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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Dec 26, 2010 22:16:54 GMT -5
...oh...
Jasmine felt the familiar feeling of her heart skipping when Iugo's arm rested on her tiny shoulders. At first she'd almost read the motion of his arm as a violent rebuttal. It was Iugo. Duh. But then he hadn't hurt her...quite the opposite. If she could get any redder than she had been earlier this evening, it would be right now. Sure she still had that wicked headache, but her hear beat was loud enough to deafen her, so she barely noticed.
And, then, of course...
Even though the plum liked humans, seeing Boogies kill them wasn't as shocking as one would think. It was more of the swiftness of Iugo's actions that caught her off guard. The death of the little girl was sad, sure, but...she's free from here, at least. The plum blinked a few time, a little left-over tear finally going down her face unnoticed, before she let one hand go of Iugo's shirt and put it to her face. A little smirk was starting to show.
"You know, I don't think your acupuncture lessons are working."
Wow. Mood is dying left and right.
Gold eyes glanced back at Agony laughing at the scene. Was it really...oh, right, Iugo the monster is hugging a midget. It was pretty funny, but for Jasmine, it was also very sweet. Even if a murder was part of the line up for the evening. "Soup's on, I guess," her voice wasn't shaking, at least. Maybe a good surprise was all it took to ease her. Like hiccups. "I don't get your tastes. I'm a vegan, you see...nothing with a face and with vital organs still inside it."
Jazz realized she was still clinging to Iugo. But...she didn't wanna let go yet. Not yet. I like being this close to him. Instead, she just smiled up at him with somewhat tear-stained, rosy cheeks.
...I think I'll kick Agony on the way out.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Dec 26, 2010 22:54:06 GMT -5
Iugo's face had flecks of blood from the blow, the warm liquid soothing to him. His mouth began watering as he saw the blood flow from her wound and onto the table. The table had a small ridge on it, just for the purpose of keeping blood off the floor. It was used for cleanliness by most, by a collecting table for the Doctor. A smile had grown on his own face as he continued watching the new corpse.
"I don't know. I think I did a good job with this one," He replied softly, turning to face Jasmine. "You... don't eat meat?" Iugo asked, a genuine look of surprise on his face. "I must say, I don't think I've met a single boogie that does not like meat. Some only for special occasions, but you? Never?" He asked, tossing his cane up again and catching it, the blood on his hand a welcome touch.
His eyes slid over to Agony, who was still laughing, even mocking hugging an invisible goblin before him. He would pay before the day was out. Sometimes Iugo wished that someone would just get fully fed up with his familiar and off him. It would be a welcomed silence. Iugo even growled quietly deep in his throat. How irritating that his lazy familiar would dare laugh at him... The cold eyes stayed focused on Agony.
The goblin took note of this and stopped his mocking. That look was always terrifying. Giving a small yelp, his ears went limp and he feld to a dark corner, a loud crash as the small thing climbed up on a shelf. Such a scary man.
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Dec 27, 2010 11:26:10 GMT -5
Another little laugh escaped the little Boogie at the look on Iugo's face. Was it really that odd, a Boogie who didn't eat meat? She didn't drink milk either...was that as weird? No, probably not. But he looked silly with that expression. Kinda cute. "It's not that I don't like it," Jasmine shrugged her little shoulders, "I gave it up when humans started eating that McDonald's crud...sixty years...?"
She pouted her lower lip when she calculated the time.
Huh. He's very good at a death-glare.
Jazz blinked and looked over at Agony when the familiar dashed around and broke stuff. He was easily frightened by Iugo, wasn't he? How did such a frightening man have such a cowardly familiar? Then again, how come Jasmine had such a rebellious bird-brain like Hades? Familiars and their Boogies didn't have all that much in common sometimes, though sometimes it made perfect sense. Like Luther and that monster of a dog...Gwi-li-something-or-other.
And I'm still clinging to him, aren't I.
"So...um..." Jasmine let her grip on the male Boogie's shirt loosen, but she didn't let go. She didn't want to, but if this was making Iugo uncomfortable...but his arm was still there. Why did he move it? Or pull away? Why didn't she? Because I like him in that way? Even if I didn't tell him before, he knows...
...
Dammit.
With a deep breath, and a big mental shove, gold eyes looked up and locked into the 'good' doctor's almost-chocloate ones. It was a stretch...but she wanted to say it at least once. For the hell of it.
"Iugo...? I...I love you..."
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Dec 29, 2010 19:24:25 GMT -5
"The fat can add flavor, but only in the correct ratios," He pointed out, eying his meal. "The fast food industry just happens to ripen them too quickly sometimes. But a few months here should whip them into an edible taste." He took note of the pout and found it... odd. It wasn't attractive, but he did not loathe it. It did annoy him though... Why? He couldn't place his finger on it, but it did. Keeping the thought to himself, he felt his shirt grow lax under her grip. She had released him somewhat, but why?
Then the magic words flew the air and to his ears.
Iugo visibly stiffened at those words. Very rarely did he hear such a combination of the Common language put together in such a fashion. The beginning was not hard to come by when talking to a greedy boogie or a child whining to go home. The third was also not an oddity. Found in every day sentences! It was the middle word that tied it all together in such a strange, intangible way that made him cringe.
How often had he heard those words? Less than some for sure. Humans could be said saying it to one another, reveling in their unofficial bond to one another. Boogies sometimes said it about an item, food, or slave they adored. A good piece of equipment could be worthy of infatuation, no doubt. To him? Iugo could not recall a time when anyone ever spoke such words to him. His mother and father had shown their love through actions and kind words, but he could not remember the actual use of the word 'love' towards him.
Surely he cared for this woman, this was true. Jasmine obviously kept Iugo in her thoughts enough to show such deep, profound, and confusing emotions. His stiff body took a step back, the arm sliding off her shoulder as the surprise from her previous statement melted in a perplexed look. "You...?" Nothing that came to mind that he could say clicked any thoughts together to link what the words meant. He continued his retreat, phasing only for an instant if the pull from his backpedal was not enough to free him.
Several times he tried to speak and several times he failed to get past the second syllable. Iugo's eyes searched her face for clues of what she could mean by this. The words themselves, by definition, he understood clearly. The sentence structure he also understood, a complete sentence with millions of meaning he could not grasp at. Caring for someone was one thing, but did he actually love anything?
Finally he managed to speak, but it was far from flattering or air of high intellect he gave when speaking. "...what?" His voice wasn't shaky, but the confusion rang loud and true.
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Dec 30, 2010 12:32:18 GMT -5
Confessions of love were never Jasmine's strong suit. How many times had she ever told someone? Once. Far as she could remember. And that had had a whole other meaning to it. Only ever to Pax, her daughter...easy does it, Jazz. Those memories are better left untouched right now. Gold eyes blinked as the doctor pulled back just a little, then more, even when he phased to get away. She knew saying 'I love you' wasn't easy.
But...whoa, Iugo seemed to have quite the aversion to it.
The plum woman gave the 'good' doctor a look of disbelief. "What do you mean 'what'?" she said quietly. Was he really this dense? No way, any sane (or insane, for Iugo) person should know what 'love' was. Even if he'd never heard it directed at him. Most likely. Definitely. But why in the world would be be so disbelieving? Jazz was cute, young, and obviously in love. Well, maybe not that young. But she was in love.
"Iugo, I love you," Jazz said with a little more vigor than before, taking a step towards the retreated male Boogie, "You...know what love is, don't you? Love? A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person...?" Now she was quoting the dictionary. It made her blush a little using silly smoochy words like 'tender'...
...and 'passionate'...
Oh boy.
"...so...yeah...I like you in that way. Love you. Y'know."
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Dec 30, 2010 22:30:13 GMT -5
"Of course I know what the term 'love' means!" Iugo snapped, a familiar angry spark in his eyes and tone. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" He asked, gladly redirecting his confusion into rage. It had been torturous enough to have to admit she was one person who he would not skin alive, or like, as some called it, but now she was wanting him to babble forth like a nimrod about love? He watched her with a more serious look now, almost an angry one. And on top of that she insulted his intellect.
"Explain it to me," He finally said after a moment of near-glare. "What of my arsenal of charming traits most stood out to you?" He asked, placing both hands on the top of his cane. He leaned forward, looking over his glasses at Jasmine. Her beauty was something to consider, but not if she was so... needy of him saying something mushy at every turn! The brown eyes observed her with an unfair hardness, before softening slightly.
"Look... I do like you," He muttered, averting his gaze as he felt his cheeks warm up again. Iugo closed his eyes, as to make sure he didn't have to make eye contact. "I just... don't know," He said, the intensity of his voice dropping dramatically. The hand with the cooling blood ran through his hair and then rubbed his cheek in thought. "I'm new to this alright?" He finally snapped. It wasn't directed necessarily at Jasmine, but he turned away at this, moving slowly further into the lab.
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Dec 31, 2010 9:09:25 GMT -5
Jasmine almost jumped a foot backward at that snap. For once she'd been a little surprised, and had shown it, but Iugo's angry outbreaks. First time for everything. After a second of blinking, that sly grin she so often wore appeared back on her person. "You don't want me to answer that, dear one." She poked at his ego with her words, before taking another step closer. He kept retreating. It wasn't that she was going to pin him or anything, she just wanted to be a little closer to him.
"Explain it..." this time the smile twitched into that pondering pout and stayed like that for a while. Explain...how? How she felt? No...why she felt that way. What about Iugo was his selling point to her? Well... "I guess it's because you're intelligent," Jazz started, well aware of her own heating face, "You're pretty good looking, covered in blood or not...all be it you're a total mental case...but..." insert sly smile here, "I like that about you, Iu-go-nuts."
Call me crazy, too, I guess.
Again, Iugo was very cute when he was blushing, even if it was like a rabid dog deciding to wag its tail and lick your face. He was such a child sometimes...reminded her she was 8,000 years older than he was. Man. I'm a cougar. The next step Jasmine took forward was more of a leap, so she was within arms length of the doctor yet again. The smile just would not go away. "It's okay, I'm new to this whole going-for-men things," she put her little hand to her chin, "Used to only go for women."
Gee, Shae is rubbing off on me.
Wonder how awkward I can make him feel.
"Though....it's been about 500 years since my last girlfriend...and now I've found you...but you're different. And I don't just mean you don't have breasts or anything like that."
...yup. Pretty awkward.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Dec 31, 2010 10:19:52 GMT -5
The prodding of his pride did it's magic. Iugo's lips twitched into a snarl when she spoke, but still he did not look at her. How dare she? Iugo was aware of her jesting... But today was a bad sort of day to jest. Most of his days held little emotions besides the joy of killing and the hatred of others. Again and again he reminded himself that he liked this woman. And she still pressed on, wanting more from him. What more could Jasmine want?! Women... pfft, He thought, having heard cliche tales that they were not the easiest creatures to get along with.
Her explanation seemed valid enough... Though, he hardly cared about his own looks. He thought of himself as decent enough to be in public, but not so beautiful to be held in such a high standard. Iugo was obviously irked at the pet name, as he gave a soft growl at it and another twitch. Was it not bad enough already? And insanity?! He knew he may be a little less stable than some in Wonderland, but that didn't mean he was insane, not by any boogies standards! Iugo just happened to enjoy his hobbies with great vigor.
As she closed the distance Iugo faced her again, eyes open. There that lip was again... Iugo did not hate being close to her, but he was not ready to admit that. Doctor Cut 'Ems almost even took another step back. It was a habit. Most boogies that approached him quickly were not allies. Jasmine managed to snatch all of Iugo's attention when her sexuality was declared. His mouth dropped for a moment, wanting to ask, but stopped. That would be rude... right?
The mention of their differences broke his restraints though The blood hand moved forth and a single, crimson finger was placed over her lips. "Please, I don't need the details. I know the differences between me and the other sex, thank you," He grumbled, the blush leaving his face again. Yes, it was awkward for Jasmine to speak freely of her other partners, as Iugo was still fresh to this sort of game. And how long ago? OH, that's right... almost his entire lifetime ago... This was the first time he truly felt the gap in age from Jasmine.
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Dec 31, 2010 10:44:10 GMT -5
Jasmine almost laughed at the face Iugo was giving her. Was it really that shocking to talk about her sexuality? With Shaehern it had been so simply. 'Hi, I'm the token lesbian'. Done. Then again, that had been Shae, the mystical magical flamboyant fruit basket of Wonderland. But Iugo danced with dead bodies. After that, plus the fact that most Boogies were bisexual or more, being gay or bi was just part of the universe. Like air.
Then of course he put a finger to her lips.
Gold eyes narrowed a little in irritation. She hated when somebody did this. Just because she's short...she was not young enough to treat like a child! Good God! Plus there was blood on his hands. If Iugo stained her dress she'd have to kick his ass. Jasmine was about to pull her head back and say something witty...
...hmm...
Without so much as a second thought, the plum woman leaned up a little bit and caught Iugo's finger in her mouth. Just for a second before she pulled back and licked her lips. Blood didn't bother her, unless it was somebody she was close to. It was tasty too.
Curse Boogie tastebuds.
But that was fun~
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Dec 31, 2010 11:35:41 GMT -5
At least he got her to be quiet for a little bit... Then she pulled her little stunt. It was... interesting. Most men would find the obvious meaning behind it what caught their eye. Iugo was no idiot ( in most aspects) but he saw something beyond it. She had cleaned his bloody finger dry. The small smear on her lips was better than any lipstick the human world could craft.His mouth almost dropped from the sight. Luck for Iugo, he managed to keep his jaw clenched until he regained his composure.
She was a nice girl, he could tell himself that. Attractive as well. What topped it off was her toleration of blood. There were some women out there that could not handle the sight of the liquid. That would cause a problem if they ever intended to get this close to Dr. Nationis. Iugo couldn't help but smile down at the child boogie. Perhaps that pout wasn't so bad? No, no, it still was.
"Should I note that you like your blood fresh?" He asked, looking at the girl's body still on the table. Seeing it made one thought very clear to him:
He was so damn hungry.
"Could we move this over to the table, Jasmine?" Iugo asked, only thinking of his meal. Other implications could be made, but when a man gets hungry, there's only one thing on his mind: food. And it would get cold if they kept playing this game of cat and mouse. The mouse wanted his cheese if the rest of his day was going to be like this.
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Dec 31, 2010 11:55:10 GMT -5
Nice, yes. Attractive, yes, she was pretty cute for a woman who looked like she was twelve. And a tolerance for blood? Long as it wasn't her friends or family who was dripping the red stuff, Jasmine had no quarrel with it. And Boogies did like blood, for food, but some liked it cooked and such. Jazz honestly preferred it cold. But being a vegan, she never ate meat, plus all the cholesterol in blood these days put her off. A woman Boogie needed to watch her figure, right?
Even if it's more likely I'll stay this tiny til I die.
Jazz did pout a little again when he didn't really react. Well, he did, but he kept it all inside. Most men she knew would have had a much more...vibrant reaction? Was vibrant the word? Oh well, subtlety was also one of Iugo's strong suits...when it came to her, at least. Gold eyes glimmered playfully and she licked that little smear from her lips again. She wasn't as messy as Iugo was.
"Chilled and bottled is more my taste. But fresh is good too," she looked at the dead body on the table and tilted her head, "Sure sure. But keep in mind that I'm in this," little pale hands pulled the edges of her white mini-gown, amused that the color was almost identical to her skin tone, "So try not to splatter on me. I like this dress very much..."
...cause it got such a lovely reaction from you~
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Jan 3, 2011 8:56:30 GMT -5
"Cold? Does it not satisfy you to have the warmth trickle down your throat as you swallow the life blood of another?" Iugo inquired, taking his own step forward. Any hope Jasmine may have had would be sorely disappointed as the second step brought him through the girl. A unearthly chill would rack Jasmine's body, possibly giving her the shivers. Having phased forward, he kept speaking. "I can understand diversity of taste and not wanting one of too much to spoil the delight of it, but chilled? You can find that in the hospital any day." Iugo stopped that the table side, fingers drumming along the side.
The brain was ruined, which was sad, but the moment had called for it. The rest of her delicious organs were intact. What to delve into first? The boogie paused, looking up and down the girl, scanning for what would be the most ample place to start. She had no outstanding features besides less than half a skull, which meant he would do what he normally did: Pull something out of the torso and start there. His hand moved to his empty pocket and a pang of remorse filled him for a moment. His knife was no longer in working condition. At least not his favorite one. As much as he loved torture, he did like to avoid messes when there was no one to intimidate.
His eyes moved left and right under his glasses, scanning for anything that could be used to cut into the corpse. Sighing, he turned around again, walking further away from Jasmine as he went to a mobile drawer, rummaging around for something that could work. "Your dress?" Iugo repeated, not quite understanding the value of it. "I'm sure it can be replaced if anything happens to it. And thank you for assuming that I am a messy eater. The only reason I tore into that child the day you found me was because I was near starvation. I have some tact, you know," He said casually, taking out odd metal objects whose uses could not be for healing. His tone was not angry or sarcastic and held no ill will towards Jasmine.
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Jan 3, 2011 19:30:18 GMT -5
Dear lord, who would have thought talking about your taste in blood would be as common and calm as talking about the weather, or which wine one preferred. Jasmine paused as she contemplated her choice, though said contemplation was halted the moment Iugo phased through her. Again her little body froze up and she shuddered...not entirely because it was cold to have the Boogie man go right through her. It was more of the memory of the first time he'd done it that caused her to shake. 'Cept that had been more...well...yeah.
Brushing off the feeling the plum lady turned to watch as Iugo observed his future meal. "I guess I just like my drink chilled, good Doctor. Like one does some sake or wine," while the man was walking to find some decent silverware, Jazz brushed her little hand against the lifeless one of the humans. There was a pang in her chest, but not because of this child. Nor was it because she realized the similarity in the size of their little hands.
Pax.
"Anyway..." Jasmine shook her head quickly and pulled her hand back to her side before walking around to the girl's feet. She had a look of gentle remorse on her face, which quickly vanished. "It's not that it can't be replaced...I know that. I just like it. Something you like can be replaced, but it still isn't that thing you're replacing, is it?...and again...sorry about the knife. I figure it meant something to you..." Pale hands touched the child's ankles before pulling both her hands to her chest.
Pax...must have been in pain like this...
Stop it! Enough brooding for one evening!
Jazz couldn't look at the body much longer, so she turned on her heel and hopped over to where Iugo was, spotting a scalpel among the cuts'em'up supplies and picking it up. It was humorously large in her hold. "You could cut my arm off with this thing," she was joked, spinning the metal torture-instrument playfully.
Of course right on cue she dropped the damn thing and ended up cutting her palm a little. "Mother effin'..." Ignoring the blade, Jasmine pulled her palm to her mouth and licked at the wound. It wasn't that bad, but she was bleeding just a bit.
Damn little fingers.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Jan 4, 2011 7:23:52 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I know not of that sort of thing," Iugo's hands carefully looked through the assorted knives and toys, his hand almost to touch the scalpel before Jasmine took it away from him. He did not show it, but it irked him at the comedic timing she had. Perhaps it would be rare. "I tend to stay away from alcohol of all sorts. I hate the idea of having my senses dulled and not remember what acts of idiocy I would perform." The brown eyes watched her, at his side, leaning on his cane again.
He saw the familiar crimson but did not react immediately. In the lovely world of Doctor Nationis it was usually his goal to not stop the bleeding unless he was thirsty. A moment passed before he realized whose blood that was. "Don't play with knives," Iugo scolded, opening another draw on the cabinet, this one much lower. In fact, he had to turn his cane around to reach the bottom drawer, the least used. A small tray of white gauze lay neatly and untouched. Bending down, he grabbed a pad and a bandage, not sure how serious the cut was.
He also snatched up the blade, noting he would need a new one since this one touched the dirty floor. Most would assume that dirty meant the many pools of blood that had occurred, but Iugo was thinking more along the lines of what Agony dragged in at awful hours in the night. Standing up straight, he tossed the blade on top of his mobile container with a loud clatter, rattling all the metal in and on it. The bandage was much quieter as it landed noiselessly next to the scalpel.
With more cane trickey Iugo had hooked a rolling seat and pulled it under him, sitting comfortably at a level to do his work. Cane set down, the boogie grabbed Jasmine's wrist and pulled her palm toward his face. He moved it around the light and dabbed the wound with the gauze, ruining the pure white cloth. "You taunted it, my dear," Iugo muttered, looking at the wound over his glasses. "You'll live," It came a moment after his first comment, putting pressure on the wound with the gauze. "It should stop bleeding soon." The crazed doctor now sat at eye level with Jasmine and a sly grin started growing across his face. "I'm sure you were just trying to impress me by how warm you blood is. It was a sweet thing to do, but I assure you that I don't need you spilling your blood for me, Jasmine."
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Jan 5, 2011 20:13:50 GMT -5
It wasn't so much of the quickness of Iugo's actions that surprised the little woman. It wasn't being scolded, or the fact that she still had a neat little slice in her hand. It was the fact that Iugo, Doctor Cuts'em, had gauze in his cabinet. Which begged the question...why? It seemed completely out of character for him to have anything involving healing in this room, even if he was a doctor. Though the fact that it appeared completely untouched and was on the absolute bottom shelf made it a little more believable.
Maybe he uses it for bondage if nothing else is available.
Jasmine kept her hand close to her face, still catching stray ribbons of crimson where it flowed. She didn't want to get her dress dirty. When Iugo had maneuvered his cane and chair trick, quite well actually, she held out the injured hand and let him look at it. It was amusing to the plum Boogie how tiny her hand was in his...and in a way, she was very, very happy with this situation. Sure she had a little cut, and to Iugo it was just being a doctor and fixing her up...but...
...he's holding my hand...
Soon as she thought that, her face got horribly, horribly hot.
"Thanks," Jazz lifted the hand not being 'healed' and coughed into it, avoiding the eye-contact and that sly grin on Iugo's face. He was being snarky, was he? After a pause, Jasmine smiled like a cat in the canary cage and looked at her crush-male-friend-thing and winked at him, pointing a finger and pressing it to her lips. "'The best blood will at some time get into a fool or a mosquito'." The girl had a talent in quotes and things like that. "I'd much rather mine end up on the floor than in either."
She paused, letting that little pout-lip show again as she looked at the good doctor's grin. "Iugo, why do you bleed blue? I know Boogies who are blue, and Boogies raised with 'blue blood'...but you're the first to take it to the literal level. Is it...genetic?"
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