The Other Witch; Mad Science

The inside of the castle was a perfect reflection of its outside.  Entire walls had been blown out, leaving individual stones hanging in midair and piles of them scattered along the walls.  The lights were dim, and all seemed to be in a different room of the castle, or very high above them.  And to round out the affect, there were random bolts of lightning that streaked across the hall.  She couldn't tell if they were from outside or inside of the building, and she was starting to wonder if the ones from outside were also from inside of the building.  Lightning generators were standard equipment in mad scientist's lairs anyhow, and this was certainly shaping up to be one of the maddest.

"Did that blonde girl call him 'dad'?"  James was visibly uncomfortable, shivering periodically and glancing around at every sound louder than a whisper.  Still, this was his first mad scientist's lair, and he was fairing better than she had in hers.  Of course, these were a much nicer sort of mad scientist; hers had greeted her with zombies.
"I believe so.  I knew that Old Cloak had a family, but I was not aware that any had taken up this...Lohm'nekt."  It was a high Nieldic phrase, Braga pronounced it fairly well, but dragged out the 'O' a bit and clearly found the 'EK' difficult.  The closest translation was 'mad science', but it was more like 'creative madness' or 'psychopathic experimentation', with a bit of 'things that us decent, reasonable people know better than to meddle with'.  Although many of the most useful things in the universe had been invented by such people, they had rarely done so on purpose, and fewer still actually made a profit on them.  Mad scientists were notoriously bad at merchandising.
That said, there was that one guy who'd built a media manipulator and found all his other inventions spontaneously advertised on every third channel.  He was regarded by most mad scientists as a failure, and most corporations as a genius.  None of this had saved him from the John, the disgruntled newscaster from channel 7 and his trusty sidekick, Stabby the kid.
"She seems nice enough.  And so does her, erhm, are you her lab assistant or her boyfriend?"
The man with the skunk striped hair pushed open what was left of a grand wooden door and held it open for them.  "Husband actually.  And I'm a well respected Mad scientist in my own right, thank you very much.  As it so happens this is my castle."
"Sorry, its just that you seemed so much more.."
"Sane?  Yes, I get that a lot.  People have been mistaking me for a lab assistant most of my life.  But then again, most people assume my wife is ditzy and manic, rather than recognize her for the mad genius she truly is.  So we've learned to ignore the insinuations of others and focus on our work."
Salvia spotted the large wooden operating table and vast, impressive array of Tesla coils and Jacob's ladders, none of which were attached to anything or served any purpose.  It didn't take a genius to realize what 'our work' was.  It was really only a wonder she hadn't figured it out from the lightning alone.  James, on the other hand, had less experience with either mad science or the arcane arts.
"So, what exactly is this work of yours?"
There was a dramatic flourish, the table spun around to face them, and the blonde woman vanished from Hack's side to pull off the heavy brown cover from the inevitable experiment.
"We're building a superior...Cyssie, where's my flesh golem?"
"Oh, he wandered off a few hours ago so I decided to use the table to hold up the framework of my Hyper-Crib while I installed the repulsor field emitter and the education subsonic pulser."
"Oh Cyssie, you should have said something!"  Salvia braced herself for the row of the century.  "I'd been waiting to put the Harmonic Lullabizer in until you'd gotten the subsonic pulser installed.  I've been waiting to use this for a Harakai's age!"
"Is that a..crib?"
Salvia was still stunned that they weren't fighting, or bothered by the absence of Flesh Golem.  But she managed a feeble "I wouldn't put a child in it, if that's what you're asking"
"Is it just me, or is there a Flesh Golem loose in Transylvania, and the people responsible are completely unaware of it?"
"Wait."  Hack motioned for them to hold.  "Cyssie, is there something I should know?"
The two mad scientists looked at each other, pausing their semi scientific banter to do so.  Then they looked back at Hack and grinned.  "Cyssie's pregnant, we're having twins."  Said the skunk striped scientist.
Hack sat down on a nearby pile of rubble.  "Who else knows?"
"Rea of course, and Krell; Arcania's known since the first morning.  We've been keeping it quiet."
Salvia perked up as she heard a familiar name.
"Did you just say you know Father Krell?"