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The dirty row of buildings were pressed too close together had brick, but it was ashy from the nearby factory. Lilura's house (and furthermore the lab) were in the middle and had a thin alleyway on both sides. The one to the left was a bit wider, enough to barely allow a carriage through, but with only inches to spare.

Her door was numbered 313 and it had a nice knob on the front of it. She had windows, one on either side of the door. Each had heavy drapes to keep sunlight (or was it peeping eyes) out. There were basement windows, each covered in thick soot - or perhaps paint from the inside. The upstairs windows looked much the same.

It was a rumour around London though, that the owner made hellish creatures in the basement and only had one half of her body. One could even assume that Queen Victoria herself had heard the tales, because she had once sent someone to speak to the young, female inventor.

Whatever the occasion, it would be fun to see what the steam-punk inventor might have up her sleeves for Halloween. Surely she would have something amazing.

(wooh! Steampunk!)

Doc walked silently through the street. He had heard of this young inventor and was curious of what monstrosities she had created.
As always, his grotesquely destroyed face was hidden by his beaked gas mask and he had his rifle slung over his shoulder as well as his pet fox cub, Keera, in his arms.
He quickly found the home and knocked, his bright red lenses on his mask seeming very out of place, as did Keera.

One minutes. Two minutes. Perhaps she's not home?

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Oh, okay, she is home. As Lilura opens the door an orange puff comes racing out to greet whoever is at the door. The pom jumps up and down, yipping loudly.

"Cog. Get back in. You'll get dirty." Lilura sounds like she may have had a drink or two. Her eyes are both covered by goggles and she peers out at the stranger.

"Yesh?" She leans over, "Oh, the treats." She opens the door wider, reaching for the plate full of little mini-cakes. She picks one up, a door behind her slamming, seemingly of it's own accord. She turns, to look over her shoulder, "Stop acting like a child!"

Once more she faces forward, offering the little treat, "This is what you came for, correct?"

"I do not take pleasure in such menial things as treats," Doc looked down at her, "I have come to talk about zee inventions of yours," he smiled behind his gasmask.

Lilura sobered quickly, "I've not nothing of use to anyone but myself, unless you would like me to lop off a hand and give you my violin bow." She gestured with her hand to a prosthetic that did indeed have a bow attached to it.

From behind her though, the door that slammed was shaking. She turned her head, "I'll send you back to the hell dimension you came from when I'm done here you FOUL BEAST!" Clearly something was very wrong in this household.

Doc, the poor, insane man, took this as an invitation into her home, brushing by her with ease, showing very clear strength. He looked around the home, "Have you ever designed a waffe? A weapon?" he asked as he set Keera down and she began sniffing around the home. "I vould like for you to construct for me a tank."

Lilura sat on the back of the sofa. She laughed, "I wouldn't be able to design a weapon for just anyone. I have men I work for, after all." She crossed her one whole leg over the other, "Besides, I specialize in subtle weaponry and communication devices."

The pounding continued, however. She did nothing to stop it, the door straining on the hinges, "You'll have to hire someone else.

"I'm afraid everyone else has refused as vell," he said as he picked up random objects, "Zey are dead now," he said it without a care at all, "I vould like a tank please," he said and walked towards the door, hands behind his back as he examined it, then pulled out a pistol and shot each of the three hinges and the lock, taking a step back as he did so.

She didn't get out of the water much, but it was a goal of hers to be more social. Sometimes. Occasionally. It was so hard to make friends when she kept sleeping away a century or two here and there.

But there was something very odd going on tonight. People were going door to door and having mercifully brief interactions with one another. Just long enough to get a good sniff of the other's aura, but not necessarily long enough to have to make awkward small talk. A perfect ice breaker.

Scylla trudges from house to house in a robe of fish scales, a black witch hat atop her so-colorless-it's-transparent head of hair. Knowing nothing of the odds things that supposedly go on (and are perhaps going on) inside this particular flat, she approaches Lilura's door and knocks, brandishing her treat bag prematurely.

The sound did little to bother Lilura. Both ears were accustomed to explosions and blasts in her basement lab. The ringing started, but she ignored it, focusing on the sounds she could hear. The door fell to the floor, but nothing came out. There was nothing to the source of the sound, on the other side of the door, "I've no interest in building you anything."

The little orange ball of fur raced up the stairs in a blur. Lilura let him go. He knew how to hide and would go into their little safe room.

She opened the door, holding the tray of cupcakes, as though nothing was happening. There was something really wrong with this woman.

Doc came up behind her and put his gun to her head, "Really, you're not going to build me anything eizer? Zat is vat zee other three inventors said too."

Scylla blinks at the tray of cupcakes, and then at the man holding a gun to the woman's head. Okay, so a bit different than the other houses on the block. "Whoa whoa whoa. Is this some kind of holiday prank or what?"

Lilura felt the gun against her skull, "I believe that this mad-man is threatening my life. The funny thing is that he can't threaten me. There are men far more terrifying than him." She was strangely calm as she picked up one of the cupcakes, "I believe that it's quite rude to just barge into someone's home when they are so kind as to offer you a treat."

she paused, "Of course, I poisoned the cupcakes." She dropped the one she was holding. It exploded into a blinding puff of smoke and when it was gone - so was she.

"I am not a fan of witch craft..." Doc groaned and turned around, "And it is very insulting Chen you say zere are men more terrifying zen me," he said and began to remove his gasmask, revealing the zombie like face beneath it. His cheeks were all but missing entirely and his lips were missing. His eyes were sunken deep into his skull, the vivid green a stark contrast to the ghostly pale the rest of his face was. His nose was nothing but cartilage and his cheeks were nothing but sinew and if you looked at him from the side, you could see through one side and out the other.

Once again, Scylla is left blinking in surprise as Lilura goes missing - but she has the presence of mind to catch the tray of cupcakes as the person who used to be holding it goes missing. "Cool! Poisoned cupcakes!" She shouts, and then, taking one look at James' newly revealed face, wrinkles her brow and goes running as fast as her awkwardly oversized feet will carry her, clutching her bounty of contaminated baked goods.