Muraki 12
Who: Muraki and all (not so) willing experimental subjects
Where: His clinic as well as the streets of Somni at night
Style: Prose preferred, but if you reply with action, I'll match
Status: Open
WARNINGS: Manipulation, possible drugging, eye trauma, and creepiness aimed at young teens.
Note: Slightly backdated -- these activities can happen at any point convenient to you after his last journal entry. Please add yourself to the tags.
With everything set in motion, Muraki prepared the things he'd need for his work. While some people seemed more than willing to offer themselves up to his attention willing, there was at least one person with fascinating eyes he felt the need to hunt down on his own. To that end, he prepared a kit with scalpels, sedatives, and containers of saline to place any removed tissue in. What aws the point in removing it if it wasn't going to be kept sterile until he could return to this lab, after all?
He knew that doing this was almost foolishly risky on some level, since he'd announced his interest, but he counted on some people's refusal to get the police involved because it was more interesting to take care of matters personally. Even if he did end up tangled up with them again, what else was there to lose? They'd already stripped him of his magic and he had nothing but good intentions this time. Successdully regenerating organs here was far more useful than his past string of utterly selfish acts.
With his kit prepared, he did the same for his supplies in the clinic and hoped that someone, anyone, would drop by.
Where: His clinic as well as the streets of Somni at night
Style: Prose preferred, but if you reply with action, I'll match
Status: Open
WARNINGS: Manipulation, possible drugging, eye trauma, and creepiness aimed at young teens.
Note: Slightly backdated -- these activities can happen at any point convenient to you after his last journal entry. Please add yourself to the tags.
With everything set in motion, Muraki prepared the things he'd need for his work. While some people seemed more than willing to offer themselves up to his attention willing, there was at least one person with fascinating eyes he felt the need to hunt down on his own. To that end, he prepared a kit with scalpels, sedatives, and containers of saline to place any removed tissue in. What aws the point in removing it if it wasn't going to be kept sterile until he could return to this lab, after all?
He knew that doing this was almost foolishly risky on some level, since he'd announced his interest, but he counted on some people's refusal to get the police involved because it was more interesting to take care of matters personally. Even if he did end up tangled up with them again, what else was there to lose? They'd already stripped him of his magic and he had nothing but good intentions this time. Successdully regenerating organs here was far more useful than his past string of utterly selfish acts.
With his kit prepared, he did the same for his supplies in the clinic and hoped that someone, anyone, would drop by.