Post by anderson on Aug 7, 2009 8:26:29 GMT -5
As he saw Tristan take his leave out of the Geass Directorate so to do his mission that he has set forth, Philip's attention was taken by Hebe, giving her his full undivided attention as he wondered what she was getting on about at the moment.
"How lovely you think of me so highly, heir doktor. I don't drink blood, I merely eat the flesh." An eyebrow raised at that statement, just what exactly was she getting at, and why was she holding his hand close to the edge of her mouth? "Just where are you getting at?" His answer was answered, eyes widened into full length. An intense aching agony taking a hold of him as he held his hand, moaning in pain, the glove that he wore bloodied... then for a moment, that pain was gone. "You bitch!" He shouted, no words were to be said at the moment save for a curse. Pulling off the glove that covered his bloodied hand, discarding it by a simple fling over the catwalk as he applied pressure to that bit of hand. Pain induced anger was high, yet there is no hurry, simply just not to take too long.
Although tearing off the flesh wasn't supposed to be fatal, just painful, Philip, being the foremost scientist he is, isn't above using his body as a canvas. Slowly husking over to the nearest medical storage. Hastily pulling out a jar filled with gel of one of his medical experiments that he has created after Tristan's surgery, mostly out of an extract that came from his blood, other jars filled with pickled body parts breaking unto the floor. Slamming the jar against the wall as the jar oozed out, placing his bloodied hand into the jar before pulling it out as it was covered in a sort of gooey fluid. Now all that is left is a shooting pain and a throb that he tolerates with a grinched scowl, holding his teeth hard against the opposite teeth.
Pacing out of the chambers slowly, he gave two piercing glare daggers at the Immortal. "I do not care whether you are an Immortal or not, the next time you pull off a charade like this with me, I'll have you quartered, decapitated, dismembered, eviscerated, and any sort of bodily harm I can think of, in fact, you do this again, do not consider a future a possibility for yourself, you are a guest in MY CITY! For now, you have clemency, the next time, do not count on my generosity." The Azure-eyed doctor hissed, it was more painful not to get revenge on the Immortal than to forgive. Pacing away as he left a trail of blood, Philip passed a threshold that marked his room as a mechanical slide-in shutter closed shut behind him.
[EXIT]
"How lovely you think of me so highly, heir doktor. I don't drink blood, I merely eat the flesh." An eyebrow raised at that statement, just what exactly was she getting at, and why was she holding his hand close to the edge of her mouth? "Just where are you getting at?" His answer was answered, eyes widened into full length. An intense aching agony taking a hold of him as he held his hand, moaning in pain, the glove that he wore bloodied... then for a moment, that pain was gone. "You bitch!" He shouted, no words were to be said at the moment save for a curse. Pulling off the glove that covered his bloodied hand, discarding it by a simple fling over the catwalk as he applied pressure to that bit of hand. Pain induced anger was high, yet there is no hurry, simply just not to take too long.
Although tearing off the flesh wasn't supposed to be fatal, just painful, Philip, being the foremost scientist he is, isn't above using his body as a canvas. Slowly husking over to the nearest medical storage. Hastily pulling out a jar filled with gel of one of his medical experiments that he has created after Tristan's surgery, mostly out of an extract that came from his blood, other jars filled with pickled body parts breaking unto the floor. Slamming the jar against the wall as the jar oozed out, placing his bloodied hand into the jar before pulling it out as it was covered in a sort of gooey fluid. Now all that is left is a shooting pain and a throb that he tolerates with a grinched scowl, holding his teeth hard against the opposite teeth.
Pacing out of the chambers slowly, he gave two piercing glare daggers at the Immortal. "I do not care whether you are an Immortal or not, the next time you pull off a charade like this with me, I'll have you quartered, decapitated, dismembered, eviscerated, and any sort of bodily harm I can think of, in fact, you do this again, do not consider a future a possibility for yourself, you are a guest in MY CITY! For now, you have clemency, the next time, do not count on my generosity." The Azure-eyed doctor hissed, it was more painful not to get revenge on the Immortal than to forgive. Pacing away as he left a trail of blood, Philip passed a threshold that marked his room as a mechanical slide-in shutter closed shut behind him.
[EXIT]