A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 12

B: *Hyde kept eye contact*, "he shall not come back for a while from now, so please, would the werewolf like to take a seat?" *He gestured to the armchair that Robert sat in*, "I could have a lovely chat!" *he smirked menacingly. His eyebrows stitched together into a frown, then sprung back to normal.*

A: "I don't think so." Keza shook her head to reinforce her statement. "I think I'll be going. I don't really fancy losing work time to 'chat' with you. I'll be at home translating my book if Dr. Jekyll returns today and would like to find me." she turned, making her way to the door.

B: *Hyde made a sudden, swift move towards the door, like an arrow head shooting towards the bullseye. He placed himself between Keza and the door, his eyebrows stitched into a frown*, "you know, what ever you may have heard - is probably correct", *he said almost joking with himself*, "but i can be of help you know", *he smiled, raising one eyebrow*, "I know stuff", *he assured her. He turned around and strode towards the books that were still splattered across the floor just inside the door. He stacked them on top of each other and carried then through, past Keza and placed them all on the coffee table which sat between the two chairs: Robert's and the guest chair, keeping them in their stacked form. Then, he trundled back to his spot between her and the door... Meanwhile, sitting up above the fire place, which surely Keza had spotted before, were the three bottles. The three bottles which Robert's hand had not grabbed, but - at the time - had grabbed a notebook. They were the tiny bottles containing: one a dingy transparent but green tainted one, another a faint red and one more containing a tiny few white pills which were the size of maybe pumpkin seed. All three sat upon the shelf, but were not labelled, Hyde knew about them too. It was, however, one thing that Hyde wasn't too sure how to control. Henry Jekyll had supposedly killed himself due to these strange chemical mixtures, so Hyde didn't dare mess with them just incase it did something to him - although he did know that the red one would keep him here and keep Jekyll away*.

A: Keza had gasped when he got between her and the door, stopping suddenly and grabbing her bag strap tightly. As he collected the books and returned to his spot between her and the door, she crossed her arms, putting a very unamused look on her face. She really didn't like this situation, but was obviously stuck for the time being. A few moments and a resigned sigh later she turned, striding to the chair and dropping into it. Her bag pulled up and placed on the table. "I suppose if you're going to be difficult about it I can stay here and work." a small frown crossed her lips, and she looked up to him. She would allow this for the tine being, but had plans to leave rather quickly.

B: *Hyde placed a particularly pleased look onto his face as she sat down. He followed, flopped heavily into the guest chair and then glared at Keza once again*, "you may carry on translating your book if you wish". *Hyde had definitely changed since the days of Young Robert: the days of Ravi, the days of chaotic bugs, humanoid dogs creatures, MIO and Tenebra. Those days were busy, all over the place and meant Hyde couldn't really be himself. These days, he was more wise about his choices, but that in tern, made him more dangerous when he chose to be dangerous. He'd developed in much ways like a child does to a teenager, to a young adult, to an adult. Changed over time. He was much different from his younger days, aged, more sinister and generally horrible looking, even when he smiled his brutal, uncertain smile. He crossed his legs, then picked up a book from the stack. He stacked them in such a way that the first three were to do with Keza's condition, the last two were of split personalities and such*, "Monosters Among Us", *he growled*, "how very interesting", he said opening the book and flicking through a large sum of pages before slamming it should again and placing it on top of the stack again*, "I think there are many questions within your mind, am I right?" *he interrogated*.

A: Keza had grabbed her notebook from the bag, and flipped to the partially translated pages. She looked up at him as he put on his little act, sighing and sitting back. "I do have quite a few questions, yes." She admitted truthfully. She had many questions and thoughts about him now that he was here. She felt uneasy though, his form practically radiating bad feelings for her. Her nervousness showed, fingers dancing over her lap and she had pulled off Robert's gloves to touch the dangling metal decorations of her shawl. She knew she must remain calm, and keep her head if she wanted to deal with him efficiently. "One of the fist ones would be 'how did you get out?' and perhaps 'may I leave?' but there are many others."