There, now that wasn’t so hard wasn’t it doori dearest? All Maddox had to do was slam in it a few times in fury and the weaker wall around it gave in, causing the door to thud inward. She didn’t even have to throw a grenade or anything at it. And least the bang from the door was louder than the ‘thud’ of the box hiding the scientist's metal head, or the ‘bang’ of his skull creating a literal crater in the ground. Behind the confident silhouette of light making her features dark to anyone inside the lab came extra forms of their nosy guildmates around the edge of the destroyed door. They were gawping in horror at the scene, and wrinkling their nose in disgust at the man’s smell. Maddox for her part was unconcerned, her own body smelled worse ever since her… modifications (not that she would EVER say such a thing out loud) so her sense of smell was rather... compromised. She was also not as horrified as her fellows since she had literally seen Faustein melt several of his body parts and often casually shed his skin like a snake on multiple occasions. He was simply being dramatic. Which was unacceptable, Maddox was the dramatic one between the two.
Stepping forward to the prone, moaning form, Maddox threw the box off his face onto a countertop nearby (near that gods awful creepy ‘BFF Shrine’ he had of them, which she would destroy again later only for him to reconstruct) and peeled back an eye, ignoring any mumbled comment he made. They were completely bloodshot, and his pulse was sporadic, which shouldn’t be possible seeing as he was mostly magitek. But she knew the symptoms. Foolstein had gotten too into his research on forgot one of the few things he supposedly needed to live; coffee. It was blessedly stupid. But… a good opportunity for a bit of revenge. The man could hardly function at the moment (unless he was actually in danger she presumed) let alone able to bother her as usual. That means for once she could take the lead in how things go, the overbear buffoon. “Well darlings, it looks like the dear Doctor is compromised at the moment. Beautiful.”
She chirped in her deep voice to her terror-stricken guildmates. “In light of our little deal, I’ll take the good doctor on a valentine outing. We shall be near the safe house in Rose Garden.”
She decided, and the one who made a bet looked at the Plague Doctor as if she was insane, then nodding in muted agreement. They were all probably a bit thrown by her mood swing, but whatever, they could deal. Valentines Day fun and a chance to mess with Fausty a bit? Glorious.
Grinning under her mask Maddox quickly grabbed the good doctors’ gross robes and used her Saving Grace she planted earlier to teleport to an Elysium safe house in Rose Garden “Come now Fausty, let’s make you nice and pretty.”
She cooed at the groaned man, using some magical object and a hairbrush to get rid of the worse of the grime and style his hair a bit, magic soap doing the rest. She was tempted to put some make-up on, socially male-friendly of course the type male models and actors put on to look better in front of the lac-camera, but decided against it. She wanted to go shopping~! “Come Fausty, the fun has just started~! Oh, and you have brought your jewels, yes?”
Maddox asks uselessly as she drags the man by the collar into a men’s appeal store wonderfully decorated with valentine’s day colours. Thus, began the two hours of picking out clothes for a half-dead Faustein, shoving him into a dressing room, and wheedling him with the opportunity of coffee to come to get him to change several times until Maddox was pleased with the outfit, she picked for him. She was very much enjoying herself, mostly since the boutique offered free champagne, which Maddox indulged herself in. Tasteful, fashionable and perfectly acceptable for the day's holiday. Really, she outdid herself. Then spent another two hours with a blearily staring Fausty as she dragged him to a woman’s apparel store and showed a few outfits she would like. Because of her condition, Maddox couldn’t wear them, but looking and dreaming was fine. Not that she didn’t buy a few things to alter later, and induced in even more champagne. Also, the cyborg probably realized she was trolling him when after she got bored harassing the snooty sales ladies, she simply dark reequipped a cute pink dress made to withstand her skin condition and marched out of the store with him.
By the time they got out into the streets, it was mid-afternoon and the festival was in full swing. “Well, I supposed I lead you on enough for now.”
She said with faux sweetness after leaving him on his lonesome for a bit. Really, she was done and almost grateful for his tolerance. Not that he was actually tolerating anything, just too decaffeinated to protest. Still, in her hands was a steaming cup of pink coloured nectar of the dark gods, aka extreme dark roast coffee. It was gone from her hands before she could comprehend it, but she didn’t mind. Though he was saying creepier stuff to it than he usually said to her. “Well, if you have had enough, I supposed we are done for the day… Not! There is much too much to do!”
She declared, a bit on the tipsy side and happy about it. Though now that he was caffeinated, she supposed she might enjoy it a bit less since he was sane enough to annoy her again. But that was also interesting, and zombie Fausty would have gotten boring after a while. Plus, she probably needed some date proof so she wouldn’t lose the bet and have to fork over a bunch of jewels. Looking around for a good enough ‘date’ event (and completely ignoring the kissing booth) Maddox spotted a good enough one. Grabbing his wrist, she dragged the man to something involving a sweater. It looked stupid. She wanted to try it! “Come on!”
She said, Grabbing a pink sweater with red stripes and hearts on it. “And don’t forget to take pictures!”
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