Log; ongoing

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When; Today, evening.
Rating; PG-13? You never know with Dietrich.
Characters; Radu Barvon (flammenschwert) and Dietrich von Lohengrin (evilsincebirth).
Summary; Dietrich meets Radu at Subway Panic.
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Purposely, Dietrich allowed Radu to fence by himself a couple of days before he decided to pick him up. He wanted to hear him nearly begging for assistance, to feel the dependency and need to attach himself to a familiar face, unfriendly as it was.

He liked to wear black, even outside his uniform. His clothes were stylish and modern and made him appear younger like a teenager. He grinned when he spotted the taller man after he descended the footsteps. How much he would stand his mindgames this time around? Dietrich hoped he wouldn't be boring.

"Miss me?" he asked, waving at Radu as he advanced amongst the crowd of people. He stopped not too far from him, clicking his feet together and smirking broadly at his broken puppet.

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Expected as the meeting was, Radu couldn't fight a certain discomfort at the prospect, the more time passed. Dietrich taking his time wasn't exactly an uncommon thing, and this was exactly the point that worried him.

Nonetheless, he employed his best composure even when he was presented with the Puppetmaster's mockingly cheerful greeting; this smirk was unnerving. After having spent two days and nights at the subway station, he was in no condition anymore to hold back his annoyance.

"You're rather late," he remarked, teeth gritted in anger at Dietrich's nonchalance. Compared to the well-groomed Terran, he gave a rather poor image at the moment, and the sickness rising inside him when he looked at the familiar face wasn't helping matters either. He took a breath, decided to calm down before things would turn out ugly already, and looked away with his arms crossed. "Are you going to tell me what is going on now?"

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"I'm right on time," Dietrich disagreed with a light headshake. He tossed Radu a rolled blue handkerchief with a comb and a single haemoglobin capsules within. He had used Isaak's laboratory to create some of them, to bribe Radu into further compliance. "I had to bring you food. They don't sell these on the streets, you know."

He looked at his watch and glanced at his inferior to the eyes. "Fix yourself, then we'll speak."

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Radu was rather more grateful for the capsule than he let on, because when if Methuselah only had to consume blood occasionally, two days entirely without any supply at hand were rather worrisome, and he was not sure if the restlessness he felt was really all made up by his own mind.

He took the comb and pill and disappeared wordlessly in the lavatory. Swallowing a haemoglobin pill with only a handful of water was certainly not the most pleasant thing to do, but the effect was immediate. He took his time combing his hair and washing his face, adjusting his clothes to make a more or less serious impression again, although there was something slightly bothersome about wearing the Imperial uniform he had been killed in.

When he returned to Dietrich, his initial disgust had subsided; it aws not as if the situation was entirely new, after all. He gave the handkerchief and comb back, and finally asked what had been bothering him ever since his awakening in the city. "You weren't the one who brought me back, and that's why I'm in control of myself, right?"

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"Wasn't I?" Dietrich asked, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful way. "I wonder..." His fingers flicked, invisible biowires attaching to Radu's nervous system without giving any sensation of change. Not yet. He found Radu as easy to control as he was in life and "unlife" outside the City, probably because he was an used doll.

Dietrich circled Radu, a serene smile playing on his features. "Kneel, Flammenschwert," he commanded in spoken word and to his restored limbs as he stopped before him, leaning on, mouth close his ear. A little of invasion of space never hurt.

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Radu didn't realise the newly attached wires, and even if he had realised a difference, it was not like he fully understood how Dietrich was able to control bodies, living or dead. It had never been his business anyway, and all Dietrich had ever dropped were mere hints bout his powers which Radu, without much knowledge about Lost Technology and the like, could not use anyway.

As he watched the Terran circling him, his expression darkened to a scowl. There was a mute alarm ringing in his nerves only when Dietrich approached him, a signal acquired from experience rather than an open thread in Dietrich's posture.

For a moment, he contemplated whether he should just stand there unmoved, fighting the urge to withdraw when Dietrich leaned in, or resist his command more directly. The decision was taken from him seconds later, when his knees hit the ground without his command. He blinked in surprise, and then with dawning horror realised what was happening.

No. Not of all things... He was still controlling him.

"You-" he breathed, words cut off when his anger seemed to choke him. He threw a hateful glare at the Puppet Master's face, his terror hidden behind a far too fragile wall of fury. He had so many words, so many curses and threats to throw against Dietrich's accurced smile, but his anger choked him and his horror drained the feeling from his limbs. He bit his teeth together hard to hold back an outcry of rage and frustration, and looked away. "Then it was you? Is this yet another artificial body?"