A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 5

B: "Earl Grey?" *He repeated*, "Yes I have that, quite like it myself" *Robert said. He began the necessary rituals to create tea. After she'd removed her shawl and wrapped it around her waist, she asked referenced to the incident. Robert swallowed, that horrible lump forming in his throat*, "No it's alright", *he winced a little*, "No, indeed, it wasn't you, it was something else..", *he swallowed anxiously, feeling the clawing of Hyde inside*.

A: Keza noted his reaction, and decided to stay away from the subject of the murder. She really didn't want to upset him, for obvious reasons, and just because she didn't like for people to be upset. She loved making people smile, but she had to be serious. "And I don't mean to be rude, but you really are the only one who might be able to help me with my condition." She frowned slightly, bringing her hands up to hold eachother in front of her.

B: *The kettle was beginning to work its magic: the tea leaves (regular tea and Earl Grey that is) were ready to make contact with the boiling water. Aside from the sound of the excitable, boiling water, Jekyll listened to what she had to say. He had been a twitchy man in the past, naive, uncertain, maybe even rather peculiar to many, but he hadn't had that anxious flush in reaction to the work 'condition' for some years now. The word popped up in her sentence, 'help me with my condition', something which made a hot feeling fizz through him - he ensured to not show it physically, or at least he hoped he didn't. Back when he didn't know about Hyde, all that he seemed to say to himself and want, was a positive answer to ''can you help me with my condition?'' but back then there was nobody. He turned around and his brown eyes suddenly flickered: it was like when you address a truly expert inspector with 'so how were they murdered?' and they suddenly flick a switch and go into alert mode; Robert eyes looked into Keza's, he frowned a little, tilted his head every so slightly like a dog*, "depends what it is", *he said finally. True, he had A LOT of collections of herbs, chemicals, rare bones, organic substances, books, even books which a Doctor shouldn't own like 'The Book of Monsters' and 'Ancient Medicines' . So, maybe, just maybe, he could help*, "but mind you, I'm not sure where my beliefs lie these days...and it seems now that I have something new to deal with", *he poured the boiled water into the tea leaves which settled at the bottom of the two mugs*.

A: Keza broke into a smile, his response was the most positive she had ever gotten. His sharp eyes made something warm bubble up in her stomach. Hope. She had been fearing that no one would ever be able, or even willing, to at least try to help her. If she were being honest, he was her last chance. After him her only option was to give up, that or a silver bullet. "Lycanthropy. My condition is called Lycanthropy. I'm a werewolf doctor Jekyll." She looked uncomfortable as she spoke, as she rarely had to say the actual words. It felt like admitting defeat to her, but she needed him to help, and he couldn't help if he didn't know what was wrong. A small sigh left her lips, and she looked down at her hands for a moment before looking back up to him. "I haven't hurt anyone yet, but as the years pass the curse is getting stronger. I don't know if I can contain myself for much longer."

B: *Jekyll was stirring the teas when she explained her condition. His grip somewhat escaped his hand, the spoon dropped to the work surface with a metallic clatter; he turned round, his penetrating eyes narrowing, forehead creasing, eyebrows stitching together into a concerned frown. He swallowed. Part of him screamed, not because he wouldn't help, but more of disbelief. But then he mentally slapped himself, slapping the naivety out of him; years ago, the most insane things had occurred, immortal people, big black monstrous dogs, killer bugs, surely he could see to one more?* "Werewolf", *he mumbled lowly to himself, still looking at her with thoughtful eyes. Now, it was fascination that filled him more than concern or worry. Then, the lump formed in his throat again*, "I apologize for the intense gazing", *he blinked a few times*, "I shall be honest; concern and worry fills me, but I must also mention, without making you sound like an object or something worthless: fascination. Now, you may think 'why hasn't this man been possessed with fear and thrown me out of his house?' well, no, I wouldn't do that, we don't know each other, yet, but I shall tell you now, you're not the only one with a... a different sort of thing to worry about", *he rolled his eyes as though to gesture himself, as well as putting a certain tone upon the word 'different' to make it stand out. He didn't go into any detail, but instead, swiveled back round and finished off the tea*...