brought back from the wars

[deathdoctor]

WHO: the Doctor (Hellsing) - - OPEN
WHAT: stalking the streets in a bloodied-up lab coat
WHERE: random streets!
WHEN: Wednesday Afternoon - Backdated.

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[ohshitnotmilk]

There was only so much that being inside the house reading books could do for him. Sure, He could help Alphonse with his work(glad as he was that his brother was back from that god damned boat adventure). Sure, he could go to the library(been there countless times, already had read countless books from it). But one thing kept pressing at his mind: Since the rain had stopped, where had Hohenheim gone? Even long before that.

Not that, strange island aside, this was anything but normal to begin with.

Walking through the streets, muttering to himself about how stupid humid it was, how the sun was too hot. Most of all, that the stupid rain had stopped and it had taken the ache of his nerves away with it. But it was still too hot, even if he could finally go outside now without practically drowning.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Ed made his way down the water damaged(but slowly getting better, he noticed with every time he ventured out) streets.

[deathdoctor]

Ah! What luck! Finally! He could see someone coming his way. Well, there had been an old lady a few streets prior, but she’d shrunk back upon seeing the blood splatters on his lab coat and the glint of his many spectacles. Or so he assumed.

“Excuse me!” the Doctor called in Edward’s direction. “Could you point me in the direction of the clinic? And perhaps the marketplace? A library?” Would they have that here? And what was-- This kid’s arm--

[crazy4pwr]

Ever since the rains had stopped, Sylar had been watching all the people slowly emerge from their homes. He was currently perched on a rooftop overlooking the streets below. Ever since he had spoken to Grell, his killings had come to almost a complete stop. Sure there was the occasional alley way murder, but such things just bored him now. Not even the lure of an easy power was enough to wake that hunger that had controlled him for years.

Thankfully, these thoughts stopped as Sylar saw there were a few faces he recognized that were steadily coming together. It would be interesting to see what the reactions would be and what conversations would occur.

He might even drop in.

GONNA SAY THIS IS TOTALLY LATER THAT EVENING, after their conversation

[bitchin_beanie]

It just wasn't as much fun anymore. He could stalk the streets menacingly all he wanted, rely on his reputation and sharklike grin to send more than a few bitches scrambling in the opposite direction or assholes reaching for their swords or whatever. But knowing that no one was going to sweep out of the sky like a fucking jumpy spider on a string and tell him to knock it off or get a batarang shoved down his throat? It just wasn't as much fun.

Which would probably never stop him from stalking the streets altogether. He needed something to do, after all. And as luck would have it, when he looked up this time, gold eyes set on an altogether more interesting sight than he might have hoped for.

The fucker with the combustible switch! He grinned a little, mostly to himself, and kept his course steady. He'd run right the fuck into him in just a couple of minutes. Time to see if the good doctor would notice.

[deathdoctor]

The Doctor had the distinct feeling someone was coming up behind him. He was hopeless in street smarts, but nights in Weimar Berlin and looking to do, or having just done, not-so-legal things trained the senses. (Needlessly deemed illegal! As if the republic slumbered still in the dark ages!) His entire life had put him on paranoid edge. For everything.

So when he whipped about only to see Jan, the Doctor was simultaneously relieved and disquieted. For a moment he’d expected to see a Schupo officer; or a Gestapo man with an arrest warrant. Relieving. But this wasn’t Millennium anymore. Disquieting.

[bitchin_beanie]

Cue a decidedly toothy grin. Didn't take the Doctor long, not at all! Jan would be proud if he didn't just about hate the guy on principle. But as long as he wasn't sure about that switch, he'd be playing nice.

"Heeeyyy, Doc! Sup, bro? You like the night air around here, or what? We got, like... fireflies, and shit." As soon as he was near enough one arm swung up (and up and up, holy shit this fucker was tall) to drape around his shoulders. "Find the bar yet?"

[deathdoctor]

The Doctor was quick to bat Jan's arm off his shoulder while simultaneously shrinking back in a mix of revulsion and jumpiness. Part of his awareness was still in police look-out mode. He'd nearly shrieked something about the Schupo.

Donnerwetter, this place had him on edge. And. He hadn't been outside alone at night in years now. Tens of years. Tens and tens.

"I'm not one bit interested in any bars." Would alcohol take the edge off? He couldn't risk intoxication! "Only in finding a suitable replacement for my scalpels." And the rest of the laboratory.

[labyrinthknows]

First Grell, and now the doctor-butcher of another era. Sakagami was beginning to really like his vacation away from Wonderland and its monotone of Deadmen and guards - he was sure the excitement of the forgeries had died away by now, even if Ganta and the Wretched Egg were still running about wreaking havoc with their pseudo-human relationship.

Here, it was new people, different sorts of delectable people with every shipment of new arrivals, and Sakagami was determined to sample every flavor.

"Butcher, butcher, where are you~?" he called, leaping from a rooftop and down into the streets. The stitching at his ankle began to tear in protest, and he huffed a sigh and made a mental note to go to the tailor's later to get more thread. Something had to be done about his body and its damned fragility.

[deathdoctor]

The Doctor lowered his journal and looked up, a concentrated frown on his face. Had he-- he'd just heard-- But. There was no one around.

He looked back down at his journal and flipped through. It was quiet.

Furrowing his brow further, he started leafing through it. Maybe someone on some page had said something-- Suddenly he jumped and nearly dropped it. Something had just dropped from a rooftop in the distance. Someone.

[labyrinthknows]

He moved on at a slower, more cautious pace, wary of his ankle's faulty stitching - and marveling at Grell's more reliable stitching job, for that matter. Sakagami smiled to himself as he glanced down at the heart embroidered into his leg. He was being well, well taken care of, and by Death himself! Quite the enjoyable experience, if he said so himself.

But there were other interesting persons about! Remembering that he was on the scent of one of them, Sakagami began to look about in earnest again, finally spying the red-stained labcoat in the crowd and weaving his way to it.

"Hello there, dear butcher. It's a pleasure to see you in person~"

[deathdoctor]

"Ah!" he jumped slightly at being addressed despite having expected it. For a moment he simply regarded the boy standing before him. And couldn't help but notice the ankle-- the stitching-- he was fascinated. But struggled and succeeded in pulling his eyes away. It wouldn't do to stare.

Finally he said. "Yes... Likewise."