The Good Doctor

[Valannor 6405]

* Please be aware that none of this is public in-character knowledge! *

 

“I’m late, I’m late, for a rather important date…”

 

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The wind that night was a foul thing, more fitting for the northern wastes of the Rimevald than the star jewel of Humanity; Orenia, unspoiled Providence, a city of dreams and opportunity unmatched by all. Indeed, stalking the decrepit alleyways and underbelly of this opalescent beast would have been a man. Not just any man, nay! A man of unparalleled talent and mystique, a gangly sort, sporting countenance most ghoulish and profane. He hummed a cheery tune as he prowled about the streets, admiring the darkest shades that were, by starlight, now revealed. A bag of surgical implements was clutched in his leftmost hand; In the other, a jar, filled with preservative brine and a macabre prize. 

 

Trailing behind this man was a Raevish mutt of the foulest sort, blackened fur of Elysian ichor manged and pulled taught against bony growths across its body. A cheshire grin stretched across its wolven maw as it padded forth; perhaps as naught but a figment of the doctor’s mind, yet… mayhaps, it stood as more. In their wake, they left a sullied clinic, and a ‘patient’ of the more unwilling variety. 

 

Looking to this man, that garish beast would cackle and chuckle like a rabid hyena, fell rasps and growls from beyond the veil making the sound one most horrific. And from those tattered lips, it uttered henceforth, its words laced with haunting temptation that it knew its host would heed with the utmost haste;

 

“Shall we, my good doctor? You’ve so many left to treat, after all…”

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@rukio @Temporal

 

[rukio 8924]

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"Corruption! Malice! The scandal of it all.

Assassin! Vile Urchin. 

Ungrateful.

But I, the best surgeon, have saved you."

 

Adam hummed to himself, holding aloft the kidney in some ignoble manner. Crimson ichor still stained his hands, though he had long since scrubbed his dress shirt clean. A violent twitch, muscular spasms, waged war upon his left eye as he stood within the clinic, a twisted smile of pure child-like joy frozen on his lips. The moment, however, was soon gone. The ghoulish man made his exit, accompanied by the unholy entity, and disappeared down a dark alleyway. 

 

Sometime later ghastly signs written in red would appear around town:

"Organs for sale"

[Temporal 167]

Asami clasps her abdomen, feeling weak and trembling slightly. She thinks it could have perhaps been a dream: as she shudders in the cold, damp air. She looks down and sees the expertly wrapped and accurate stitching around where her kidney was—where it was, she supposes. With sweat drenching her body, she stumbles across the medical ward, her vision blurring slightly as she reaches for her spear. Her frown deepens as she sees the long item tossed aside like a stick. She shakes from the effects of the operation on her or perhaps the cold. "They stole my kidney." She mutters with agitation.