Some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Now finished and open for questions!

[Lord Windos]

(Sans first name is pronounced San- SILL- ski- ya. And no, you didn't make things worse for her.... cause he already was planning on telling her exactly her situation. Hehehehe....)

Sans chuckled, both at the subdued tone of her voice and the curiosity of their hitherto unknown fate; ever the scientist, it appears. While he expected far more volitile and vulgar reaction from the walking thermonuclear disaster, it appears that a little time in the Education Center has already done wonders for her attitude. There might be hope for her yet...depending on how thing proceed from here.

He straighten up from his position, and crossed both arms across his chest, the bulky, black material of the robe giving nothing away of his build. His slight laughter started to petter out, and he tilt his head at her, faux curiosity radiating from body language. "My, my, ever inquisitive, even in the face of your correctional therapy. I though your first question would be about the well-being of your 'family', but appear that even the minuscule amount of credit I gave you was disproportionate. Or maybe CURIE is still there, somewhere, still concerned only for herself and that THING she created," he said condescendingly, a his voice calm and fostering a smug lint.

Despite her best attempt as masking her emotion, he could still see the flash of horror play out on her face at the though of Vitor's and Kellyn's safety. He quietly snorted to himself at that; despite her lack of empathy for the people she affected, she somehow still has enough of a heart to give a damn about them. 'Ugh, how very, very gualling. She still has pretension of compassion, despite her apathy towards others she harmed. If she has the capacity to care so much about her family, then why.....?' He banished the though; the time for that line of question will come to pass soon enough.

Tsking, he spoke once more, though this time more gruffly. "Well, since you didn't ask, and I can see your worried- don't try to hide it, I can see through you like thin sheet of cellulose- your husband and son are doing alright. Last time I checked, Vitor is still attending the Sinnoh Breeder's Conferance, trying to showcase the result of our shiny research project. The little angel that he is, he's probably swamped by adoring fans by now," He put a (cloaked) hand on his (still shroaded) face, and sighed. He hates that, no matter what, Vitor and his father will be harmed, but he assure himself it is for the best. It has to be, right? He know he is not the only one wanting to bring justice to the nuclear bitch, and now the time is ripe . . . . .

"Your husband is still dealing with the situation in Snowbark Town, ever the striving hero. You could say he is a real 'Rescue Ranger', eh? Hehehehehe.... your wondering how I know all about this, right. I mean, if I was kidnapped and placed in a dark room with someone yammering about 'therapy and judgement', I'd be morbidly curious. And shitting my pant, but that is besides the point, and hey, I don't smell anything foul coming from yonder."

Sans slowly leaned forward, arms now behind his back, until he was face to face to Lucille. Staring into her eyes, he quietly said "Who do you think arranged for Vitor to leave for the conference, being trusted to conduct such a important task? What do you think cause the recent surge of criminal activity all away across the region, far away from here? Rather convenient that, only a few month after our last 'talk', that something big came up and called your 'love' away? Why was it that no-one has bothered you in these trying times, despite your importance as the 'Nuclear Scientist'?" He leaned further, his head going past he face and towards her left ear. Getting even closer, until she could feel the breath leaving his mouth, damping her earlobe.

"It was me. I have been watching you ever since you first made you way into society again, manipulating everything around and about you. Death threats, murder attempts, even open discrimination, are thing that I prevented, all to try to restore the peace and social order caused by the irradiated mess you left. I sacrificed my own feelings, and thousands of others happiness, just to spare Tandor from another massive political scandal. Well, until now, that is," he said to her, his voice low and melodious, like a sinster song snaking its way into her mind. "Now, after I got the chance to get to know you a little more, have decided that you have really learned anything since then. Your still the same selfish, uncaring, neurotic woman that gave birth to CURIE, and now there is no better time than to do something about it."

He, very slowly, returned to his standing position, giving the *Censored, my job is never done* so much undeserved space. He smiled at her, but she could not see that, so instead he florished his hand and gave his voice a more 'joyous' tone. "Ah, but I have kept you waiting, have I? What AM I going to do with you, now. You have been such a bad scientist, I had to plan for month on the best treatment option to give you~! I finally decide on a little...character exercise, since you seem ever so deficient in that. If you want to know more, well, we can get started..... that is, if you don't have anymore questions." Sans sighed dramatic at last part, throwing up his hand in exasperation. He said he was going to enjoy it, so he was going to damn well milk this whole setup until the udders have been thoroughly withered and pinched off.

So he lowered his hands, this time linking his robed sleeves together in front of him, and stared at his captive audience, head tilted in mock expectation.

(Well, who knew that he could be such a good conservationist? Oh wait, that right! Hehehehehehehehehe...)