Okay, I'm soooooo sorry about the delay! But, school, you know (Grrr, WE
HATES IT!!!!)
You know what's weird? I was reading a dentist book (DON'T ASK!!!), and I saw a letter to R. Skinner, dated in 1899. How strange is that?
Erm, anyways.
Steffi-333: Of course! Here you go! "Hands you Jekyll and Skinner dolls" Wish I could give the real ones out, but I can't. Thanks!
Lily Knotwise of Michel D: Thanks for the tip! And, my dad's Italian, well half, but he told me. I think Senorita is "Miss" in Spanish. I don't know. I'll ask him again. But, Spanish and Italian are similar.
Drakena the Destroyer: "blushes" I am a Jekyll/Mina fan, I admit it. But, thanks!
Clez: Thank you! They will! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO KINNNNNNNND!!! :D =^-^=
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It took a full two days to arrive in Boston.
Now, naturally, it would most likely be quite a boring trip; however, somehow, the members seemed to occupy themselves without insanity exploding. Of course, they have had experience with long trips, so they were patient; even Skinner and Tom had managed to keep themselves busy.
Even from these few days she spent with the League, Edie could almost predict the men's movements. It could help she often spied on the League with her small morphs, which, luckily for her, they didn't know about. She had no business, actually, to watch them, but they interested her.
Today, however, she stayed in her cabin. She had just a visit from a crewmate, telling her they would be docking in an hour. She could wait that long.
She stared at the note in her hands, which she had read for the past days. She had recovered it from Signore Neil's corpse, without the League's knowing. She had no intention of letting them read this.
Richard had written to her a mocking note. It just told her he knew she would join them; apparently she did have a soft side, etc. It was like words of venom.
She gripped the note tightly. He had mocked her in her sex change in the note. He had no right to. He was the one who made her change after all, so what was he talking about?
The last thing he had written was "Sight is quite a precious sense, is it not? Savor it."
What was THAT riddle supposed mean? What, did he mean to show her eyes he cut out the next time they met? Good lord.
She heaved a long sigh. Crumbling up the letter, she threw the words of hell itself away, never looking at it again. She let herself listen to the yells of Signore Skinner running down the hall, chased by the cook. He had tried to steal an apple again. Of course, a floating apple is pretty noticeable, so she had no doubt the cook only took a minute to realize Skinner's thievery. After all, having an invisible thief onboard did make you cautious. He made Edie copy Signora Mina in bolting her door, seeing as he was a pervert.
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Strange. Boston seemed to be all right, what with the exception that nobody was out. It didn't have the air of sickness in it.
Tom, having being sent out with Skinner to track the bombs, as Edie flew overhead as a hawk, peered at his surroundings. The east coast really WAS different from Missouri. Even the clouds overhead were a dreary gray, like you would usually see in London. Well, at least he was in his native country.
Skinner, of course, looked around for anything of interest to him. He had donned on his face paint and coat, so he was seeable. Good thing. Tom didn't want to look crazy, talking to thin air. However, there needed to be people to have the thought of crazy.
"Where is everybody?" he pondered, frowning. He looked up to see Edie started to descend down towards them. She landed on the ground, undergoing her usual, unattractive transformation. He shuddered. It was a little better than Jekyll's to Hyde, but probably not a good trick to perform in front of people.
"Well, I have located both of them. One's behind a general store, in the alleyway. Another's located to the far south of it, near the bar. I can't tell which was which, but I'm at least guessing the one to be blown up is the bar on, the other's the one with the reversal potion."
"I think the bomb at the general store has the mutation."
"Wot? Wot make's ya say t`at?" Skinner asked, still scanning the area.
Tom sighed. "There's no sense of sickness in the air. Can't you feel it?"
Edie frowned at her feet. "Yet, that still doesn't explain the lack of humans. Where are they?"
"Maybe it's Sunday," Skinner pointed out, rearranging his hat. "`Guess I gotta pray when I get back."
Tom scowled. Normally, he would have agreed to this comment, but for now, this was serious for him. After all, it was his home. Well, not TECHNICALLY his home, but his country at least.
"Perhaps we should report this to Signore Quartermain?" Edie asked, breaking the tension before it even started.
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Allan didn't like the sound of their report.
If they triggered the bomb, it might release the mutation. If they didn't, maybe the people of Boston really were mutated and would perish.
"Maybe we should knock on people's doors and see if they're effected," Dorian commented sarcastically, earning a glare from Nemo.
He began to pace up and down. Everybody was there, deciding on what to do. He knew they would split up into two groups, four in each. Harker, Hyde, Skinner, and Sawyer would be in one. They had two leaders, Sawyer and Harker; a fighter, Hyde; and someone to try to disarm the bomb, Skinner.
He, Gray, Donatello, and Nemo got the other bomb, the one they were trying to figure out. Gray and Donatello would be their fighters; Allan would be fighting, but would be the one to locate them; Nemo would be the one to activate or disarm the bomb.
Donatello stared at the window outside. She was watching for any movement in the city. It was still, like a statue town. That's what frightened him. Damn Morse.
"Perhaps I could try to get create the reversal potion. I have collected some of the mutation, so I can make the remedy. Or, at least, try to. That way, if you do make a mistake, we have a back-up," Harker suggested, though a doubtful in her plan.
He shook his head. "No."
"I could g-go with Gray's idea. You know, check a few people to see if they're ill or not," Jekyll implied, eager to be of an assistance.
Again, Allan shook his head. There were no ideas that sounded good enough. If they checked at people, they would need to show the existence of the Nautilus. For both their and the people's sake, he wanted no risk.
Checking the bomb to see a label was out of the question, before it was even mentioned. He was certain Morse, despite his insanity, would never do something THAT idiotic. Would he?
He glanced back at Donatello's long black braid. He had hoped she was able to sense the mutation, seeing how she was 'born' from it. Yet, she had not said much since they arrived back on the ship after seeing the destruction of the mansion. He didn't mean to sound cruel, but he would pull her over and try to explain to her to get over it. She still had a gracious heart; they all did, but only Sawyer and her had the courage to show it emotionally. The others just kept it to themselves.
"I guess we'll take the risk. We're not going to activate it."
That statement from Allan brought confusion from everyone. Looks of doubt came upon their faces.
"Is that safe? What if it is the incorrect choice?" Harker asked. [S.B.: By the by, I'm only calling them by their first name, seeing how it is Allan's POV. I will refer to their first names or last names, depending on the POV. Remember, POV: name. Got it? Good. Just making sure you all got it.]
Allan raised an eyebrow in her direction. "I didn't exactly say we were going to disarm it. We're going to do nothing, just get there. After you all deactivate the other bomb, at least one of you should run towards up, scouting the area, maybe checking into windows to see the people."
"Oi, I know I'm gonna enjoy THAT! I'll do that task," Skinner hooted, chuckling. The hunter just KNEW the pervert was thinking of women in their bedclothes.
"Skinner, shut up," the League cried in unison, save Allan, who was still waiting to finished. Good grief, the things he put up with.
"If there seems to be no sign of bother, then report to us so we can perhaps disarm it. If there is disturbance, then we'll activate it."
"The tasks this man appoints us," Gray dryly commented. For giving them these tedious tasks, not to mention absorbing some of his immortality, he would get the son of a bitch back. He'll see to it that he dies a long, painful death.
At this point, Allan agreed with Gray. He was getting quite bothersome what with his riddles and metaphors. He sighed.
"Alright. We'll begin in the evening. That should give us plenty of time to prepare." Seeing how it was noon, six hours seemed to be an all right time.
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Dorian stepped out of the meeting room. He didn't understand why the League was so into keeping themselves a secret. They battled twice on a street full of people, so why bother now with it for a third time? Wasn't there a saying, "Third time's the charm"?
He glanced around his surroundings, smirking when he saw Ms. Donatello exit out, walking in the direction towards her room.
He stepped lightly towards her, tapping her on the shoulder. She whipped around, relieved it was only him.
"Yes? You require something?"
He grinned at her. This was what got him hot. Aggressiveness, no-nonsense, animalistic. Both women onboard really were a League of their own.
"Not much. I was just wondering what was wrong. You haven't spoken much these past two days. Care to try me?"
She sighed. He reminded her so much of Morse. From what the others told her, he was a traitor, he used Signora Harker and other women, and he still didn't repent his sins. He was the last person she wanted to talk to this about.
"I doubt you can grasp my situation, Signore Gray."
"Hmm, you spoke perfect English before, now you're starting to switch to your nationalities. Spicing up us Brits?"
She narrowed her eyes. Cocky bastard.
"Perhaps I am. I am just adding ethnicity besides English onboard this ship."
"I believe I get enough already from dear Captain Nemo. And he's Asian."
"Kapitän Nemo does have the right to add his culture onboard his own ship. Didn't you steal his pod, by the way?"
His mouth twitched into a smile. "Yes, but that's was when I was opposing the League."
"What made you come back, dare I ask?"
"Eh, I suppose no where to go, they found me, I did betray them, so I owed them for their generosity."
She scoffed. This man in debt? He actually paid them back? She didn't believe it.
"Where did your parents come from?" he asked, changing the subject. He was interested in her.
"My father is from Rome, while my mother originated from Heidelberg. Just for your information," she added, stopping him in asking the second question, "I do have a younger brother, which I have no information, after I left home when I was 19 and he was 14. There. My family's story."
He smiled. "Interesting." Here, he gathered up the usual energy it took to ask a woman to bed, which for him, it took none. Females often fell under his charming spell. He leaned over into her ear.
"Would you like to follow me to my room? That is, on my bed?" he whispered, sending shivers down her back. She pulled away.
"Very subtle," she said sarcastically. "But, I have no interest in you. If you'll excuse me," she curtly nodded to him, gliding to her room.
He chuckled at her retreating back. "That's the second time a girl turned me down. I think I'm too old." With that, he left to his own room, still not giving up on both Mina and Edie.
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"Ahh! This is so frustrating!" Mina grumpily cried, setting herself onto Jekyll's bed, angrily, yet still gracefully at the same time. She had asked Dr. Jekyll to allow her into his room just to let off steam by talking.
He didn't blame her; yet, as he usually felt when he was around her, he was a little uncomfortable. Just shyness, with the perverted thoughts of Hyde in his mind, was all it is.
{Come on. You'll never get a chance like this! Seduce her to sex. You know I want it, vise versa.}
{No. Leave me alone Hyde. I will not do such a thing.}
{You're probably right. You'll screw it all up, worm, knowing you.}
He glanced back at her, who had crossed her arms in front of her, her azure blue eyes closed almost dreamily.
"Mrs. Harker?"
She opened her eyes, a little startled. "Excuse me, doctor. I just-" she sighed, stopping her sentence.
He bit his lip nervously. He had no idea how to make a conversation with her. "U-um, well, at least we really don't have to deal with the bomb."
Her eyes snapped back at him. Her mouth tightened. "Yes, I know. Yet, I can't help but feel helpless. Suppose we make a mistake?"
His flickered around his room, save the mirror he had. He shuffled towards her, sitting on his bed, next to her. He tried not to make any physical contact, which was hard, what with Hyde in his mind and all.
"I trust Mr. Quartermain's decision. There may be times were I do not fully agree with him, but he has more experience than I, so I put my faith in both you and him."
She looked up, surprised at his words. "Excuse me?"
He blinked, shocked at himself as well. "U-u-um, well, I a-assume you will be the leader of our group."
She stared at the ground. "I expected Tom to lead us."
"I'll follow both of you."
His words were somewhat comforting. She looked back at him, a smile coming onto her face.
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You know what's weird? I was reading a dentist book (DON'T ASK!!!), and I saw a letter to R. Skinner, dated in 1899. How strange is that?
Erm, anyways.
Steffi-333: Of course! Here you go! "Hands you Jekyll and Skinner dolls" Wish I could give the real ones out, but I can't. Thanks!
Lily Knotwise of Michel D: Thanks for the tip! And, my dad's Italian, well half, but he told me. I think Senorita is "Miss" in Spanish. I don't know. I'll ask him again. But, Spanish and Italian are similar.
Drakena the Destroyer: "blushes" I am a Jekyll/Mina fan, I admit it. But, thanks!
Clez: Thank you! They will! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO KINNNNNNNND!!! :D =^-^=
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It took a full two days to arrive in Boston.
Now, naturally, it would most likely be quite a boring trip; however, somehow, the members seemed to occupy themselves without insanity exploding. Of course, they have had experience with long trips, so they were patient; even Skinner and Tom had managed to keep themselves busy.
Even from these few days she spent with the League, Edie could almost predict the men's movements. It could help she often spied on the League with her small morphs, which, luckily for her, they didn't know about. She had no business, actually, to watch them, but they interested her.
Today, however, she stayed in her cabin. She had just a visit from a crewmate, telling her they would be docking in an hour. She could wait that long.
She stared at the note in her hands, which she had read for the past days. She had recovered it from Signore Neil's corpse, without the League's knowing. She had no intention of letting them read this.
Richard had written to her a mocking note. It just told her he knew she would join them; apparently she did have a soft side, etc. It was like words of venom.
She gripped the note tightly. He had mocked her in her sex change in the note. He had no right to. He was the one who made her change after all, so what was he talking about?
The last thing he had written was "Sight is quite a precious sense, is it not? Savor it."
What was THAT riddle supposed mean? What, did he mean to show her eyes he cut out the next time they met? Good lord.
She heaved a long sigh. Crumbling up the letter, she threw the words of hell itself away, never looking at it again. She let herself listen to the yells of Signore Skinner running down the hall, chased by the cook. He had tried to steal an apple again. Of course, a floating apple is pretty noticeable, so she had no doubt the cook only took a minute to realize Skinner's thievery. After all, having an invisible thief onboard did make you cautious. He made Edie copy Signora Mina in bolting her door, seeing as he was a pervert.
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Strange. Boston seemed to be all right, what with the exception that nobody was out. It didn't have the air of sickness in it.
Tom, having being sent out with Skinner to track the bombs, as Edie flew overhead as a hawk, peered at his surroundings. The east coast really WAS different from Missouri. Even the clouds overhead were a dreary gray, like you would usually see in London. Well, at least he was in his native country.
Skinner, of course, looked around for anything of interest to him. He had donned on his face paint and coat, so he was seeable. Good thing. Tom didn't want to look crazy, talking to thin air. However, there needed to be people to have the thought of crazy.
"Where is everybody?" he pondered, frowning. He looked up to see Edie started to descend down towards them. She landed on the ground, undergoing her usual, unattractive transformation. He shuddered. It was a little better than Jekyll's to Hyde, but probably not a good trick to perform in front of people.
"Well, I have located both of them. One's behind a general store, in the alleyway. Another's located to the far south of it, near the bar. I can't tell which was which, but I'm at least guessing the one to be blown up is the bar on, the other's the one with the reversal potion."
"I think the bomb at the general store has the mutation."
"Wot? Wot make's ya say t`at?" Skinner asked, still scanning the area.
Tom sighed. "There's no sense of sickness in the air. Can't you feel it?"
Edie frowned at her feet. "Yet, that still doesn't explain the lack of humans. Where are they?"
"Maybe it's Sunday," Skinner pointed out, rearranging his hat. "`Guess I gotta pray when I get back."
Tom scowled. Normally, he would have agreed to this comment, but for now, this was serious for him. After all, it was his home. Well, not TECHNICALLY his home, but his country at least.
"Perhaps we should report this to Signore Quartermain?" Edie asked, breaking the tension before it even started.
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Allan didn't like the sound of their report.
If they triggered the bomb, it might release the mutation. If they didn't, maybe the people of Boston really were mutated and would perish.
"Maybe we should knock on people's doors and see if they're effected," Dorian commented sarcastically, earning a glare from Nemo.
He began to pace up and down. Everybody was there, deciding on what to do. He knew they would split up into two groups, four in each. Harker, Hyde, Skinner, and Sawyer would be in one. They had two leaders, Sawyer and Harker; a fighter, Hyde; and someone to try to disarm the bomb, Skinner.
He, Gray, Donatello, and Nemo got the other bomb, the one they were trying to figure out. Gray and Donatello would be their fighters; Allan would be fighting, but would be the one to locate them; Nemo would be the one to activate or disarm the bomb.
Donatello stared at the window outside. She was watching for any movement in the city. It was still, like a statue town. That's what frightened him. Damn Morse.
"Perhaps I could try to get create the reversal potion. I have collected some of the mutation, so I can make the remedy. Or, at least, try to. That way, if you do make a mistake, we have a back-up," Harker suggested, though a doubtful in her plan.
He shook his head. "No."
"I could g-go with Gray's idea. You know, check a few people to see if they're ill or not," Jekyll implied, eager to be of an assistance.
Again, Allan shook his head. There were no ideas that sounded good enough. If they checked at people, they would need to show the existence of the Nautilus. For both their and the people's sake, he wanted no risk.
Checking the bomb to see a label was out of the question, before it was even mentioned. He was certain Morse, despite his insanity, would never do something THAT idiotic. Would he?
He glanced back at Donatello's long black braid. He had hoped she was able to sense the mutation, seeing how she was 'born' from it. Yet, she had not said much since they arrived back on the ship after seeing the destruction of the mansion. He didn't mean to sound cruel, but he would pull her over and try to explain to her to get over it. She still had a gracious heart; they all did, but only Sawyer and her had the courage to show it emotionally. The others just kept it to themselves.
"I guess we'll take the risk. We're not going to activate it."
That statement from Allan brought confusion from everyone. Looks of doubt came upon their faces.
"Is that safe? What if it is the incorrect choice?" Harker asked. [S.B.: By the by, I'm only calling them by their first name, seeing how it is Allan's POV. I will refer to their first names or last names, depending on the POV. Remember, POV: name. Got it? Good. Just making sure you all got it.]
Allan raised an eyebrow in her direction. "I didn't exactly say we were going to disarm it. We're going to do nothing, just get there. After you all deactivate the other bomb, at least one of you should run towards up, scouting the area, maybe checking into windows to see the people."
"Oi, I know I'm gonna enjoy THAT! I'll do that task," Skinner hooted, chuckling. The hunter just KNEW the pervert was thinking of women in their bedclothes.
"Skinner, shut up," the League cried in unison, save Allan, who was still waiting to finished. Good grief, the things he put up with.
"If there seems to be no sign of bother, then report to us so we can perhaps disarm it. If there is disturbance, then we'll activate it."
"The tasks this man appoints us," Gray dryly commented. For giving them these tedious tasks, not to mention absorbing some of his immortality, he would get the son of a bitch back. He'll see to it that he dies a long, painful death.
At this point, Allan agreed with Gray. He was getting quite bothersome what with his riddles and metaphors. He sighed.
"Alright. We'll begin in the evening. That should give us plenty of time to prepare." Seeing how it was noon, six hours seemed to be an all right time.
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Dorian stepped out of the meeting room. He didn't understand why the League was so into keeping themselves a secret. They battled twice on a street full of people, so why bother now with it for a third time? Wasn't there a saying, "Third time's the charm"?
He glanced around his surroundings, smirking when he saw Ms. Donatello exit out, walking in the direction towards her room.
He stepped lightly towards her, tapping her on the shoulder. She whipped around, relieved it was only him.
"Yes? You require something?"
He grinned at her. This was what got him hot. Aggressiveness, no-nonsense, animalistic. Both women onboard really were a League of their own.
"Not much. I was just wondering what was wrong. You haven't spoken much these past two days. Care to try me?"
She sighed. He reminded her so much of Morse. From what the others told her, he was a traitor, he used Signora Harker and other women, and he still didn't repent his sins. He was the last person she wanted to talk to this about.
"I doubt you can grasp my situation, Signore Gray."
"Hmm, you spoke perfect English before, now you're starting to switch to your nationalities. Spicing up us Brits?"
She narrowed her eyes. Cocky bastard.
"Perhaps I am. I am just adding ethnicity besides English onboard this ship."
"I believe I get enough already from dear Captain Nemo. And he's Asian."
"Kapitän Nemo does have the right to add his culture onboard his own ship. Didn't you steal his pod, by the way?"
His mouth twitched into a smile. "Yes, but that's was when I was opposing the League."
"What made you come back, dare I ask?"
"Eh, I suppose no where to go, they found me, I did betray them, so I owed them for their generosity."
She scoffed. This man in debt? He actually paid them back? She didn't believe it.
"Where did your parents come from?" he asked, changing the subject. He was interested in her.
"My father is from Rome, while my mother originated from Heidelberg. Just for your information," she added, stopping him in asking the second question, "I do have a younger brother, which I have no information, after I left home when I was 19 and he was 14. There. My family's story."
He smiled. "Interesting." Here, he gathered up the usual energy it took to ask a woman to bed, which for him, it took none. Females often fell under his charming spell. He leaned over into her ear.
"Would you like to follow me to my room? That is, on my bed?" he whispered, sending shivers down her back. She pulled away.
"Very subtle," she said sarcastically. "But, I have no interest in you. If you'll excuse me," she curtly nodded to him, gliding to her room.
He chuckled at her retreating back. "That's the second time a girl turned me down. I think I'm too old." With that, he left to his own room, still not giving up on both Mina and Edie.
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"Ahh! This is so frustrating!" Mina grumpily cried, setting herself onto Jekyll's bed, angrily, yet still gracefully at the same time. She had asked Dr. Jekyll to allow her into his room just to let off steam by talking.
He didn't blame her; yet, as he usually felt when he was around her, he was a little uncomfortable. Just shyness, with the perverted thoughts of Hyde in his mind, was all it is.
{Come on. You'll never get a chance like this! Seduce her to sex. You know I want it, vise versa.}
{No. Leave me alone Hyde. I will not do such a thing.}
{You're probably right. You'll screw it all up, worm, knowing you.}
He glanced back at her, who had crossed her arms in front of her, her azure blue eyes closed almost dreamily.
"Mrs. Harker?"
She opened her eyes, a little startled. "Excuse me, doctor. I just-" she sighed, stopping her sentence.
He bit his lip nervously. He had no idea how to make a conversation with her. "U-um, well, at least we really don't have to deal with the bomb."
Her eyes snapped back at him. Her mouth tightened. "Yes, I know. Yet, I can't help but feel helpless. Suppose we make a mistake?"
His flickered around his room, save the mirror he had. He shuffled towards her, sitting on his bed, next to her. He tried not to make any physical contact, which was hard, what with Hyde in his mind and all.
"I trust Mr. Quartermain's decision. There may be times were I do not fully agree with him, but he has more experience than I, so I put my faith in both you and him."
She looked up, surprised at his words. "Excuse me?"
He blinked, shocked at himself as well. "U-u-um, well, I a-assume you will be the leader of our group."
She stared at the ground. "I expected Tom to lead us."
"I'll follow both of you."
His words were somewhat comforting. She looked back at him, a smile coming onto her face.
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