Monsuno - Plasma Clash

March Wading

"So, you just allowed them free rein of the place, did you? How useless!"

"I'm sorry, Father."

Walking down the other side, Hargrave was wiping his forehead with a white napkin. "It is a great honour and reassurance to see you well again, sir."

"Oh, please, Hargrave. Leave such useless trifles for later," Klipse said with gritted teeth.

The sound of Klipse's rapid sharp footsteps, expensive, hard soles against marble, echoed in a refurbished 'hideout' that resembled a billionaire's mansion. "Anyway," Klipse said, "I'd like for whoever was behind this to drop this pretentious charade and show themselves-"

He stopped at the sound of his own voice. A recording. He looked up to see a great projected screen displaying a conversation. Brightly lit, Klipse was threatening Dr Suno, as he was chained to the ceiling and floor, from back when he had control of Toxic Ace.

"Hmm, vat is zis, Klipse? I can't say I'm terribly upset seeing Dr Jeredy Suno like zis, but I vould like some backstory." Charlemagne had caught up and was standing next to him, massaging her wrists.

"Dr. Emmanuel Klipse."

Both became alert to the presence just ahead of them.

"Would you care to explain why you're here..." Klipse gnashed his teeth, "...And why you're sitting in my swivel chair?!"

"Father," Six said, coming up behind him in the incredibly bleached and white vast hall, "They helped us to save you from S.T.O.R.M.. If it weren't for them-"

"First, take her out. I'll talk to her specifically later," a soft but masculine voice said, appearing to echo off of the walls.

"Vat?! I'll have you know zat..." All of a sudden, Charlemagne appeared shaky on her feet. Argius came up and took a hold of her upper left arm. Holding her forehead with her other arm, and surrounded by Dark Spin, she was walked out of the vast hall.

With the pressing of a button, the recording shut off. The figure finally rose from the chair, and descended the short foot of stairs separating him from Klipse and Six. With deep brown hair and tanned skin, he confidently walked down from the small raised area of the hall to stand directly across from Klipse, his snake green eyes vivid.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dr. Emmanuel Klipse." 

"So, you know who I am."

"Why, of course! Would I have freed a stranger for no reason? My future allies must be nothing more than exceptional."

"And why would you think I would ally myself with someone whom I barely know, fool?! Leave my abode, or I shall have you removed. I refuse to be subordinate to anyone, no matter who they are!"

"But what can you do? I'm sure S.T.O.R.M. has already discovered and cleared out your main monsuno research facilities, and your associates have likely all cut funding to your projects."

Klipse's body tensed up, shaking with building anger. "What are you inferring? I'll build it all again, from the bottom up, until I am back to my glory! Nothing will stop my ambition! Rotting in that cell only ascertained me of this!"

"And so you shall fulfill your ambition. I can fund your research in return for your assistance." 

Six merely looked on in nervous silence.

"I read them, you know," the man continued. "When I came across your labs and read the documents there, I found out about your inhumane research. I even hid those documents in a safe place. I know the kind of genius you are, Emmanuel."

Klipse merely glared at the man.

"Oh, the monsunos that freed you? They were Tallis' creations."

"Hmph. If you have those, then why don't you just-"

"Those incomplete abominations? They no longer exist. Those cores are already useless from their first, and only battle. What a waste of monsuno essence. Tallis is creative, but he lacks the knowledge to go through with his ideas." he said. 

The man turned on his heels, gesturing to Klipse. "Follow me."

Klipse paused, but did so, reluctantly.

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Before long, the two had entered a room whose walls were lined with giant chambers of unknown fluid and other such devices, electric sparks flying as if dancing to some perverse tune. The very nature of Klipse's experimental lab was abhorrent.

"Your knowledge of cloning is unparalleled, your passion unrivalled. But above all, there is something you, and only you can do for me." The man leered over at Six, and as his eyes narrowed, burying into him, Six felt as if a wave of freezing cold was stopping his heart in place. Klipse looked over to the largest row of chambers, each containing failed experiments that were now becoming mush, as the two men spoke between them.

Six was unable to hear the chatter that returned his father's face back to the man he loved, as his teeth bared and eyes became adorably crazed amid the bubbling and whirring of machinery.

"Father?" Six finally said, a maelstrom of happiness and worry churning inside him.

"For a home intruder, you've made quite the welcoming offer."

Klipse, for the first time in what he thought would be never again, tipped his head back, and laughed with newfound ambition. "This time," he said with building excitement, "All the pieces will fall into place, and nothing will hold me back!" With Klipse's tone like the gravel it became at extreme anger, Six could only watch and shiver with the conflicted feelings he'd always held for his father.