《-Just funny settings where people be polite without thinking, like they say excuse me without looking at the person, and then look up and realize who they were speaking too

-I try so hard to think of prompts that give a person a reason to not instantly react with fear.

-Like someone dropped something and Adam politely picks it up and hands it to them.》


Laszlo was in the library. Herr Professor Fischer had instructed them to study their anatomy sketches from the last autopsy they'd observed, He'd been studying over his own, but he found parts of his sketches he wasn't quite comprehending. To rectify this matter, he'd set off to the library. Reference tomes old and new were on the shelves, and while he could ask any of the librarians for assistance, he found he'd been haunting the book-lined halls long enough that he knew where to go to find what he needed.

Werner; Blizard and Orange; Aitken - those where the tomes he needed, and he'd pulled the first two from theirs homes with ease. The last - Aitken - being an "A" was located almost at the top of the shelf. He'd need to find a ladder to ascend to the top.

"Létra, létra, létra..." Laszlo muttered to himself.

"Excuse me..." a voice said, interrupting his search. "Can I help you find something?"

It was an odd voice; it wasn't his own accented German. It wasn't an accent of any of the German states, either. It sounded almost Swiss.

Still, if they were offering help... "I only need the book by 'Aitken.' If you could help me find the ladder..." he said, trailing off when he noticed a very large hand offering him the book in question. His eyes traveled up the connected arm - up, up, up - until he was craning his neck.

He blanched. It was a giant of a monster, human but not. Handsome, yet hideous. Its black hair was nicely tamed from its face, yet that face! So pale - like looking to the skeletal visage of Úr Halál Ördög.

Shakily, he accepted the book. The monster cocked its head at him, and its black lips curled upward.

All thoughts fled his mind except for one: "What are you?"

It seemed to crumble on itself, hunching down from its full height as if it were self-aware to the effect it had on him.

"I am called 'Adam,'" the giant replied.

Such a normal name, Lazlo thought to himself. Nothing like any great demon or devil would call itself. "But - why the library?" he asked.

The creature - Adam - answered plainly: "I seek knowledge, very much like yourself."

They both seemed to hear movement in the next aisle of books over, and suddenly a look of nerves seemed to cross Adam's mutilated features. Could a monster know fear?

"I must bid you good day," Adam said, making a hasty retreat to some other dark recess of the library. As soon as the monster had left, another joined him: Victor Frankenstein, the freakish, quiet Swiss. The dark man took one look at his stack and swore. Apparently he was seeking the same knowledge as himself.

"When you're done, I'll take your books," Frankenstein said, a look of annoyance plastered on his features. He didn't seem to pick up on his own fear, nor had it seemed he'd heard the interaction with the giant.

Laszlo nodded. "Which table?" he asked. Frankenstein casually gestured to a solitary with a growing mound of books.

"Thanks," the Swiss replied, returning to the table.

Laszlo returned to studying the shelves, trying to find any trace that he'd witnessed the creature, but it was gone like a ghost.

He took his books and was eager to make his transcriptions as quickly as possible.