GBG Pilot Wilhelm: Session 2

<Darkling> This wasn't like your other visits Wilhelm, you hadn't been kept waiting in Freyja's office before while she attended to other things. You were always at the top of her to do list. It didn't help that the office felt uncomfortably warm, and she even had her fireplace on.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Yeah...she was angry.
<Darkling> The door to her office opens and she walks in, her suit not revealing flesh for once. Behind her trails a man with a devilish grin on his face. "I believe you remember Mister Vaettir?" She says, taking a seat across from you.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...I do." He has a blank look on his face, prepared for whatever is going on.
<Darkling> "Good. Let us begin then." She looks to him.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He sits back, arms folded over his chest.
<Darkling> "Straight to business," Vaettir begins. "You see, there have been some complications recently, which I know you are aware of. Your existence as something beyond a normal sync positive boy happens to be known by people it should not."
<Darkling> "Knowledge of such is very dangerous you know, considering how the public takes to cloning in general." He leans in, eyes gleaming behind his streamlined glasses.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Known?" He snorts. "The one and only person that knows is hardly aware of what it means."
<Darkling> "And yet she is the person who should not know, for she is the subject of your purpose for being here."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He shifts his position, sweating more from the heat than the situation. He looks to Freyja.
<Darkling> "From what we have seen, you do not appear to be in control of the situation at hand by any means." He his attention to his fingernails, picking out some dirt.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I have more than enough control, she'll do as I say."
<Darkling> "But will you do as they say?" Freyja asks, head tilting up in reference.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I'm well aware of my loyalties." They hold his continued life in their hands, if nothing else.
<Darkling> "Good." Vaettir blows on his finger nails. "Your loyalty is going to be tested very soon. We want her journal."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Fine."
<Darkling> "Good." Freyja smiles.
<Darkling> "Continue to serve them well and you shall be rewarded mightily by anything you wish for in the next life." Vaettir leans towards you again, eyes narrowing.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> His own eyes narrow. Well...someone else he can't trust. Noted, Mister Vaettir.
<Darkling> "But consider yourself on thin ice, as it were. There was debate on an order for termination of anyone linked to the incident of your exposure.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> That...shouldn't bother him as much as it does on the inside. He holds his cold exterior admirably though. "They do what then think is best in the end."
<Darkling> "Indeed they do. This is for you." He tosses him a flash drive. "Have a look over it when you get home. It might be useful." He then stands. "I have other business to attend to."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He eyes it, then pockets it.
<Darkling> Vaettir walks towards the door, whistling a children's tune. As he leaves you can just make out his grin as it words 'life is but a dream.'
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Once Vaettir is gone he looks to Freyja.
<Darkling> "As much as you meant well in saving those children's lives, you should not have brought them here."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I had planned to take them elsewhere, but the tunnel had collasped. I did not mean to inconvenience you."
<Darkling> "Things may begin moving much faster now. They want results, and don't care for excuses." She looks upset to say the least, but her tone isn't one of anger.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I want to ask you something, Freyja."
<Darkling> It takes her a moment to answer as she composes herself. "Of course."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I trust you. No...more than that." His cheeks color, briefly. "I will serve with loyalty until the very end. But...why? Why didn't you tell me about Grendel?"
<Darkling> That must have touched a nerve, she looks away.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He waits quietly.
<Darkling> "It was not my place to tell you." She says, still keeping her eyes on the window.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "There's no one else I can ask." He stands up, approaching her desk.
<Darkling> Is that, a tear running down her cheek?
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He reaches out, wiping away the tear.
<Darkling> She flinches at the touch, turning away and opening her a drawer. She pulls out a photo frame, handing it to him.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He takes the photo, sitting on the edge of her desk as he looks it over.
<Darkling> "That," she points weakly to the boy in the picture. "Is my son."
<Darkling> "G...Grendel."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He frowns, brow furrowing.
<Darkling> "You may not understand.." She wipes away another tear.
<Darkling> "They combined dna from my son, and my husband to create you."
<Darkling> "Both were supposed to be dead. You are not the only one they have lied to."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I'm...I'm sorry, Freyja. I really am. I shouldn't have asked. I know so little about myself." He smirks weakly, then hands the photo back.
<Darkling> She takes it, tears dripping down to mar the glass.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He sighs, looking out the window as he sits on her desk.
<Darkling> "You are all I have left of them!" She turns, pushing him onto the desk. This close you can tell she's clearly been drinking.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...what..."
<Darkling> Her hand comes up to your face, shaking as it strokes your cheek.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> This was...beyond anything he'd had to deal with from her before. He was used to her strange behavior. She wasn't Freyja without it. But this...this was...
<Darkling> Her breath quivers, hot on your neck as her face draws near, fragrant hair draping around your own face.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...Freyja..." How to stop this.
<Darkling> Without much resistance, she moved you farther onto the desk, climbing up and straddling you, hands beginning to work furiously to remove your pants.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Hands reach out to grab her wrists, stop her. "Is your office the best place? Surely they're watching."
<Darkling> "I don't care!" Even with you holding her arms she just uses her weight to thrust herself down on top of you.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "You have to calm down Freyja."
<Darkling> She jerks back, tearing his shirt with her as buttons fly, her flaming hair wild.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Doctor Freyja!" He has to get through to her somehow.
<Darkling> Her shirt more or less explodes off her chest and she thrusts herself back down on you.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He has to push her up and, gritting his teeth, slaps her. This may not end well, but he has to save her as much as himself. "Snap out of it Freyja!"
<Darkling> The look of shock on her face will probably stick in your mind for some time. She blinks, clambering back off the desk.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I'm sorry, but...are you alright now?" He sits up.
<Darkling> "Yes." She pulls her shirt back together, holding it tight. "You are due back home."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He gets off the desk. "My...next appointment?"
<Darkling> "Next week, same time." She looks out the window away from you again.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...of course." Not much else to say now, is there? He ignores his ruined shirt, leaving quietly.