Muraki 12

[playsdoctor]

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

Comments

so very late

[zerointegrity]

Muraki was an interesting individual, somebody to definitely keep an eye on. The fact that he wanted to go to such lengths to redeem himself didn't sit well with Lelouch. Most people don't do that. Muraki said it himself, he was a monster and it was that simple. People can always try to change, Lelouch has seen it several times over the past two years, but they never do. They always go back to what's comfortable, to what they love and to the areas of life where they have ultimate control. So, he wondered if Muraki was serious about turning over a new leaf and he was curious to see how (and what) the strange man was doing with this new clinic

[playsdoctor]

Muraki only wanted to redeem himself in the public's eyes to make his career easier. Privately, he knew he was beyond any sort of salvation and took some sort of comfort in knowing that he'd go to hell once he died for good.

By the time Lelouch arrived, Muraki was washing his hands after tending to some of the natives and their injuries. Fortunately, they seemed to trust him a little more than the others brought her involuntarily and they kept him working steadily. He still had a paper towel in his hand when he walked into the waiting room and smiled down at the unexpected guest. Lelouch hadn't expressed any interest in dropping by before, but he was hardly one to object to finally meeting someone he had an interest in personally.

"It's not interrupting. In fact, you have good timing because I recently finished tending to a patient."

[zerointegrity]

"I've been interested in stopping by since you announced its opening, but I haven't had the time. Things have been fairly busy for me with one of my brothers having been asleep the entire month."

His eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in every minute detail, before moving to the tall man (roughly the same height as Schneizel, he guessed) in front of him. Unfortunately for Muraki, Lelouch wasn't one of the natives and, therefore, didn't trust the man at all. Fortunately for Lelouch, however, he was a brilliant liar and Muraki would never know about any of his suspicions or his complete lack of trust. It worried him, at times, meeting new people. He could never be assured of his safety and the only weapon he had in Somarium was his Geass. He didn't have an army at his beck and call, ready to defend him at the drop of a hat.

With a smile on his face, Lelouch extended a hand, "It's a pleasure finally meeting you in person."

[playsdoctor]

"I see. Sleeping for that long is troublesome when you wake up to learn how much time has gone by." Muraki had only fallen into one sleep coma, but he hoped to never repeat anything that irritating. There were things he wanted to do and he could hardly do them while in a sleeping heap somewhere in his apartment.

The clinic itself didn't stand out in any real way, aside from the dolls he used as decoration. Muraki kept all of his space relatively simple; it made everything easier to clean or otherwise care for without employees to do it for him.

He shook the offered hand and bowed a little as well. "Indeed it is. The Dreamberries make interaction strange -- I prefer getting to meet people this way whenever I can."