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

[loyal_soldier]

[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

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Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters

[doctorbadtouch]

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.

"What branch is this? I'll have to take your word on the management. They may have been much more competent... Before everyone vanished, anyway. It's a shame no one came out to welcome you home. I wonder what you did to deserve it."

And what, now he was a baggage mule too? Shinigami. Really. Muraki accepted the chainsaw with a laugh, though Grell would never appreciate the irony of his threat. Muraki almost pitied him. No matter what he chose to do, he would end up empty-handed and alone.

"Already expecting the worst of me?" He asked, testing the weight idly. It might not be his first choice, but a weapon was a weapon. When things became difficult, it never hurt to diversify his skills. "I didn't step out of a bad slasher film. Rest assured, my lady, I wouldn't dream of using this on you."

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters

[deadlyjuliet]

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.

"London. And yes, they're quite strict on the rules and such. A bit too much sometimes what with 'file this, sign that' and doing everything in tripli--" Grell stopped midrant and leveled an unamused gaze at Muraki. Ha ha, funny. He wasn't really expecting a welcome after what he did, more like a severe beating from William and the feeling of his head being stomped into the marble flooring, but to have a mortal say that this emptiness was his fault? Hardly. There was no way Grell would do this. While he often complained about work, that didn't mean he didn't love it. What was a death god without all this, right?

Something was wrong and that just meant Grell needed to find out what. "Kazuchi...how cruel of you. As if I would turn on my fellows like that!" Only if said fellows were mortal and capable of being killed. He rather liked most of his coworkers. "And after getting a peek at what you are? I'm afraid the worst is exactly what to expect out of you."

Like his bad taste. Grell turned and stomped his foot, waving his chainsaw at Muraki. "BUT DON'T INSULT HER." Well, the other one was okay to insult as it was inferior, but his chainsaw? He clutched it to his chest and stuck his tongue out at Muraki. "She's perfect in every way. Customized to fit my hand and to sing with the perfect harmony with every soul I reap. Those old scythes are ugly and outdated. This is the future!"

Turning, he stalked off for a few feet, then stopped again and tilted his head toward one of the doors leading out of the lobby. No sound here either. "Hn...but you're right in a way. Everyone has vanished." Which was never supposed to happen. He continued onward through the lobby, heading off into a side hall. "Let's head on, shall we? Coming home means nothing if I can't at least find someone to speak with."

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters

[doctorbadtouch]

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.

Muraki met his gaze, his own amusement making up for Grell's lack thereof. "In that case, perhaps they've turned their backs on you. But it doesn't really matter now, does it?" The place would remain empty, it seemed, no matter what transpired between the two of them. If a living, breathing mortal wasn't enough to draw a shinigami out of Meifu, nothing was. At the insult, he placed his free hand against his heart. "In that case, I'll try not to disappoint."

Grell was almost to ridiculous to be taken as a serious threat. While he waved his chainsaw, the doctor watched impassively, resisting the urge to ask if Grell would like to be left alone with his 'scythe'. The English were strange to say the least. He waited, tapping his fingers patiently against his hip while the shinigami stomped off a few steps -- and abruptly lost steam.

The doctor shrugged and followed after him. It wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. "In other words, coming home means nothing."

Re: HOMEWORLD (backthreading): Death God Headquarters

[deadlyjuliet]

"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.

Stopping in front of a door that would lead to the offices, Grell sighed and tapped the chainsaw against his shoulder. Muraki was right. Without the people here, there was no meaning to returning home. Even if he had his powers back and no longer had to muck through the mortal coil, there was just no fun in being here without anything to do. No work to flounce from, no Will to tease, nothing but silence and empty hallways and a mortal who shouldn't exist being here.

As he thought of that, he felt his anger rising and Grell pulled the chainsaw off his shoulder. There was no way this entire place was empty! Someone had to be here and all he had to do was draw them out! And the best way to do that?

With a quick pull, the chainsaw roared to life and Grell slashed as the doors in front of him, the blade biting into the thick wood, sending a shower of splinters everywhere. The door couldn't hold under the power of a deathscythe and as he cut through it, Grell kicked the thing in. "Come out wherever you are~! I'm back, darlings~! Did you miss me?"

The door fell in and Grell smirked wide, swinging the chainsaw like a purse as he walked through the doors and promptly felt darkness overtake him.