Endrik was busy at work. He had plans – many plans, actually, but at the moment one took his focus. Mandy. She was coming along nicely but had hit a stumbling block of sorts in her training. Something easily rectified though. It was time she had her own laboratory. The tough part was the raw materials. Endrik had acquired his over years of cultivation, and ghouling willing and unwilling participants, casting off spare…parts to use later.
To create a lab for Mandy though would require fresh materials, a concept she may yet find distasteful. Though she did seem more interested in the kuldonic sorcery than her other abilities; still, a proper Tzimisce should be well versed in it. He’d have to start rounding up some materials shortly.
He start first though by making space in his own lab, moving furniture, re-arranging experiments and activities, to clear space. once that was done a wall would need be erected, a simple matter, he Was an architect after all, and his capabilities did not end in the design phase. no he was quite adept at construction as well. A simple enough mater, a wall and a door, made of lumber and plaster; a door of wood; lighting, outlets, simple wiring. With his strength and speed it took little more than a single night.
Next, furnishings. Again, a simple enough mater; a desk, a workbench, a medical table, chairs, restraints. Nothing too fancy. With that done he turned his mind towards the last part of construction. The raw materials. People. It might be difficult for her to come into her new surprise to find screaming shrieking panicked people chained to a wall. It would be better if they were docile. Calm. Two should be good. He went out into the streets, looking for likely subjects. The homeless of course were easy prey, but were often diseased and in poor health, making for less than desirable crafting materials. College students though, always looking for extra money, and in the prime of their lives, usually in good health, but often they were noticed missing.
Still nothing he hadn’t done before. A flash of cash, to lure them in, then a swift application of dominate to follow him home, after which he would condition them. It took time but it was worthwhile. While doing so he inquired of them about their lives – all the information he could glean. After that, covering up the matter was much easier. A letter to mom and dad about a sudden vacation with friends, names included; a hiking or boating trip was often best. So easy for accidents to happen in the deep woods or out at sea. Then to track down the friends, greasing the right palms, altering the right memories, and everything was set.
Another nights work, another days rest, and he was back at task. The physical space was prepared, but now to tend to matters more esoteric. Her new workshop needed to be properly cleansed and sanctified – wards put in place, barriers erected. This part took him fully two nights to complete, as some of the rituals were long but it was important to do properly. Now when she worked her magic it would not escape the room, spirits and other entities could not cross it’s thresh-holds and scrying was simply not permitted.
The final touch, a giant red bow on the door. sure it was cliche and cheesy, but it would put a smile on her face. He loved that smile. It made him feel a warmth he’d not felt in many years. It both delighted and confused him. Was it love? Was it romantic or paternal? He wasn’t really sure, but he knew he liked it, and he knew he wanted it to keep happening. Smiling to himself he picked up the phone to call Mandy over and reveal his work.