vatheon | 003: And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45...

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003: And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45...

Who: A fallen Muraki and Vatheon
What: So what happens when a certain someone looses his eye...
When: The third of January, morning
Style: Lazy third but I'll match you
Status: Open like a chest cavity

[ This isn't the first time he's entered the city like this. Of course, the last time saw him soaked to the bone and blood ridden, barely recovering from what seemed to be the beginnings of third degree burns. This time he's actually passed out. The doctor is leaning against the fountain in what appears to be a loose yutaka of elaborate design, his energy levels evidently far lower than they were the last time anyone saw him. If anyone could read the dark energy he usually draws his power from, it's halved. Almost as if it was ripped right from his body.

And perhaps it was.

If one were to take a closer look at the doctor's face, one would see what appears to be blood dripping from his right eye. If one were to pry even closer, one would notice something pretty damn evident: it's hollow. He's left with his good eye. His glass eye? Who knows. At any rate, it won't be glowing any time soon.

So he lies there, half the power he once had and who knows as to how his mental stability is at the moment. The question falls to you, as always.

What do? ]

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[What do?

>Help?
>Prod with a shoe.

Vanitas prods the doctor with his shoe. He recognized that power from that night during he body swap. He was without his helmet and usual armor so if the good doctor awakens from contact, he will find himself staring at a bigger color swapped version of a keybrat.]

[ Dammit, Vani. Can't you recognize a half-dead man when you see one? At any rate, that power's dimmed now. If it was spiking off the charts during that night, it's now dulled to a low hum. Nonetheless, there's the barest shift in the cloth, the smallest grunt as he moves.

He stirs but it isn't any wide movements. Just the barest sign of life. Sora...? but why was the name Sora familiar to him? His memories are hazy. ]

...Who... are you...?

[He's lucky that Vanitas is fresh out of sticks to poke him with.]

Vanitas. [Tilting his head to the side as he looked him over.] We've met before.

[Don't mind the not helping thing, right? Sliding his hands in his pockets as he continued to watch. Kind of fascinating seeing someone missing an eye]

[ There's a small frown there. He's trying to remember. Vatheon memories are a bit hazy right now but they're coming to him. Another wince as he straightens himself. ]

Vanitas... yes, I think I remember... that night when I was testing--

[ A pause. No sense in telling him yet, not when he's still trying to remember how much he knows. ]

Am I back in Vatheon...?

[When he was testing out a body is all he really knows. He'll continue watching him for a moment longer before fishing out a potion. Offering out the bottle.]

Drink. I want to see if it'll work on you. [Another pause.] It should heal you enough so you aren't completely drained. It probably won't do anything for that eye.

[It was tempting to poke it.] You are.

A potion...?

[ Riku gave him one a long time ago when he returned the second time. He hasn't touched it though. It sits on the shelf in his apartment, waiting to be studied. ]

It doesn't surprise me that I've been sent back. The city can't seem to make up its mind as to whether it's keeping me or not.

[ He figures that if that's two people from the same world telling him it's medicine, best to see for himself. His body should be immune to most poisons anyway... what's the harm.

So tentative drinking of the potion is a go. ]

[ITS REALLY POISON MWAHAHAHAHA

Psyche.]

It probably forgot to get it's gift receipt.

[He observes curiously for any strange glowing or to see the extent of healing it would do. A guest was a much better test subject compared to the locals.]

[ How funky is it supposed to taste anyway? ]

I'm afraid there's a no return, no exchange policy...

[ have a smirk from that in response. As for the potion... it doesn't seem to have any evident effects... for now. ]

[Gore is hardly something Tiir is uncomfortable with—if anything, he practically thrives on it—but gouged out eyes has bad associations for him.

Still, he seems at ease otherwise as he stares at the body with a curious expression, talking out loud to himself—]

Should I do something...? It's not as if I know him...

[Though the part of him that's trying not to be ambivalent to most of Vatheon's populace is telling him that it's not a good idea to leave someone lying around, injured. Hmm. What do, indeed...]

[ The eye was probably left at home. At any rate, there's the barest hint of life if Tiir were to look a bit closer. His breathing has started to even out. It's far more evident now than it was a moment ago.

Hey, at least he's alive. ]

[... Welp. Tiir decides that, at the very least, Minato would be sad if he knew Tiir left someone to die.

So, with that, he bends down to easily pick Muraki up. Getting him to touch the coral would do him some good...]

[ He's a bit of dead weight at the moment but only because his senses haven't fully returned to him. He'll lighten up, even stir slightly once he gets to that coral though. ]

[Well, that's a good sign.

Tiir places him down the ground, before moving one of Muraki's hands to touch the coral.]

Come now, wake up.

[ The coral's effects are enough to stir him. At least it's good enough to get him conscious again. ]

...where...?

[Simply—]

Vatheon.

[Now's not the time for new arrivals, so he's likely not one. Though, with that said, until Tiir decides how much he's willing to like him, it's not as if he feels inclined to be particularly helpful either.]

...Again...?

[ There's a soft groan as he attempts to stand on shaky legs, placing his hand on the coral to further draw energy from it. ]

I see... [ A low chuckle. ] It hasn't had enough of me.

[He smiles wryly.]

It would seem that way.

[Well, not like he can't empathize, having also returned to Vatheon bloody and wounded before, though perhaps he cheats, what with having regenerative abilities.]

It appears that it's taken you from an inconvenient time as well—or perhaps convenient, depending on your circumstances.

It seems to be rather fond of taking me just when I need it most.

[ The last time he was thrown in, it was with third degree burns. ]

I'm sorry... I don't believe we've met.

I would consider it a nuisance, however, to be interrupted in the middle of something.

[It leaves him rather impatient to return home, at least.]

Tiir Rumibul.

[ Have a frown for that. Oh, doesn't he know it. Doesn't he know the pain of being pulled away just at that brief moment. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Mister Rumibul. I take it you've had the city taking you at those inopportune times?

Tiir is fine. I don't particularly care for human formalities.

[Saying something like that is enough for him to feel a bit awkward—acting so familiar with someone who could potentially be a human—but he ignores it.]

And yes. Twice now, including my first arrival.

[Angelina gasps in shock when she finds Muraki in this state. It had been a while since she had last seen the doctor, and this is certainly no good way to meet again with him.]

Dr. Muraki, you need help! [She kneels next to him to check for his vitals, but is quite worried about his empty eye socket.]

[ His vitals are fine. Pulse is quickening. It was a near-dead earlier. If anything, his proximity to the coral is certainly helping. But it's not going to be enough to bring back his eye. ]

Doctor Durless...?

[ It's the faintest hint of a voice from him, like it's taking far more effort to speak if anything. ]

[Well, it seems he's not exactly dying, but he's still bleeding. Also, if he stays there much longer, it might get infected.]

It's me... We must get you to the clinic as soon as possible... Your wounds need to be cleaned and tended properly.

[ Wounds...? What wounds...? He was certain his guardian would have taken care of most of those now. There isn't a single burn on him and he seems completely healthy save for that missing e-- oh.

Well, he hasn't noticed that bit yet. He shakes his head once in an attempt to clear the cobwebs from his hazy memory. ]

I feel fine...

But you are bleeding...

[Can he not heal that on his own?]

Bleedi--

[ He reaches up, hand moving to lightly trace what feels like dried blood on his cheek. He follows it up, placing it over his now empty eye. ]

...my eye... where...

[ It's not here, Captain obvious. It's back home. Your BFF ripped it out. ]

I do not know, Dr. Muraki... It sees you arrived in this state...

Please, allow me to help you... [Aww, she's worried.]

[ Two years in this bleeding city and he finally has someone who cares enough to keep an eye on him and not want to eviscerate him where he stands.

Good going. ]

I'm alright... how... how long have I been gone?

[Well, so far she has no reason not to care. After all, he's a colleague.]

I am not sure... It seems around one week...

A week... and yet it's been...

[ He shakes his head. He honestly has no idea how long it's been for him. ]

I'd hate to ask a favor of a lady but could you help me back to the clinic?

It seems to be those strange gaps in time, when someone goes missing for a short time here, and yet spent a longer time at home...

[She nods.]

I will do as best as I can, Dr.

At least to the coral. I believe I'll be able to get enough strength to walk back to the clinic myself.

[ A small frown. ]

Weeks... intriguing.

[She nods and helps Muraki get closer to the coral. That should help him regain his strength.]

Indeed.

[ He knows the drill. Reaching out to touch that coral always revitalized him in the earlier weeks but something's not right... he's not at his full strength and now he knows why and he looks vexed for all of it.

But he straightens up, adjusting his clothes as he does before turning his attention back to her. ]

...would you mind very much if I asked for help with my eye?

I do not mind, I will do what I can, Doctor. Can you walk?

[Bumping into Muraki on the way home from work is not what Tatsumi calls the moment of his day. But seeing him in this state, he wonders what could have happened to him. In all honestly, he would like nothing better than to finish him off, once and for all. Unfortunately, that is not possible in this world.

He walks until he is hovering over the doctor, and looks down at him with contempt.]

[ Oh, you remember that night, Tatsumi. It was a glorious night. Tsuzuki almost got everyone killed, Touda was running wild, the doctor was caught in the debris of his lab... good times, good times.

But now you get to see what happened after. He groans as he stirs, clearly labored as his good eye opens half lidded. ]

Come... to see the spoils of your labor?

[He raises an eyebrow at that.]

I see, so it was me who did this to you? It's a shame I didn't manage to kill you, then...

[ His hand moves up to grasp at his head, massaging his temples lightly. But once that moment of weakness is over, there's a soft maddened chuckle to come spilling from his lips. ]

You owe Tsuzuki-san a commendation for the number he's done on me and my laboratory.

[Well, Tsuzuki suffered quite a bit himself that time.]

I believe he would much rather prefer I did not comment on that topic at all. You better leave him alone, Muraki...

[ You didn't get a lab burned down, suffer third degree burns and loose an eye all on top of being a demon-protected human. Your argument is invalid sir. ]

And is he still here...? It would be a pity if I was brought back only to find that he's left us indefinitely.

[Well, he almost died during the fire... And his soul is scarred, even if his body is not.]

This is none of your concern. [And he shall not tell you either that Hisoka is here.]

[ Lost an eye, bro. even if it isn't your fault. ]

I'm afraid you'll find that it most certainly is my concern... even more now.

I do not feel inclined to tell you. If you ever are to find out, you must do it on your own.

And I most certainly will.

[ There's a certain strangeness in the way he's smirking though. It's even more twisted than usual. ]

We haven't seen the last of each other yet, Tatsumi-san.

[And this is what worries him.]

Unfortunately not...

[ He manages to stagger to his feet, straightening himself as he turns to the collar. ]

Not as long as this coral seems to be fond enough of me to keep bringing me back.

[Stupid coral.]

Maybe it shall send us home next time instead.

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