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Nightshift 49: Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi]

May 19, 2010 01:37

[From here]"Fierfek," 622 cursed softly as he stepped through the door, sighing. There wasn't any reason to try and hold the door to head back, it wouldn't help them. Instead of a corridor, they'd just stepped through into one of the doctor's offices. It was better than being dropped right into a crowd of hostiles, that was for sure, but still, it ( Read more... )

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deadlyjuliet June 10 2010, 00:09:54 UTC

[from here]

There was that sense of nausea again, but it was lessened this time. It hit like a wave, almost as if a carriage had taken an unfortunate dip in the road just a tad quickly, causing the stomach to bottom out and--

"Oh, for the love of all that's holy."

As soon as Grell opened his eyes, he felt his anger spiking again. Another office? Another office? And this one completely trashed. The chair was overturned, books lay scattered about, and the desk was slightly askew, meaning someone or something else had been in here before and it hadn't been too pleased with that.

But seriously. "Another office?"

What was it with the night and him getting royally screwed almost every time?

doctorbadtouch June 10 2010, 15:51:09 UTC

He followed Grell without protest. If he was going to volunteer, he might as well let the shinigami play the role of designated meat shield. If he was destroyed, well, Muraki supposed he could still do something with the remains.

The chance of that, however, appeared to be extremely slim. The only thing either of them would be dying of soon was frustration. Or boredom. Literally. If this kept up too long, one of them was going to lose patience.

Once again, the door slammed shut behind him. Shoulders tense with repressed emotion, the doctor pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing slowly to fight down the combination of nausea and frustration. "Another office," He agreed, an unspoken profanity lingering over the words.

Trashed, but empty. Useless. Pointless.

Another fucking office.

Without another word, he yanked the door open and held it for the shinigami.

[link coming]

HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters deadlyjuliet June 13 2010, 13:09:34 UTC

Muraki seemed to be reaching the end of his leash with these offices, too, and Grell clicked his tongue against his teeth quietly. If this was going to continue, perhaps he'd see Muraki's darker side. Or just kill the man and move on. Either way things would prove interesting for Grell at the very least and the death god moved forward when Muraki held the door open for him, tapping the chainsaw against his shoulder ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters doctorbadtouch June 13 2010, 23:11:39 UTC

It was nearly impossible not to stumble blindly into the next room. He had no control over this kind of teleportation, so even if he anticipated it now, the sudden serge and shift still left him sick and disoriented. His hand had gone to his collar automatically, lips pressed into a thin line as the nausea faded. This time had been worse than the previous two, but at least he had manged to catch himself before he ended up stumbling into... Ah, what was this?

Enormous bone-white columns rose all around them, but he could neither see nor hear the faintest trace of life. It looked like a government building of some kind, the sort of place that could never be big enough to house the egos of the small men inside. Yet, there was an undeniable elegance to it, something naggingly familiar - something wrong.

Could he be more of a fool? Too late, he forced his attention back to the shinigami.

"...What?"Only to find he had been entirely forgotten. As Grell observed their new surroundings, Muraki observed Grell. His clothing had changed to ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters deadlyjuliet June 14 2010, 00:23:56 UTC

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" His voice echoed in the silence and Grell came to a stop in front of the doors that would lead to the offices. He didn't need to open them to know what lie behind them. He could feel it in his blood and in his soul (or what constituted a soul for a death god). There wasn't a single person in this building. Not a single entity besides him and ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters doctorbadtouch June 14 2010, 02:59:26 UTC

Well well, someone was having a very bad homecoming. Grell turned on him, and the doctor inclined his head politely. His eyes remained on the shinigami's face, though he was aware peripherally of the chainsaw being set down... and another simply appearing in its place. This was what his restraint had gotten him. This was what wait, not now, hold back had gotten him. If he had known and taken the chance to swallow a mouthful of the shingiami's power, he might have even been able to open it up in one of those cozy little offices. It had been so taunting wrapped in red. Dangerous, Muraki had thought. Not worth the drawbacks. Not worth his life. He'd been made a fool by his own fragile mortality.

How human it was, this desperate clutching at life. And he had thought all of his humanity long forfeit. Ha. Oh, this was rich. Had he been angry? Had he been afraid? Of what? Leaving this empty in-between place ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters deadlyjuliet June 15 2010, 02:28:49 UTC

Grell laughed and hefted the chainsaw easily with one hand, reveling in the feeling of its perfect shape and mould fitting in his fingers. "Life is one way to put it."

Although...something Muraki said was obviously wrong. There was no way he could have come here of all places. The death gods would have killed him instantly for intruding and Grell would most certainly remember. He would have joined the fray in an instant, all too ready to spill blood for whatever reason. Humans weren't allowed here, no matter what sort of power they had.

And Muraki was most definitely human, even if he had some fairly interesting powers.

"You must have visited a different branch, Kazuchi. Mortals don't dare tread here." William and the other supervisors would have thrown a royal fit. Of course, seeing William mad would have been absolutely delicious, but then he likely would have found some way to blame the intrusion on Grell being lax on duty. Which was a total lie! Grell was very good at his job. He was just sometimes a little too... ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters doctorbadtouch June 17 2010, 03:27:04 UTC

Muraki raised his eyebrows. He'd been doing an awful lot of treading around Meifu - or places like it - for a mortal. It had more to do with necessity or happenstance than daring, but the point still stood. The nickname, though, had received no more than a sharp glance. It was so ludicrous it seemed far removed from the original, something amusing to leave behind with Grell's broken, bloody remains ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters deadlyjuliet June 18 2010, 05:50:11 UTC

Grell only smiled when Muraki shot him a chilling glance. It wasn't quite sharp enough to send a chill down his spine like Sebastian or William, but it was close. Close enough at least. He liked it when the men in his life were a little bit upset. They were always so much more pleasing then ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters doctorbadtouch June 19 2010, 21:00:54 UTC

Ah, London. That explained the passing familiarity. He shifted his grip on the chainsaw and brought it to rest against his shoulder, ignoring the little bites of pain from the blade. Sadly enough, Muraki would have agreed with Grell about the paperwork. Even working outside of the law only seemed to double his load. Thankfully, Sakaki looked after most of it now ( ... )

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters deadlyjuliet June 20 2010, 03:51:15 UTC

"It's likely they're all out - or this place is merely some illusion meant to please me and keep me from killing everyone in the Institute," he called back over his shoulder. He was so close to it, too. The daily frustrations, the feeling of the heartbeat, the need to breathe, the whole...human routine was wearing on him. Time had always passed slowly for Grell, but he'd never felt it drop to such a snail's pace before. If it hadn't been for this little surprise, he'd likely be in the mood to kill Muraki or someone else by the next night. But now he was significantly amused and had enough of a break that he didn't feel the urge as much ( ... )

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