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Scotty had not attended dinner. Needless to say they weren't serving on the menu his meal of choice, and in town he had already found himself caught three times trying to eat said meal with little success. Not total failure though, more than one family would have to deal with the fact that they had a family member missing an arm or a leg that if they were there earlier would notice it being spirited away with great speed by a neurotic looking undead man.

~~~Skippable scientific mumbo jumbo~~~

He spent most of his time in the lab with said limbs and what matters he had taken from the battlefield. The MO was what was interesting him at the time. They had definitely improved it since the last time he met the drug, but he wasn't entirely sure how. Before it had simply been a quick augmentation style thing. You put in body, muscles are rushed with both sugars and enzymes, the super creature occurs, and eventually dies from energy loss. Even to start with it was a bit of a wonder drug for the speed it added to the natural metabolic system converted fat and muscle to energy like a dream. The muscle had been a criticism, for it caused the creature to be worth little by the end. This one was a little more though, to augment muscle and bone mass noticeably like that was quite a feat. The rest of it had been done before, the rage, the painlessness, the quick death. Though the muscles...he itched his skull, and realizing he was not hitting flesh he healed that up again. It wasn't a druid mark, used often by alchemists in a magic/chemical potion, this was a pure undiluted scientific truth. He caught it suddenly, mass convulsion and regeneration could work. The increased metabolism could have sped up the healing process a great deal, cause the mind to reflexively convulse the muscles and there would be great stressful to cause muscle growth and by extension bone mass growth, particularly with the inclusion of HGH to keep the process speedy. The possibility of cancer could be ignored for the short lifespan. Include a large amount of inherent glucose and calcium salts and you had everything you needed. Though looking at the demonic tissue he realized there was quite a lot he would need to edit to make it viable. He tapped his chin. He needed a clothier.

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"No you fool, you have messed up the form. How am I supposed to make a generator for something like that? There is nowhere to put it, she'll be stuck with clothes that stay in one form, and that is just plain inconvenient."

The clothier wasn't being very useful. This had been going on a while, but they were on the final level, and they were just about done. The clothier shot him up a glance that seemed to be made of sharp objects and a few blunt ones,

"Look you creepy freak if I wasn't so proud of my work, and if you weren't giving me a chance to work with this wondrous fabric here I would have thrown you out a while ago with a crappy product. Still you aren't making this easy for me, let me finish this. I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

To be honest he was, about another hour of arguments, corrected stitches and one good hit to the face before they had a finished product they could be proud of. Honestly looking at the end of it they were actually rather happy about all the hate they had exchanged. He took up the strange thing and paid the man. Another good day.

Meeting the bard from the street again was something that felt quite good. It caused him to have that blush like feeling again his body couldn't actually do. Learning who she was slightly elated him as well, an odd thing to meet the old master of his enemy. If he had a heart it would be beating fast. It seemed that they had no choice but to face the mastermind himself to beat this, and hope that they didn't get too battered on the way there to be beyond beating him. It wouldn't be the first time he had been on a mission like this. It seemed like they were pleading in a way, and to be honest this amused him,

"No need to be so asking of me. If I am known for something it is holding a grudge. They tried to kill me. More than once they tried to kill me. So I will hunt them down. Dormond is already is dead, Sophia shall meet her doom before old age can get her, they will fall and anyone else that has an inch of blame or could meet my grudge will die as well. I don't leave survivors. I don't leave legacies. I leave a mark, like a chemical burn. Then I walk away. Threat extinguished. I wouldn't mind some aid on the way."

He tapped his fingertips on the wall, his mind and heart both cold like ice. His soul filled with the negative energies that kept him alive. His world a blur of dark things. If Dormond thought he knew what evil was he wasn't quite ready for what he woke up. Somewhere in his bag something shifted, a small bottle filled with darkness, a very special darkness. A darkness from his past. Something that felt the rage in the soul of the undead creep,

"I appreciate the idea Kestrel. Though I shall say good Joshua hasn't led me the wrong way before, so lord of spies what path might you suggest?"

He made sure to give the garment he had been holding on to so oddly for the while to Kestrel, not saying anything to clarify what exactly it was, though if she held it out she might notice it was clothing, with a small patch of steel on one area that seemed to twitch on occasion. As if it was impatiently waiting for her to do something.