Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

Dr. Colten Brent was a highly skilled biologist, or rather he was a mediocre doctor of biology whose skill grew under the influence of another. That entity was a non-corporeal being by the alias of Xanthor. Having drifted through the universe for an undiscernible period, it finally decided that to truly understand all that the Universe has to offer it has to experience the physical world for itself. It merged its consciousness into that of Dr. Brent when he suffered a head injury and slipped into a coma. With the host's consciousness locked away, it allowed Xanthor to inhabit his body, becoming physical for the first time. Having drifted through many galaxies, it learned all the forms of life that was able to form, envious of their finite existence. With its knowledge, Colten Brent became renowned and acquired a job at the same facility as Dr. Monroe. There Xanthor became acquainted with him as well as aggravated by. Never had he met a sentient being whose talent is inaccessible because it's being handed to him! It noticed so much that the man had invented were found on another planet. Not just that, but the inventions were produced in such close proximity to each other that it was suspicious on how someone, no matter how much of a genius he is, could have had so many successes so quickly. After all the time it spent watching civilizations grow and fall, talent was something it could see in others. It got into an argument with Dr. Monroe, calling him a hack and that he couldn't comprehend the vast possibilities of life under the same evolutionary path. Xanthor knew life! This Merrill K. Monroe may be a learned man, but he was holding himself down! Nor did he witness so many magnificent creature vanish in cataclysmic events. It returned to Brent's home, feeling that the man's consciousness was quite happy not being in control of his body. It seemed that the more Xanthor inhabited him, the less he felt the need to come to the surface. In a sense, all that belongs to Brent, belongs to Xanthor, from his home to his career and even his body. As it relaxed in the study, enjoying the cool breeze from the open window, it decided that it could truly enjoy being physical. It was invigorating to feel a heart race, smell odors, taste things.. So much to experience. ---- Ayden Andrewson was preparing to leave his home when he saw his neighbor return. He had been watching him for some time. Although he was attracted to the man, he never knew how to approach him. He often found himself peeking out the window to watch him come and go, reading about him in the papers. He wasn't trying to seem like a stalker, he was just unsure on how to approach him. He was a writer, not a scientist. He didn't have much in common with him. He was so curious about his neighbor and whatever secrets he held that he finally couldn't keep himself back. He had to go see him, if only to see how he was doing. After all, if Mrs. Greenlake was getting really nosey, it must be something interesting. She did nothing but become a rumor mill since her husband's passing, not that she wasn't that way before from what Ayden heard. He straightened out his short tie and coat, making sure that he looked immaculate. He didn't want to go over and look like some common gent. He wanted to at least look presentable. He never noticed women coming by so there was at least some hope that he could find a way into his heart. Alright, Ayden. You're a wordsmith with a silver tongue. You can do this. He left his home and walked over to the house beside his and knocked on the door. He wasn't really expecting to be invited in, the man was notoriously secretive. No one was able to peek further than the front hall, although it was obvious from the voices that there was more than one person living inside. When the door opened he flashed a smile and guestured to the next house over. I saw that Mrs. Greenlake was giving you a hassle again. You know that she's harmless right? Just doesn't have much to do than to learn everyone's movements on our little patch of England.