letsplaysurgeon | Case 001 [Action/Written] (Backdated before the event)

[This wasn’t happening.

This wasn’t happening because it wasn’t what he planned. He was only supposed to be “dead” for a short period of time, hibernating while the pieces clicked into place for Tsuzuki and the boy. Not long enough for the Queen Camellia to dock and allow someone to throw his body out. And no one had the audacity. Perhaps the shinigami, but he couldn’t have been unconscious long enough for the Queen Camellia to dock.

…It also didn’t begin to explain why he was standing barefoot and freezing in a foot of snow in early July. Or the wings. Yes, he found the wings.

The only thing that leveled his disapproving gaze from his new back ornaments was the flicker of something unfamiliar in his peripheral vision. A short distance from where he woke up, half-buried in the snow was a book. He blinks a couple times in sequence, as though double-checking his vision. Someone redressed him, dumped his body in the woods with a pair of tacky wings, but was kind enough to leave him with some reading material. All right then.

He doesn’t know what possesses him to approach the book, let alone pick it up and open it, other than the grim humor that clung to him like a viscous tree sap. And he has a message for the one responsible for this, should they return to the scene of the crime.]

To whom it may concern:

Thank you so much for the relocation: it was a bit stuffy in my room. How considerate of you to give me a breath of fresh air.

I can only assume that this is a joke, or an attempt to stop me, either way it’s pathetic. I will be leaving now. [Never mind how he was going to make it back to the ship from wherever he was.] And you had better hope that your diversion hasn’t wasted my time.

In the meantime, I strongly recommend that you invest in finer clothing. It’s offensive to be thrown about in these cheap pants.

[And he drops the book like a hallucinating surgeon drops the pancreas that they believe is a purple tentacle monster with the ability to spit corrosive acid. The book lands on its spine and flutters open at his feet, but he’s forgotten all about it. He lifts his arm to reach around his abdomen and tug at the first feather he could reach, and the resulting pain makes his head rush, like it was wrapped in nerves. But his brain cannot—no, he refuses to process that the stupid thing was a part of him. He clenches his teeth, and the more he tries to ignore it, the more his vision stabs and his grip trembles, and he has to make a choice between his bad mood and his threshold for pain.

Finally he lets go: undeterred, just twice as agitated. He still hadn’t recovered completely from the strychnine. He was just going to have to try again after he regained his strength—and acquired the proper medical tools.]

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...What are my clothes doing in the village?

[Soul shrugs.]

Dunno, that's just where they put 'em.

[It seems like more questions are in order, but he's still weak, and he has a headache. Questions, like sex, are not good to do when you have a headache.]

Then let's get going.

[He nods and comes close enough to extend his hand to shake.]

I'm Soul.

[His gaze drops from your face to your extended hand, considering it briefly. Annoying weakness tugs at him once again, and he smiles.]

Muraki Kazutaka. [Then he fits his palm to yours, gripping onto it firmly. A little too firmly you might notice, as he seeks to draw energy from this physical contact.]

[Soul tenses when that tight grip grabs his hand and he notices that he feels a little bit strange.]

Uh... cool name. [It was really the only thing that he could think of to say in that weird moment.]

[He looks delighted, still grasping on like a lifeline. The energy he's taking is sweet, more vanilla than Tsuzuki's, but he senses something...else beneath the surface that he can't put his finger on just yet.]

It's nothing. Yours is far more unique...Soru? Am I to believe it's the same as the spiritual half of human beings?

[He looks a bit uncomfortable when Muraki holds on to his hand for more than was necessary and pulls away.]

Ah, yeah. It is.

[He pretends to be surprised; unaware that he had been holding on for too long. He shifts that hand into his hair and chuckles pleasantly, if not sheepishly.]

My apologies, I must have spaced out.

[Soul raises his eyebrows slightly, a chill going down his spine, but he lets it go. Professor Stein gave him similar vibes, anyway.]

Hn. Well the village is this way. [He gestures in the right direction and starts to turn to lead Muraki there.]

[He watches Soul turn around, focusing on the back of his head like something funny was written on it. He doesn't know what yet, but that boy wasn't entirely normal.]

[Then he follows him.] How will I ever repay you?

[Soul glances back at him over his shoulder.]

Uh, don't worry about it.

[He doesn't have anything to say to that, so he just tapers off into silence as they head towards the village.]

Case 001 [Action/Written] (Backdated before the event)

[Action] (show me the world, Soul. The shiny, shimmering splendid world)

[Action] (don't you dare close your eyes)

[Action] (I'm like a shooting star) 1/2

[Action] (I've come so far~)

[Action] (I don't know the next line~)

[Action] (Tales as old as time)

[Action] (Songs as old as rhyme)

[Action] (Beauty and the beast)

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