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A perfect experiment, with perfect results, that was what he needed. No more half animated zombies, no more pathetic half-life rodents. No, He needed the perfect experiment to go down in the history books. His discovery in immortality was nothing, because he'd never been able to recreate whatever it was that prolonged his own life. He needed something BIGGER, something far GREATER than mere immortality. Bringing the dead back to life, it was a stereotypical experiment. He knew, because they'd already learnt how to do that. After all, defibrillation was essentially that very thing. It was a vain and stupid experiment. They wondered why Frankenstein's monster had been mentally challenged, he'd been dead for far too long, the brain was damaged, neurological pathways destroyed. No, what he wanted to do had to be far greater than that. He needed to make history. But how?
Professor Ezekiel Von Ludwigsten sorted through his papers in search of an answer to his dilemma. He scratched his head, frowning. Something was missing. Then he remembered, tossing his papers frantically off the desk in search of the jar. 'Oh dear, where did I put that? Stupid stupid organ, always running off.' He muttered to himself, searching under the desk now. A knock on his door made him bump his head as he looked up. Rubbing his cranium, the professor continued his search for the missing jar. 'Enter.' He called, and the large metal door opened with a groan of hinges. A young woman with dark hair and pale skin stood in the doorway. 'Ah, Gwynith, how can I help you?' He asked, without looking over at her.
The woman frowned a little. 'Professor Ludwigsten, are you quite alright?' She asked, an Irish accent playing on her tongue. The professor nodded. 'Yes, yes, I've just lost my brain again. It was right here, and now it's vanished. Could you be a dear and take a look among the preserved body parts?' He gestured to a large glass covered cabinet filled with jars containing various organs and body parts all floating in a viscous blue liquid. Gwynith started searching through the jars, turning them to face her so that she could read the labels, grimacing a little at some of the contents. 'I don't see it, professor.' She said, a little apologetically. Ludwigsten frowned, standing up straight and scratching his head. 'Oh where on earth could it have got to? You don't suppose those little devil children have been playing in here again do you?' He sighed, shaking his head a little, hands on hips now as he scanned the room. Gwynith smiled ever so slightly. 'I don't believe so Professor. I haven't seen them in this area of the house for days.' The frown deepened, causing a well-worn crease between the scientist's brows. 'Then where on Earth could it be?' Or off earth, though Gwynith with a soft sigh. Aloud she said, 'I'll see if any of the others have seen it, professor.' The scientist looked at her in surprise, then smiled. 'Thank you Gwynith, I much appreciate it.' The banshee smiled politely and walked out of the laboratory, wondering where the best place to start looking for the professor's brain would be.
The banshee made no noise as she glided along the corridor, her footsteps light, barely touching the floor. The professor's brain disappearing was a common occurrence among the Isolrah household. It was highly likely that one of the skeletons had found it and forgotten to give it back to him again. Still, there was no harm in looking, so she headed for the library to begin her search.
The library was a large room, almost as large as the grand hall, with bookshelves towering high above the floor, reaching up to three levels in some places. Books were stacked on chairs, under tables, propping up wobbly shelves, each jumbled as much as the next. Gwynith loved the library, the way it was all compressed yet in such a way that its grandeur was impossible to escape. There were rooms among the shelves, entire areas that you couldn't see unless you really looked. It was a whole world in its own. And that was part of the reason why is was her favourite place to be.
Upon entering the library, the young banshee began to scan her surroundings. 'Now where should I start?' She wondered aloud.
(the kind of image I have for the library ~ http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/...02/enhanced-buzz-wide-17843-1361567509-12.jpg )
A perfect experiment, with perfect results, that was what he needed. No more half animated zombies, no more pathetic half-life rodents. No, He needed the perfect experiment to go down in the history books. His discovery in immortality was nothing, because he'd never been able to recreate whatever it was that prolonged his own life. He needed something BIGGER, something far GREATER than mere immortality. Bringing the dead back to life, it was a stereotypical experiment. He knew, because they'd already learnt how to do that. After all, defibrillation was essentially that very thing. It was a vain and stupid experiment. They wondered why Frankenstein's monster had been mentally challenged, he'd been dead for far too long, the brain was damaged, neurological pathways destroyed. No, what he wanted to do had to be far greater than that. He needed to make history. But how?
Professor Ezekiel Von Ludwigsten sorted through his papers in search of an answer to his dilemma. He scratched his head, frowning. Something was missing. Then he remembered, tossing his papers frantically off the desk in search of the jar. 'Oh dear, where did I put that? Stupid stupid organ, always running off.' He muttered to himself, searching under the desk now. A knock on his door made him bump his head as he looked up. Rubbing his cranium, the professor continued his search for the missing jar. 'Enter.' He called, and the large metal door opened with a groan of hinges. A young woman with dark hair and pale skin stood in the doorway. 'Ah, Gwynith, how can I help you?' He asked, without looking over at her.
The woman frowned a little. 'Professor Ludwigsten, are you quite alright?' She asked, an Irish accent playing on her tongue. The professor nodded. 'Yes, yes, I've just lost my brain again. It was right here, and now it's vanished. Could you be a dear and take a look among the preserved body parts?' He gestured to a large glass covered cabinet filled with jars containing various organs and body parts all floating in a viscous blue liquid. Gwynith started searching through the jars, turning them to face her so that she could read the labels, grimacing a little at some of the contents. 'I don't see it, professor.' She said, a little apologetically. Ludwigsten frowned, standing up straight and scratching his head. 'Oh where on earth could it have got to? You don't suppose those little devil children have been playing in here again do you?' He sighed, shaking his head a little, hands on hips now as he scanned the room. Gwynith smiled ever so slightly. 'I don't believe so Professor. I haven't seen them in this area of the house for days.' The frown deepened, causing a well-worn crease between the scientist's brows. 'Then where on Earth could it be?' Or off earth, though Gwynith with a soft sigh. Aloud she said, 'I'll see if any of the others have seen it, professor.' The scientist looked at her in surprise, then smiled. 'Thank you Gwynith, I much appreciate it.' The banshee smiled politely and walked out of the laboratory, wondering where the best place to start looking for the professor's brain would be.
The banshee made no noise as she glided along the corridor, her footsteps light, barely touching the floor. The professor's brain disappearing was a common occurrence among the Isolrah household. It was highly likely that one of the skeletons had found it and forgotten to give it back to him again. Still, there was no harm in looking, so she headed for the library to begin her search.
The library was a large room, almost as large as the grand hall, with bookshelves towering high above the floor, reaching up to three levels in some places. Books were stacked on chairs, under tables, propping up wobbly shelves, each jumbled as much as the next. Gwynith loved the library, the way it was all compressed yet in such a way that its grandeur was impossible to escape. There were rooms among the shelves, entire areas that you couldn't see unless you really looked. It was a whole world in its own. And that was part of the reason why is was her favourite place to be.
Upon entering the library, the young banshee began to scan her surroundings. 'Now where should I start?' She wondered aloud.
(the kind of image I have for the library ~ http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/...02/enhanced-buzz-wide-17843-1361567509-12.jpg )