07-31-2017, 08:50 AM
Upon his return to the shanty that he called home, Veritas knew that he had a lot to think about. For starters he had been bamboozled into signing documents which essentially sold his freedom away for nothing more than a cybernetic arm that he had not wished to have on his body. The arrogance of Doctor Kratz was beginning to become intolerable. Also, how much force did it take to make sure the doctor stayed down? Was he going to have to break his word to Doctor Johnson and actually do something about that not so good doctor after all? Well, he'd wait. If the Doctor took him in for another unwanted series of experiments, perhaps he would do something about it. Scowling as he looked at the drab, light gray walls of the apartment on Tier Four that he had taken over, which had been uninhabited, and had a roach problem, he laid down on the lumpy bed, and tried to get some sleep. With the springs of the bed pressing into his back, however sleep was rendered harder than it should be. Of course this was not the only reason that sleep eluded him. One of the reasons was the creaking of the floor boards of the apartment every time the roaches made their way across the floor.
In addition to the bed he was sleeping in, or rather, trying to sleep in, the place had an infestation. Much like his annoyance with Doctor Kratz, his annoyance at his living conditions was something that he knew he was going to have to resolve, one way or another. Yet another situation came to mind when the sound of fireworks bomb-blasted his ear drums and he looked out the window. Great, those idiots were still at it, launching the fireworks that they had, and driving him one step closer to shishkabobing them with the Dark Saber Replica if they kept it up. The noise was annoying, and in combination with his other problems was adding more stress than he knew he could handle. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, Veritas considered his options.
The first thing on his list should be taken care of first. Unfortunately he was not good at the law/legal matters and so he was going to need to find someone who was, who could help him with his problems. In short, what he needed right now more than anything else was a lawyer of sorts who could wade through the sea of legalese on the documents, which he had downloaded to his Mobile Dataverse Device, so he could figure a way out of the problems that he currently had. Finding a lawyer was going to have to wait however, for he was about to have guests. After hearing persistent and loud knocking on the door, Veritas went down to check out what the source of the racket was, as he had been trying and miserably failing to get any sort of suitable rest. If it was a salesman, Veritas was not going to be so nice to them. They were going to learn the error of their ways, via having the Dark Saber inserted into them very rapidly, and have several new breathing holes.
Yeesh, he did need to calm down before he murdered someone. Of course with the past few days he had, it was no surprise he was in the mother of all foul moods right now. As the rapping which was beginning to grate on the last infinitesimally small pieces of nerves that he had left for the next month, he decided he was definitely going to go down and answer it. For the sakes of the individuals down there, Veritas hoped it was not a door to door salesman, but he couldn't be sure. If it was Doctor Kratz? People were going to definitely be screaming by the time he finished with the good doctor, as the absolute last thing he needed right now was a visit from that doctor.
No one was going to be cutting into him again, he could tell anyone who tried that much. They'd learn just how unpleasant he could be if they tried such. After all he didn't have to be nicey-nice anymore with the not so good doctor. He was here, at his 'home' he was squatting in. Eventually he was going to need a new place to call home. A good home, a two story one would be one that would fit his desires and tastes more than the one he had now. At least, it would be better than the one that he had at present. However, he couldn't focus on his desires right now. There was only one thing he was going to focus on, and that was attempting to knock out that racket that was coming from downstairs. Doubling his pace downstairs, he'd go to check out what it was.
In addition to the bed he was sleeping in, or rather, trying to sleep in, the place had an infestation. Much like his annoyance with Doctor Kratz, his annoyance at his living conditions was something that he knew he was going to have to resolve, one way or another. Yet another situation came to mind when the sound of fireworks bomb-blasted his ear drums and he looked out the window. Great, those idiots were still at it, launching the fireworks that they had, and driving him one step closer to shishkabobing them with the Dark Saber Replica if they kept it up. The noise was annoying, and in combination with his other problems was adding more stress than he knew he could handle. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, Veritas considered his options.
The first thing on his list should be taken care of first. Unfortunately he was not good at the law/legal matters and so he was going to need to find someone who was, who could help him with his problems. In short, what he needed right now more than anything else was a lawyer of sorts who could wade through the sea of legalese on the documents, which he had downloaded to his Mobile Dataverse Device, so he could figure a way out of the problems that he currently had. Finding a lawyer was going to have to wait however, for he was about to have guests. After hearing persistent and loud knocking on the door, Veritas went down to check out what the source of the racket was, as he had been trying and miserably failing to get any sort of suitable rest. If it was a salesman, Veritas was not going to be so nice to them. They were going to learn the error of their ways, via having the Dark Saber inserted into them very rapidly, and have several new breathing holes.
Yeesh, he did need to calm down before he murdered someone. Of course with the past few days he had, it was no surprise he was in the mother of all foul moods right now. As the rapping which was beginning to grate on the last infinitesimally small pieces of nerves that he had left for the next month, he decided he was definitely going to go down and answer it. For the sakes of the individuals down there, Veritas hoped it was not a door to door salesman, but he couldn't be sure. If it was Doctor Kratz? People were going to definitely be screaming by the time he finished with the good doctor, as the absolute last thing he needed right now was a visit from that doctor.
No one was going to be cutting into him again, he could tell anyone who tried that much. They'd learn just how unpleasant he could be if they tried such. After all he didn't have to be nicey-nice anymore with the not so good doctor. He was here, at his 'home' he was squatting in. Eventually he was going to need a new place to call home. A good home, a two story one would be one that would fit his desires and tastes more than the one he had now. At least, it would be better than the one that he had at present. However, he couldn't focus on his desires right now. There was only one thing he was going to focus on, and that was attempting to knock out that racket that was coming from downstairs. Doubling his pace downstairs, he'd go to check out what it was.