It was finally finished. The new drug should make it easy enough to make docile people who take it, and give them simple commands. He was happy with the results on the animals, but needed them tested on humanoids and others with what people would call free will. It was hard to test that theory in the lab, since doing so would usually require people willing to try it, and could take time, plus compensation was usually an annoying process, and if things go well it could lead to lawsuits. Instead, he called up the anonymous street merchant that he had seduced who knew how long ago. The guy was some humanoid demon, but it was best to use a throwaway phone, which he did. They agreed to meet in the usual spot.
Getting dropped off downtown, wearing a black business casual under a cloak was the best way to keep one from noticing too much of the blondes appearance normally, but the Hanya mask on his feminine face was better, for only those of his clan would know who he was by this mask. It was a basic sense to hide ones identity from someone who would likely use it for unsavory means, but he always provided results. This was one of those strange situations where he could rely on the guy to watch what happened to those who took it, and report it later. He loved that, but of course to keep the guy from thinking too much, he had to play the part of the dame, and that meant using feminine charm to keep him from thinking too much about him.
"Yo, Dr.D, I heard you were looking to put something out for testing, well you called the right Man for the job." the punkish accent he held was almost endearing, if he was not certain that the guy was a completely incompetent otherwise. Still, he got results well enough. Aoshun would not adjust anything of his appearance, but kept the aura hidden with in the cloak, one of the few times he actually dimmed his light. "I see, on time as usual you creature you, yes, I want you to put these out on the street and remember to take note of their responses, I will come back to see you in a months time, agreed?" he would ask, putting a little bit of seduction into his tone, just enough to play on the boy's hormones.
All the while, unaware that someone was close enough to hear, in this alleyway that most people would not be in. Someone had overheard. That person would make themselves known probably when the item in question was being passed to the punk. Aoshun had wrapped them up in plastic pills, and put them in a sandwich bag with the letters "Test BDCS" on it. He would feel that the cloak was brushing his ankles, glad to have been wearing stockings that day. Still, kept a careful eye on the punk and the surrounding, just barely missing the person hiding from view for the moment.
Getting dropped off downtown, wearing a black business casual under a cloak was the best way to keep one from noticing too much of the blondes appearance normally, but the Hanya mask on his feminine face was better, for only those of his clan would know who he was by this mask. It was a basic sense to hide ones identity from someone who would likely use it for unsavory means, but he always provided results. This was one of those strange situations where he could rely on the guy to watch what happened to those who took it, and report it later. He loved that, but of course to keep the guy from thinking too much, he had to play the part of the dame, and that meant using feminine charm to keep him from thinking too much about him.
"Yo, Dr.D, I heard you were looking to put something out for testing, well you called the right Man for the job." the punkish accent he held was almost endearing, if he was not certain that the guy was a completely incompetent otherwise. Still, he got results well enough. Aoshun would not adjust anything of his appearance, but kept the aura hidden with in the cloak, one of the few times he actually dimmed his light. "I see, on time as usual you creature you, yes, I want you to put these out on the street and remember to take note of their responses, I will come back to see you in a months time, agreed?" he would ask, putting a little bit of seduction into his tone, just enough to play on the boy's hormones.
All the while, unaware that someone was close enough to hear, in this alleyway that most people would not be in. Someone had overheard. That person would make themselves known probably when the item in question was being passed to the punk. Aoshun had wrapped them up in plastic pills, and put them in a sandwich bag with the letters "Test BDCS" on it. He would feel that the cloak was brushing his ankles, glad to have been wearing stockings that day. Still, kept a careful eye on the punk and the surrounding, just barely missing the person hiding from view for the moment.