BattleNymph
06-15-2007, 01:47 PM
With a yawn Aefe glanced around her and then tapped at the painted metal door lightly. It had been a while since she’d been back here. But, the place never seemed to change. The door was still an ugly, mind sapping shade of mustard yellow. Seemed even in the institutions of higher learning, people never learned.
A faint response from inside and she opened the door and slipped into the room. The room itself looked like something from a mad scientists sanctum. Books covered shelves at one end, but the rest was filled with odd bits of glass and metal. Aefe knew from her time here that each of these things had a function, not all of them lawful however.
The older man occupying the chair behind the desk had started to move when she’d come in, but as he saw who it was, put his feet back on the desk and pulled open the drawer next to him.
“Aefe! Always one of my favorite students. Haven’t seen you for a while. What brings you here?
She smiled at him and quirked an eyebrow as he pulled out some papers and a small bag of green.
“Still imbibing I see. Haven’t they kicked your butt out of here yet for possession?”
He sniffed in disdain as he rolled the joint. “I have tenure.” A quick lick and then a light. “And regardless, even if they did actually notice I’d just write myself a prescription.”
Aefe grinned and shook her head. Professor Lampson never changed. A rebel to the end, he had introduced her to the wonders of blood pathology, and the wonders of marijuana at the same time.
As she accepted the joint from him she leaned back and sighed. “This isn’t a social call professor. I need some help.”
“Oh? Got yourself into trouble again? I keep telling you the hard stuff will do you in.”
Aefe grimaced… she had started using again to hold the nightmares at bay but she wasn’t about to tell him that. Not when she needed him to take her seriously. “I have it under control. Don’t worry. What I actually have is some blood that needs testing.”
He perked up a little at that. Finishing the roll of his own he delayed lighting it to ask, “Bring me something interesting?”
“Possibly a new disease. One that is spread through biting and massively changes the victims physiology.”
He snorted at that. “Don’t tell me you’ve brought me werewolf blood.”
“Um…. No…. zombie.”
The look he gave her was skeptical, and then piercing. “You believe this. Tell me about it.”
“I witnessed it. The zombie I believe was initially dead, but when it bit a living person, something perhaps in the saliva spread to the living person, beginning to change them in a big way. I have samples of a person who was bit, before any treatment and samples of the blood and saliva of the zombie.”
He tilted his head. “Well, I think you’ve been taking a little something,… but this could be interesting. Let’s go take a look.”
A faint response from inside and she opened the door and slipped into the room. The room itself looked like something from a mad scientists sanctum. Books covered shelves at one end, but the rest was filled with odd bits of glass and metal. Aefe knew from her time here that each of these things had a function, not all of them lawful however.
The older man occupying the chair behind the desk had started to move when she’d come in, but as he saw who it was, put his feet back on the desk and pulled open the drawer next to him.
“Aefe! Always one of my favorite students. Haven’t seen you for a while. What brings you here?
She smiled at him and quirked an eyebrow as he pulled out some papers and a small bag of green.
“Still imbibing I see. Haven’t they kicked your butt out of here yet for possession?”
He sniffed in disdain as he rolled the joint. “I have tenure.” A quick lick and then a light. “And regardless, even if they did actually notice I’d just write myself a prescription.”
Aefe grinned and shook her head. Professor Lampson never changed. A rebel to the end, he had introduced her to the wonders of blood pathology, and the wonders of marijuana at the same time.
As she accepted the joint from him she leaned back and sighed. “This isn’t a social call professor. I need some help.”
“Oh? Got yourself into trouble again? I keep telling you the hard stuff will do you in.”
Aefe grimaced… she had started using again to hold the nightmares at bay but she wasn’t about to tell him that. Not when she needed him to take her seriously. “I have it under control. Don’t worry. What I actually have is some blood that needs testing.”
He perked up a little at that. Finishing the roll of his own he delayed lighting it to ask, “Bring me something interesting?”
“Possibly a new disease. One that is spread through biting and massively changes the victims physiology.”
He snorted at that. “Don’t tell me you’ve brought me werewolf blood.”
“Um…. No…. zombie.”
The look he gave her was skeptical, and then piercing. “You believe this. Tell me about it.”
“I witnessed it. The zombie I believe was initially dead, but when it bit a living person, something perhaps in the saliva spread to the living person, beginning to change them in a big way. I have samples of a person who was bit, before any treatment and samples of the blood and saliva of the zombie.”
He tilted his head. “Well, I think you’ve been taking a little something,… but this could be interesting. Let’s go take a look.”