anything that's dead shall be regrown

[patricide]

Who: Lex Luthor and Adrian Veidt
What: returning home with snake carcasses, hooray!
Where: The House of Ego
When: backdated to after the missions
Notes: italicized words are spoken in German
Warnings: a couple of weirdass mad scientists are up in here


This time when Lex went out for a round of battling creatures he was much better protected. He had worn body armor under his clothes and as he was the team's driver the truck was his primary concern over the fog. He's sporting a few minor injuries but nothing serious, at least nothing serious unless you count the snakebite on his left hand between thumb and forefinger. None of his other team members had died from bites they sustained and coupled with his immunity he sees no reason to be worried. It stung when it happened and now he has a battle scar for the moment. It couldn't hurt to gain favor around the city.

He heads straight for the section of the house designated as the shared research lab between he and Adrian and lays his prize in front of him on a steel table.

Comments

[defenestration]

If there's one thing both men have been able to agree on, it's the necessity for good security, and the fact that good security includes the liberal use of video surveillance inside their building. And that means Adrian is aware of Lex's arrival, and enters the lab not very many minutes after.

"Interesting," he says, in way of greeting, coming around the table to have a look at both man and snake. "We're starting quite the menagerie here."

LATER

[defenestration]

After they've cleaned up the lab and washed up themselves (and at least in Adrian's case, changed clothes, because fabric absorbs smells even if you keep the stains off it), the two men convene in the kitchen. Where Adrian is more than happy to benefit from Lex's cooking skills and current willingness to put them to good use.

"How exactly did you end up learning to cook?" he asks, taking up a position leaning against the counter, well out of the way of where Lex is working.

LATER cont.

[defenestration]

"No, the accent's definitely not Swiss." The remark is made with some authority, as though Adrian Veidt is an expert on European accents. He knows he's walking a perilous line, offering more bits of information about himself than even people like Dan Dreiberg have ever been allowed, but if there's one thing he's come to know about the man sitting across the table, it's that nothing comes for free. If Adrian wants to know more about Lex Luthor, he's going to have to be willing to pay the price.

"We never traveled. In fact I was seventeen before I so much as set foot outside New York." He's made up for it since, of course, but Adrian's childhood was an isolated one. It's no wonder his role models had to come from ancient myths.