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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 stilled, seeing a stranger in the living room. Someone covered in blood splatters.
Notes: ...I don't even know which verse this is. Leans towards the 'Muzaka never left' one.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 612
Status: Work in progress
M-21 stilled, seeing a stranger in the living room. Someone covered in blood splatters.
He was tall, taller than M-21 and his long blond hair was tied up in a ponytail. He was wearing a white cloak, but even though it was hiding everything, just from the shape of him M-21 could tell he was built like a tank.
"Hey, pup," the man said. "Is Frankenstein around?"
Was it finally someone who worked at Frankenstein's organisation?
"Ah, dropping something off, Panska?" Frankenstein said, walking past, and M-21 flinched as he did. He still couldn't hear Frankenstein approaching behind him.
"Yeah, left it in the shed as usual."
"Thank you," Frankenstein said, walking with Panska to the garden. "The number of times I'd had to remind the warriors to use the shed fridge and not the kitchen..." He sighed. "I know they're eager but-" The conversation cut off as Frankenstein closed the door behind him.
Why...did Frankenstein need that many fridges?
And why did they need to be separated? What was Frankenstein dealing with?
Did he really want to know? But if it was something that involved him... He needed to know, just in case.
Digging around could get him killed.
...In the Union.
Frankenstein had said he wanted him to ask more questions and seek out answers. He could try that. If he got caught, he could just say he was following Frankenstein's instructions.
* * *
M-21 waited until a few hours later, when he was sure Frankenstein was down in his lab, and Muzaka had went off to do his usual patrol.
It was still light enough to see and M-21 frowned, studying the shed door.
It wasn't locked.
It had to be something hidden then, like Frankenstein's lab.
M-21 opened the door and peered inside. A light switched on as soon as he opened the door and he swore, ducking inside and closing the door before the light was seen.
Inside was...just a shed. Clean how Frankenstein liked to keep his house clean, but just a shed.
M-21 scoured the walls, trying to find the switch or fingerprint panel that would open up the door.
It was bigger than most sheds and in the corner was the fridge. Was it really just that?
M-21 approached it, frowning. It was big enough to fit a person. And that was usually the reason why something would be kept separate from everything else. But that was normally a freezer, to make it harder to decide the time of death...
He hissed, backing up a step when the shed door opened.
"Oh, hey, you hungry?" Muzaka said, walking in. Fuck, Muzaka had returned earlier than he'd expected.
He'd been caught. If he could just pretend he hadn't been snooping he might just get away.
"Yeah."
"Awesome. Wanna help?"
Or Muzaka wanted him to help dispose of the body. Fine. He'd done that before. Was asking if he was hungry the code for that?
"Sure."
He'd disposed of enough bodies in the Union. One more wasn't going to make a difference.
Muzaka opened the fridge, revealing a deer carcass. He lifted it up with one hand, putting it over his shoulder.
"C'mon then. You ever prepared deer before?"
Wait. They were actually talking about a meal, not a human body? The fuck?
Muzaka saw his expression before M-21 wiped it off his face. Too slow, shit. "Heard you met Panska earlier on - we get a couple werewolf warriors delivering some of their hunts when they're passin' through. We just keep the meat here until we can prepare it later, since they take up so much space."
...Oh. So that was it...
Summary: M-21 stilled, seeing a stranger in the living room. Someone covered in blood splatters.
Notes: ...I don't even know which verse this is. Leans towards the 'Muzaka never left' one.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 612
Status: Work in progress
M-21 stilled, seeing a stranger in the living room. Someone covered in blood splatters.
He was tall, taller than M-21 and his long blond hair was tied up in a ponytail. He was wearing a white cloak, but even though it was hiding everything, just from the shape of him M-21 could tell he was built like a tank.
"Hey, pup," the man said. "Is Frankenstein around?"
Was it finally someone who worked at Frankenstein's organisation?
"Ah, dropping something off, Panska?" Frankenstein said, walking past, and M-21 flinched as he did. He still couldn't hear Frankenstein approaching behind him.
"Yeah, left it in the shed as usual."
"Thank you," Frankenstein said, walking with Panska to the garden. "The number of times I'd had to remind the warriors to use the shed fridge and not the kitchen..." He sighed. "I know they're eager but-" The conversation cut off as Frankenstein closed the door behind him.
Why...did Frankenstein need that many fridges?
And why did they need to be separated? What was Frankenstein dealing with?
Did he really want to know? But if it was something that involved him... He needed to know, just in case.
Digging around could get him killed.
...In the Union.
Frankenstein had said he wanted him to ask more questions and seek out answers. He could try that. If he got caught, he could just say he was following Frankenstein's instructions.
M-21 waited until a few hours later, when he was sure Frankenstein was down in his lab, and Muzaka had went off to do his usual patrol.
It was still light enough to see and M-21 frowned, studying the shed door.
It wasn't locked.
It had to be something hidden then, like Frankenstein's lab.
M-21 opened the door and peered inside. A light switched on as soon as he opened the door and he swore, ducking inside and closing the door before the light was seen.
Inside was...just a shed. Clean how Frankenstein liked to keep his house clean, but just a shed.
M-21 scoured the walls, trying to find the switch or fingerprint panel that would open up the door.
It was bigger than most sheds and in the corner was the fridge. Was it really just that?
M-21 approached it, frowning. It was big enough to fit a person. And that was usually the reason why something would be kept separate from everything else. But that was normally a freezer, to make it harder to decide the time of death...
He hissed, backing up a step when the shed door opened.
"Oh, hey, you hungry?" Muzaka said, walking in. Fuck, Muzaka had returned earlier than he'd expected.
He'd been caught. If he could just pretend he hadn't been snooping he might just get away.
"Yeah."
"Awesome. Wanna help?"
Or Muzaka wanted him to help dispose of the body. Fine. He'd done that before. Was asking if he was hungry the code for that?
"Sure."
He'd disposed of enough bodies in the Union. One more wasn't going to make a difference.
Muzaka opened the fridge, revealing a deer carcass. He lifted it up with one hand, putting it over his shoulder.
"C'mon then. You ever prepared deer before?"
Wait. They were actually talking about a meal, not a human body? The fuck?
Muzaka saw his expression before M-21 wiped it off his face. Too slow, shit. "Heard you met Panska earlier on - we get a couple werewolf warriors delivering some of their hunts when they're passin' through. We just keep the meat here until we can prepare it later, since they take up so much space."
...Oh. So that was it...