Case 004 [Voice/Action]

[letsplaysurgeon]

[Due to the recent disclosure from the last experiment, Muraki no longer feels the need to hide his voice--even from the ones who know about him. His tone is warm and casual, as if he didn't realize there isn’t a filter over his post. Or that he was the type of gent who didn't need a filter because he was a good banana, through and through.]

It's difficult not to notice the recent stream of newcomers over the journal system and in the village. Salutations are in order, as you will be staying here for quite some time. And don't be offended if I don't refer to you collectively as "New Feathers." [As it sounds like something a four-year old came up with.] ...But I will welcome you. I'm Muraki Kazutaka, a doctor that has settled into the local clinic. It is always open if you ever need anything. And of course I offer my own services in any way that I can.

[He stops for a moment, and noise can be heard in the background: a sharp metallic click, and then a steady release of breath. He lights a cigarette and proceeds to smoke while he talks.] If this place has anything going for it, it's the variety of medicine that different people bring with them. I've seen practices similar to my own, and some that my colleagues back home would consider crude, if not primitive.

I have to wonder, with this irrefutable evidence of other universes, if perhaps there is a world where medicine has advanced to the level that I had always dreamed of: one that is past sickness and death. [A offhanded chuckle.] Or perhaps that would only cause sickness to evolve the way a mouse finds a way to outsmart the updated mouse trap.

[Despite the nature of his journal entry, Muraki spends very little time at the clinic that day. He leaves after a few hours and goes by the flower shop, picking up a bouquet of light pink roses and brings them back to his apartment. They are arranged with care in a vase next to his bed, on the side that he rarely sleeps on.

He doesn't care much for the heat wave, or the sensation of his clothes sticking to his skin like an envelope. He stays inside until the late evening, when it cools--and it's more likely he'll run into the one he is most interested in seeing. 

Muraki was more of a night owl, anyway.]

Comments

[Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[Having nearly lost Ingrid to the backwards technology of this place, Robert finds himself compelled to reply to this.]

I c-cannot say that Terra is free of sickness and death; certainly both do occur, and in any case death in some form is necessary for the continuation of nutrient cycles.

But the medical advances of my p-planet are far beyond what Luceti is currently capable of... to my great chagrin.

[And he still doesn't quite understand all this magic, here, nor can he use any of it. So it rarely comes to mind for Robert, especially when he's conditioned to think logically about everything.]

[Voice]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[That was a good point: one that Muraki was aware of, and he still wants to push the limits. The existing balance was far lower on his list of priorities than control and proving to himself that he could.]

Of course if humans grew past death, one might think--or hope--they would also grow past that problem. Such is the point of evolution, is it not?

But tell me a bit about your world, if you would be so generous.

[Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[Ecological balance is a pretty important thing to Robert, as a Terran. He has seen the results of what happens when things are not in balance.]

Evolution has no point to it, per se. Like any process in nature, it simply operates... And in a closed system, it would be an impossible endeavour anyway.

...

I would be glad to speak of my planet to you, though. What would you be curious to know about Terra?

[Action]

[ombra_lira]

[Sheik is out late, tonight. With having avoided the heat of the day, himself, his usual afternoon schedule was pushed back to occupy his evening instead. It was hardly a change, but it was one he welcomed. It has been difficult, lately, breaking from his monotonous haze he seems to have fallen in to.]

[Perhaps it's no surprise, then, that he passes right by Muraki, without ever seeing him there. He is far too distracted by selfish and unattractive thoughts.]

[Action]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile Muraki notices Sheik with a little too much interest--after all, he was the one he was hoping to see.

It's amusing how the slight rush of air between them as they pass each other on the street feels significant, and Muraki stops in his tracks while Sheik continues walking. A brief but twisted smirk flits over his features at his nearly effortless success before he turns around. Innocent guise is a go.]

What, no hello? That almost wounds me, Sheik.

[Action]

[ombra_lira]

[He pauses, slightly startled, and turns back. Ah, Doctor Muraki, what a strange thing to say.] Doctor. [He bows his head briefly.] Forgive me, I have been distracted lately.

[Action]

[blessedbyfarore]

[Heatwave? Eh, he's handled a volcano before.]

[Brushing by Muraki as he heads to where the potting mix is kept (with the warmer weather, he - and the earth magic he's learnt off Faeren - have been helping take care of the garden to keep the poor thing from wilting), he glances up in surprise, smiling in a sort of vague way.]

Hi, Sugimura - didn't you have another name during that experiment?

[Yeah, straight to the point.]

[Action]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[The hottest thing by far that Muraki has come up against is Suzaku's flames, which admittedly made the weather outside seem mild. But he wasn't in the right mind to hate that: he was too preoccupied with seeing Tsuzuki's power for the first time. It was magnificent.

He hopes to see it again one day.

But right now, he faces Link. He almost forgot that he had used another name before the experiment--and the experiment complicated that, didn't it? He returns the smile and appears guileless.] That's correct. Sugimura is not my real name.

[Action]

[blessedbyfarore]

[That is pretty hot.]

[Well, Link's certainly buying it.] Oh... how come you used a different one? Did you have to hide from someone? [Briefly, his mind flits back to Hyrule - before he had come to Luceti and come face to face with Sheik again, he had assumed that 'Sheik' was just the name Princess Zelda had been using when hiding.]

[Voice]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

I apologize that we haven't met before. I'm Doctor Mizuno; I also work at the clinic. I was a doctor in my world, and here, I've become a student of Nala, so to speak.

[Voice]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

The fault is all mine for not introducing myself sooner--though I have met a couple other doctors since my arrival. And one aspiring young lady.

[And then he pauses for a beat.] ...I've heard that name before. The spirit woman, correct?

[Voice]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Mm. She's a patron of healing.

[Her tone becomes a bit warmer, though hesitant as she tries to explain herself.]

It seemed appropriate... I thought.

[Voice]

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

What sort of services do you offer that are unrelated to the clinic?

[Voice]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

I do have talents outside of medicine, but it depends what you're looking for.

[Voice]

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

I'm not looking for anything particular at the moment. I'm just curious as to what your talents are.

[coolstempers.livejournal.com]

There is a place in my world where there is no disease and the people live for centuries. But even they have not gotten past death. It is actually the last remaining ancient civilization.

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

It seems that no world has found its way past death, yet. [At least according to who responded to him. Some might be hiding from him...]

...Still, what you just described sounds almost too good to be true. How is it that this ancient civilization is so resilient?

[coolstempers.livejournal.com]

They have isolated themselves from the rest of the world. The people do not leave and it is very hard to find it.

[Not!here yet]

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Tsuzuki can't say that he's completely blindsided by the post. What he's not prepared for is to hear Muraki's voice sound so pleased. It doesn't bode well.]

[He doesn't know how to deal with this yet, so he closes his journal. Hisoka is safe, right?]

[Better go check again.]

[video]

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Well, he can't stay away forever. It's just that its hard to know what to say. Tsuzuki decides to do what he believes Hisoka would have done; he puts on a brave face.]

What are you doing?

[Filtered // Video]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[If you like it then you should've put a filter on it, Tsuzuki.

Never mind, Muraki does it for you.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Filtered // Video]

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[The lack of filter had, for once, been entirely intentional. The new feathers are vulnerable as it is, Tsuzuki can't believe how easy it would be for Muraki to prey on them.]

Looking to find new victims already?

[action ok? Haine kind of fails at filters so he prefers to be direct]

[rain-of-bullets.livejournal.com]

[Haine is less than interested in most of what the man has to say, but it's the name that catches his attention. Isn't the man supposed to be hard to get hold of? If what that little shit told him can even be trusted. Still, he knows the man knows Nill. And he's no intention of just letting things go if a potentially dangerous man wants anything to do with her.

Rather than reply to the message, he heads to the clinic himself. Not that he has any need for it, despite the bandages he wears around his neck. Those are mostly to keep people from asking questions about the metal collar fused to his spine. The idea of actually visiting a doctor for any reason is unsettling, but Haine isn't about to let things sit as they are. He pushes his way in the front door of the clinic without so much as a knock.]

[action is fabulous. X3b Don't worry about a thing]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile Muraki was on his way out of the clinic. He has the luxury to do that here, as opposed to the situation in his own world: Luceti has a smaller population than Tokyo, and it wasn't often that people needed to see the doctor. Oftentimes he stayed at the clinic in the case that someone needed him and lack of anything else to do.

As his hand reaches for the door, another person pushes it open, and Muraki steps to the side to avoid a collision.] Pardon me. [He says automatically with a very slight hint of irritation, and prepares to leave the clinic again.]

[whee~ action it is then!]

[rain-of-bullets.livejournal.com]

[Haine didn't expect someone to be standing right on the other side of the door, though the gunman doesn't appear startled, just mildly annoyed at the response. Not his fault they need a better door.

There's silence for a moment as he sizes the man up. He certainly looks like some kind of doctor. Not that Haine has actually seen any outside of the laboratories. He makes no move to get out of the doorway or make room for the man to pass.]

You work here?