My Bios through RP Time(King Edition)

Name: Leopold Chang

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Age: 1111 (Appears to be in his late twenties to early thirties)

Gender: Male

Squad: 13

Rank: Captain

Weapon(s):
A simple deck of playing cards, a jar of marbles, and an assorted handful of die.

Personality:
The biggest factor of Leopold's personality is his dedication. Whether in the form of his incredible resolve to do what he sets out to do, or his obsession with the things he likes. It can have a positive or negative connotation. Everything he does, he does to the extent of his ability. As a child he loved games. He played all sorts of games, especially ones where money was wagered, and he did everything within his power to be good at them. He shuffled, rolled, and bluffed his way to exhaustion, and then did it all over again. Doing so, he became quite good, but he also neglected his social life and had a very small amount of friends due to this obsession. When he became interested in combat, and different fighting styles, that was the next thing he set out to conquer. He fought, he brawled, he straight up promoted violence to the point where his body could hardly move, and then he would take a break to gamble. After refreshing his stamina, he would fight some more until he was quite adept. This resolve to do things has lead him through his life and brought him to where he is today. He is proud of it, but at times, he also accepts that it causes problems. He can become addicted to things he likes very easily, such as smoking. Luckily, he had the foresight not to try any other drugs, otherwise he might be addicted to those as well. Besides smoking, he is also a drinker, though he tends to have control over this. He doesn't so much enjoy being drunk. He just likes to drink a bit to take the edge off of his harsh life. Though his number one obsession/passion is still gambling, he has begun to like fortune telling. His reasoning behind this being that he enjoys gambling which is all about luck, and if you think about it, fortune telling is also about luck. If you are lucky, you will have good fortune.

Another large contributing factor to his personality is humor. He loves comedy and has many quirky traits that he thinks are funny. His type of humor involves snyde comments and extreme sarcasm. He also likes to act serious all the time, but have some silly traits that don't fit. Most people find him to be displeasing and rude, but he doesn't care. As long as he enjoys his humor, he is OK with it. Problems start to arise when he gets way to into it, or uses it at inappropriate times. He has a tendency to say things he shouldn't to superiors and people of higher status. This usually stems from them getting mad at his natural smirk. Someone will tell him to stop smiling, and he thinks it's funny, so he will same something sarcastic back like "OK, hand me a thread and needle." This usually doesn't end well for him. It generally gets him in a lot of trouble. This only happens in awkward social situations where he is surrounded by people of higher status, and can't really afford to act out. When out on the battlefield, he will get serious. He knows that life or death situations are not the time for humor, unless it is to boost moral.

A more recent quirk to his personality is how forgetful he is. He is really really really... What was I gonna say? Oh right, forgetful. It started off as forgetting simple things like addresses and things like that. Recently he has had severe trouble in remembering names. It takes a few introductions before he will remember your name, and in such time, he has probably gambled with you at least once. By taking the time to talk with you, and play games, it makes it a lot easier to engrave your appearance into his mind. By doing this, he can simply attach a name to the image and wala, he knows you. This is most likely caused by a combination of age and 'damage'. As people get older, they generally become more forgetful, but, because he is only in his 1100s, it could easily be attributed to something else. In his time, he has taken more than a few blows to the head. Whether by negligence in combat, or hard hits from martial training. Despite his lack of finesse in melee combat, he has been forced to train in it. He still sucks at the more articulate ways of combat, but he does know how to take a blow. He is more of the wild brawling type than the affluent martial artist. He can just take a hit and try and ignore it, or his pain tolerance is high enough to take it. Not the smartest way to handle combat, but, he just doesn't have the fine motor skills to do otherwise.

Secretly, the trait that is most important is manliness. Manliness is the trait that Leopold holds most important. If you aren't manly, you aren't a man. Manliness has no set definition, and is more of a mind set. It is typically displayed by a big, muscular, hairy, hardy guy who smokes drinks and is a hooligan to his hearts content. Sure, such men are often considered manly, and Leopold himself shares some of these traits. But this is not the sole characteristic of manliness. The first requirement is that you are a man. Can't be manly if you are a girl. This is not sexism, this is a fact. The second requirement is that you must be a man. This requirement is so important that it takes the first 2 requirement slots. The third requirement is that you have a passion. Something that you love more than anything. Leopold has a passion for sure, and that is gambling. The fourth, and final requirement, is that you have an endless desire to better yourself. You must want to better yourself regardless of the costs. You will train until you puke, you will fight until you are the last one standing, and you will work until you are the richest man alive. You will continue no matter what and never give up. You cannot quit in anything you do. You will keep trying until you are victorious. That is what it means to be manly. Leopold holds this code of conduct in very high esteem, and is on this path of manliness. He will do whatever it takes to succeed in his endeavors and be deemed a manly man.

Appearance:

Physical Appearance:
Blue. Light blue. Nearly cotton candy blue. This is the color of Leopold's hair. Now, generally cotton candy hair would never be found atop a mans head. It is something of pop bands, and dandy clowns, not of large men with rippling muscles and a stern gaze. Leopold would not, could not be daunted by these flimsy stereotypes and decided to make oddly colored hair a thing of manly men everywhere. His bright and gay hair rises into a very rough pompadour that simply screams 'badass'. That is the first thing you thought when you saw him right? "Oh look, candy hair, that's badass." I thought so. Manly as all hell. This thick, blue, awesome hair extends down the back of his head, where it remains wild and untamed. It extends haphazardly down the back of his neck, and circles forward a bit to surround his ears which remain uncovered.

Below this extraordinary and glorious hair is a less amazing, but still quite awesome body. Seemingly enclosed in the beautiful fur of champions is Leopold's face. I say enclosed because riding along his chin, and roughly down onto his neck is a thick and scraggly beard. It is also a nice candy blue, which makes it pretty damn awesome. His face is rather uneventful, if not a little intimidating. He has serious eyes, but a rather sly smirk adorning his visage at almost all times. He is just that kind of awesome. Above these serious eyes is a pair of dark, thick eyebrows. He would have had candy eyebrows as well, but nothing is more intimidating than thick, dark eyebrows glaring you in the face, so he decided to keep them as they were. Plus, he couldn't be sure that others could handle the sheer epicness of candy blue eyebrows. The world is just not ready for them.

Just below this face and hair combo that screams perfection in all forms, is his body. His body is chiseled and lean, with a nice glossy tone of.... Who the hell was I just describing. Leopold isn't like that at all. He is thick and bulky, with manly muscles, and a gargantuan neck. His shoulders and neck were exercised to the extreme, and display some intense muscular vigor. His arms, while no laughing matter, are not nearly as robust. His upper arms are thick whilst his forearms remain less defined. This may leave the impression that his forearms are weak, but this is not so. They have a much finer, more focused muscular structure that is more suited to the gambling tricks of the trade that Leopold practices. His hands are thin, with long fingers, perfect for gripping objects, and sleight of hand. Adorning most of his upper body are numerous tattoos of varying design. On each shoulder and parts of the chest and back are traditional eastern dragon tattoos that wind and coil onto each side. On each forearm are blue stars that are quite close to his hair in hue.

Going down even further, you reach Leopolds abdomen. There is not much to say about his abdomen as it is fairly typical. You can see the rough outline of strong muscles underneath his thin layer of gut. This gut is typical among manly men as it is the perfect place for their bodies to store excess awesomeness(also known as alcohol and fried food). He is not fat, he just has a rather healthy appetite for unhealthy things. Of note on his torso and upper body is a rather daunting and long scar that extends from his right shoulder all the way down his body to just below the waist. This is a rather nasty and jagged scar from his very first encounter with a hollow. Needless to say, at the time, it was quite the serious wound and he was lucky to survive it. Below his abdomen you reach his.... legs. Yes, you suddenly arrive lower at his legs. Contrary to his built upper body, Leopold's legs are quite slender. This is because he's not some sissy runner, he's a gambler and a brawler. Why the hell would he need nice muscular legs to do either of those? He wouldn't.

The cloths that are placed upon this miraculous body are quite typical for a captain. He wears a typical shinigami's shihakushō, though his outfit has no sleeves, remaining cutoff at the shoulders. On top of this he wears his white captain's haori, also without sleeves. The only thing that Leopold wears that is far out of the ordinary is a pair of yellow tented sunglasses.

Bio:
There's not much that Leopold remembers of his previous life, if anything at all, as most of his oldest memories are from times spent in Rukongai. Leopold grew up in the 80th district of East Rukongai, and needless to say, it was no place for a young boy to be. Violence, sex and gambling were the three activities most prevalent in the area, and Leopold was too young for two of them. The one he clung to with an unnatural resolve was gambling. It became his money maker and way of life out there in the slums. A kid like him couldn't fight for food, he could, but wouldn't, sell himself for food, but he could gamble. All he needed was luck and skill to make large quantities of money. Sure, some men when they lose at gambling get violent and take the money right back, but that's only on the streets. Out here in the dark alleys and hidden from the vision of the common folk are dens. Dark hidden rooms full of scary faced geezers who run the true gambling scene in rukongai. In here, you can gamble to your heart’s content without worrying for your safety because all transactions are enforced by the local thugs.

It is in these horrendous gambling dens that Leopold felt safest. He simply couldn't survive by himself out in the slums so he formed deals with the notorious geezers who ran the place. For safety and food, he would donate most of his gambling proceeds to them. They found this to be quite the deal considering his nearly prodigious skills in the art. It was very profitable for them, and once they had used him to their hearts content, they simply tossed him out, and moved on. By this time though, Leopold had aged quite a bit. He would fondly remember his times in the dark underground of rukongai, but it was time for him to move on. He was bigger now and could fend for himself, so he took to the art of brawling. Walking on the street, if any big tough looking guy didn't get out of his way, it was time for a fight. He would engage with the target, smile across his cheeks, and duke it out. More often than not, he was knocked to his ass, and beaten to a pulp, but this kind of helped him. With his fighting style, he was never going to excel in attacking, but he sure has hell could take the blows.

Learning from these instances, he created his own way of fighting which consisted of taking hits, while slowly damaging the opponent until you outlasted them. It was crazy, it was brutish, it was inefficient but it was what he liked. He didn't have to learn all that finesse junk, he simply had to hit and take hits over and over until he won. He would spend his time refining his gambling, whilst strengthening his body. It was the perfect life for the simpleton, until he was introduced to alcohol. Boy oh boy was that fun. He didn't drink that often, and he didn't particularly like getting drunk, but it sure as hell helped in a fight. Taking a few shots before trading blows allowed him to shrug off even the most devastating punches. A handy advantage for a fighter who wins through stamina. In time, he became a bit notorious. First for being an exceedingly greedy and proficient gambler, and second for being a rebellious idiot who fights pretty much anyone willing to duel him. With his wild antics, and growing reputation, he earned the distaste of the dangerous old men who had once supported him.

With a well-planned ambush, he was surrounded by the thugs who had once secured his safety. They were big, armed, and quite intimidating. All had once been feared throughout the district before they were tamed by money, and they would pose quite the challenge for Leopold. Without a second though, a smile donning his cheeks, Leopold started the brawl, but it wasn't going well. He was bruised, cut, beaten, and near death, but he felt an overwhelming sensation from the core of his being. This power from within welled up from his very being, and for the first time in his life, he exuded spiritual pressure. It was no minor force either, as the previously victorious thugs were brought to their knees, struggling to stand up. With his new found font of spiritual energy, Leopold prevailed in this fight. Such a tremendous burst of reiastu was bound to attract attention, and not long after, Leopold was scouted by the shinigami.

His time in the academy was short, as his combat skills and reiatsu were already at a high, if unrefined, level. He excelled in hand to hand combat, and conned nearly every other student with his gambling talents. He made more money off of the rich kiddies in the academy than he ever did out in the slums. It was rather refreshing. Another thing he was exposed to in the academy was the art of kidō. He wasn't very good at it, just as he wasn't good at more refined forms of fighting, but he was exceptionally powerful. Even the most basic uses of the art ended in large explosions at his hands. In time, the instructors knew it was never going to be his specialty, in spite of his raw powers, so they focused on his strengths. They further progressed his strengths in hakuda and introduced him to zanjutsu. His swordsmanship was crude, but it held the same style as his hand to hand combat. He would block, block, and block some more until he could slowly whittle away at the enemy. It wasn't favored much amongst the more aggressive teachers, but it was never called weak. It was just a style that suited him, nothing more, nothing less.

After the academy, he was immediately accepted into the 11th squad for his skills in hand to hand combat, and his decent skill with the sword that seemed to suit their style, but his personality was not something that meshed well with them. Once would think that with his obsession with manliness, and silly antics would be enjoyed amongst the crude bunch, but they thing they hated most was losing their belongings to him through gambling, so he was soon transferred to the 13th squad which had an opening for someone of his position. He wasn't really liked in the 13th squad, but they were very accepting of his flaws, and his relation with them was rather smooth. He did continue to gamble, he did continue to be wild, but Captain Ukitake was so kind and composed that he never once criticized Leopold for his antics which earned Leopold's respect. A man of his stature and personality, despite Ukitake's girly, unmanly looks, was someone that he held in high regard, so Leopold subsided his way of life a bit in order to make things easier for his new icon.

For a very, very long time, Leopold stayed in the squad, seemingly stagnant in his low ranking position, but he was not even remotely static. During these many years, his skills had grown and grown without pause, whilst what he displayed was average at best. He was more into furthering himself, and not his position in society until he was confident enough to do so. He trained in secret, mastering his way of combat, even attaining his shikai relatively early on in his career. Not too many years later, he had reached his bankai through self-training, all the while maintaining his foolish outer appearance to everyone else. He truly believed that no one knew of his strengths, but the composed Ukitake was no fool. He took great care in getting to know his subordinates, even the lowly ones such as Leopold, and he had a very keen eye. Leopold's vast efforts had not gone unnoticed in the slightest, and Ukitake was just waiting for Leopold to show his strengths by his own volition, but time to wait was not something he had.

For years, Ukitake had been battling a disease that had drained him completely of vigor. The whole squad knew this, and cared deeply for their kind Captain, Leopold included, but Ukitake knew his reign as captain was coming to an end. He decided confronted Leopold with his intention to retire, and asked that Leopold accompany him to the Captain-Commander to submit his resignation. Leopold was confused as to why he was chosen, but he would gladly take the time to escort his respected elder. Once they arrived at the main hall of the First Division, Leopold was surprised to see 2 other captains, and the Captain-Commander himself already waiting. Utterly confused, it took a brief explanation from Ukitake. Upon his retiring, he would obviously need a successor, and that he had brought Leopold for a Captain Proficiency Test. Leopold briefly tried to act innocent, and confused, but they all saw through him completely, so he sobered up his sillyness, and got serious. Since he was here, and he was facing the Captain-Commander, he simply could not lie and show disrespect. He showed his abilities to the four, and within a day, as introduced to the other captains. The whole process went quite smoothly, yet his nomination came as a surprise to many who knew him. Not one of his own squad had even an inkling of his true strength, and they were people close to him. Without a doubt, it came as more of a surprise to everyone else who had never even heard of him. An unseated person getting promoted to captain was quite astonishing.

With his new station at the helm of the 13th Squad, Leopold humbly accepted his new role and took control of his squad. He ordered the immediate conversion of their main hall into a casino. This base/casino is where Leopold currently resides within soul society.

Inner world appearance:
The inner world of Leopold Chang is dominated by the colors Red and Black. This isn't some sissy emo world where darkness and blood reign supreme, it is much more refined than that. His inner world is a rather large(giant) roulette table, and he is standing on the motionless wheel. There is a single Green section on the wheel for the 0, and then the black and red sections are numbered typically for a roulette wheel. Inside the green section rests the single ball that is tossed during a session. Surrounding the wheel is the wooden circle that keeps the ball from bouncing out when spun. The wheel is nearly always still, but in times of particular emotional turmoil, the wheel spins, sending the ball bouncing around at high speed. When Leopold calms down, the wheel slows to a stop, and the ball always lands on green. Upon the wooden barrier surrounding the wheel, stacks of different colored chips can be seen faintly, but they don't influence his mind much, and are always stationary.

Zanpakutō

Name: Seven

Zanpakutō spirit:
Seven can easily be described as a living, or at least animated, slot machine. He is rather old fashion is design, not even appearing to be functional, but he is rather fancy. He is bade of polished wood, and all joints, screens and metal pieces are decorated with ornate polished gold. He is a beauty if he does say so himself, which he does, a lot. He is a rather proud and narcissistic being. The lever on the side of him is always in motion, moving up and down, but it never causes the plates to spin. The plates themselves seem to serve as his eyes, with the two outside wheels displaying eyes, and the middle one displaying a classic red seven. This number is his namesake and he prefers to keep it on display. The coin dispenser is very mobile and operates like a mouth for the odd being, who is quite a talker.

Seven talks non stop almost all of the time, and often gets on Leopold's nerves. Leopold is generally calm, and can handle annoying things, but this spirit pokes him in all the wrong places. On a regular basis the spirit insults his hair, his beard, his glasses, and his muscles, all of which Leopold takes pride in. Despite this, Leopold is able to poke right on back by insulting the gold or the malfunctioning lever. Through their bickering they have actually developed an odd friendship that allows them to understand what each other is thinking based on the insult thrown. When Seven is particularly hurt by Leopold's words, the plates spin quite quickly, often landing on the wrong displays which serves to frustrate the spirit even further. This serves to amuse Leopold, but for fear of insulting the spirit too much, he generally stops around this point.

Sealed form:
The sealed form of Seven is not nearly as flashy and ornate as the spirit is. It is a typical katana, with no gold or polished surfaces. The tsuba, upon closer inspection, is a metal gambling chip. The hilt is wrapped in an unassuming grey fabric. Danging from a small chain at the end of the hilt is another metal poker chip, nearly identical to the tsuba, though it is smaller.

Shikai

Call out phrase: Lucky lucky!

Shikai description:
The shikai of Seven is much simpler than a blade, or any other weapon for that matter. It takes the form of a simple coin that Leopold holds in his hand. It is roughly the size of a quarter, and on each side, rather than heads or tails, are identical jesters. Both sides are the exact same with a devious looking jester staring at you.

Ability:
By flipping Seven, much larger versions of the coin appear high in the air and fall to the battlefield. These are quite physical in nature and damage, though they are constructed of the users reiatsu.

Techniques:
Heads Up! - Leopold flips Seven in his hand, and catches it. As soon as it lands, a much larger and much heavier coin appears above the target in the air. It is very large, and would cause quite a bit of damage, but it takes a whole post to fall from this distance. On a side note, it is rather silent until it crashes into something so it would be hard to noticed without actually looking up and seeing it.

Tails down... - Leopold flips seven in his hand, but then flips it onto the other side once it lands. This causes a large coin to appear next to the opponent, which then flips over towards them. It is large and takes time for it to flip, but if it lands it hits with quite a force.

Crazy Roulette - Using his thumb and forefinger, Leopold spins the coin on edge on the ground in front of him, or in the air just above his hand. This sends a massive spinning coin from his position towards the target. This coin travels in a linear fashion towards the enemy.

Make It Rain - A technique of desperation, Leopold flips Seven extremely high into the air, out of sight. Within moments, thousands of regular coins, identical to Seven's shikai form will cascade from the heavens. It is quite a downpour, obstructing vision, and flooding the battlefield with the sounds of coins colliding with the ground. Leopold will not receive Seven back until he releases his shikai, in which case his blade reforms in his hand. The downpour lasts for 5 posts, or until Leopold releases the shikai. In both instances, the sealed form materializes in his hand.

Bankai

Bankai name: Cup of Sevens

Bankai description:
Similar to his Shikai, Leopold's Bankai takes the form of a simple item in his hand. It is a simple leather lined cup, with a single die inside. The die is a six sided, typical die, though the patterns on the side all display 7 dots. Aside from the simple cup in hand, his bankai forms as something else. A gargantuan cup replaces the battlefield, sealing Leopold and everyone around him inside. Resting on the ground of this gargantuan cup is a single giant die, all sides displaying 7 dots.

Ability:
The cup in Leopolds hand along with the die inside it are directly linked with the gargantuan cup and die that have replaced the battlefield. When leopold shakes the cup, the giant cup shakes as well. When the die moves inside his cup, the large die inside moves in the same fashion, though obviously on a larger scale. Every motion he puts upon his cup, causes the field to move in the exact same fashion, though this can be quite dangerous. Despite him being in control of the field, the die inside moves in a random fashion due to his shaking, putting even himself in danger should it move in a negative manor. This bankai is quite dangerous and is a gamble for Leopold himself. On a side note, gravity is skewed a bit in this field. As long as your feet are resting on a surface of the cup, whether it be the walls or the base, no amount of shaking will uproot you(this applies to all in the cup). It will simply feel as if wind is blowing when the cups moves with you attached, and the die will appear to be moving by its own volition. Should you be standing in the air using reiatsu, you will see the true motions of the cup moving violently around and the movements of the die will make sense.

Techniques:
Crazy Quake - Leopold stands firmly with his feet against one of the cups surfaces. He then shakes the cup as hard and violently as he can. This sends the die slamming all over the place inside the battlefield, and being in the air during this attack is quite dangerous, as the walls of the cup will be moving as well, adding another potential surface to come in contact with. This violent shaking motion lasts for one post.

Lucky Stance - Leopold stands on the die in the center of the cup. He then bounces it skillfully inside the cup, and rides it around the battlefield, using the sides of the cup to propel him in different directions. As always, he must be careful or risk being smashed by his own attack.

Make-Shift Meteor - Leopold reaches into his cup and pulls out the die, causing it to disappear from vision in the field. He then throws it down into his cup with tremendous force, causing the large die to rocket into the cup at blinding speeds to where ever Leopold had aimed.

Free Floating - Leopold freely tosses the cup into the air, causing an effect similar to that of reduced gravity planes. Because of the lack of an anchor, the air moves in a fashion which causes the sensation of weightlessness upon everyone inside. The die stays suspended in the middle of the cup, and everyone can seemingly swim through the air. Gravity is not gone, everyone is just in a state of free falling, and until the cup comes crashing down, they can suspend themselves in the air. This effect can easily be countered by using your reiatsu to stand firmly in the air. This lasts for 2 posts, or until something comes into contact with the small cup.

Mega Yahtzee - Leopold reaches into the cup and pinches the die inside. He then squeezes it until it shatters into a fine white powder. This takes 1 post for him to charge while pumping his reiatsu into the die. In the large cup, once the die is broken, it scatters not into a white powder, but into thousands upon thousands of small, regular sized die. Leopold then shakes the cup with a lot of strength, sending all the thousands of dice storming around the cup, hitting all inside with sharp piercing force, including Leopold himself. This is a dangerous technique that puts the user into harms way, more so than any of his other techniques. This storm of die lasts for 5 posts, upon which the bankai releases, and Leopold's katana reforms in his hand, and the field returns to normal.

Stats:
Rank/level - Adv-0
Hankou - 16
Reiryoku - 16
Hakudo - 16
Seijuu - 8
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 12
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 80

Role-play sample:
To clarify, this is about an OC of mine named Octavious Gleeford. He is a criminal mastermind who is obsessed with worms, and is extremely greedy. He has a colossal pet worm with him named Wiggles who remains underground most of the time.

It had been a long time since Glee had associated himself with people of the lower class. He had grown up rather wealthy so he was not used to being in the presence of the poor, or people in general for that matter. Recently he had been aimlessly floating through the seas, borderline starving while clutched onto his partner, Wiggles. He couldn't exactly remember when or what happened, but he was certain that he must have fallen off of a ship at some point in time in the recent past. While in this predicament, he ended up losing consciousness due to dehydration and general exhaustion. The next time he awoke, he was on a shore being poked with a stick. The wooden rod poked into his cheek relentlessly as if to provoke some kind of response. Slowly, Glee's eyes opened, causing him to cringe from the bright light. It was midday, and he was resting on a bank of sand several feet from the water. He must have been washed ashore while he was unconscious. As he began to push off of the ground with his hands, he felt another sharp jab in the cheek, despite his apparent state of awareness.

Looking over in the direction of the assault, Glee noticed the bright toothy smile of a young girl. She was probably around 8 or 9 years old, much too young to be mucking about on a beach assaulting strangers with a stick. As he looked onwards, Glee made a few subconscious observations of the young lady. She had a pair of brown pigtails as a hairstyle, with two red threads tying off the hair that hung down behind her head. She was wearing a similarly matching red dress, and she was barefoot. With a brief glimpse around the area, Glee saw no adults anywhere near by, which was a bit strange. Perhaps she lived close-by; otherwise it would be quite odd to leave a girl by herself in such a place. Another sharp jab prodded at his cheek as he was lost in his thoughts, and this time it was abrupt and interrupting enough to provoke a response, "What in the hell do you want?!?!"

The girl gave off a startled expression, before giggling profusely. "Eheh you said a bad word." This was all the girl uttered which left Glee a bit speechless. Not only had she hardly said anything, she didn't even answer the question that he had asked. An utterly useless response, which held absolutely no value. With a bit more effort, Glee climbed up onto his feet, and noticed a thick layer of sand sticking to his chest and lower body. He had been face down, so there was a bit on his cheeks as well. This simply would not do for someone as refined as him, so it was a problem that needed to be dealt with. After a few abrupt pats to knock the majority of the wet sand away, he looked down to see the girl watching him passively. He must be quite amusing to inspire such attention in a child, as children tend to lack an attention span. "So why exactly are you here by yourself?" His own question inspired a bit of alarm on his own part. He was also alone here on this beach, and he was never alone. Wiggles was always with him, and currently the massive beast was nowhere in sight. Before the child could answer him, he made a quick shout "Wiggles?!" as he tapped his foot hard twice.

The response of the worm took a moment, but Glee could feel a slight shifting of the ground below him. it meant that the beast was near which was a good thing. He couldn't have it off wreaking havoc without him there to enjoy it, that would just be rude of it. Again his thoughts were interrupted by the girl, but this time without the sharp jab. "Cus I live right over there!" She simply pointed off into the distance inland. Peering after her finger, Glee could faintly see a farm house not too far away through a thin patch of trees. Beyond that, the fields stretched as far as he could see. He must have landed in an area of agriculture. As he thought of the many foods that may be grown here, his stomach rumbled a bit. Being at sea for so long, he was hungry, and to a great extent, thirsty. Taking notice of the noise emanating from his abdomen, the girl simply grabbed his hand and started towards the house. "It's almost dinner time." He wasn't fond of being grasped by the filthy farm child, but if it meant food, he would gladly oblige. He tapped his foot a few more times as a signal to the beast that he was leaving before heading off. The girl had an odd pace, as she was rather fond of skipping. The slight jerking on his arm was almost irritating enough to give her a death sentence, but he had to hold back. His malnutrition outweighed his blood thirst, which meant Wiggles must be quite hungry as well.

Perhaps later, the girl could serve as a quick snack for the trusty companion. A grin spread across his cheeks as they continued. They closed in on the house, and the silhouette of a man chopping wood came into view against the sunset. It would be dark soon and he had not place to stay, perhaps he could acquire some lodging aside from the food. Glee had a feeling that he should at least act a bit more socially if he wanted to mooch off of these people. Hunching his back, and letting a reserved smile cross his cheeks, they approached the man. His intention was to appear genuinely starving, so he could work off the pity factor. Whether or not the man believed his act didn't matter, as they were more than happy to let a complete stranger enter their home. Apparently the area wasn't known to have vicious psychopaths wandering around willy nilly.

They approached the man, and he was a rather loud, hearty fellow. His muscles bulged from underneath his garb. He was in a completely different class of physical ability than Glee, so much so that he could’ve easily destroyed Glee should conflict arise. The large man was quite intimidating, and any thoughts of robbing the family, or harming them in any way quickly left his mind. He may need to passively standby for now, or he would certainly be dealt with, this Glee was sure of. After brief introductions, the man was glad to have a young man over to talk too, as it was just him, his wife, and daughter. The man didn't often get to have some guy time, between the farm work and his family, he didn't leave the estate much. Once inside, Glee was introduced to the wife, and got a formal introduction from the daughter as they hadn't actually introduced themselves to each other yet. It was a quaint little farm family, who were actually fairly wealthy. The island was apparently famous for its agriculture and export of vegetables throughout the world, so they made quite a bit from it. Their names were Charles, the husband, Elanor, the wife, and Candice the daughter, who demanded that Glee call her Candy which is what her friends called her.

Inside of the seemingly small house was decently sized, as it had two basement floors that went straight down. The earthy surroundings of the basements kept it cool in the summer and kept heat in during the winter so it was an efficient design. The top floor, under the roof where he was now, was simply a kitchen, and held all the immediate tools that the family may need to work the fields. The first thing Glee noticed after talking was a delicious smell. The wife was in the middle of cooking something, and it had a fantastic fragrance that made Glees stomach grumble even more. It startled the people because of the loud groan, which he had to explain that he was drifting at sea. "I don't really know what happened, I guess I went overboard and woke up here. That's where your daughter found me on the beach." The wife gasped, she was the dramatic type and found this to be quite a depressing story. "A-are you alright? Now that you mention it, you look famished! Let me serve you some of this, it should be about ready." She quickly stepped over to the stove and started pulling bowls down from a higher shelf. An attractive woman for sure, but sadly, not his type. She wasn't a worm so there was no way that Glee would have any interest. He didn't even look at her ass when she stood on her tip toes to reach up, though her husband certainly did. His eyes were glued to that glimpse as her shirt was pulled up.

The table was a floor down where their beds were also located. Elanor quickly took utensils down along with the bowls and set the table. it took her two trips because they weren't sued to having company. She had forgotten the extra settings for Glee. This got a chuckle out of him and the father as they waited patiently at the table. Candy also helped with the settings, and it turns out she's quite the clutz. She tripped on the stairs and dropped all the forks, making the chores more of a hassle, but it was another humorous moment. They lived off of simple pleasures like this, and saved most of the money in the house. They didn't blatantly say this, but it was hinted at when the father spoke of the family, and how they lived off the farm. There also seemed to be a lock box under one of the beds. The plan became much more devious in Glee's head, if there was money to be had, he couldn't be as passive as he had initially planned. As they talked, something perked his curiosity. Charles talked of how they rarely bought stuff, but when Glee had entered the house he had seen what looked like fertilizer for the farm. Where was he getting fertilizer if they didn't buy stuff? It incited enough thoughts to prompt a verbal question. "So, where do you get your fertilizer and such from?" Charles looked genuinely surprised at the question, before his expression changed to a sly grin."Ahh, that's a family recipe, I'll share some details with you later if you'd like." It was indeed a bit intriguing as fertilizers were fairly complex, and a simple recipe was not enough to make them, but he didn't see any chemistry equipment around the house. There was another floor below though, so that must be where it's located. Looking over towards the stairs he came down, as there was nowhere else to have more stairs, he noticed an iron hatch at the base. It must be a sealed entrance down, and if the security was that tight, the money may be down there as well, and not in the lock box as he had initially thought. "Yeah, that would be interesting, I'm something of a chemist myself."

For the rest of the dinner, which happened to be a vegetable medley stew which they had home grown, there was very little conversation, aside from a few questions from Candy. These were often silly and childish, which drew a few more laughs from the group. It had been a very long time since Glee had acted so cheery with anyone but Wiggles, it was a bit refreshing bonding with other humans, but he knew it would be short lasted. His devious intentions required that he not get attached to them in the slightest, otherwise it would become much harder to accomplish. All he had to do was keep up his joyful facade for a while longer, and then he could finish up and make his money.

The after dinner treat was quite exceptional. I'm not talking about dessert, but the secrets that were locked in the floor below. Charles was going to let Glee get a quick peak inside, a tour if you will. He was by no means going to let Glee play around down there, nor was he going to give him the secret recipe, but he thought it'd be nice to talk chemistry with someone. His wife was, to say the least, a ditz, and didn't understand it in the slightest. Their daughter was much too young to have any valid input on the subject, so he had been somewhat lonely in his knowledge. Glee knew the feeling well as on the average day for him, he talked to a worm. Glee was quite friendless except for the large animal, so it ended up being his conversation partner. These 'conversations' were quite one sided as it turned out, but he had to talk to something, otherwise he'd go even... crazier. Charles stood from the table and walked over to the metal hatch and entered a combination unlocking it. He lifted it and it opened with a slight scarping noise. He then motioned for Glee to come over to him.

"I'll give you a quick little tour of the lab." This was by no means a little tour. Charles must have a lot of pent up conversation about chemistry within in him because he talked on and on. This was fairly annoying to the antisocial Glee, and furthered his resolve to act against the family. Regardless of the kindness they showed him, he was a pirate, and as a pirate, he wanted their money. That's all there was to it. They walked from desk to desk, vial to vial, and he spared no details. Down to the smallest of glass etchings on a beaker, Glee was shown everything. Being a man of formal education in science and medicine, he didn't learn anything new here. Charles just wanted to show off a bit, as it must be hard to get a lot of these supplies in such a rural place. The next thing he was shown was the cabinet containing hundreds of chemicals. Several were obviously present in many fertilizers, but there were a few odd ones, it was obvious he was interested in chemistry as some of these were definitely not in fertilizer, and must be used in other experiments. Perhaps in another lifetime these two could have been friends, but fate wouldn't allow. As the tour came to an end, Charles turned to exit the room. This is when Glees plan came into action. Quickly turning to the cabinet, he snatched a few samples and tucked them into his pockets. His thieve skills came in handy at this moment, as he hardly made any sound. Turning quickly, he followed Charles up to the floor above.

Once they were up, Glee was made to move away so that he couldn't see the combination. He had been secretly inspecting the lab while they were down there, and he had seen the chest where something was locked in. Charles had made an effort to avoid walking near it, probably to not draw attention. This had to mean there was something important in it. Glee couldn't come to any other conclusion. What he didn't know was if it was the secret formula for the fertilizer, or if it was money. It could potentially be neither, who knows(aside from Charles of course). Looking around up stairs, he noticed that Candy was tucked into bed, and was listening to a bed time story. Apparently it was bed time for the family. Charles tapped Glee on the shoulder and began whispering quietly, "We have a cot you can use for the night, in the morning I'll run you to town, from there you’re on your own." This was a bit colder than he had expected, but it was a fairly obvious solution. "I understand, thank you for your hospitality." They had no idea who he really was, they were just being good hosts to him, and they also had a daughter. It was more logical to have him leave as soon as possible in case he did turn out to be dangerous. Sadly for them, they should have taken him to town that night instead. As everyone’s head hit the pillows for the night, Glee lay silently, contemplating his next move while he waited for the rest to doze off.

Soon the sound of snoring was coming from the bed that Charles rested in. It was the time to make his first move. Pulling the vials containing chemicals from his pockets, he began pouring very small quantities into the syringe in his medical kit. What he put in there wasn't much, but it was enough to kill, or at least make someone incredibly sick. What was healthy for plants, was deadly to humans in this scenario. Silently creeping over towards Charles' bed, he readied the syringe. Not a single noise could be heard as he reached the side of the bed, just next to Charles' arm. Pulling back the covers just a bit to expose skin, he hunched over and inserted the needle. It was a quick practiced motion. As he did so, Charles grunted and rustled a bit, but remained relatively still, and didn't awaken. With a smile, Glee pressed in the plunger, sending the terrible cocktail rocketing through Charles' blood stream. After the deed was done, he crept back over to his bed where he lay down in wait for the ensuing events. It shouldn't take long for it to take effect, as Charles had stored some pretty dangerous stuff down in his lab. Glee almost laughed when he heard the choking sounds that drifted through the air. It was all about to start.

Minutes passed as the choked coughs continued until finally there was a loud hacking followed by the vile noises of regurgitation. The splatter could be heard as it spread across the floor. After the vomiting stopped, he began gasping in pain and moaning quite loudly. At this point, Glee was no longer the only one awake. Elanor was rushing over to her husband, and Candy was looking around in a daze as she had just woken up. Once the other two were up from their beds, Glee followed up by slowly standing from the cot. It creaked as his weight was lifted, feigning a yawn he began speaking, "Wha-hawwwwwn. What's going on?" After pausing and rubbing his eyes a bit, and stretching his limbs, he looked over at the wife who was in a panic. "Oh god, is he sick? What's happening?" After he spoke Elanor simply stared at Glee for a moment as she thought of something to say. She must have been in shock or something at the severity of her husband's sickness, but tears slowly drifted down her cheeks. "I-I don't know what to do." She was incredibly morbid at the moment, another attribute of her dramatic personality that Glee had noticed earlier. Though, with her dumbed down senses due to the shock, his job became a lot easier. Manipulating someone who's brain is working at half capacity is much easier.

"Don't worry, I'm a Doctor, I'll do what I can, though i don't have all of my supplies with me." Glee walked over and put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her. He knew that physical contact can have a beneficial effect on the psyche as well as inspire some trust. It did appear to be working as well. A faint smile crossed her cheeks, though she was still racked with worry, as shown by her eyes and shuddering voice as she spoke. "R-really? You'd help us? Please just save him!" This caused an expression of discomfort on Glee, not because he felt bad, but as a part of his act. "Like I said, I don't have all of my supplies here, but I'll do what I can, just take Candy up stairs, I don't want her to see if this gets ugly." Glee grasped her hand and lead her over to her daughter. Slowly, she hunched over and told her that everything was alright. That Mr. Glee was going to help daddy, so they just had to wait upstairs. Candy hadn't known what was happening to begin with, so this actually caused more problems than it solved. Now the girl was crying because she thought something horrible had happened, which of course, it had. Once they were up the stairs, it was time for part two of his devious little scheme.

This step in the plan was actually going to be tricky. He had to act carefully and appear quite honest, but he also had to be quick, because with the severity of the poisons onset, Charles would likely die very soon. Glee must have mis-measured the chemicals, as he's not used to working with expensive materials. He may have a formal education, but he hasn't been in a lab for a while, as he's been wandering with Wiggles. Glee approached the vomit, watching the floor very closely. He didn't want to step in the vomit, that would just be vile, and it already smelled horribly. Who knew vegetable medley could carry such a sour stench. Glee proceeded to just behind Charles at the head of the bed, where he could talk to him. The choking noises had died down and he was moaning. His eyes were open, which showed some semblance of consciousness. Hopefully he would be able to speak or mumble in such a state. First things first, Glee had to make sure he was actually awake. "Hey, Charles, it's Glee, can you hear me? Don't speak, just blink your eyes." It took a moment, but it was quite clear. Charles eyelids fluttered up and down for a moment after Glee had asked. it was good that he could understand what was being said. "OK, I regret to tell you this, but I can't save you. You are going to die. Blink if you understand, as you know your body better than anyone else." Again, after a brief pause, and some tears trickling down the large man’s cheeks, the blinks came in a similar fashion to the first time. He knew he was going to die. "You will be leaving your wife and child when you die. They have nothing. Where do you keep your money? They need something to live on. Blink if it's in the lab, don't blink if it's somewhere else." Again, after a brief interval, the blinks came and this time Charles turned his head to look Glee in the eyes.

"Ughhhhh he-hey" He sounded to be in intense pain as he struggled to speak. "Shhhhh, don't talk, we need to be quick. I will take care of everything, I promise. Save your words for your final goodbye." This time Glee grasped Charles by the cheeks and held his head so they looked into each other’s eyes. "I need the combination to the locks. First the door, then the safe. Be very careful in your response. Blink once for each number, then pause before blinking the next one, OK?" Charles managed to nod his head a bit in response. "OK, first lock." Charles followed the instructions well. it was a four digit lock, and the numbers were 1-1-8-5. Glee grabbed something to write with and scribbled this down. "Now the second lock." This time Charles paused a moment, as if thinking about the response. He must have noticed that he had never told Glee about the second lock, but after a pause, he continued. The second lock was also four digits. The combination was 2-6-6-1. Glee wrote down this code quickly as well. "I'll go get your family now, just wait a moment and you'll be able to say goodbye." Charles turned his head back into resting position and managed to mutter something. "Thank you." It was very quiet, muttered under his breath, but Charles did manage to speak. Glee stood and looked at the man, before heading up the stairs. He had to break the news to his family.

The stares creaked, and with every step he took, Elanor shuddered a bit. When Glee got up the stairs, she was standing in a corner crying, while clutching Candy to her chest. As glee stepped towards them, he looked forlornly at the ground. Before he even reached her to start speaking, she already knew what he was going to say. "Oh-Oh no..." It wasn't as loud and dramatic as Glee had expected, but it was very genuine. She let go of Candy and slowly slumped down onto her knees. No matter what, she wasn't going to take the news well, that was for certain. Meanwhile Candy still had no idea what was happening. All she knew was that it had to do with her dad, and that Glee was supposed to help him. She was crying, but that was more in panic as her mother was a mess. Even if the mother already knew, Glee had to tell the daughter. "I-I'm sorry... I did all that I could, but without a proper facility... it just wasn't possible. He's... going to pass on soon, this is your last chance to speak to Charles." Reaching down, Glee grasped Elanor's hand and pulled her up onto her feet. She was too weak to do it by herself, and he would also need to help her down the stairs. What a bother. Gripping around her waist, he slowly lead her and Candy down the stairs to the dark room where slight moaning could be heard.

As soon as they got down there, the moaning stopped. Charles was a proud man, and likely didn't want them to see his weakness. Even in such a predicament where he knew he would die, he still clutched onto his pride. If anything, it only disgusted Glee. This may come as odd too some, as Glee is also a very proud man, but Glee isn't proud of himself, he is proud of his knowledge, and his creation. As they crept passed the table and over towards the bed, Glee released Elanor and let her take the last few steps. She wobbled, but managed not to fall. As she reached the bed, she dropped to her knees and gripped Charles hand in hers. This mushy scene was too much for Glee, he didn't like such things so he stepped to the side and let them continue. They spoke quietly, Candy being the most silent. It must be hard for such a young girl to see the strongest person in her life fading away like that. If Wiggles died in front of Glee, he would panic for sure, and would be obscenely depressed over the matter. The conversation was short and sweet until the final moments. Their last 'I love you' was interrupted by violent spasming on Charles’ part. He began quaking back and forth, panic in his eyes, before utter silence. His hand fell limp from Elanor's grasp, and she just sat there until morning.

Glee tried to be as helpful as he could bear to be. He patted her on the back, and took Candy back to bed. He tucked her in and had her sleep, while went back over to comfort the mom. She didn't speak, she just sat there staring at the man's face. It was a bit weird, and as a doctor, not something that they usually let happen. Reaching over, he gripped the blanket and tugged it up over the man’s face. He didn't mind her sitting there like that, but it was creepy to stare in a trance at the face of a dead person. She sat for several more minutes, a couple hours even, but Glee had to do something. He finally took action and walked over to her. He already knew what the next phase of his plan would be, so he might as well start setting up. "Hey, hey Elanor, I'm going to need you to back away now, if it's contagious there is a very large chance you could catch it." As he grasped her shoulder to pull her away she shook him off. He tried once more, but she looked up at him, anger in her eyes. "He's my husband. Let me stay with him." She was right, he was her husband, but if this were an actual disease, she was being very risky. "I know you love him very much, but you also love your daughter. What happens if you catch it and leave her by herself? Huh?!" She clenched her fists for a moment while staring back up at him. Her lower lip began to quiver, and once again she began to cry. "You are right. It's just... It's just it was so sudden..." As she finished her statement she clutched her arms around his waist and began weeping. Glee simply stroked her head and tried to comfort her. "Shhh... shhhh... shhh... it'll be OK, I'll help you guys through this. Get back to bed, I'll clean this up and we will bury him in the morning."

It was a pathetic sight as he helped her shuddering body over to the same bed as her daughter. They needed to be together in their shared moments of sorrow. After he helped her down, Glee headed up stairs for some cleaning supplies, and to arrange something. First things first, he went outside and went behind the house a little bit. After a few hard taps of his foot, the ground broke in front of him and Wiggle's head popped through the opening. "Hey boy! Good boy, good boy, yes you are!" He said this with excitement, but he had to tone it down. He didn't want anyone to hear. After a few pats on the large animals head, he could tell it was hungry. It wasn't as active as it normally was, and it wasn't as receptive to his joy. "Ahh you're hungry. I have a body for you, we just need a hole, and I'll get it to you tomorrow OK?" It most likely didn't understand his words completely, but with gestures and the general trust between the two, the message got across. Glee tapped his feet in four places, forming a rectangle, and soon, the ground between them was swallowed into a tunnel below. Wiggles had let its tunnel collapse allowing the dirt above to fall in. It then pushed the dirt onto the surface next to the hole. It was a decent size for a grave, so it would work.

Wiggles had successfully made a grave sized hole, though it may be a bit too large, it would work quite well. For good measure and to make it more convincing, Glee smeared some of the fresh dirt on his pant legs, and some on his hands. The cherry on the top so to speak was a shovel he found just inside to the right of the doorway. It was a decent shovel, so he needed to muck it up a bit as well. First off, he rubbed his hands on it quite hard to give his hands some chafing from the material. He also got a splinter or two which hurt, but it was all for the sake of appearances. After he finished dirtying the shovel, he walked over to the pile of dirt that Wiggles had procured and stabbed the shovel into the ground just next to it. Now that the hole for the body was taken care of, there were also other parts of his plan that needed to be taken care of. For one, he needed to make another convincing setup for the plan in the kitchen. Sneaking down the stairs again, careful not to make much noise, he knelt down in front of the metal door. Reaching into his pocket, he slid out the small paper he had tucked away the night before. It held the combinations for this door and the safe, and in moments he had begun entering them. As he slid the numbers on the door up and down, there were minor clicks but it wasn't that loud. His heart jumped when he heard some creaking coming from behind, but it was just the two rolling on the bed a bit, they hadn't awakened. Fearful that delaying would up the chances of exposure, Glee quickly entered the last couple digits.

With a slight scraping noise, the door opened, the whole while Glee was watching the two on the bed, he didn't want them to know he had the combination just yet. Once it was mostly open, enough for him to get through, he slid into the gap. The room was dark, and he didn't want to light it, and potentially wake anyone up, so he just felt his way around. From what he had seen the day before, Charles kept the place tidy, all glass away from the edges, and dangerous chemicals all in a cabinet. The table surface was gold as his hands glided across the surface, towards where he knew the cabinet was. Once he got to the other side, he had to guide himself along the wall with his hands until he felt them brush against the size of the large container. His hands fumbled for the handle for a moment, but he did end up finding them, and with a flip of the wrist, the latch came undone and the doors swung open. What stood before him were several rows of chemicals, and the rest of the glassware that didn't fit on the tables, or just needed to be put away. For this part he may need some light, but he was far enough in that it wouldn't leak to the floor above. Glee knew that dangling above in this general area was an oil lamp, but he had to swing his hands above his head a bit to find it. Next he had to brush over it to find the igniter, but he did so, and the fires glow emanated around the side of the room. With light at his aid it was time to grab the things he needed.

The main thing he wanted to check was if there were more of the chemicals left that he had taken. He had enough to make 3-4 more lethal doses, but who knew how much longer he would need it. He was in an unknown environment, with absolutely no idea where he was. If there were more people he had to deal with, he needed to be sure he could deal with them, especially if they were all big and strong like Charles. The problem was that there weren't. Sure, he could throw together some chemicals that could kill someone, but he wanted something with a similar effect if he was going to play this off as a disease. The only thing he could do was make something with the vomiting. It would be deadly, but it wouldn't leave people as short of breath and twitchy like Charles was. Anyways, it would have to do, as there as nothing else he could use, though, if he visited other houses, he may be able to find something. The second things he needed from the cabinet were things that changed colors when they reacted. He was going to use some more acting to his advantage, and with this advantage, he could easily infiltrate other houses. He found something that would work fine for the act. It was a mix of chemicals that turned blue when they were combined. It was perfect for the stunt he would perform. With all the chemicals he needed, he premixed the poison, so he wouldn't have to do it on the scene, and then he grabbed some extra vials and beakers to use in his displays. All of this was tucked into a satchel that he could carry around easily, then Glee reached up and switched of the lamp. He had no more business in this room until he came back down to steal the money. There was no reason to take it now and walk around with it. For one, if it was as sizable as he was hoping, it would be heavy. Secondly, it would be incredibly suspicious if he were to walk around with the money of the people’s home he had just visited. Even if he claimed it was for just causes, there would be no reason to believe him. The one last thing he wanted to do was locate the safe, and check the combination. Just to be certain it worked, otherwise this was all for naught. He was just about to head over, when he heard the creaking from above. Now it was time to prepare for the next day, not check his gains.

Glee hustled over towards the stairs he came down, the several containers clinking softly in the bag. It wasn't all that loud, but it was annoying to hear over and over, especially when you are trying to be silent. It dramatically upped his apprehension over the situation. He quickly darted up the stairs, putting his weight on his toes, and trying not to bump into the metal latch on the way out. If glass hit that metal it would make noise, and even worse, if it broke, it would spread dangerous chemicals down his back. He was squeezing through the small opening with the bag slung over his shoulder. It was probably no the best setup to be fitting through a small opening, but he managed. With little trouble he was through the gap and turning around to seal the latch. Using his foot, he pushed it down, and it clicked into place. Next he slid his foot over the small numbers sending them into random positions. When it wasn't too close to the actual combination, he glanced over at the bed. They were indeed starting to be a bit more active in their movements. They would probably be awake soon, though at this point he was pretty safe. Now it was just small stuff.

Glees next focus was the 'lab' setup in the kitchen up stairs. The word lab is used lightly as he will be doing very basic stuff, such as mixing and simply stirring. There would be no real chemistry going on, aside from some small color changes in the liquids. How it worked was he had a base, and then he had an acid/base identifying solution. When the identifier was introduced to the base, it simply turned blue, inversely, if it was introduced to an acid, it would turn red/orange in color. It started out as a faint pink in color. The benefit of using this is that it wouldn't change color in the presence of blood as blood was pretty close to a PH of 7, which is relatively neutral. Ideal for hiding the identifying solution in. It was perfect for acting like he was performing a blood test of some sort, especially since the two girls had no idea how any of this worked. Charles was quite confident that they didn't know a shred about chemistry, or science in general. That is, unless, you consider cooking a science, which, to some degree, it is. Just not the kind of 'science' that would be useful in this situation. Glee spread some of the beakers on the counter, and filled one with water, and one with the base. These were going to represent the 'same' chemical, as glee would use water on one of their blood tests and the base on the other. He would simply leave some of the identifier in the syringe when he drew blood from the mother. Once those were out, he had to rinse the syringe. it was the only one he had, and it may still contain some poison which he didn't want to inject in them yet. Once he was satisfied, he set it to the side with a small dab of the pink solution in it. When he grasped the syringe, his finger could easily cover it. He had everything set up ideally, now he just had to wait for them to wake up so he could weave his lies.

With lack of sleep, he almost passed out as he sat upstairs in a chair waiting for them. Sure, he hadn't physically dug the hole or anything of the sort, but it was stressful, he had worked as hard as he could, and he had recently been drifting at sea. These factors together could potentially make a man tired. Luckily, before he dozed off, Candy came up the stairs rubbing her eyes and bumping into things. She bumped into his chair, into the counter, and into a wall as she fumbled around for a cup. She got one from a cabinet and filled it with water before sitting next to Glee and drinking it. She looked more tired than anything, but there was a distinct undertone of sadness. She must have cried all she could last night, because no more tears were flowing. Her mother on the other hand still had tears dripping from her cheeks as she fumbled up the stairs. At least she had gained some strength in her lower body, unlike how she was the previous night. It was going to be quite the forlorn morning. Like her daughter, she filled a glass and started drinking. Neither seemed to care about the things on the counter, they just kind of sat in the chairs, completely distant from reality. Glee took it upon himself to kick start the day’s activities. "Well, last night I dug a hole for Charles behind the house. It is large enough for him, and it's in a nice spot near a tree. I think we should take care of him first before we get to some other serious matters." Elanor simply nodded in response to what Glee had said. She probably wasn't going to talk much for a while, she was quite stricken for grief. Unbeknownst to her, this silence would be short lived. They remained quiet as Glee went downstairs to get the body. He tightly wrapped the blanket around it and slid his arms underneath, which was a bit awkward. He wasn't used to physical stuff like this when it came to bodies. When he had inspected cadavers they were usually on a cart of some sort. He also recalled his distinct dislike of the smell. He had better be quick so as not to get too much of it on him. It was a tad unorthodox how he lowered the body, but he couldn't think of any reasonable ways to do it. The family didn't seem to mind, or at least they didn't protest it, but Glee still felt odd throwing a body into an open pit. Once it was set in the hole, he took the shovel he had placed, and started scooping dirt down onto him. The girls were still too dismal to say anything, so it was a silent funeral.

What a grueling endeavor it was to have to manually scoop the excessively large pile of dirt onto the body sitting lifeless below. Glee grunted with every scoop, and slowly hovered it over the hole before rotating the handle of the shovel and allowing it to fall down. It was a monotonous task that Glee really did not enjoy. Squelch, then a distinct grunt as he hoisted it up, then a soft patter as it fell below. The sequence of noises repeated over and over, and thinking about it was driving Glee nuts. He hated this repetitive sort of thing that also required effort. It was the worst kind of job, especially for someone of his status. A doctor and still shoveling dirt into a hole, this wasn't how the world was supposed to work. Though, to be honest, he did understand that it was his fault, and that it was a necessary task in order for the grad fruition of his devious plan. Despite all this, he hated it, and it made him want to repeatedly stab something over and over. But once again, this thought drove him to internal madness as it was the same type of task he was currently doing, just in a different fashion. Glee was quite disgusted at how pathetic he was thinking about all this. He needed to tough it out and just move the dirt. Like the glorious worm, all he had to do was move the dirt because his goal rested just beyond it. As soon as the thought of worms came to mind, he instantly relaxed. His unfounded respect for worms was disturbing to some, but he cared not. Worms were the embodiment of god. He even began smiling as he did the task, which in turn caused a gasp from his side. The wife stared at him in disgust while he smiled. Glee, quickly grasping at words in his mind to form a sentence managed to say something believable. "Ahh, sorry, I was just thinking about how nice he was to me, a complete stranger... I couldn't help but to smile at his kindness."

She seemed to accept the response and backed off a bit, which caused him to quiver. The strain in that moment as his heart skipped beats was incredible. He was surprised he still had the strength in his arms to continue. His own stupid obsession almost got him caught. He needed to be more careful with his act, so he rushed through the rest of the dirt in order to get to the next part. Satisfied with his job, he patted down the dirt with the shovel, and turned to the two. "Let's head inside, there's a test I have to do to make sure you guys aren't infected as well." Elanor once again gasped, but this time not in anger. It was completely in fear, not only for herself, but for her daughter. "You... you think we could have it as well?" Glee looked straight at her before responding. "I have no idea, but it's a possibility. I tested some of Charles' blood last night, and was able to figure out how to tell if someone is infected. It's a simple test that I will perform on both of you." Still afraid from the potential outcome of the test, Elanor hesitated for a long moment, but ended up quietly agreeing as all three walked into the kitchen. Glee headed over to a bucket of water and cleaned off his hands for the task. He had to at least pretend to care about being sterile with human patients. Once his hands were clean, he walked over to the counter and took the syringe that he had prepared beforehand. He paid special care to keep his finger over the pink liquid inside so that they couldn't see it. With his hand he beckoned for Elanor to come over. "OK Elanor, I'm going to test you first. I just need a small sample of blood."

She looked quite disturbed by the needle, and was quite intent on staying seated where she was. She must have been quite afraid of needles, or something to cause such a phobia. Glee needed this to proceed smoothly, so he decided to appeal to her motherly instinct. "Now now, don't let Candy see your fear. You have to appear strong, especially in this time of need." The comment must have struck home, because she almost immediately stood, and walked over to Glee's side. "OK, I'm going to prick your arm right here, it'll only feel like a slight pinch." Glee quickly inserted the needle and started pulling on the plunger. Once there was a visibly large enough amount of blood in the syringe, he drew the needle from her arm, and stuck a piece of cloth over it. "There. All done." Looking at the syringe, the fluids had mixed quite nicely. You couldn't tell by looking that the blood was mixed with anything. Next, glee grabbed the beaker with the base fluid in it and began talking to explain what was happening. "This appears to be a bacterial infection of the blood. It is deadly, as you have seen. When I mix it with this fluid, if there is bacteria present, it will 'freak out' and produce a blue liquid. that is how we know if you are infected." Holding the needle over the beaker, he pressed down on the plunger, squirting some of the blood into the container below. Almost immediately, the color turned from red to a purplish color. There was clearly blue around the edges, indicating that Elanor was 'infected'. As she saw this, her hands shot up to her mouth, as her face contorted in fear. She was in danger of once again going into shock by the time glee got to her. She lost strength in her legs and began to fell. Using his arms, glee quickly reached under her armpits and held her up. Candy got up and ran over to them, but Elanor now crying pushed her away. "NOOO. Do not come near me Candice... Not you too.... I won't lose you too." This aggression from her mother caused Candy to well up in tears and run outside, but Elanor was right. If she was infected, she should keep Candy away from her. "I'm... I'm so sorry Elanor. Let me take you downstairs to your bed, then i will go test Candice as well. If... in worst case scenario she is infected as well, I will let you two be together." She smiled slightly at the end of the statement, but was mostly zombified by the news. Draping her arm over his shoulder, Glee lead her down to the bed where he left her by herself.

This outcome was quite to his liking as the daughter was out of the house to see what happened next. As Glee ascended the stairs, he stared directly at the counter where he had placed the needle from earlier. It was about time to get things done. Going through his things, he pulled out the poison he had used on Charles. There was enough for roughly 3 people left so he had to be careful with the amounts that he used. Taking the syringe, he squirted the rest of the contents out and gave it a quick wash. Once it was nice and clean, he dipped it into the treacherous fluid that he would soon be using to silence Elanor. With a slow jerk, he pulled back the plunger and got what he thought was enough. Once it was in the needle, he carefully headed towards the stairs. it would be bad if he got bumped and pricked himself, he certainly didn't want to die by his own hands. Once he was at the base of the stairs, he turned and looked at Elanor with a soft smile. he took the few steps towards her bedside and peered down at her. She was staring up at him looking quite curious as to what he was going to do. "This should make the pain more bearable so you don't suffer. I don't want you screaming out in pain when Candy comes to say goodbye. Let me see your arm real quick." He grasped her arm gently and lowered the needle towards her skin. Her eyes closed as the tip touched against her skin. She really did not like needles. As it slid into her flesh, she gasped a bit, but was relatively silent. With a press of his thumb, the fluid was sent sweeping through her veins. "OK, I'll get her back here as quickly as I can." Like her husband, Elanor had nothing but kindness for Gleeford as she muttered "Thank you," in a whispered tone.

Once Glee turned around to leave, he cringed. He hated such mushy scenarios quite a bit, even more so because it was directed at him. It just left him feeling slightly caring inside and it was a feeling he didn't like. Luckily, she wouldn't be able to do it much longer. The stairs creaked as he climbed up once more, and he headed for the door. The door opened with a gliding motion, and the sun went directly into his eyes. While they had been busy earlier digging, and inside dealing with medical situations, it had gotten bright out. Shielding his eyes, he looked around the area, scanning for any sight of Candy. He didn't really care about letting her talk to her mother. He just needed her for the next part of his plan, and couldn't have her running away. He walked out a bit towards the field and looked off into the distance but he saw no sign of her. He took a few moments checking around the outside of the house, and he even walked out onto the hot road to look off down it. He couldn't see her way off in the distance, and it's not like she was fast, so she must be somewhere closer. It took him a moment, but he felt like an idiot once he realized it. The place where they had first met, the beach, was where she liked to hang out by herself. Where else would she go if she was feeling lonely?

Sure enough, as Glee went behind the house and peered through the trees, he could see the red dress against the dark ocean. She was just kneeling down at the base of the water with her head hunched over. She must not be handling the situation well, though, who could blame her. Her entire like just went to shit, and she was still a child. Glee walked quickly through the trees in her general direction. Some leaves crunched gently below his feet as he went. Once he reached the sand, he kicked off his shoes to not get them dirty. As he walked through the sticky sand, making a plopping sound, she turned to look at him. Surprisingly she wasn't crying anymore, she was just sitting there forlornly. Glee had half expected her to be completely flustered and bawling her eyes out. It's what any normal child would be doing in a situation like this. She still might end up a mess too, which is why Glee decided to to talk slow and calmly to try and keep her calm as well. "Hey, how are you doing?" She paused for a moment as she dragged her finger through the sand, making a distinct line. "Go away..." Glee got a little closer and sat down on the mess next to her. If he wanted to seem more intimate, he had to be willing to get a little messy. "Now now, don't be like that. Let's go talk to your mom." She glanced up at him for a moment, but continued to trace into the sand. After a moment, what she was writing became apparent. She was writing 'MOM' into the sand with her index finger. "Come on, she wants to see you." This time, Candy got a little angry when she looked at him. "That's a lie, you heard her too, she doesn't want to see me anymore." her eyes got a bit wet as she said this. Glee had apparently struck a nerve, and she was on the verge of throwing a fit again. "You know that's not true. She just doesn't want you to get hurt because of her. She's very sick, and she'd really like to see you." Her expression softened a bit at this, but she still didn't seem willing to come with him. This confused him a bit, he would never understand the minds of children, but he'd have to move on with the situation anyways. "She's going to die. Do you really want her to die thinking you don't love her?" This phrase was much more direct, and he could tell it dealt a large blow to her conscience. She looked genuinely scared at the prospect of her mother dying, especially at the part about her hating her mom. "I-I don't hate her!" At this point Glee knew he had won her over. So he continued with his word play. "Well, she doesn't seem to think so." Candy was getting more into the conversation, which gave Glee more confidence. She was more easy to manipulate than he had thought. His last statement had provoked another response. "But, that's not true!" The last challenge was over, all he needed to do now was seal the deal. "Well then, let's go let her know." As he said this, Glee stood and reached down to Candy.

Candy slowly reached up and grabbed Glee's wrist to pull herself up. Once she was up she shook some of the sand from her dress. There was a momentary patter as sand fell to the ground. It took her a moment to shake her legs a bit. They probably fell asleep from sitting there the whole time. It hadn't been all that long, maybe 30 minutes, but the sand was cold, it was quite possible that they had gotten stiff. Once she was up and ready to move, the proceeded together through the trees towards the house. He hair blew every which way as they went, there was a bit of a breeze passing by. It was a very nice day, aside from the tragic events that were soon to come. Coming to the back of the house, they rounded towards the front. Candy stared at her father’s grave as they passed it. The wounds in her heart were still quite fresh. Sadly, they would be torn wider in the minutes to come. Glee reached out and swung the door open. It slid open with a loud creak that made him cringe. It had scraped against the ground a bit producing a loud squeaky noise. Once they were in the top room, Glee noticed it was rather quiet in the house. If what he hoped had happened did indeed happen, then he would be pleased. His desire was for the mother to already be dead, which is why he had allowed Candy to stay outside for so long. The more drama between her and her mother, the less he would be able to stand it, so he had been trying to minimize the time for their meeting.

Leading the way down the stairs, he had her wait back a few steps so he could check first. When he got down to the base of the stairs and walked into view of the bed, he almost jumped. Elanor's eyes were wide open and staring in his direction. This was not the part that had caused fear in him though. The thing that had startled him is that her face was twisted in pain, her mouth hanging wide open. It was a feral expression that was built into human genes. Pain tended to contort the face by causing muscles to tense. Aside from the terrifying expression, she was completely motionless. "Do not come down here. Wait a moment for me to check on her." He was a bit late with his words, and he was made aware of this when he felt her bump into his back. "Don't open your eyes! You can't look at this." Hopefully he was in time with his directions, otherwise the mess he was avoiding would transpire. If Candy saw her mother like this, she would likely be sent screaming outside. She might even run to another house, and he didn't want all the attention that would receive. "Did you see it?" There was a brief pause that seemed to last ages, but she eventually responded. "See what?" Glee sighed in relief hearing these words. She either hadn't seen it or was extremely adept at hiding her emotions and lying. This was not likely, so he simply assumed she hadn't seen. "Nothing. Turn around and walk back up the stairs." She was hesitant, and extremely confused with the situation, but she listened and turned around. After she had taken the few steps to the stairs and started on her way up, Glee started moving again. He pulled the blanket up over Elanor's face and tucked it under her. Two bodies in one day was not fun to deliver to their graves, but he would have to do it again. He had to hide his evidence, and the ground was an easy place to do so.

Glee quickly went up the stair to talk to Candy. He had to explain the situation somewhat, as he still had uses for her. He couldn't have her left in the dark, because that would create suspicion. He needed her trust for things to progress smoothly. She was sitting down when he got up there, and she wasn't looking too happy at the moment. Quite the opposite indeed, as tears were streaming down her cheeks. He might not even have to tell her, she probably came to the correct conclusion. Despite this, he thought it would be better to say it directly. The conversation didn't last long, and she took the news quite well. She did cry, but she was not a frantic mess that couldn't be amended. Instead, it seemed as if she was emotionally numb. She Cried silently, and didn't move much while he was in her presence. At least she would be easy to manage from here on out. Glee went outside and grabbed the shovel. It was time to pretend he was digging. Once again, he marked a location and had Wiggles clear it out. He then had some dirt piled up next to it so he could fill it in. After the initial setup was done, he sat on the dirt pile, and every few moments hit his shovel on the ground to make some noise. It sounded convincing enough. After roughly an hour, he went back inside after smearing dirt on his hands and legs. Candy didn't even look at him. She just sat still in the chair, her tears were no longer flowing. She must have run dry. "Well, it's time to do the funeral. I can't let you see the body, but you can see the burial." She didn't respond. This was fine, he didn't have to hear any whining, and she wasn't off running about where he'd have to look for her. Glee couldn't have asked for a more perfect setup, and he was quite thrilled at his future prospects. After this dumb burial, and a nights rest, they would be off to hit a new house. Of course, Candy didn't know that she would be helping him greatly.

With the hole dug, Glee needed to head down and scoop up the body. This was not something he wanted to experience again as the last time it was quite foul. Not because of the stench of death, but the stench of vomit. It was fresh and nasty enough to cause him to gag. He wrapped the sheets and blankets tightly around the body to seal off the stench. The stairs weren't long, so it wouldn't be too hard, it's just that he hates lifting stuff. What's the point of having a massive worm if it isn't doing all the lifting? Glee pondered this as he began to kneel down and lift the corpse. As his hands came upon what felt like the arm, he recalled something. He still needed to perform the blood test on Candy. He obviously knew she wasn't sick, but it was a part of the plan that he needed to complete. He also really wanted a reason to delay his handling of the corpse. This was a perfect excuse, as he really did need to do it at some point. Slowly releasing his grip on the appendage and turned towards the stairs. He climbed the steps in a frantic manner as he wanted to escape the foul stench in the air. Once he got to the top floor, he was greeted with the blank stare of the young girl. She really did seem devoid of all energy. It was odd seeing the shell of a former energetic girl sitting before him.

The stare lasted but a moment before he snapped out of his momentary daze. For some reason he felt guilty about the things he was putting her through. He had to quickly subside these thoughts so that he could continue. Stepping towards the counter, he reached up and grabbed the few things he needed, namely the syringe. With the container of water, he thoroughly cleaned the instrument. It was easy enough to clean of the toxin that was present in the tool, but he needed to appear professional. If it was indeed a contagious disease, he needed to appear thorough. Once he was sure no traces of any blood were left inside it, he turned slightly to beckon to the young girl. "Before I get to occupied with burying your mother, I want to perform your blood test, you know, just to make sure. You haven't shown any symptoms so I think you're okay." She looked up at him briefly before sliding her bottom off of the seat. She had no intentions of disobeying him at this point. She most likely felt he was trust worthy. Her response was a mumbled, "Okay Mr. Gleeford." Looking down at her, Glee smiled softly so that she could see. "Now, there's no need for formality, just call me Glee." This time she didn't speak, but simply nodded in his direction. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to lend him her arm so he could draw some blood. Once he grasped it, he quickly inserted the needle and began drawing blood. She hardly had time to wince at the pain before he had finished. With the blood obtained, Glee quickly reached over for the safe beaker and started stirring some of the blood in. Nothing happened as the red fluid swirled lightly in the water. It was subtle, but there was a brief sign of relief on the girls face. Despite her sorrow for her family, she herself was happy to be safe. "Whelp, looks like we are all done. Why don't you wash up and then we can perform a small funeral." Glee disappeared back into the floor below to grab the body, leaving Candy to wipe herself up. She didn't have much time as her mother was fairly light, allowing Glee to quickly bring it up.

The trek down and up the stairs was short, but Glee could hardly bear it. The entire time he held his breath as he rushed up the short set of stairs. He didn't even pay Candy a glance before he hustled through the door and out towards the hole in the ground. Carefully, he lowered the mother in, just as Candy was exiting the door. She stared in his direction as the body came to rest on the cold ground below. "So, do you want to say anything before I start?" Glee looked at her with a serious expression on his face as he awaited the response. Candy opened her mouth for a brief moment as if to start, but quickly shut it. She was hesitant to speak. Glee didn't wait another moment once she had backed down. Grasping the shovel, he once again began scooping the dirt into the hole. The second time was much worse as his arms were stiff and a bit sore. This kind of task was so menial that he hoped to never perform it again. The upside was that with each scoop, he grew closer and closer to his goal. He would use the girl as a tool to get into houses. They would warn people of the disease and Glee would offer to test them. Candy would serve as an alibi and a testament to his skills. She had seen him perform the test on her and her mother, and as far as she knew, he was quite accurate. He had also been kind to her which would aid in the deception. Before he knew it, the hole was filled, and the sun was dipping behind the horizon. It was time for bed, and in the next morning they would leave.

The night was rough for Glee. He couldn't get a wink of sleep due to the environment he was in. It wasn't the smell, it wasn't the guilt he should have felt, and it wasn't the lumpy bed. There was one thing that kept him up, and that was Candy. He had decided to sleep upstairs, yet he could hear the loud cries coming from below. She had cried the day before, run out of tears, spent a whole other day waiting as her mom died, yet not shed tears. She had bottled it up, and in her dreams, it seeped out. It was unbearable for Glee. He had worked hard that day with his manual labor and he just wanted some sleep. This must be that 'karma' they spoke of. He killed two people, so he wasn't allowed to sleep that night. Luckily, being a farm girl, Candy was up at the break of dawn, finally granting him some silence. Glee took this opportunity to head into the basement. With glee he collected the spoils of his efforts. It wasn't nearly as much as he had hoped, though, the best treasure of all were the chemicals he could use to hit other houses. He would have never dreamed that such a perfect opportunity would present itself to him, and yet it had. He was now equipped to go on a crime spree the likes of which Greensland had never seen. With some help from the child, and perhaps a few more cohorts, they could crush this island and make an enormous profit. Now all he needed were some partners. Taking Candy with him, they were off on the road towards 'better' horizons.

End.

Ended up as a sort of prequel story for my old OC Octavious Gleeford.