vatheon | Cotton Candy Creeper Moves In

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Cotton Candy Creeper Moves In

Who: Szayel and everyone
Where: Patchwork Laboratory
When: August 6th
Style: Starting prose, but I'll match you.
Warnings: Szayel's a jerk... but that's about it right now.
Status: WIDE OPEN

Szayel had been rather absent from the center of attention that he always enjoyed, though it was out of necessity, of course. It hadn't taken long for him to find acceptable residence in the city -- the laboratory he now claimed as home was perfect for his perfection, of course. He could even deal with the outward "patchwork" image of the exterior; but the interior? That looked like it had been decorated by his boar of a brother, it was that disgusting.

Which was why, if an individual happened to pass by the Patchwork Laboratory, they would be able to see Szayel huffing and puffing, trying to push in an ornate dresser through the door. Unfortunately, it was just ever so slightly too big for the door way, and both the frame and the dresser were creaking in protest from the abuse. Szayel's feet kept slipping on the pavement in his effort, damn near coming close to falling over more than once. He was swearing up a storm before long, looking like he was going to smash the damn dresser after a few minutes of this.

Clearly, he needs to be bothered. Enjoy.

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Sadly, the door was still closed, and if the amount of swearing coming from the inside was a fairly good indication that there was something else wrong with the door.

Jade sighed and headed to find Szayel. Honestly, he should record this. Finding him, Jade pushed his hands into his pockets.

"More issues, I take it?"

"Of course," Szayel replied dryly, frowning bitterly at the machine, before finally giving up on the easy approach. In the next moment, he had the whole panel open, tearing apart the components inside to find the problem.

"Where did you leave the dresser?"

"Just outside."

He didn't think of a need to place it anywhere but nearby.

"Very well."

He pulled out a transformer and handed it off to Jade... not realizing the thing was actually very heavy.

"Hold onto that."

Jade was 100% sure he would not be able to carry the item. In Auldrant, fixing these things required other machinery or larger workers that looked like they could bench press Jade with their pinkies.

"Unfortunately, I--"

So, when Szayel dried to drop the item on Jade, two things happened. Firstly, Jade's uniform gloves ripped right off, shredded by a piece that'd caught the fabric.

Second, there was the sound of the transformer hitting the ground heavily and out of the corner of Szayel's eye he could likely see Jade dancing like a broken-footed duck out of the way of the transformer.

"Can't carry that sort of thing."

Szayel gave a slight jump when he heard the transformer fall, and glanced back, raising an eyebrow at Jade dancing around like he was some kind of contestant on those stupid game shows young humans were so fond of. After a moment he let out a bored sigh, rolling his eyes skyward.

"I forget how fragile you humans are," he muttered under his breath, before standing up, going to catch Jade before he did a step that would lead to him humiliating himself.

"Did anything break?"

Jade was fine and waved Szayel away.

"Unfortunately so. Just organs and blood and such."

"Hm, I could offer a fix for that, but I doubt you would appreciate it," he replied, a bit of a smirk coming to his face. Really, was he being serious...?

After a moment, Szayel picked up the transformer, dusting it off and making sure it was undamaged, before setting it down next to the unit.

"Fortunately, it seems some wires have corroded," he finally continued after a moment. "That's simple."

"Not at the moment, but int he future, i might appreciate an upgrade." Whether or not he was being serious could be left up to Szayel as he headed back out to the dresser. He poked his head back in a moment later.

"Well, then. Let's fix it so we can get this over with and you can be moved in~"

Szayel paused, raising an eyebrow at that, but declining to comment. He stood up straight, brushing off his precious clothes, before announcing he was going to acquire more wire.

He returned after a moment, stripping some older wire to be used and setting to work on the panel again. Another moment passed before the box was reassembled, and a soft hum was emitting from it as it was reconnected to power. Clearly, mad geniuses working together created awesome.

"Now, I'm raising the gate. Be prepare to move it."

And a few moments later, the door began to lift.

Impressive enough. He and Guy should meet, at least Jade thought. For now, there was the task at hand. When he was moving the gate, Jade pushed the dresser up with the arte, and pushed the dresser forward. When it was high enough, Jade pushed it under and set it down on the other side. He looked to the gate, then the man.

"There. That wasn't so hard~"

...as fate would have it, the rusted chain thought that would be the perfect time to snap. The gate came barreling down toward Jade's head, and in the split second the colonel had to look up at the falling massive metal death and say, "Crap," he was suddenly on the complete opposite end of the room with Szayel standing next to him, looking exceptionally exasperated.

"As you humans say, you spoke far too soon."

It wasn't really 'crap' so much as a noise of almost expectant annoyance. He certainly didn't have enough time to move and he was out cold before he could hit the wall on the opposite end and ragdoll to the floor in a heap. The dresser was in and the Doctor was out.

This si why Jade doesn't really help people.

Szayel paused, looking down when Jade hit the floor. Oh. Well... looks like he tugged too hard.

...

Damn fragile humans. Why do they have to be so damn useless?!

Szayel let out an exasperated sigh, going back into the lab to collect something to wake the poor man up. He was going to be that generous at least; he did get his dresser in the building.

Useless? He helped your stupid, wrong-calculations ass. Fragile is a better word, ass. See if he ever helps again.

Shut up, unconscious guy, he didn't say it out loud, and you're out cold anyway.

Szayel returned after a moment, some salt in hand that, god willing, would be repugnant enough to wake Jade up. That, and the fact that he was just inches away from shoving them up his nose.

A few second after that, Jade winced and shifted to get up. That was an impossibly painful migraine, yep. Touching his head he could feel his glove become a little damp. He wasn't surprised it broke skin. Wonderful. He'd be happy if he didn't have a concussion or forget anything. He went to working on his faculties and making sure everything was in order save for the massive pain.

"Hmmng." Well, he was still working on that cognitive speech thing.

"Hm, yes. Eloquent," Szayel remarked dryly, slipping the salt into a pocket. "Be thankful that's just from hitting your head on the wall, and not making a permanent impression on the gate."

"hmm."

Nope, still getting there. Jade's trying to get back up, though, grasping a bar on the wall and pulling himself to his feet unsteadily. All noises are too loud at the moment. His hand is on his head.

"'M sure the gate is unimpressed." A bit sloppy, but he's getting there.

Szayel rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure the gate wouldn't care either way," he replied dryly, standing up with Jade, though only offering a hand if the human wobbled in his direction. "However, I would have disliked scrubbing blood off of it so shortly after moving in."

Jade didn't go for any help, getting to his feet in time and holding his head still. He gave the pink-haired man a smirk before he spoke, sounding far more coherent now.

"Well, it's good I didn't bleed all the place, then."

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