Snippet #2740784

Seated before GNS-88's large containment tank was the somewhat withered form of Dr. Addler, gazing deeply into a book before the tinted glass. From the other end, only a glow seen from a pair of blue eyes could be seen, and a vague form shifting around. He was quietly reading a story to the subject inside, who was intently watching on the other side. Attention went unbroken as the sound of heavy steps approached.

"... soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance," Hayden says, before closing the book and raising his head to meet the eyes. There was a bit of silence between them, until a shadow cast itself over the doctor, the eyes of GNS-88 raising up. "Mr. Grimms," he says, in a tone that barely masks his weariness. Reaching over with his massive hand, Grimms takes the book in between his fingers and thumbs through a few pages. "H-hey, that is a classic," Hayden meekly protests, getting up to stand before the titan.

"Doctor, don't you feel that reading material like this is perhaps... a bit inappropriate?" Grimms asks, somewhat condescendingly, before shutting it and presenting it back to Dr. Addler, a slight amount of steam escaping from between the teeth of his mask. "You may inspire it to turn against you."

"It," Hayden begins, hurriedly taking the book into his left arm, looking up to Grimms, pushing up his glasses. Despite the size of Grimms, he was still "This is only a story, she understands that. Besides, she was already given what the monster was not. I think I've well established order here. In fact, keeping her in this ridiculous tank, I feel is-"

"She spreads," Grimms bluntly states.

"Only to the dead, she's no risk to the living," the doctor retorts.

"Exactly, and by that same logic, we're outnumbered," Grimms replies, grimly no less. He then sighs, turning to the side. "But, as much as I'd love to wax semantics with you, good doctor, I would have you know that my little Saiph has arrived, bonding right now, I would hope. If there had been any other venue, I'd allow her to go about as she has, but, well, I would allow no other eyes than yours to understand the depths of my concerns."

"I read, but I'm not sure how I... I mean, we here can provide the help that you, I mean, as her father can..." Hayden begins, cut off as he watches Grimms's eyes dim from within the mask. Conceding to the wishes of Stepping back, he clears his throat. "We'll... do what we can."

"Good, I'll return periodically to check on her progress, but for now I have business to attend. Until then, do try to take better care of yourself, doctor, you look haggard," Grimms says, turning away from the doctor and beginning to walk away. His departure is interrupted by the sound of GNS-88's comm clicking to life, her blue eyes now fixated upon him.

"Grimms," a female voice speaks from the other end, a soft voice, gentle voice, almost human, were it not for an unnatural resonance to it. The eyes of Grimm flicker briefly in response, his head turning halfway to catch the tank from the corner of his eye, greeted by Bashemath's smiling face now partially visible against the tinted glass. "Perhaps, you would read to me in daddy's stead sometime... you could bring material that you deem more appropriate. It would be oh so very interesting from you."

There was a brief silence as Grimms stood there, his eyes flickering momentarily once again. Hayden tenses up, ready to cover for his beloved experiment until the giant silently turns away and starts leaving.

"As you wish," he finally responds, before fully vacating the sector. Hayden audibly sighing in relief, hunching over and rubbing the back of his neck. He then turned to look towards Jared's containment, finally noticing that he's gained a visitor in the form of Flania Scar.