our initial psychological evaluations, right?
Scarlet: Yeah... but not bad enough to make them not accept us. I just assumed there was a...you know, safe zone. But sometimes I wonder about VIn.
Veld: Yes, don't we all.
Veld: I wouldn't worry too much. *pats her head* He only attacks scientists. And we're trying to fix that.
Scarlet: *falls to the chair* I mean, maybe he's so paranoid that he's imagining that?
Veld: He's always been a little delusional.
Veld: Most likely having something to do with being REALLY good in one area and atrophying other parts of the brain. *laughs*
Scarlet: *snickers* did you just admit Vin's good?
Veld: Don't let that get around.
Veld: He's already got a big head, and we've got a mission coming up.
Veld: So I don't need him running around like he's superman or anything.
Scarlet: *shrugs* He won't get anyone killed he's not supposed to.
Veld: I certainly hope not. He cuts in awful close sometimes.
Scarlet: Only with himself. I'm never worried.
Veld: *rubs forehead again* Damn headaches...
Scarlet: Did you tell Hojo that they are getting worse? *mom mode*
Veld: I'll write in my reports. I was too busy trying to keep wonderboy from strangling the poor man.
Veld: Which reminds me, you're up on Thursday. Please be a good kid like you always are?
Scarlet: I always behave.
Scarlet: Please go SAY something to Hojo about the headaches?
Veld: Later. I've always been prone to migraines, so you shouldn't worry.
Scarlet: *shakes head* I think I'm the only sane one sometimes... *sits back down* And I took gast's crossword again.
Veld: Watch out. They're hopefully getting some interns soon, and he might send them after you.
Scarlet: Maybe Hojo should do a mental re-evaluation on Vin?
Scarlet: *snickers* oooo interns... scary.
Scarlet: I mean... I like the guy.... but he's not handling things well.
Veld: Yes, cute and female, preferrably. Should cut down on strangulation. Hopefully.
Scarlet: What?
Scarlet: Strangulation?
Veld: Nevermind. Hojo's just doing his job, alright?
Veld: And you should be doing yours. I've got training sessions to organize. Shoo.
Scarlet: I don't know who to not trust, to be honset. I mean... *I* am fine. *you* are fine.... Vincent?
Veld: Trust in the company. I'm sure they wouldn't do anything TOO terrible to us.
Scarlet: Well, then maybe Vin needs... someplace else? Where'd you get him from anyway?
Veld: You don't want to know.
Veld: Take him out for a drink or something. He seems to like that.
Veld: *is already fiddling with paperwork, as he's a multitasker*


Vin: *wandering around campus, trying to find a party or something and rubbing his head*
Voice in his head: They are all against you...
Vin: *digs for smokes*
Lu: ::returning from a library run, nearly hidden behind huge stack of books with inpronouncable titles::
Vin: *not paying attention at all*
Voice: Those are cheap cigarettes. I thought you'd go for better.
Voice: What with your salary? Pfft. Cheapskate.
Vin: *rubs head*
Lu: ::can barely see where she's going- crammed shoulder bag slipping off her shoulder- struggling to balance it AND books::
Voice: So where's the booze, partyboy? You're boring us.
Vin: *cloeses eyes to get voices to shut up and collides*
Vin: Shit! ah.. er...
Voice: Dolt. Watch where you're going.
Lu: ACK!
Lu: ::on face on sidewalk amongst books:: xx;
Vin: Oh fucks... I'm sorry.
Lu: What where you're going!
Voice: That's what we said!
Lu: ::grouchily gathers up books::
Vin: *helps her pick up books*
VIn: Where the hell you goin with all these?
Voice: To a kegger. Really, Vincent.
Voice: You're not crazy, you're stupid.
Vin: *closes eyes and to self* Shut up.
Lu: back to my room
Voice: Focus on female. I know this is hard for you.
Lu: I have a thesis to write.
Lu: ::none of the books smaller than a phone book::
Lu: ::minus her labcoat right now, still a bit on the geeky side::
Vin: *feels bad* Ah... do you need any help with all this?
Lu: ::has the books more or less together:: no.
Lu: I have it. Thank you.
Lu: ::grumbles::
Vin: *nods* Well, sorry bout that anyway.
Lu: ::hefst books- nearly falls over::
Lu: just keep your eyes open next time.
Voice: Heh, smarter than you and seems to dislike you greatly! Can we keep her?
Lu: ::mutters::
Vin: *to himself* SHUT the fuck up. *turns to go about his merry way*
Voice: Make me.
Lu: ExCUSE me?
Lu: WHAT is your problem?!
Lu: Honestly.
Lu: ::huffs::
Voice: OH HO! YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW MR!
Vin: I wasn't talking to you.
Lu: Bastard.
Voice: It's that attitude that makes Velly hate you so much, you know.
Lu: ::stalks off with her tower of books::
Vin: *rakes a hand through his head* I...ah... I'm just occupid. Sorry.
Vin: Bitch.
Lu: Hmph.
Voice: Nice legs though.
Lu: ::has muddy books, torn nylons, and has been cussed at- NOT in a good mood now::
Vin: *turns to go* well granted, but there are nice girls with just as nice legs without the holier than thou complex and WHY am I talking to myself?
Lu: ::turns and STARES at him::
Voice: Because you have no friends.
Lu: Okay, are you just that rude or did you break out of the mental ward?
Voice: Hehe! ZIIIING!
Vin: *sighs and fishes out another cigarette* A little of column A and a little of B.
Lu: because I WILL call campus security...
Lu:

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Hojo: *downstairs, playing with his gameboy*
Vin: *will have to be dragged*
Hojo: *looks at watch, sighs, and goes upstairs to get him*
Vin: Come on, don't you need something done? Someone shot or something? *looks at clock* Like NOW, cause I need to leave the building
Vin: like now.
Hojo: Vincent, you in here? You're due downstairs.
Vin: *cringe* Ah... I have work to do...
Hojo: Veld said he'd keep your schedule clear today.
Vin: And I suppose threatening to maime you isn't going to work is it?
Hojo: I have excellent workman's comp insurance coverage.
Vin: Then how about I break your arms? You could take a vacation!
Hojo: But I couldn't play my gameboy with broken arms. Just come take your medicine like a good boy and I'll give you a lollypop.
Vin: Legs? you don't need your legs
Vin: I don't take candy from crazy people.
Hojo: Come on, Vincent, up and at 'em. Scarlet doesn't whine like you do. Even Reeve doesn't.
Vin: Yeah, but they didn't go into convulsions like I did... what are you doing different to me?
Hojo: Each of you is on a different course, obviously. It's more efficient to test several possibilities at once. We reduced the makotol levels in this one, though, so you should be fine.
Vin: one of these days one of us is going to kill the other one... *goes with him anyway*
Hojo: Yes, and one of these days I'll be macking on strippers in Costa. *hands Vincent a lollypop as they go downstairs*
Vin: I'd rather be with the strippers on costa.
Vin: *looks at basement like it could eat him*
::kills smiley::
Hojo: Why don't you put in to go to Costa? I'm sure there's someone there who needs to be shot. *gestures to table*
Vin: *sits and doesn't answer*
Hojo: Take off your shirt, Vinny, you know the drill. *messes with needles and stuff on tray*
Vin: *tosses shirt down next to him, holds out arm, looks at tray like he wants to beat Hojo to death with it*
Hojo: *straps Vincent's arm to table and reaches for the other to do the same*
Hojo: Just in case. You understand.
Vin: *flinches* I fucking hate you. Just, so ya know.
Hojo: I appreciate your honesty. Thank you for sharing. *swabs the inside of his elbow*
Vin: *glares*
Hojo: *looks bored as he sticks Vinny with the first needle*
Vin: *arm flinches* Shit... that fuc.burns...
Hojo: Don't worry, it's only slightly caustic. *counts off seconds on his watch between dosages*
Vin: *breaks out into a sweat*
Hojo: *administers second dose* Now, do be sure to let me know if you notice any unusual reactions.
Vin: Who... who else is here?
Hojo: Pardon? It's just me today.
Vin: *glares* I hear someone else talking.
Hojo: *pauses, listens* Unless you're picking up the voices in my head, I think this qualifies as a side effect. *makes notes* Can you make out anything about the voices or what they're saying?
Vin: *smirks* He doesn't want me to tell you.
Hojo: That's not very friendly of him. *notes* Why doesn't he?
Vin: *tries to shrug but is sorta strapped to a table* Dunno
Hojo: Could you ask him?
Vin: *snickers*
Hojo: Is that a no, then?
Vin: He wants to know if you bleed red or black.
Hojo: Depends on my mood. *notes* Aside from the voice, any other side effects?
Vin: *just watches him* cold...
Hojo: You're not shivering. Do you want a blanket?
Vin: I want you to untie me.
Hojo: I need to make sure you're stable first.
Vin: I'm fucking fine, let me up.
Hojo: Sure, sure, just let me take your vitals and call Veld to take you back upstairs.
Hojo: *rings Veld's office*
Veld: Hello?
Hojo: You want to come pick up your Vincent?
Veld: Can you keep him? .... I suppose not.
Veld: Be right there.
Veld: *makes his way to TEH DUNGEON er basement*
Vin: *growls a little* Untie. Me.
Hojo: *checks heartbeat, etc, with cold stethoscope* Deep breath!
Veld: *taking his sweet time*
Vin: *growl*
Veld: *at the top of the stairs, debating whether or not to wait longer*
Veld: *shakes head and decides he's being mean*
Hojo: Okay, big boy, you're finished. *unstraps*
Veld: *walks in* All done?
Vin: *goes for Hojo's throat*
Hojo: *screams like a girl and ducks*
Veld: Valentine! Stop that!
Vin: *ignoring Veld, makes another grab at Hojo's neck*
Veld: *decides he might have to restrain him. pulls out gun instead* You will CALM yourself!
Hojo: Down boy! Bad Vincent! *scrambles up onto lab counter*
Veld: *really hates collecting Turks*
Veld: *a lot*
Vin: *backs up and snarls* *shakes head* Ahhh, shhiiii- *falls against the wall*
Veld: *still has gun out but goes over to check on him* Are you going to act SANE now?
Vin: *totally pukes and starts to dryheave*
Veld: *kinda gets worried but brushes it off as him being delusional* ....Hojo? You alive back there?
Veld: *holsters gun*
Vin: Let.... *cough* Let me fucking kill him.
Hojo: Right, yes, totally alive for the moment.
Veld: Then I will have to remove you from active duty, Valentine. You will do no such thing.
Vin: I can fix that... *stands and cracks neck* *tilts head to the side then snickers* Yeah... I can fix that.
Hojo: Eep.
Vin: *puts a hand to his head* Fuck...
Veld: ...Vincent. He is just doing his job.
Hojo: *makes note to ask gast for some kind of sedative gun*
Vin: *growls at Veld*
Veld: Don't make me pull out the gun again. *shakes finger at him*
Veld: Come on. Let's just get you cleaned up and back to your paperwork.
Vin: *looks like he's going to tell Veld to do it and then shakes his head and slumps against the wall again* I don't feel good....
Hojo: Next time, I think maybe I'll leave him strapped until you get here, Veld. Just... to be on the safe side.
Veld: Good idea. He's a little unpredictable.
Vin: *pushes off the wall to leave, looking offended*
Hojo: Give him some orange juice and two of these. *tosses small bottle*
Hojo: It should cut down on the nausea.
Veld: Thank you. *grabs Vin's arm* No running off just yet, ok?
Vin: *snags arm back* Get off.
Veld: Stop acting like a child.
Vin: Fuck you.
Veld: I don't swing like that. *jiggles bottle* And I'm sure that mini-fridge of yours has the orange juice to go with this.
Hojo: And no alcohol for twelve hours, that'll exacerbate the effects.
Vin: I'm not taking anything those shits give me. *Stalks away*
Hojo: Well, if you'd rather retch your esophagus up, go ahead.
Vin: I'd rather rip your esophagus out.
Hojo: I like my esophagus right where it is, thanks.
Veld: And any more talk of violence NOT on the field and I will make sure you are stuck at a desk for MONTHS, Valentine.
Vin: *tilts head for a second* No... red, not black...
Veld: *pinches nose*
Vin: *shakes head* Can I please, just... leave now? I'll do my paper work, I don't want to be here.
Veld: So long as you take these. I'll feed them to you if I have to.
Veld: *is rather annoyed*
Vin: *shakes head*
Veld: Or I could make Hojo feed them to you. Would you like that instead?
Veld: *crosses arms*
Hojo: I'd... rather not, if it's all the same to you.
Vin: *snarls* It could be fun.
Veld: ....hmm. Maybe not.
Vin: *sigh* *walks out of the room*
Veld: *turns to Hojo* Just for nausea, right?
Hojo: Yeah. If we develop a pill for bitchy, you'll be the first to know.
Veld: Yes, I'll need a big bottle. *looks at bottle* I'll leave it on his desk. If he retches all day, it'll be his own damn fault.
Hojo: If you notice anything odd, please let myself or Gast know, he never reports his symptoms or reactions.
Veld: *grumbles* He never reports anything.
Vin: *is curled up on his desk, making little whimpering sounds while Scarlet tucks his hair behind his ear in a mothery way*
Hojo: *shrugs, then looks at the mess in the lab* We so need more interns.
Veld: Indeed. Big ones that frighten delusional weirdos.
Hojo: Maybe some soothingly cute ones...
Veld: Oh, females might be a good idea, actually.
Veld: I'll be sure to let Drummond know.
Hojo: Thanks.
Veld: Well, always a pleasure, but I have to get back to work. Scarlet's in on Thursday, you shouldn't have trouble with her.
Veld: *makes his leave, muttering and feeling a headache coming on*
Hojo: *waves*
Scarlet: *is worried* You alright? *pets Vin*
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Veld: *walks past office, not sure if he wants to drop off the feel better pills yet.*
Scarlet: *runs out* Sir?
Veld: Hmm? *rubs forehead, as head REALLY hurts now*
Scarlet: *bites lip* Sir?
Scarlet: I'm... *takes a breath* something is't right.
Veld: Has he burned down something ALREADY? It's only been ten DAMN minutes...
Scarlet: *eyes narrow* No.
Veld: Oh good. *hands bottle* Then put this on his desk... you wouldn't happen to know where I can get any painkillers, would you?
Scarlet: What are those? *points to pill bottle* I've got some stuff in my desk.
Veld: For nausea. No funny stuff. And thank you. He always gives me SUCH a headache.
Scarlet: No, what ARE they. Not what does he say they do, what ARE they?
Veld: The hell if I know. Do I look like I have a medical degree? *is cranky*
Scarlet: *sighs* You're being a jerk. What did I do? *walks into her room to get her asprin.* Why do we need enhansments anyway? Not like we're lugging around those swords or those big ass guns.
Veld: *downs pills without water* Sorry for the jerkishness. King Jerk brings that out in me.
Veld: And do you question your job, Scarlet?
Scarlet: Eh, he's sleeping, I'm sure he's been hungover worse. *looks at Vin* Do you think maybe he's crazy? *thinks* Sometimes, but not enough to not do it.
Veld: *pinches nose* You do realize that we all failed our initial psychological evaluations, right?
Scarlet: Yeah... but not bad enough to make them not accept us. I just assumed there was a...you know, safe zone. But sometimes I wonder about VIn.
Veld: Yes, don't we all.
Veld: I wouldn't worry too much. *pats her head* He only attacks scientists. And we're trying to fix that.
Scarlet: *falls to the chair* I mean, maybe he's so paranoid that he's imagining that?
Veld: He's always been a little delusional.
Veld: Most likely having something to do with being REALLY good in one area and atrophying other parts of the brain. *laughs*
Scarlet: *snickers* did you just admit Vin's good?
Veld: Don't let that get around.
Veld: He's already got a big head, and we've got a mission coming up.
Veld: So I don't need him running around like he's superman or anything.
Scarlet: *shrugs* He won't get anyone killed he's not supposed to.
Veld: I certainly hope not. He cuts in awful close sometimes.
Scarlet: Only with himself. I'm never worried.
Veld: *rubs forehead again* Damn headaches...
Scarlet: Did you tell Hojo that they are getting worse? *mom mode*
Veld: I'll write in my reports. I was too busy trying to keep wonderboy from strangling the poor man.
Veld: Which reminds me, you're up on Thursday. Please be a good kid like you always are?
Scarlet: I always behave.
Scarlet: Please go SAY something to Hojo about the headaches?
Veld: Later. I've always been prone to migraines, so you shouldn't worry.
Scarlet: *shakes head* I think I'm the only sane one sometimes... *sits back down* And I took gast's crossword again.
Veld: Watch out. They're hopefully getting some interns soon, and he might send them after you.
Scarlet: Maybe Hojo should do a mental re-evaluation on Vin?
Scarlet: *snickers* oooo interns... scary.
Scarlet: I mean... I like the guy.... but he's not handling things well.
Veld: Yes, cute and female, preferrably. Should cut down on strangulation. Hopefully.
Scarlet: What?
Scarlet: Strangulation?
Veld: Nevermind. Hojo's just doing his job, alright?
Veld: And you should be doing yours. I've got training sessions to organize. Shoo.
Scarlet: I don't know who to not trust, to be honset. I mean... *I* am fine. *you* are fine.... Vincent?
Veld: Trust in the company. I'm sure they wouldn't do anything TOO terrible to us.
Scarlet: Well, then maybe Vin needs... someplace else? Where'd you get him from anyway?
Veld: You don't want to know.
Veld: Take him out for a drink or something. He seems to like that.
Veld: *is already fiddling with paperwork, as he's a multitasker*
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Vin: *wandering around campus, trying to find a party or something and rubbing his head*
Voice in his head: They are all against you...
Vin: *digs for smokes*
Lu: ::returning from a library run, nearly hidden behind huge stack of books with inpronouncable titles::
Vin: *not paying attention at all*
Voice: Those are cheap cigarettes. I thought you'd go for better.
Voice: What with your salary? Pfft. Cheapskate.
Vin: *rubs head*
Lu: ::can barely see where she's going- crammed shoulder bag slipping off her shoulder- struggling to balance it AND books::
Voice: So where's the booze, partyboy? You're boring us.
Vin: *cloeses eyes to get voices to shut up and collides*
Vin: Shit! ah.. er...
Voice: Dolt. Watch where you're going.
Lu: ACK!
Lu: ::on face on sidewalk amongst books:: xx;
Vin: Oh fucks... I'm sorry.
Lu: What where you're going!
Voice: That's what we said!
Lu: ::grouchily gathers up books::
Vin: *helps her pick up books*
VIn: Where the hell you goin with all these?
Voice: To a kegger. Really, Vincent.
Voice: You're not crazy, you're stupid.
Vin: *closes eyes and to self* Shut up.
Lu: back to my room
Voice: Focus on female. I know this is hard for you.
Lu: I have a thesis to write.
Lu: ::none of the books smaller than a phone book::
Lu: ::minus her labcoat right now, still a bit on the geeky side::
Vin: *feels bad* Ah... do you need any help with all this?
Lu: ::has the books more or less together:: no.
Lu: I have it. Thank you.
Lu: ::grumbles::
Vin: *nods* Well, sorry bout that anyway.
Lu: ::hefst books- nearly falls over::
Lu: just keep your eyes open next time.
Voice: Heh, smarter than you and seems to dislike you greatly! Can we keep her?
Lu: ::mutters::
Vin: *to himself* SHUT the fuck up. *turns to go about his merry way*
Voice: Make me.
Lu: ExCUSE me?
Lu: WHAT is your problem?!
Lu: Honestly.
Lu: ::huffs::
Voice: OH HO! YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW MR!
Vin: I wasn't talking to you.
Lu: Bastard.
Voice: It's that attitude that makes Velly hate you so much, you know.
Lu: ::stalks off with her tower of books::
Vin: *rakes a hand through his head* I...ah... I'm just occupid. Sorry.
Vin: Bitch.
Lu: Hmph.
Voice: Nice legs though.
Lu: ::has muddy books, torn nylons, and has been cussed at- NOT in a good mood now::
Vin: *turns to go* well granted, but there are nice girls with just as nice legs without the holier than thou complex and WHY am I talking to myself?
Lu: ::turns and STARES at him::
Voice: Because you have no friends.
Lu: Okay, are you just that rude or did you break out of the mental ward?
Voice: Hehe! ZIIIING!
Vin: *sighs and fishes out another cigarette* A little of column A and a little of B.
Lu: because I WILL call campus security...
Lu: <_<;;;;
Lu: Right.
Lu: ::hurries AWAY::
Lu: ::loses books in process::
Lu: erg...
Vin: *rolls eyes*
Lu: ::stops and tries to retrieve fallen books while still balancing the ones she has::
Voice: I can imagine it now. "Yes Veld, he was caught by campus security while being beaten over the head by a girl half his size..."
Lu: ::drops them all:: ><;;;;;
Lu: ::grumbles:: the fates are conspiring again....
Vin: *shakes head and walks over* Look, just let me give you a hand.
Lu: ...
Lu: just don't touch me.
Lu: ::lets him help pick up books::
Voice: I wonder if she tastes like chicken? We like chicken.
Vin: I have better things to do than touch you, think of yourself highly much?
Lu: no I'm just used to beating off perverts who think they're the gods gift to women.
Voice: Yes, you could eat her. Gulp.
Lu: here. be a gentleman. ::shoves half the books into Vincent's arms::
Lu: ::takes the rest herself::
Vin: Right. Sorry, but I usually like girls with an interest in me, I'm silly like that.
Voice: Tasty tasty! Fried or baked! Tasty tasty!
Lu: payback for knocking me flat and destroying my pantyhose.
Voice: Ah, easier to get to those legs now, hmmm?
Lu: ::stands and starts walking:: Come on.
Vin: *closes eyes and this time in his head* SHUT UP.
Vin: *follows* You know they make these things called bookbags for this...
Lu: ::pretty speedy for somebody so short::
Lu: Have one. It's full. ::nods at her already barfing shoulderbag::
Voice: Ha ha ha ha... Vincent can't control his mind... ha ha ha ha... run amok
shoulderbag: xx;;;;
Vin: Some of them have wheels, ya know.
Voice: Tiny little easily breakable wheels. However did you make it past primary school?
Vin: *growls at himself*
Lu: and how would I lug that up nine flights of stairs?
Voice: Riiight. Teachers thought you were cute.
Lu: ::Eyes him::
Voice: Silly lonely old ladies.
Vin: What about all those guys who think they are gods gift to women? Make them lug it up.
Lu: "Gentlemen" are not allowed in the building.
Voice: Oooo... Break some rules! CHICKEN TIME!
Lu: Which was the primary reason I picked that dorm. ::coming up on a big brick building- couple girls standing outside smoking::
Vin: I have this odd craving for chicken...
Lu: ...that's nice.
Vin: I'm sorry... I've had a long day.
Voice: Yes... come into my web of original recipe...
Lu: I'm not going out to dinner with you.
Voice: DENIED!
Lu: I have a 50 page paper to write.
Vin: CHRIST *to themboth* I am not fucking hitting on you
Lu: Just making sure.
Voice: Yes, and we're figments of your imagination. Chicken. Now.
Vin: I know this comes as a shock to you, but not everything with a dick wants to jimmy it up against your ass.
Lu: just set those on top and open the door for me. I can take it from here.
Lu: That would be a shock.
Voice: Ass? Ew, you're not faggy are you?
Lu: Because I have yet to meet one that didn't.
Lu: ::perfectly calm in all of this::
Vin: *rolls eyes and does as she asks* Maybe you just are dillusional.
Lu: ::snerk::
Lu: Thanks.
Voice: Pot call the kettle much?
Lu: ::balances books::
Lu: Thanks for your assistance.
Lu: Enjoy your chicken.
Lu: Or um whatever.
Vin: No prob. Yeah, enjoy your paper. or whatever
Lu: ::pushes door open with her butt::
Voice: ORIGINAL RECIPE! You have to get it RIGHT!
Lu: ::gets inside::
Lu: ::door closes::
Lu: ::sound of many books falling::
Lu: ARG.
Vin: *walks away and finds a cigarette* What an uppity little bitch...
Vin: She needs laid as much as Veld.
Voice: Yes, tasty, no?
Vin: Not my type. Cute ass, no personality.
Voice: Velly doesn't need laid. He needs chicken.
Vin: Velly needs lots of things. I need YOU to shut up
Vin: Why do I hear you now anyway?
Voice: Because you've stopped ignoring us. Embrace your insanity.
VIn: BE QUIET, Gods, I'm not going to deal with you when I'm getting laid later am I?
Voice: You get laid? BWHAHAHAHAHA. Nice one.
Vin: *snorts* I haven't had an issue, thank you very much.
Voice: You're not a screamer or anything, are you? Because that's really faggy of you.
Vin: If I get original recipe will you shut up?
Voice: For a while.
Voice: CHICKEN! GO!
Vin: *has an urge to blow his own head off* Is there something I can call you other than pain in my head?
Voice: Depends on who's talking.
Voice: Galian usually grunts.
Vin: *totally stops in the middle of the street and almost gets run over* GAA shit!
Vin: Wait wait wait... WHO is talking?
Voice: What part of WATCHING WHERE YOU'RE GOING don't you understand?!
Voice: Me. Well, you can call me Gigas. You seem to want a name to affix to me.
Vin: Gigas.... and who else?
Voice: Hellmasker pipes in too, a lot.
Voice: And what's with all the quantifying?
Voice: We're IN YOUR HEAD. Isn't that enough? Now chicken. Galian's giving me a headache.
Vin: It's my little quirk. Why are you in my head?
Voice: Because you failed your psyche exam. Duh. Stupid.
Voice: Chicken.
Voice: Actually I think it is a side effect of all those drugs... though we were latent and waiting anyway...
Voice: Shut up, smartypants.
Voice: Chicken.
Vin: ... *grumbles and goes to get some chocobogried chicken.* Wait... so Hojo did this?
Voice: You have tendencies. You just needed a proper trigger for them. Did you not pay attention when you took your exam?
Voice: He can't pay attention crossing the street. Of course not!
Voice: Why do you blame this scientist so much. I think he likes you. We should all be friendly with science.
Vincent: *thinks without realizing they can hear that too* Maybe I should all Velly...
*call*
Voice: Do you really think he'd like a phonecall from you, crazyhead?
Voice: He HATES you. H. A. T. E. S. Because you're stupid.
Vin: GODDAMNT Can't I have any PRIVACY! I'm not stupid either, jackass.
Vin: Just because I never went to school...
Voice: You are ill educated and have a bad attitude. How very uncooth.
Voice: Helly's such a damn pansy. Don't listen to 'im.
Vin: Helly?
Vin: I'm illeducated I'll give you that, still not stupid.
Voice: What, you think you're the only one that can come up with annoying nicknames?
Voice: Add arrogant, Helly.
Vin: Terms of endearment... and yeah, I'm arrogant it's healthy
Voice: You were in the process of a chicken transaction? Galian's hungry.
Vin: *debates calling Scarlet*
Voice: She's gonna get tired of mothering you one day.
Vin: I have to GET there first, its across campus and lo and behold I do not fly
Voice: You sure about that?
Voice: Stop teasing.
Voice: What? He's a regular circus act.
Vin: .... *takes out phone* I need to talk to someone sane... this isn't right.
Lu: ::wishes the HR board would get back to her on her application already::
Vin: *walks into chicken place and orders a bucket of regular to go* *dails Scarlet* *gets machine* *hangs up* Fuck.
Voice: Are they intelligent? I do so miss debates.
Voice: Helly, stop being a pansy.
Vin: Is what inteligent?
Voice: Your comrades. Helly wants to be around for some "rousing" discussion.
Vin: You aren't there. I'm imagining this....
Vin: *eats chicken*
Voice: Mmm. Tasty.
Vin: *sighs* Alright, maybe I should tell someone I'm hearing voices... three of them.
Voice: Nope, no one'll believe ya, kid.
Voice: Velly'll take you off duty, to boot.
Voice: Yes, you do quite like killing things, do you not?
Vin: ... what would they do if I had to quit? What would tehy do with me?
Voice: Let you off with a pension... no, stupid, what do you THINK they'd do?
Voice: Broken guns tend to get thrown out.
Vin: *frowns* I don't want that...
Voice: Then keep your yap shut.
Voice: Mmm... chicken. Good.
Voice: Aww! Galian's so happy!
Vin: But shouldn't I tell someone that something's wrong? They are my friends.
Voice: Your friends? Right. Velly's gonna shoot you, Letty's gonna get tired of you. Some friends.
Vin: That isn't true.
Voice: Oh really now? How many times has Veld threatened to kill you?
Voice: He is on Hojo's side too.
Voice: And Letty's got bigger things to worry about. Like finding a nice body to cuddle up to that sweet ass of hers.
Voice: Unless you wanted to do her. But doubtful.
Vin: *growls* Don't talk about Letty like that.
Vin: And Velly doesn't mean it.
Voice: Didn't look like it from where I was sitting. Maybe you should shoot him first, survival and all.
Vin: *balks* Why the fuck would I want to kill Veld?
Voice: Why not? You want to kill Hojo, why not take out the whole faction?
Vin: I ... I just don't like being held down and stuff done when I don't know what's being done.
Vin: I could have avoided all of YOU if I knew better
Voice: Whatever kid. We've always been right here.
Voice: Latent. It means that we were just quiet before. Dictionaries are your friend.
Voice: Chaos is still being a quiet bitch too.
Voice: He is not ready for that.
Voice: Ya, well, I'm bored with just you and grunty.
Voice: Just eat your chicken, kid.
Voice: *go silent*
Vin: *looks at his pone*
Vin: *picks it up and calls Veld*
Veld: Eh? S'bedtime. Go away.
Vin: Yer asleep already?
Veld: Nine pm is an optimal bedtime. No, I'm not going to go drinking with you.
Vin: I ah...
Veld: *remembers* And you're not supposed to be drinking anyway!
Vin: I'm not...
Veld: Don't make me come after you.
Vin: I just...ah... nevermind.
Veld: And if it's a dead hooker, that's your own problem.
Vin: No hookers.
Veld: *wakes up more* What is it, then?
Vin: Nothing... nothing, it'll sound strange. See you in the morning, Veld.
Vin: *hangs up*
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