Drugged and Sleeping – A very strange meeting.


Frankenstein wanted to sigh when his sense of hearing returned but the poison this group had used didn't permit even that much. If this group was a part of the organisation it had no rank or was entirely focused on profit. There was no way the higher ups in the organisation would put him up for auction.

Definably not the organisation; they didn't have the level of subtleness needed to slip under Frankenstein's notice. It was a very lucky (or unlucky if he managed to free himself before sale) group to get their hands on him. He mentally cursed the lot of them as he struggled to get the poison out of his system faster, how had they lucked upon one of the few poisons he hadn't built up immunity to?

A new liquid was poured down his throat and even he needed to breathe so he swallowed. No the up side all his senses were enhanced on the down side it was combining with what he had been slipped before to keep him helpless. Even the inhuman abilities he had discreetly given himself were inaccessible.

He could see their faces now and none of them would be getting off the hook later. They had changed his clothes at some point earlier as he was now wearing an inaccurate representation of ancient Greek style. Getting arranged in a wheelie chair he wondered if they realised how it ruined the theme. Not that it really mattered to him but everyone was wearing something that could pass for Greek in the eyes of a layman.

Then it hit him, the reason he couldn't afford to be here now, there were people in need of rescuing. He couldn't move, speak or groan; all he could do was watch as they wheeled him onto the auction stage and be glade there was no high ranker of the organisation in the audience.

That and scream in his mind about all he wasn't doing; the people he wasn't saving. He felt something brush against his other senses that had been hyper-sensitised with the rest.

The bidding for him fell silent and the auctioneer wasn't going once, twice but Frankenstein could see why. A noble had entered the theatre and with apparent indifference to his surroundings was approaching the stage. The greedy lot that populated the venue weren't able to shake off the noble's natural mesmerising appearance.

A more aged noble rushed in shortly after and did realise what the surroundings indicated. He promptly fetched a mobile out and called the police. The mention of police woke the dazed participants but before they could stampede toward their escape the older looking noble's eyes flashed in red/white light and they froze unwillingly this time.

That was illegal by the treaties but Frankenstein doubted anyone would call the noble out on it. Still the first noble -the younger looking one- quickly made it to the stage and uh, lifted Frankenstein from his seat.

Again he felt that brush against his other senses and alright, the noble wanted to know where the people in need of help were. Frankenstein tried thinking the location at him it seemed to work because the young noble carried him off; the older noble who was still on the phone to the police looking rather alarmed about their departure.

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Fifteen minutes of given then correcting the nobles direction with mental communication and Frankenstein was feeling very frustrated about his own inability. With these poisons' in his system there was no way he could save them and it was his duty to save them.

The noble stopped walking.

Then Frankenstein's mind was flooded; it took awhile but he realized the noble's intent. He agreed how could he not? Rather abstract images and concepts continued to trickle into his mind and there that was the poisons'.

Less than four minutes later Frankenstein was struggling out of the nobles grasp full use of his body restored. Settling on his own feet and deciding to ignore the impractical clothes he wore gave the noble his full attention.

"Thank you," It would have taken hours or even days for his metabolism to remove all the poison. For the first time the noble seemed confused, really honestly confused. There was a slight beeping and Frankenstein realised that the delicate cufflinks the noble adorned were trackers.

Before he could warn the noble or beat a hasty retreat himself the older noble from earlier appeared holding the other half of the tracking device. Right; well Frankenstein had people to save so his left the errant younger noble to be talked at by the older one.

And save those people he did; he hadn't expected to see both nobles again but there they were looking quite at home in his house when he woke the next morning. What? A human presence made itself known.

"Tao what is this?"

"Well the noble, um, Noblesse has been asleep for a really long time. So long the refresher courses that are set up for nobles coming out of hibernation are inadequate. I thought if anyone could teach him how to live in our current time it would be you Frankenstein so I brought them here."

"I've been awake Mr Tao; the one needing instruction is just Sir Cadis Etrama Di Raizel."

"Eh, than why did you follow me here?"

"In case he got lost again."

Frankenstein cleared his throat, "You do realise this is my home right." Nobody look chastised. Although given the confusion that was spreading over the younger noble's, Raizel's, face in his case it may be from not knowing the language yet. Oh, Joy.


Yeah, just something I whipped up on short notice when there was nothing else to do.