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When; Oct 4th, around 6pm
Rating; PG-13, to be safe.
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Summary; Both want information, but neither wants to say too much. Which secrets will be revealed this evening in this little private meeting at the Lab? It's all a dance, hinting at hidden darks.
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At the right time Rip van Winkle was on her way to the Lab. She wasn't completely sure what to expect, so of course her musket was accompanying her. Currently it rested against her shoulder and was held by one gloved hand only - the weigth didn't bother her.

As usual, she couldn't keep quiet - this time, though, there were other things on her mind and she only hummed the melody.

The nature of ARTEMIS was something interesting, but even a lot more so was Mister Goldsmith himself. Though while she had a few ideas about the first, Rip was confused by the latter. There were moments in which he revealed himself a friend to an open bloodlusty vampiress and colleague to him and others in which he seemed just a polite gentleman. Hopefully, this meeting would provide more clues to make sense of it all.

So she arrived at the Lab.

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Shortly before six, Solomon set aside the stack of paperwork that he was going over. So far, his experiments had been for naught, being frustratingly evasive in every attempt to find out just why death was not possible here. Being a man of science, the doctor didn't put much faith in it being purely some unexplicable supernatural result of the deities whims. Everything had an explanation. Everything.

He just had to find the right questions to ask...

Still, the meeting with the lieutenant was a nice reprieve from the endless circles he found himself going in. It was just a shame that his new potential employee didn't seem to hold any particular skills that could help him unravel the secrets that were presented to him. But it didn't mean that this Rip Van Winkle wouldn't serve some purpose.

Gazing up at the moon hanging in the sky, Solomon waited.

It only took a few moments before he sensed another approaching. He felt her at about the same time that his sensitive ears picked up on the softer tones of her voice humming some tune. Pausing, he tilted his head, puzzled by the sound of her voice and the long sway of black hair as the figure approached. Had he once again misjudged someone's gender?

The city could be a very confusing place...

Sighing, he turned and raised his hand in greeting, relieved that at least this time he hadn't found himself in quite as embarrassing a situation before noticing something was... off.

"Lieutenant?"

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Pulled from her thoughts, Rip fell silent and slowly went over to him.

"Mister Goldsmith," she said and her smile displayed the slightest hint at a full set of fangs. "What a curious place for a meeting." At this time at the Lab was not exactly a normal set-up, more something - something the Doc would do. Something Rip was used to. Which was promising~. Although he might just be nice, thinking her not able to come during the day. There were far too many weak ones in the City who could not, after all.

She studied him, trying to estimate what he was capable of. Most of the citizens seemed to have some sort of special talent, so why not him too? Especially with this sort of acquaintances! He looked harmless enough there, though.

Shifting the musket on her shoulder, Rip noticed that he hadn't shown any surprise. Normally her warhead resulted in just that, surprise and suspicion, which was the downside to taking it with her in the City.

But he had been neither! Or he was good at hiding it. Hmm... A second Xerxes? Hopefully not.

Ignoring the glimpse of sharpened teeth in the Lieutenant's mouth, his eyes instead focused on the long weapon in her hand. It's appearance was archaic compared to the semi automatic weapons of his world. It was curious, an anomaly considering that the one holding it was a vampire whose strength should have been more than enough to handle any situation.

Perhaps it was something carried out of sentimentality. Or else, there was more to it than he was seeing. Still, firearms were nothing that overly concerned the Chevalier. They did little damage, and what they could do would heal in a matter of seconds.

His mouth quirked into a polite smile, wondering if Rip intended to give him a demonstration. Why else would the Lieutenant have bothered to bring it to a simple meeting? Unless she was simply insecure, or had nowhere else to store any possessions...

"Oh? Well, we could always move our meeting to one of the local restaurants or bars if that would be more to your taste..." Glancing down the darkened city street, he idly reached up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. "I believe the Den has some booths in the back where we could comfortably speak in private."

Or maybe he did wonder, judging by his look now. Still, that had been strangely delayed! Maybe it was just a side effect of being in the City too long, though. But it was her main weapon, her beloved companion and a part of herself - neither leaving it alone too long was acceptable, nor refraining from taking it with her in situations such as these. Situations that were so unpredictable.

"The Lab might be quieter and I have yet to see it from the inside!" Besides, it had a certain charme. She glanced at the building and again the other blond scientist crept into her thoughts. Then Rip shrugged. "No point in going out to a local restaurant either, is there - unless," her voice rich with amusement, "you plan to provide tablet-free dinner?" Her half-closed eyes gave her a sleepy appearance and the question suggestiveness.

But of course, it was a purely hypothetical one, since she didn't expect him to have fresh blood available, nor was a dinner the reason for the meeting.

A tablet free dinner?

Raising a hand to his mouth, he tried to stifle the laughter that threatened to spill out. It was a strange thing after nearly 100 years of life to have someone making such a comment. And here it was the second time that such a thing was suggested.

"Now, Lieutenant... I never said that I would treat you to dinner. Although if you are hungry, I suppose I can find you some bagged blood to sip on while we talk."

Smiling, he gestured for her to walk with him. "Why don't we go inside..."

He seemed amused; that he was able to appreciate the irony of the situation was a good thing. Wanting to take a vampire into a restaurant, really now!

Though his comment surprised her a little more than she let show. Such a casual attitude! Only then did she think about it - a scientist being able to find bagged blood was not so strange. Especially one with his connections. So she took it lightly.

"That won't be necessary, I'm not," she said and combined it with a reassuring facial expression.

Rip shifted the position of her musket again, so she wouldn't have problems inside with it and walked beside him. Then they entered the Lab.

Their footfalls echoed throughout the sterile confines of the long white hallway that led to the elevators. The Lab was a strange place, only allowing certain people to certain floors without rhyme or reason. It suited the City well...

"Have you been here before, Lieutenant?" He kept walking, eyes firmly affixed to the elevator waiting for them. "Many of my employees use the facilities for their various projects. I admit that for the most part, I haven't spent much time here as of late."

He smiled pleasantly, motioning to his companion to enter the waiting transport first. "I prefer the view from my office at the hospital, or the more pleasant scenery that can be afforded from my apartment. Still, it has it's purposes, and is somewhere more private to discuss business."

Rip on the other hand glanced around, curious and, despite the look of her eyes, wide awake. Everything was so very white.

"I haven't. Though I do wonder which experiments take place here..." The hallway hadn't that much of interest to offer; soon she started to watch him from the side. Maybe it was the first time she really, consciously studied him and her senses took every detail of his appearance in.

Many of his employees used the Lab, hm? Not surprising, considering he was a scientist with an organisation dedicated to mysteries. She herself hadn't much need for it, that never had been one of her specialities.

She noticed and stepped into the transport, but didn't acknowledge the polite gesture. As he spoke, she raised her eyebrows. "Such wealth! I am quite impressed. What is it you do, I wonder." Surely all this couldn't be earned with things like the blood tablets?

Sliding into the elevator beside Rip, Solomon casually leaned against the back wall. Wealth was a means to an end. A way to assure that Saya could be given a comfortable life as well as anything else that she should ever want or desire.

He shot her a pleasant smile, not thinking anything of her flattery as the elevator doors shut and began to move. "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Lieutenant. Do you mean to ask what projects I'm currently exploring? Or what jobs I currently hold?"

She adjusted her glasses, a little confused. One and the same, wasn't it? Apparently not.

"Both would be interesting to hear, Mister Goldsmith." But let's begin with- "So what projects are those? Do elaborate." Perhaps it was only a differentiation between the "jobs he held" and ARTEMIS?

Soon the elevator came to a halt again.

"My projects? Well..." The Chevalier stepped out of the elevator, leading the way down yet another long stark white corridor to where he kept one of his offices. "My primary research has been to understand the condition of the City Dead, although I've delved into several side projects as well." None of what he was saying was a secret, although the inhabitants were unaware of the extent and exact nature of his work.

"I have been able to do some study into the curses, for example. Although progress can be a bit slow with my interests so divided." He shrugged, hardly caring.

Their feet echoed through the hallway, the only sound noticeable in the otherwise silent building. "But that's what ARTEMIS is for... to expand on all of the work so our goals can be achieved far more effectively."

"Are you City dead yourself, I wonder?" Rip followed quickly to walk beside him again. The white everywhere made her a little uneasy, though only slightly noticeable. Her hand might have hold the musket a little tighter.

The most curious aspect of the condition was it seemingly being reversible. Annoying sometimes, yes, but also reassuring.

"Goals...?" - her voice half musing now, half questioning.

Ahh. So ARTEMIS was a conglomeration of things he was interested in. A cover that could be used to hide practically everything! "Very interesting."

"Success, Lieutenant. That is the main goal of ARTEMIS." He shot his companion a cheerful smile as he stopped to open the door which led to his makeshift office. Most of his experiments had been done at the hospital using their equipment. But there were a few projects that he needed more discreet surroundings in which to study the results, and the City Lab was the perfect place to do this at.

The Chevalier stepped back, gesturing for her to enter first, pleased that she'd had the insight and directness to even ask such a question. It was the first time anyone had even bothered to ask him. "And no. No, I'm not one of the City Dead. I was just struck with a sudden interest in them when I first learned of their existence~."

There was no need to go into the fact that he had done so with the intention of becoming one.

"Succes. Of course," she said, looking rather unimpressed, "it's not like all organisations strive for that." Really now.

At least, she had to admit, he was a gentleman and a persistent one at that. As she entered the room, she wondered about his apparent cheerfulness.
"I understand. It's not only curious, but also difficult to comprehend, isn't it? Dead and alive are worth little here in the City."

Her hair fell slightly into her face. Being City dead herself, she knew what she was talking about. Undead, dead, and still walking around.

"What a joke." She sighed, repeating the very words that one-eyed Hellsing bat had said to her. For once, it was true.

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