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[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Muttering under his breath and looking rather frustrated as he paces quickly with both eyes closed. Suddenly, something seems off and he opens one, pausing to look around and making a 'hmph' sound]

VI. This is hardly the time for your tricks.

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[madamemoiselle]

Not really. You can always stay home, but that wouldn't be any fun. Besides, if it's for everyone, home might not be home anymore! Ah, like my home in New York changed to this weird place called....oh, I think that Zack person called it Midgar or something like that. Ne, it's really awful~~

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Fascinating... So the worlds can affect each other. In that case, I'm beginning to see why they would call this an experiment.

[madamemoiselle]

{Quickly} They're lying. It's not an experiment.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[madamemoiselle]

Just chance, that's all~♥ {No, Diva pretty much knows it's true but she's going to keep on denying it} If it were an experiment, then it would be something bad.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

That isn't what the rest of them are saying, and they presented some most interesting concepts. On another note, most experiments are 'bad'... [Shrugs slightly]

For the subjects.

[madamemoiselle]

{Quickly again} You speak like you're one that conducts them.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Actually laughs a bit at that]

And if I am?

[madamemoiselle]

Then you'll die.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

By your hand?

[madamemoiselle]

A person that conducts experiments on people for the sake of...."science"...doesn't deserve to live.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[More brief laughter] Didn't I already tell you that I wasn't alive?

Without science, there can be no progression of knowledge. Only a simpleton would believe otherwise- one like yourself, I assume.

[madamemoiselle]

{Her expression darkens as she glances to Vexen} You being alive doesn't matter. I'll rip you apart, smash your bones, and eat your flesh. Science is just a veil to cover up the nasty parts of humanity that they want to ignore. For the sake of science...It's no excuse to forget that people can feel.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Forget that people can feel? [Bitter tone, but it's gone before it's noticable] Ha!

Science uncovers these 'nasty' parts of humanity and helps us to investigate them, even benefit from them if the concepts are applied properly. Of course, I would hardly expect someone as dense as yourself to understand...

[OOC: Took out a word because it looked funny, sorry. >_>]

[madamemoiselle]

That isn't true! The things that people do to find that truth, it's not right or fair! Joel wasn't right to keep me as some sick experiment, and whatever knowledge he might have gotten, it wasn't worth having to put me through hell for it!!

((ooc: pssst, Diva's urge to get violent is rising. I saw on the permissions meme that I needed to ask first, so I just want to make sure that it would be okay for her to hit him. And by hit, we're talking more like a bitchslap because this is a sensitive subject.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Oh? The product of an experiment yourself, are you? And still in one piece. Impressive.

[OOC: You have my permission to do whatever you'd like. XD The ask first was there because Vexen'd pwn most average people taking a shot at him, really. :xb]

[madamemoiselle]

{She didn't even seem to move, but her open palm struck hard against his face, and Diva had somehow managed to come closer} Speak any more, and I'll rip our your throat.

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[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Something of a snarl] You wouldn't even be capable of it.

[madamemoiselle]

{I wouldn't bet your life, or lack thereof, on that. Because right after the world "capable", one of her hands latched onto Vexen's throat as her fingers started to dig into his flesh, actually threatening to grab onto his vocal cords and pull them right out.}

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly, he's as cold as liquid nitrogen to the touch; Frantically reaching up and grabbing hold of her hands, making use of his control over ice to materialize a thin, but quickly thickening, layer of it over them.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She uses her other hand to punch him hard instead, jerking back. In an instant, she's several yards away, holding her frozen arm tenderly, but her cold expression doesn't show any discomfort she's feeling, if any}

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[A slight 'Mmph' sound at being hit again, but also a satisfied grin at her retreat]

Who knows? Perhaps with the help of science, you may be able to best me.

[madamemoiselle]

Do you want to die? {Clenches her fist, making her skin crack and tear from being frozen. But frozen or not, the skin almost looks as if its bubbling as the damage repairs itself.}

I was trying to be nice.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[A casual, interested glance, as if he wouldn't mind studying that]

You could say I was preforming an experiment of sorts.

As far as my supposed 'death' is concenered, I've yet to see evidence that you pose a significant threat.