[ Good morning, city! Seems everything's back to normal. No bubbles, more people coming in... but this morning has Muraki seated at his desk in the clinic which he's been calling home for some time now. His fingers are steepled together and he frowns at his SFC over them. A moment later, he puts them down and taps his desk once with a finger ( Read more... )

[ The SFC clatters to the ground on its side and the feed switches on just in time to see a figure in a stark white suit stumbling forward. Of course, his white isn't immaculate as it used to be. There are catches of dust and dirt on it and the doctor is heaving, catching his breath as he leans against a tree. His back is turned to the fallen SFC ( Read more... )