1/012: Dead at night.

[wheatdos]

[It's dead at night. The kind of night where everyone should be sleeping.]


Clock:

[Wheatley's voice would be something of a harsher tone, through gritted teeth. Something's bugging him.]

"M-mate, I know it's late... but... I'm at a dillemma here.
I figured I could... huh, use a little bit of guidance. From you. Seeing as you'd be the best person to ask."

[He clears his throat.]

What's a good way to... no no...the best way, well to put it blatantly...
Murder someone?

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[exanimatus]

[lucky for him, vampires are nocturnal. he gets an answer pretty fast, and Zelman sounds very pleased. you never fail to make him happy, Wheatley.]

That depends. Are you looking for quick, or satisfying?

[wheatdos]

"Well, I guess I'm not looking to well... uh, p-paint blood all over the castle. But ohhhhhhoho... it should be satisfying.

I'll tell you mate, it's something I've been waiting to do for a long time. More than a hundred years or-or so."

[exanimatus]

Mm? That's an awfully long time to want someone dead.

[he's thinking, because he knows a loooot of ways to kill someone.]

[wheatdos]

"Oh it is. But you see, this-this...uh... body. This human body that this castle gave me made it much more...well... possible."

[Wheatley still sounds really upbeat when he says this.]

"I've gotta see you, mate. As in now. Are-are you by any chance busy?"

[exanimatus]

Busy...? [he takes a bit of time to actually answer.] Not busy, no. I could make time.

[wheatdos]

"Fantastic. Let me tell you. I-"

[A pause. Maybe it was better he didn't.]

No...nonono, wait. I change my mind. And that has nothing to do with you personally, but I really actually don't think that you should... see me. In this, state of mine mate. I'm a real mess if I have to be honest with you."

[He laughs nervously.]

[exanimatus]

[that gets him to laugh.]

Now, now. If you're going to commit, commit. What's a bit of mild hysteria between friends, right?

[wheatdos]

"Hm."

[He thinks about it.]

"How about you say a...uh, how do the humans call it? Walk on the town? Get a real visual of the...the-uh, situation at hand. Wh-what do you say?"

[Though this would be much less of just the "walk sense." When he wanted Zelman's take on it, he really wanted a visual. And well... test subjects.]

[exanimatus]

... [he considers that. him, in the town, right now? not a great idea. he doesn't much care for being subtle. but... it could be interesting, and this is just the kind of push he'd want to give Wheatley...]

...All right. I'm down. Let's meet up and see where it goes.

[wheatdos]

"Of course. I'll meet you in front of the castle. Ten-no...five minutes at most. If I'm not there, then... well, I suppose carry on, but I can assure you that I will be there."

[At that he closes his book. He'd be there alright. He was NOT in the mood to being subtle.]

[exanimatus]

[and despite Zelman living easily a half-hour away from the castle, he's walking up to the front doors just as five minutes pass. looking casual as usual, because he's very good at this.]

[wheatdos]

[Haha ffft--wheatley didn't know this. He'd be pacing up and down. Out of sight on the grounds, away from anyone. Good. He'd look pretty suspicious waiting outside in the dead of night. When Wheatley saw Clock, he'd immediately start out a bee line towards him.]

"H-hey. I honestly apologize for keeping you out. I just reaaaalllyyyy..."

[He pauses for a moment.]

"I really gotta test."

[exanimatus]

Be careful, now. [Zelman stops, will even poke Wheatley in the forehead if he gets close enough.] Don't lose your head.

[wheatdos]

[Trust me. He did get close enough. Though when he pokes his forehead, he stops awkwardly in his tracks, as if Zelman broke him out of a trance.]

"...I-"

[He stops, nods a quick nervous nod at Zelman, and then steps back to give him his space.]

"Alr-alright mate. Thank you. Th-thanks... I really actually don't know what I was just thinking there. We should... get going! Yes. Definitely."

[exanimatus]

Mm. [he'll turn and start walking, then. :3c still talking over his shoulder.] I like the excitement, but you won't get very far if you can't keep that under wraps around the suspicious. You know?

[wheatdos]

"Aha, don't worry about it. I'd say I have it under control. S'why I called you. Knew you were the perfect bloke for the job. Very professional."

[exanimatus]

[he laughs. well, it's more like a giggle at this point, this horrible, light little thing that flutters out of his throat.]

Flattering. So tell me, what are your plans? What do you want?

[wheatdos]

"Well!"

[He puts his hands in his pockets. He looks at Zelman for a thoughtful moment. Wheatley was about to answer his question, when... suddenly a new question entered his mind. You can tell by his face that his question was getting up to his answer...]

"Did you hear about that slaughter, mate?"

[exanimatus]

[ah, now that's a shift. Zelman glances at him, his lips curling up into a smirk.]

Are you talking about that guy they found out in town?

[wheatdos]

"Ah, yeah. Him, him, him... whoever got him, got him really good. Really good. Face smashed in, real gorey mess."

[He clears his throat.]

"Without a trace too. The guy who did it really knew what he was doing.- Oh, what am I doing. Here I am, t-talking about some other bloke to you. Sorry mate. Just--"

[He sighs, pushing his hair back.]

"No traces. Back where i come from, we only had turrets, neurotoxin and really spikey plates to kill with. As you can see, V' got none a' those here. D'love to meet the guy who did it. I called you here cause I was... uh, hoping you'd help me find him... and turn a few heads. I want that bloke to teach me how to really get people without a trace. Too many ears listening in the castle. A-Always someone behind the corner."

[exanimatus]

[he listens to that, his smirk getting wider... and wider... until he finally starts laughing, melodious and kind of weirdly unstable. he thinks it's hilarious, dissolving off into giggles.]

That's funny.

[wheatdos]

"...Uh...?"

[He raises an eyebrow. Wheatley didn't find it completely hilarious, like he did. But still, he didn't quite understand the emotions too well, so he stares at his friend rather blankly.]

"W-What's so funny, mate?"

[exanimatus]

That's easy. [goodness he looks so pleased with himself.] Because I'm the one that killed him.

[wheatdos]

[What?

...

What?

Wheatley... is just staring at Zelman... in disbelef. His voice falls low. Very low. It's barely a whisper.]

"...A-Are you serious, mate? Are you-- No, you're joking."

[He's at a shock... Wheatley shakes his head and chuckles.]

"You're serious, aren't you."

[exanimatus]

[he just... keeps on walking.]

Very serious.

[wheatdos]

"You..."

[He's staring at him still. He sounds so happy right now.]

"You know what you are, mate? A weasel! A fox! You've got the whole castle going up and down, scrambling for anything that they can get to catch you."

[A beat.]

"Your secret's safe with me."

[exanimatus]

Of course. I know I can trust you.

[he doesn't know that at all, but a little flattery never hurts. it's certainly making him feel pretty awesome.]