Muraki 12

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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

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[paxivalice]

The Doctor wouldn't have to hope for long. Always eager to lend a helping hand; and more so wishing to repay this world for its goodness so far; Larsa had decided to take upon himself to assist the Doctor in any way that he could with his project. Especially with the General promoting a corps that would focus on wellness and protection- it seemed that as a member, aiding a medical function that would heal people was indeed a worth cause.

So, making his way to the front door of the clinic, Larsa knocked gently and politely.

I'm sorry for how creepy this ended up becoming

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That knock could only mean one thing, so Muraki went to the door, opened it, and gave Larsa a warm, friendly grin. The boy was, from what he'd seen already, quite amazing in several ways and the chance to enjoy both his company and get a bit of his blood was too good to pass up. Muraki half-wondered what else he'd be able to talk the pretty youth into if he were really so eager to help as he seemed.

"Good afternoon," he said as he held the door open.

It's okay! It is Muraki, after all.

[paxivalice]

"Good afternoon, Doctor." He replied, looking just as full of cheer as the smile Muraki had put on his face. He gave the very slightest of flouncing bows, gloved hands clasped in front of himself, before stepping inside.

"I do hope I have not come at an inconvenient time for you?" Too early, he fretted. He had been a bit over-eager to get to it. The more he learned of Somarium, the more many wonders there were to enjoy, and tasks to put himself to. "If you have much to do, I don't at all mind waiting."

Again, he flashed a soft smile. The Doctor seemed a kindly man; nothing like Cid, whose motives in science had all been for personal gain.

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He shook his head. "It's not a bad time at all. Not much has happened today aside from a native girl who fell and needed several stitches in her head. Hopefully she'll look where she's running in the future." Muraki liked the relative quiet of his days here instead of when things were as busy as they sometimes got back in Japan. It felt nice to take everything relatively easy in his afterlife.

Muraki adjusted his glasses, offering a small peek of the blue prosthethic under the right side of his bangs, and gestured towards the rooms down the hall. "This won't take very long and it shouldn't be all that painful either."

[paxivalice]

At the description of his day so far, Larsa was prone to gasp slightly, hands finding his mouth to cover it, true concern in his eyes. "That is deeply regrettable... I do hope she is faring better after your care of her?"

And thought Larsa caught a glimpse of what lay under his hair, this was not cause for shock. He'd seen the dream, after all; or the memory, rather. The blue of Muraki's fake eye was slightly lighter than his brother's had been, slightly darker than his own; a familiar, trustworthy color. The imperfection of it didn't strike him as anything but a mark of pride, since it had been gained in working towards something of greater good.

"All right." Agreed, with a nod, heading the way he had gestured. "I have never quite had a physician's visit like this." Mused while he walked, almost looking a little charmed and excited by the idea. All of the different methodologies in this place fascinated him.

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"She's doing much better now. Her parents will keep an eye on her and bring her back if anything changes for the worse, but I don't expect that to happen. Fortunately, most head injuries look worse than they are because there are a lot of blood vessels there and bleed a lot as a result."

He chuckled briefly at the latter remark. "I assume medicine is quite different in your world, then?" It seemed like a reasonable thing to guess, given his formality and title. A world without this sort of technology would of course have different medical practices in place.

Muraki opened a door for Larsa. "It might be best to do a brief exam before I draw blood -- would you mind taking your shirt off completely?" His voice remained level despite the not-entirely innocent reasons he had for asking that.

[paxivalice]

"Ah. That is well, then." He agreed, much relieve for the undoubtedly shaken up girl. To the Doctor's question, he laughed politely and nodded, a bit of a bounce to his step. "Much varied, yes. We use powerful magiks and potions to heal ailments, there. I know a few spells, but I am by no means the most skilled in Ivalice. My knowledge of medicines and cures is at a base level; but comes in handy. I do look most forward to seeing your methodologies, Doctor

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"There is little like that where I'm from. Some people are born with special abilities, but they usually hide it because they're treated as freaks for not being normal at all. Others acquire them through deals with demons, or because they have demon blood. I've heard that it's possible to gain power in other ways, but I have no experience with that." Muraki hoped that Larsa couldn't see through the lie, no matter how well he'd slid it out. What powers he'd acquired in the past were gone now and all that remained was his resistance to poison

[paxivalice]

"I see. That all sounds curious. The place you come from, is it not one for tolerance?" It didn't sound it, certainly. And while he was begrudged to hear that, he could hardly make judgments upon a world he did not understand.

Larsa didn't detect a single note of falsehood in the Doctor's speech; rather, he was deeply fascinated by everything he said, and having no frame of reference, assumed it to be true to the utmost of the man's ability.

Staring when he took out the needle finally, there wasn't even the ebb of fear in his face over the strange practice. If truly such a thing could lead to advances, then, he was all for it. "I will hope it can be so. Shall I sit, Doctor?"

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"People speak of tolerance, but it's harder to achieve than it is to talk about. And the planet has hundreds of countries; some are even worse off than where I'm from." There were plenty of ways humans could hate each other. Muraki had a feeling that was similar no matter what, but he wasn't going to bring that issue up yet.

He nodded so Larsa could sit and began to prepare his arm once the boy was ready. "Thank you again for the help."

[paxivalice]

"I see... though I'd like it to be not so, I know it to be true, even within my own country. I wish such a thing could be prevented, but minds change slowly." He sighed, clearly burdened by that idea.

"It is the least I can do. You are very welcome." Despite the forlorn topic of conversation, he managed a smile at that, holding his arm still for him.

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Muraki simply nodded. "Great changes tend to happen when the ones opposing them die off, but they tend to be the ones who cling to life the most and want things like the technology I'm working on." He knew this from experience, but didn't bother saying that, lest Larsa's opinion of him change for the worse.

Once everything was ready, he eased the needle in and for an instant, his smile flickered from kindness to something darker and crueller, as if he were wondering what some other sort of penetration would feel like.

[paxivalice]

"Was this technology also opposed, in your home world?" Though his mind was on their discussion, his eyes were on the needle. His nose wrinkled a little when he felt the twinge as it entered. "Ow." Said lightly, but then he looked up and smiled, to show it was all right.

He missed entirely the look that passed over the Doctor's face.

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"At home, it was controversial. Some said it was great because of the lives it could save and others felt it was useless if only the rich would be able to afford it. They also wonder what could happen if an entire human could he copied."

Muraki quickly drew the amount he needed, tugged the needle out, and pressed gauze against the bloody spot.

[paxivalice]

"Ah. As ever, the Hume imagination knows no bounds nor limits. Both a blessing and a great curse."

Larsa watched him as he worked, brows raising lightly. "Was that all there is to it?" He had never had blood taken, nor tested; but it did seem awfully easy, lucky for them both.

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"Hume?" Muraki wasn't familiar with that word, though it was similar enough to "human" that he thought he could guess. Better safe than sorry, though. Similar words could have drastically different meanings even within one language; he knew that well enough from his native Japanese. "I'm not familiar with that word."

He nodded briefly. "That's all there is to having blood drawn. It's a shame I can't already regenerate tissue or it would be easy to, say, take your eye, give it to me, and grow you a new one." Despite the joke in his voice, the remark was intensely serious.