[It's been a week. A week of this hated sensation of something missing, and Black Hat has grown increasingly agitated on multiple counts. Caring is contrary to his nature; he doesn't care - but he was robbed and there has been no recourse to fixing it. He couldn't find Daniel, no matter how hard he hunted. His building and broiling rage has simmered over repeatedly, and the lair is decorated with numerous clawings and scorches it distinctly did not have when Flug vanished.
Oh, it has been a week indeed. And so, once that commotion, the sound of an intrusion comes muffled down through the walls, Black Hat is in his room in a flash of flame, ready to attack and kill because the multiple mutilated humans he's shoved in a locked basement room simply aren't satisfying his need to destroy anymore.
Perhaps some small part of him is not terribly surprised to see Flug standing there, pawing his face. After all, it's midmonth. There's always something odd midmonth. That tiny part is not being heard or noticed at all, as Black Hat stares, gawking at the scientist he's made his own.]
You...?
[It has been a week, Flug. Give his feral brain a moment to catch up.]
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Oh, it has been a week indeed. And so, once that commotion, the sound of an intrusion comes muffled down through the walls, Black Hat is in his room in a flash of flame, ready to attack and kill because the multiple mutilated humans he's shoved in a locked basement room simply aren't satisfying his need to destroy anymore.
Perhaps some small part of him is not terribly surprised to see Flug standing there, pawing his face. After all, it's midmonth. There's always something odd midmonth. That tiny part is not being heard or noticed at all, as Black Hat stares, gawking at the scientist he's made his own.]
You...?
[It has been a week, Flug. Give his feral brain a moment to catch up.]