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Kitari giggled. She really couldn't help it; the man who had saved her was doing an imitation of the old man that had been in the room before. Not that she understood a word of what the old man was saying before, but his accent was hilarious, and the invisible man was mimicking him perfectly.
Skinner grinned as well. He was actually having a lot of fun with this. Time to do Tom.
"'Listen, t`ese are my guns. You touch `em, I blow your brains out'," he said.
What he didn't realize was that Tom had just stepped into the room, his arms crossed in front of him, a dark look in his eyes. He wasn't THAT obsessed with his guns that he would kill someone.
Kitari noticed him and tried to grab Skinner's attention. She started to point behind Skinner, making small noises.
"Behind you!" she said in Japanese, which was not at all helpful, as Skinner had no other language besides English.
"'Look at me, I'm t`e American with guns. I'm so special.'"
"A-hem."
Skinner jumped about 2 feet, turning around to see the agent standing behind him, a slender blonde eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Having fun?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oi mate, no need to get all worked up about t`at. Jus` passin` time wit little bit `ere."
"I see. And your idea of passing time is to imitate us?"
"Well..."
"Then try to act more like us. Hey, try Dorian."
Skinner smiled widely. Oh, imitating Gray would be fun to him.
"A`right. 'Look a` me, I'm Gray.'"
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Meanwhile, the real Dorian Gray was searching for Henry Jekyll. He had already checked his room, and no sign of him. And the other place you would find him was in the library of the Nautilus.
It was not too unusual to find Jekyll in the library. If he wasn't in his room, you would be sure to find him reading. It was like his second room.
Dorian raised a slender black eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. He probably wouldn't get another chance like this. The doctor was so jumpy. Scaring him might make him jump about 4 feet in the air.
Quietly, the immortal snuck up behind the doctor. He didn't even notice Dorian. His shadowed eyes were concentrating more on the book he held in his hands; that, and the fact he was arguing with Hyde, as usual.
"Doctor?" Dorian asked, tapping Jekyll's shoulder. He was almost correct: Jekyll gave a small gasp, jumping a foot in the air, and turning around frantically in his chair. He gave a small sigh of relief when he saw that it was just Gray.
"M-Mr. G-gray, I apologize, b-but c-can you p-please not do that a-again?" he asked, clutching his chest with his hand. God, he wouldn't be able to relax for another 20 minutes.
"My apologies, Doctor Jekyll. I had no idea that you were so deeply interested in your book, or with Hyde." He actually did; however, he wouldn't let poor Jekyll know. After all, what fun would that be?
"What are you reading? Anything of my interest?"
"Oh, I-I don't think so," Jekyll remarked shyly, rubbing the spine of the book.
"Hm, I pry it out of you. Just wanted to know." Dorian took the seat next to Jekyll on his left, stroking his small cane-sword, staring at the split- persona with an immense look in his eyes.
{Worm. I hate his betraying arse. He even insults the lowest of insects.}
"Quiet, Edward, everyone makes mistakes," muttered the doctor; unaware he had spoken out loud. A slender, cool black eyebrow was raised slightly.
"Hyde, is it? How is he holding up?" The question brought Jekyll out of his argument. Nervous eyes met confident.
The doctor soon felt Hyde's rage control his temper. Soon, his was scowling darkly, so unlike himself, at the clean immortal, and spat out, "Mind your own business, Gray."
"Excuse me?" Dorian inquired, rising to his feet in a threatening manner. Jekyll snapped back, clapping a hand to his forehead.
"My apologies," he murmured softly, staring at the ground. "Forgive me, Dorian. I'm a little out of shape after that absorption."
For once, Dorian's gaze on the doctor softened, resting onto the chair again. "I sympathize and apologize myself, Doctor. I, too, am not so patient as before."
{Were you ever, scum? You may dress neat, but all you hide is dirt and dead,} Hyde dryly commented.
{Hyde, shut up. I am not in the mood for any comment made of you. Bugger off.}
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"What did you see?"
Allan looked up at his friend, raising a gray eyebrow. "Beg pardon?"
Captain Nemo sighed. Not that it was pleasant to talk about death, but he, like any other human, was curious of death. Even for a man who was used to the experience and thought none about it. But, for a reason, today it seemed interesting.
"I mean not to pry into the experience, but what was death?"
The old hunter sighed. He put down his tea he was sipping and crossed his arms across his chest. The Indian, as well, set down his and stared intently at Quartermain.
"I suppose, if it's any interest to you.
The first I saw was white and black, mixed. Like the forces of evil and good crashing against each other. Then, I felt myself materialize, like bits.
"I...saw my son. He held out his hand, then, suddenly, pulled it back. I remember, scenery of a building and a clear scene of Africa, with his tombstone and mine behind him. My tombstone disappeared, then it was like I went back in time. I saw all my events in my life, while I changed.
"I went from a baby to a child, to a young adult, to finally adult, then to my age when I died, then I was back in Africa, with you all staring at me."
Nemo blinked. A minute of silence passed between the two men before a crewmate, Patel, walked in.
"Captain, we will be at Madam Donatello's in 3 hours."
"Excellent."
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All of them assembled out, Skinner carrying the little girl in his arms. With some coaching from Mina, he was able to carry her properly, instead of the way one would hold an object. Of course, he handled items better than children.
Luckily for them all, Edie was able to find a quicker way to her home by water, so they would be able to walk to her house for half an hour.
Jekyll did notice the distance between the two ladies, but decided, wisely, not to call attention to it. Besides, he wasn't really complaining as he was walking next to the beautiful vampire (what man would? Come on; raise your hands if you would complain.).
He looked to the left to see Tom enlightening Edie about America and his youth. Even he found some interest in it. How much fun it must have been to be child with woods and friends to explore. He winced, glancing back at Kitari; sorry that she would not be allowed to enjoy that experience.
Skinner, who was walking along side of them, laughed loudly, as Tom finished his story of deceiving the boys of his childhood to whitewash his fence for him. Even he could see Mina and Allan crack a small grin. He could feel himself chuckle quietly.
{Huh. Just a childish prank,} huffed Hyde.
"What's that smell?" Dorian inquired. The scent of burnt ashes filled Jekyll's nose. He crinkled it, as Edie, frowning nervously, began to jog to her mansion.
The doctor glanced at the vampire, who shrugged. Both then followed after her, as did the others.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked.
"THE SON OF A BITCH!" came the cry of Edie. Her voice told Jekyll she was on the verge of tears. He hurried to her side, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.
The mansion she and Mina had described to him was in ruins.
Scattered pieces of wood and furniture laid at their feet, as small, weakening fires began to die down in the wind. From what he could tell, a bomb had gone off, right in the middle. There was no chance of anybody surviving. There wasn't even much of a floor, let alone a roof, so they were able to see the ground, where everything was at least black from the blast.
"I swear, I will kill that bastard!" Edie snarled under her breath. Not really using any sense at all, she rose to her feet and began to run to the building; perhaps hoping to see her maids?
"My god. Do you feel the air? He probably reeked the place of his gas, then blew it up," Mina observed softly. She frowned. "I smell blood from the ground. Perhaps he killed some of them?"
She dropped to her knees, dusting the blown bits of wood away, uncovering what looked to be a torn-off piece of human flesh. She closed her eyes, and moaned softly. Jekyll, not really having much of an idea on what to do, leaned over and gave her a half-hug squeeze. Probably not too comforting to her, but she didn't complain.
Skinner, Tom, and Dorian walked over. The immortal gave a low whistle. "Morse probably did this to more countries."
Dorian looked back to see Allan heading their way, going also into the exploded mansion. Nemo followed right behind him, however stopping at what was the entrance.
He sighed, bowing respectively, as he did with any death. Dorian guessed he was chanting something in Hindu.
Jekyll and Mina looked up to see Edie, teary-eyed, walked from the wreckage. She stormed towards them all, rubbing her arms tightly and, for once, emotional.
"I...hate...that...bastard. That poor excuse for an organism, I swear, I will kill him with my own bare hands."
Tom sighed. He knew exactly how she felt. She had lived with humans who had actually accepted her and followed her, almost like friends. Now, they were taken away from her. Like Huck from him. He bowed respectively as well.
"Hey. If you wanna cry, go ahead," Tom muttered softly, walking over to her and stroked her hair in a reassuring way. She sniffed, glanced up at him, and shook her head furiously.
Allan and Nemo both came back. "No survivors."
Skinner bit his lip. Kitari, confused to the situation, as only a 6-year- old, cocked her head to the side. She was half-blind, and spoke and understood another language, so her child innocence came to full play here.
"Bloody `ell. Sorry, Edie, `bout all `is."
Allan sighed. He unfolding the only thing not damaged. Must have been left after the explosion.
"Well, I found this note in the ruble. Says 'Just taken your pawn out. See if you or I will be the one to knock any more pieces down. The next is in America, in Boston. I've already let the gas out. Try and get the bomb out, and set the gas for reverse.'"
"Boston!? America!? Dammit!" Tom cursed, stomping the ground darkly.
"Already? How much time would it have been?" Mina asked. Dorian shook his head.
"A little too late. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I doubt we can do it."
Tom glared darkly at the handsome immortal. Sheesh, talk about negative. "Hey, Gray, we may not have all the time in the world, but we can do this. For once, try not to weigh the bad tidings."
"You have that much of hope?" Allan questioned. He truly was amazed at his determination. Americans, in his opinion, had too much hope for things.
"Of course. Maybe we can increase the percentage if we stop chatting and get to it."
Nemo nodded. "He is right about that, I shall admit."
Allan said, "Alright then. If it's settled, then, let's go. Next stop, America."
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Short, and a long update, I really apologize about that!
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Kitari giggled. She really couldn't help it; the man who had saved her was doing an imitation of the old man that had been in the room before. Not that she understood a word of what the old man was saying before, but his accent was hilarious, and the invisible man was mimicking him perfectly.
Skinner grinned as well. He was actually having a lot of fun with this. Time to do Tom.
"'Listen, t`ese are my guns. You touch `em, I blow your brains out'," he said.
What he didn't realize was that Tom had just stepped into the room, his arms crossed in front of him, a dark look in his eyes. He wasn't THAT obsessed with his guns that he would kill someone.
Kitari noticed him and tried to grab Skinner's attention. She started to point behind Skinner, making small noises.
"Behind you!" she said in Japanese, which was not at all helpful, as Skinner had no other language besides English.
"'Look at me, I'm t`e American with guns. I'm so special.'"
"A-hem."
Skinner jumped about 2 feet, turning around to see the agent standing behind him, a slender blonde eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Having fun?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oi mate, no need to get all worked up about t`at. Jus` passin` time wit little bit `ere."
"I see. And your idea of passing time is to imitate us?"
"Well..."
"Then try to act more like us. Hey, try Dorian."
Skinner smiled widely. Oh, imitating Gray would be fun to him.
"A`right. 'Look a` me, I'm Gray.'"
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Meanwhile, the real Dorian Gray was searching for Henry Jekyll. He had already checked his room, and no sign of him. And the other place you would find him was in the library of the Nautilus.
It was not too unusual to find Jekyll in the library. If he wasn't in his room, you would be sure to find him reading. It was like his second room.
Dorian raised a slender black eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. He probably wouldn't get another chance like this. The doctor was so jumpy. Scaring him might make him jump about 4 feet in the air.
Quietly, the immortal snuck up behind the doctor. He didn't even notice Dorian. His shadowed eyes were concentrating more on the book he held in his hands; that, and the fact he was arguing with Hyde, as usual.
"Doctor?" Dorian asked, tapping Jekyll's shoulder. He was almost correct: Jekyll gave a small gasp, jumping a foot in the air, and turning around frantically in his chair. He gave a small sigh of relief when he saw that it was just Gray.
"M-Mr. G-gray, I apologize, b-but c-can you p-please not do that a-again?" he asked, clutching his chest with his hand. God, he wouldn't be able to relax for another 20 minutes.
"My apologies, Doctor Jekyll. I had no idea that you were so deeply interested in your book, or with Hyde." He actually did; however, he wouldn't let poor Jekyll know. After all, what fun would that be?
"What are you reading? Anything of my interest?"
"Oh, I-I don't think so," Jekyll remarked shyly, rubbing the spine of the book.
"Hm, I pry it out of you. Just wanted to know." Dorian took the seat next to Jekyll on his left, stroking his small cane-sword, staring at the split- persona with an immense look in his eyes.
{Worm. I hate his betraying arse. He even insults the lowest of insects.}
"Quiet, Edward, everyone makes mistakes," muttered the doctor; unaware he had spoken out loud. A slender, cool black eyebrow was raised slightly.
"Hyde, is it? How is he holding up?" The question brought Jekyll out of his argument. Nervous eyes met confident.
The doctor soon felt Hyde's rage control his temper. Soon, his was scowling darkly, so unlike himself, at the clean immortal, and spat out, "Mind your own business, Gray."
"Excuse me?" Dorian inquired, rising to his feet in a threatening manner. Jekyll snapped back, clapping a hand to his forehead.
"My apologies," he murmured softly, staring at the ground. "Forgive me, Dorian. I'm a little out of shape after that absorption."
For once, Dorian's gaze on the doctor softened, resting onto the chair again. "I sympathize and apologize myself, Doctor. I, too, am not so patient as before."
{Were you ever, scum? You may dress neat, but all you hide is dirt and dead,} Hyde dryly commented.
{Hyde, shut up. I am not in the mood for any comment made of you. Bugger off.}
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"What did you see?"
Allan looked up at his friend, raising a gray eyebrow. "Beg pardon?"
Captain Nemo sighed. Not that it was pleasant to talk about death, but he, like any other human, was curious of death. Even for a man who was used to the experience and thought none about it. But, for a reason, today it seemed interesting.
"I mean not to pry into the experience, but what was death?"
The old hunter sighed. He put down his tea he was sipping and crossed his arms across his chest. The Indian, as well, set down his and stared intently at Quartermain.
"I suppose, if it's any interest to you.
The first I saw was white and black, mixed. Like the forces of evil and good crashing against each other. Then, I felt myself materialize, like bits.
"I...saw my son. He held out his hand, then, suddenly, pulled it back. I remember, scenery of a building and a clear scene of Africa, with his tombstone and mine behind him. My tombstone disappeared, then it was like I went back in time. I saw all my events in my life, while I changed.
"I went from a baby to a child, to a young adult, to finally adult, then to my age when I died, then I was back in Africa, with you all staring at me."
Nemo blinked. A minute of silence passed between the two men before a crewmate, Patel, walked in.
"Captain, we will be at Madam Donatello's in 3 hours."
"Excellent."
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All of them assembled out, Skinner carrying the little girl in his arms. With some coaching from Mina, he was able to carry her properly, instead of the way one would hold an object. Of course, he handled items better than children.
Luckily for them all, Edie was able to find a quicker way to her home by water, so they would be able to walk to her house for half an hour.
Jekyll did notice the distance between the two ladies, but decided, wisely, not to call attention to it. Besides, he wasn't really complaining as he was walking next to the beautiful vampire (what man would? Come on; raise your hands if you would complain.).
He looked to the left to see Tom enlightening Edie about America and his youth. Even he found some interest in it. How much fun it must have been to be child with woods and friends to explore. He winced, glancing back at Kitari; sorry that she would not be allowed to enjoy that experience.
Skinner, who was walking along side of them, laughed loudly, as Tom finished his story of deceiving the boys of his childhood to whitewash his fence for him. Even he could see Mina and Allan crack a small grin. He could feel himself chuckle quietly.
{Huh. Just a childish prank,} huffed Hyde.
"What's that smell?" Dorian inquired. The scent of burnt ashes filled Jekyll's nose. He crinkled it, as Edie, frowning nervously, began to jog to her mansion.
The doctor glanced at the vampire, who shrugged. Both then followed after her, as did the others.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked.
"THE SON OF A BITCH!" came the cry of Edie. Her voice told Jekyll she was on the verge of tears. He hurried to her side, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.
The mansion she and Mina had described to him was in ruins.
Scattered pieces of wood and furniture laid at their feet, as small, weakening fires began to die down in the wind. From what he could tell, a bomb had gone off, right in the middle. There was no chance of anybody surviving. There wasn't even much of a floor, let alone a roof, so they were able to see the ground, where everything was at least black from the blast.
"I swear, I will kill that bastard!" Edie snarled under her breath. Not really using any sense at all, she rose to her feet and began to run to the building; perhaps hoping to see her maids?
"My god. Do you feel the air? He probably reeked the place of his gas, then blew it up," Mina observed softly. She frowned. "I smell blood from the ground. Perhaps he killed some of them?"
She dropped to her knees, dusting the blown bits of wood away, uncovering what looked to be a torn-off piece of human flesh. She closed her eyes, and moaned softly. Jekyll, not really having much of an idea on what to do, leaned over and gave her a half-hug squeeze. Probably not too comforting to her, but she didn't complain.
Skinner, Tom, and Dorian walked over. The immortal gave a low whistle. "Morse probably did this to more countries."
Dorian looked back to see Allan heading their way, going also into the exploded mansion. Nemo followed right behind him, however stopping at what was the entrance.
He sighed, bowing respectively, as he did with any death. Dorian guessed he was chanting something in Hindu.
Jekyll and Mina looked up to see Edie, teary-eyed, walked from the wreckage. She stormed towards them all, rubbing her arms tightly and, for once, emotional.
"I...hate...that...bastard. That poor excuse for an organism, I swear, I will kill him with my own bare hands."
Tom sighed. He knew exactly how she felt. She had lived with humans who had actually accepted her and followed her, almost like friends. Now, they were taken away from her. Like Huck from him. He bowed respectively as well.
"Hey. If you wanna cry, go ahead," Tom muttered softly, walking over to her and stroked her hair in a reassuring way. She sniffed, glanced up at him, and shook her head furiously.
Allan and Nemo both came back. "No survivors."
Skinner bit his lip. Kitari, confused to the situation, as only a 6-year- old, cocked her head to the side. She was half-blind, and spoke and understood another language, so her child innocence came to full play here.
"Bloody `ell. Sorry, Edie, `bout all `is."
Allan sighed. He unfolding the only thing not damaged. Must have been left after the explosion.
"Well, I found this note in the ruble. Says 'Just taken your pawn out. See if you or I will be the one to knock any more pieces down. The next is in America, in Boston. I've already let the gas out. Try and get the bomb out, and set the gas for reverse.'"
"Boston!? America!? Dammit!" Tom cursed, stomping the ground darkly.
"Already? How much time would it have been?" Mina asked. Dorian shook his head.
"A little too late. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I doubt we can do it."
Tom glared darkly at the handsome immortal. Sheesh, talk about negative. "Hey, Gray, we may not have all the time in the world, but we can do this. For once, try not to weigh the bad tidings."
"You have that much of hope?" Allan questioned. He truly was amazed at his determination. Americans, in his opinion, had too much hope for things.
"Of course. Maybe we can increase the percentage if we stop chatting and get to it."
Nemo nodded. "He is right about that, I shall admit."
Allan said, "Alright then. If it's settled, then, let's go. Next stop, America."
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Short, and a long update, I really apologize about that!