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| Dinner with the Savats; Rowan Gets to Poison Maitho | |
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| sugarapplesweet | Feb 22 2014, 01:44 PM Post #1 |
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Master Poisoner
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Rowan: [/He was in his room, doing something rather uncommon- turning on the dusty television in the room, fiddling to get it to show the news channel in well enough quality so he can catch up on the days events] [/Not much footage to see, but Sven's name was mentioned... only mentioned. An execution gone wrong with the Messiah Complex attacking.] [/Nothing entirely informative was being said however, beyond 'the terrorists were pushed back!' 'There's a fugitive on the run...' 'Contact the hotline if you have any information'] ....He's fine then.... they'd say something otherwise.... [/He bites his lip, turning the thing off to spare his ears from the static] Maitho: *There's a very firm knock on the door.**He's still dressed as a woman, but his jaw is set in a slightly more masculine way. Haydn and he listened to the news as well, but it was through the pirated station which meant there was more coverage. He wasn't afraid for any of them, but it was good a time as any to start "nurturing" his son.* Rowan: [/He turns his head at the door, and briefly wondered if it was that girl again] [/No, too soon...] [/He opens the door to his father- timing felt right given the events] [/Honestly he should of expected him] I take you're here because of the earlier... event? Maitho: Concerning your boyfriend executing three people for the viewing and listening public, yes... although it's not that I don't understand, of course. Being his duty and such. However... I had plans for the two of us today regardless. Rowan: Father... you wouldn't happen to know if he's all right, do you? [/He asks quickly in a lowered tone] [/Likely he wouldn't, but...] [/He wasn't concerned on the morality of the matter. Sven was simply doing his job, doing anything different would endanger himself.] Maitho: As far as I know, there weren't any Elite casualties. Rowan: [/He pauses for a moment, and nods quietly to himself] [/That's something he already heard but it really will be the waiting game to find out for certain... unless he went to see him for himself] You... mentioned you had plans for us? [/He steps aside to let him in] Maitho: I do, and it's all in here. *From inside his coat, he pulls out a large purse. Inside, at least twenty or more vials are stored.* It hasn't been easy, but your grandfather is now a part of this war too. *smiles* You're learning my trade today. Rowan: [/His grandfather... He's nearly completely forgotten him, the meeting was quite breif after all] Your trade? You mean posions? Maitho: Of course. Is there a desk in here, or do we need to clean your bedding later? Rowan: There isn't a desk I'm afraid. I'm due to change sheets tonight anyways. If we need a flat surface I have a table board we could use as well. [/He found it in another room, possibly to use with a laptop- but no one seemed to of touched it in months so he borrowed it for himself to write on] Maitho: If you'll bring it over to the bed, I'd rather use that, thank you. *He takes off his coat and tosses it on the bed. He's still dressed in a 20's manner, but it's a much simpler dress.* Also, if you're still curious as to what's going on, get a radio. The TV is a terrible choice in getting news. Rowan: A radio? [/That seemed a bit old fashioned...] [/But certain channels were unregulated so it's something to consider] [/He takes the board and places it on the bed] I'll have to get my hands on one then. I never particularly cared about current events, but given the current situation I'll have to change my way of thinking. Maitho: Thank you. *He starts setting out his vials one by one.* Oleander, water hemlock, narcissus, monkshood, foxglove, nightshade... even rhubarb and buttercups. *He sets out all of the vials one by one. They have labels on them, but more than that, each of them has a unique detail. A silk ribbon, a piece of twine, a rubber cork instead of a regular one.* I don't need to understand genetics to use any of these. Rowan: [/He takes a vial of water hemlock, tapping a nail lightly on the glass] But what is it exactly that you can teach me? I know their effects already after all... Maitho: I also have food coming. You might know what they do, but you don't know the doses you need to use to both be effective and stealthy. Rowan: [/He pauses, furrowing his brow in slight confusion] You're going to teach me how to poison others? Maitho: You certainly don't have plants that can eat a whole person, do you? Not here. Rowan: Well no I don't... you have my complete attention but, I haven't killed anyone before. Maitho: *smiles* Take my advice, in the Slums, it's kill or be killed. No exceptions. From me to Price and any other Normal and for every User like yourself who gets pushed out of the Golden City, this is the way it works. Someone like you can't flinch away from it. Rowan: I won't flinch away from it. [/He sighs quietly and sets the vial back down carefully] ...Given our plans, my hands will get dirty one way or another. I have no issue with the morality of the matter, it'd be hypocritical if I did. Maitho: ...good. *There's a knock at the door.* Come in. Sweet Baby: Hey~ Got what you ask for, B, but are you sure this is enough? I mean, I know you don't eat a lot, but... *sees the vials* What the fuck are you doing? Rowan: He's just showing me something, you don't have to freak out. [/He bites the inside of his cheek, hoping he wasn't going to be the typical hover body he is] [/He goes over to take the food from him] I can take that, thank you. Sweet: *glares at Maitho* I swear, if either of you idiots start to choke, I won't be saving your stupid asses. *He storms back out and slams the door.* Maitho: *still smiling* Don't worry. He'll cool down, and then he'll be back to his usual self. I bought some for you too, but we'll worry about mine first. Rowan: ...At least he's gone. I don't understand why he's so upset though. [/He brings the food over to him] You haven't quiet clarified what it is we're doing... I'm not honestly going to practice on you am I? [/This was meant to be sarcastic] Maitho: Yes, you are. There's a soup cup in there as well as a salad, and I have a water bottle of cold tea in the pocket of my coat. I'd hope you wouldn't start with water hemlock or nightshade, however. Rowan: ...you're serious... aren't you? [/His smug expression falls in surprise] Any of these could kill you. Maitho: You don't have to go all out like a lion. *chuckles* Buttercups for instance... *He feels for the vial with the baler twine and holds it up* which I got my original show name from, causes digestion upset without killing your victim. Rhubarb leaves when boiled and used sparingly can cause the same as well as burning in the mouth or throat. Rowan: And you're all right with any of that in your system, Father? [/SB may of had a good reason to react the way he did...] Maitho: I don't think I've ever made it a secret that I enjoy a bit of pain. *chuckles* There's a reason I'm never left to my own devices, after all, but you don't have to be afraid for me. Rowan: I know I don't... [/He sets the food on the table board an looks over the vials, seeming much more reserved and thoughtful of his choices] I assume I pick one, poison a bit of the food and you see if you can detect it? Maitho: That's exactly right. What better test subject when it comes to taste than a blind man? If you put too much in, it will always taste bitter or sour. It's like being a deadly chef. Rowan: [/He looks at the cup of soup and at the less deadly vials] [/He'd go for the buttercup, however they're known for their foul taste. Even if he used just a little, Maitho would detect it, given his presumably heightened sense of taste] [/Rhubarb can be tart but when mixed with something sweet...] [/He takes the salad and carefully mixed a small dose of it with the dressing] ...All right. How's this? Maitho: *He takes the salad, and he tries to put it out of his mind what could be in it.**He takes a few bites, and after not being able to taste anything, he puts the fork down.* Very good. What did you use? Rowan: Rhubarb. [/He can't help but to feel a bit of pride, despite having just poisoning his own father] I didn't want to start with the harsher vials, and I thought the buttercup would be too difficult to disguise. Maitho: That's a good start... but it gets more difficult from there. Ground foxglove seeds make for good imitation black pepper although it's best to mix it with actual pepper. *hums* Now I want you to try a whole ingredient to the soup. Rowan: ...What if something were to go wrong? It's not like I can call the ambulance. Maitho: I have someone (Oliver) on the line for me if needed. Just stay away from water hemlock at all costs, and I'd rather not deal with nightshade or monkshood either. There's plenty of non-lethal options to chose outside of that. *pauses and then sighs* Here. *He fumbles around to find the one with a chopped daffodil bulb.* Daffodils certainly won't kill me. Rowan: [He takes the new ingredient curiously] [/It takes a second but he starts recalling the poisonous effects of this in other words, seemingly harmless bulb] [Come to think of it... growing a bulb was once a grade school project, wasn't it? They put this in the hands of children.] [/If memory served, which it always did, it would cause abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting... His father was right, they wouldn't kill him. But honestly it made the situation no less concerning.] [/But in some strange way, he felt a small surge of excitement swelling inside, trying to break his restraint] [/He prided himself on that, and now he's living on the side of the tracks where rules no longer applied] [/He takes the cap off the vial and pours the contents into his palm. They were like finely chopped onions- in the past they were usually mistaken as much. The entire does? He looked at the vegi soup, seeming like the obvious choice. He places it in there and mixed the soup up, adding a small packet of pepper] ...All right. Maitho: *He eats a few spoonfuls, but then he stops. He chuckles.* While you can't taste it, the pieces are too crunchy. Something like that can be blamed on the cook, of course, but it's much safer to plan ahead and soak the pieces first. *He sets the soup aside and goes back to the salad.* I'll try it again once it's sat for a short while, such as when I used to disguise myself as a prep-cook and snuck it into an order. Rowan: ...Ah, there's something else I feel I should tell you about. I had a... visitor last night. Maitho: A visitor? *He continues eating the salad even while knowing what's in it.* Rowan, you know you have to be careful about who you let know where you are. Rowan: To be honest, she gave me little choice in the matter. She knew who I was after all... [/He watches him eat the salad, briefly wondering if his father was truly insane or he just couldn't feel anything... either way, he was glad he didn't choose the more toxic options. Why would he bring those anyways?] ...She had a collar around her neck, a bomb to do Svarc's bidding. However she found a way around it and had me remove it for her. Maitho: ...a bomb collar you say? *He pauses, and then he starts to laugh.* A shame Price never let me touch his; it'd be interesting if it was a similar design... Anyway, how did she know who you were? Rowan: I could show it to you later if you'd like, it's perfectly disabled. As for how she knew me- she was sent to kill me apparently. But looking over my file, she took the risk in getting me to free her. She has no intention of killing Svarc, but she does intend on leaving a little present for him. Maitho: Unless Price could look at it, we wouldn't know if it was the same one... but the MC might find it useful. It's up to your discretion. Maitho: And a little present? *annoyed and bitter * He'll hardly notice that. Rowan: Given her reputation, I'm sure it'd be the furthest thing from being subtle you can get. [/Sighs] I can leave it to the MC for safe keeping, but if it were to ever be reactivated, it'd be best if I did it. It's not a powder bomb after all. The fact your.... toy I take it, even had one around his neck is impressive seeing how rarely they're used. He must be more talented at making enemies than I thought. Maitho: No, the one around his neck was a dud. *chuckles again* That was such a messy affair, but it's all in the past now. And as for your new friend, I wish her the best of luck, but Val's been ignoring all my love letters to him. And after my boyfriend took such great care in skinning the last one. Rowan: [/He smiles softly hearing this] I assure you, Father, he's listening. He's just very good at pretending. Maitho: *shakes his head* It hardly matters... *He finishes up his salad and goes back to the soup.* In any case, he can't ignore the next one. Rowan: ...You're going to be incredibly sick, Father... Maitho: It's fine. I don't have to work tonight, and I need to build up my immune system. Rowan: Then will you stay here for the night? It'd be dangerous to walk back in your state. Maitho: *smiles* If you want me to, then I can stay. This is hardly the worst I've eaten, but I appreciate your concern. Rowan: [/He fidgets uncomfortably] I apologize if I seem childish. It's just... As much as I tried to distance you in the past, the fact of the matter is that- well, I don't feel as much as of an abnormality around you. If you were to be gone, I'd be just by myself again... which I suppose was part of the reason why I didn't want a relationship in the first place, to have one and have it just taken away. [/He pauses] I'm not making any sense now, am I? Maitho: *He reaches for his purse again, having finished his soup, and fishes out a cigarette. He lights it but doesn't keep quiet.* I wasn't too fond of the idea of getting to know you either, but when we saved you, it was my responsibility. Maitho: I might leave you one day, but it won't be any time soon. I've got too much to do to let myself die, but letting myself get sick is all right. Rowan: ...Just not anytime soon, alright? [/He takes the vials and tides up a little] I'm curious why you offered the nightshade and hemlock though. You placed you life in my hands. Maitho: *smiles* If you'd have given me those, it's simple. Sweet Baby would have to kill you. Rowan: So it was a test? [/He was slightly amused] [/It's a serious matter, but the idea of Sweet taking vengeance for his father on him...] Maitho: In a manner of speaking, but you really do need to learn these things. Rowan: Next time, could I test this on someone that I wouldn't actually miss though? Someone without a actual purpose? Maitho: All people have a purpose; the ones I kill just happen to have that one purpose, to be a victim. I'll see what I can have arranged, perhaps Fortune has someone else he needs gotten rid of or simply discouraged. Rowan: [/His smiles widens] [/If he couldn't get authorized for a human subject back in the city... ] [It was all the same here wasn't? Better, because the victim would deserve it in some way] I can't wait... [/He moves the table board with it's items carefully onto the nightstand] Maitho: I'll make sure your grandfather makes a kit for you as well then. You can specialize it any way you want after spring comes, but it'll be a decent starter. You could probably find more potent combinations anyway. Rowan: That would be greatly appreciated... How is he, my grandfather? I thought he wasn't like you, in... this sort of business. From what little I saw I mean Maitho: He's not, but he was taking care of my garden for me because he felt it was his duty to maintain it. Even if I didn't get broken out, he would take care of that place until he died. He's sentimental like that. Rowan: I see... Is there anyone else in the family? Asides from you and him? Maitho: *shakes his head* Your grandmother died in the war, ironically fighting the system as well, and her body was never found. *He's been ashing his cigarette in the soup bowl, just waiting for the poisons to kick in. Shouldn't be long now.* She would've been very fond of you, had she known. Rowan: [/He leans back against the bed post, watching his father] ...So it's become a family tradition in a way... how are you feeling? Anything yet? Maitho: Give it another five minutes, and my stomach will likely start to either turn or cramp. *He sounds like he's talking about the weather.* As for family tradition, my mother had her reasons to join those being the deaths of my aunt and uncle. Mine had nothing to do with her death, however, only Aidric. Rowan: You talked about him before. Why was he so important to you? What made him so different? Maitho: ...he was the first person outside of my family to reach out to me. *He doesn't really count Rebecca since they only spent time together out of convenience.* I learned the name for what I am in the Tartarus; it's called suicidal ideation. Anyway... it's gotten much better since when I first met Aidric. He came to me the day after a rather violent attempt with pain killers. Maitho: All he did was ask me if I'd seen a movie, and when I said that I hadn't, being blind and a Normal at that, he took me to one. *smiles and snuffs out the butt of his cigarette* Aidric narrated the whole thing from beginning to end for me, and while that was sweet enough, what stuck out in my mind was how much he cared about a total stranger. It was... the most wonderful and spontaneous thing that ever happened to me. Rowan: ...You couldn't understand why he seemed to care so much. He was special to you because he wasn't like the others. [/In a strange way... he could understand those feelings] I'm sorry he's gone. Maitho: It's all right. I don't regret any of the time I got to spend with him, regardless of what I became before he was gone... if he's gone at- *His eyes widen, and he gets up immediately.* Please... excuse me. *He doesn't have any trouble leaving the room, and he also doesn't realize that he opened the door to Sweet Baby in the process.* Sweet: *He quickly steps out of the way without a word and stares back at Maitho as he disappears into the bathroom.* ...I was starting to wonder if maybe you'd killed him off, but no, he's still alive~ Rowan: As if I'd kill my own father... [/He angles himself to see him disappear out the door to the bathroom] ....he insisted on eating the whole thing... Sweet: *sighs* That idiot. *He flops down on the bed, ignoring everything else on it.* He better not being trying to lose weight again. Rowan: He's building his immunity... [/He looks at the salad and soup] ...I should consider doing the same. Not tonight of course, no good of us both being sick at the same time. Sweet: *glares at him* Don't you fucking start. I'm responsible for you yet, and while your daddy is free to do whatever the hell he wants because of Fortune, you're not. Rowan: If I'm going to learn the trade, I can't take short cuts. [/He looks back at him, stubborn as usual] I'll do what I have to, regardless of how you feel on the matter. But it won't interfere with my bussing tables and serving, so don't worry. Sweet: Hey, that was Yvette's call, not mine or even Fortune's. *He leans up to flick him in the forehead.* Believe me, if it was my call, you'd be working at my place and not here, so I'd watch your mouth. Rowan: [/He puts his head to his forehead, frowning] Was that necessary? And I've been watching my mouth. I think I've been more than patient recently. Sweet: You have been, but you're still an ungrateful little shit at times. Rowan: *Tck* I try to be, honestly. But you do love to test me so forgive me if I start becoming short at times. Sweet: *sighs and gets up again* Fine. *One of his snakes slides across his head unseen under his wig, and he adjusts it.* Anyway, take care of your dad for me. I've got to get to my other job, and I don't have time to babysit. Rowan: I insisted he stay rather than risking the walk back to his place. I'll make sure he's all right. Sweet: Good. *clicks his tongue* Anyway, no more playing with those nasty plants tonight. I'm off. Rowan: Of course not, we've 'played' enough... [/He was sure he saw something under his wig... but he'll wait to ask next time. No reason to keep him tonight] |
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