Dr. Herbert West

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“What good would doing my experiments do on living patients, hm? My serum wouldn’t make them anymore alive -- and how careless do you think I am?” He asked defensively, perhaps peacocking in order to cover up the fact that he was genuinely nervous about being in the general public again. 

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Herbert’s morbid wonder switched like a light over to annoyance. He looked back at Judas, folding his hands on the table. “My license was revoked when I was imprisoned, and last I checked, I was still a wanted fugitive. How is that going to work, exactly?”

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“Idiots.” Herbert barked. “This. This right here is why my work is so important. They should get a first hand encounter with what my work can do.” He mumbled the last sentence mostly in irritation, but the wheels of revenge were already turning in his head.

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“Retire gracefully?” Herbert mocked, slapping his hand on the table with a scoff. “They have no idea what they’re talking about! I’ve put you in better shape than they could even imagine! I bet half the board are fat layabouts that can’t even hold a scalpel steady, right?!”

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“You’re a perfectly capable doctor with no discernible signs to a loss of work induced by your age. There should be no one in that hospital that thinks of you as anything less than esteemed. Who is calling you an ‘old man’?”

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Defensively, the hairs on the back of Herbert’s neck stood on end. Judas suddenly had more of Herbert’s patience than before.  “Which patients?”

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“Interesting.” Herbert offered without a single ounce of sincerity. He watched as Judas ate his salad with glee and sighed, taking down big gulps of his coffee to cut through anything possibly healthy touching his tongue.  “Do they understand that you’re worth more than just editing an out of date paper?”

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“No one living.” Herbert promised, enjoying the liberty such a promise provided him.  Picking at the salad, Herbert singled out the fruit first before finally starting on the greens. For a doctor and scientist, his personal diet was usually made up of soda, coffee, and a various other sugary snacks. Even more so when he wasn’t using his serum to self-medicate.  “There’s no reason to bother if it’s just going to be a waste of time.”

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“This and that.” He said vaguely, sitting down at the table. “Unethical ideas. No one will be hurt.” Drinking down his mug of sugar-laced coffee, he looked back up at Judas. “How’s your paper coming along?”

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It wasn’t without trying that Herbert had hoped that Judas had forgotten about his presence in the basement, working well past lunch. But on the third reminder that lunch was ready and a threat that Herbert would be dragged up the stairs, he finally resigned to his fate and stepped away from his work bench. The usefulness of his stolen specimens were near their end anyway. 

Untucking his tie from his shirt, Herbert walked upstairs and washed his hands in the kitchen sink. “I’m going to need to get back into the hospital this weekend.”

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Herbert contemplated his options before deciding. He looked back down at his notes and had the bubbling muck in petri dishes. “I’ll be up for lunch, then. Brew more coffee.” Knowing Judas well enough by now, Herbert realized that he’d had no chance on skipping out on the offers all together, less he be manhandled and dragged upstairs.

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Toeing the line of irritation, Herbert looked back up from his work bench. He looked over at Judas, the strain of keeping his temper under control evident by the small pulsating vein in his forehead. 

“If I come up and eat, will I be left alone for the afternoon? I’m bound to a time limit.”

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“I was on a time limit.” Herbert continued, almost laughing at Judas’ suggestion. “I don’t always have time for you to run negotiations.”

Waving his free hand in some vague gesture of disinterest, Herbert hunched back over his work bench. “Besides, I wasn’t seen, and they were just going to throw it out anyway.”

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Hunched over two separate specimen containers, currently playing host of God only knew what type of monstrosity, Herbert quickly took down a list of chicken-scratch notes. 

Once Judas was finally no longer in a position to be ignored, Herbert still only managed to speak with a vague interest. 

“I’m not. I’m testing differences in amniotic fluid. I went behind your back and managed to get some human samples from the hospital.” He looked up, offering a glance and the only semblance of remorse he was capable of. “Sorry, Dr. Myer.” 

A small mention that I’ll further elaborate in the reboot of this page: 

Herbert is pretty ship exclusive to 3 characters: 

1.) An OC by @bastardantichrist 2.) Dan Cain’s 3.) May Dove Canady (May 2002)

If anything else comes up, I’ll think about it, but most of the time, Herbert’s just too completely insufferably occupied with himself and his work to even bother with another else -- unless they serve a purpose. He’ll more than likely manipulate your muse if they have something to offer him, but romantic shipping is pretty exclusive.