The doctor is in

@fallenmedic

Get out your guns, battles begun, are you a saint, or a sinner If loves a fight, than I shall die, with my heart on a trigger. I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting til' the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? [ Affiliated with RealmsOfPower. ]

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Red String of Fate.

74. Our muses are destined to meet during a fireworks display

"The festival always has the best looking fireworks."

#thenumbedgrace

frommemetoyou

Leave "Red String of Fate" in my askbox

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yumehno

#.Medic

Wakes up to find a very inappropriate thing drawn on his face...

#Guess who fell asleep at work again?

paint-it-neon:

“Uh-huh.” That didn’t help much. Their viewpoints were entirely different. “Then, lemme rephrase: does this—” he pointed to his face "—work better than this." Without moving, he transformed.

Blue hair, younger face—that body he was having this whole struggle over took his place.

Synth wasn't even phased as the other shifted. There was an elder who could do that as well. Though it took him a moment to answer again as he considered both options. "Well... I have to say this one looks more unique and elegant.. but the other one looks more..." He frowned not knowing how to phrase it. "I guess... it makes you look smarter?" He hadn't answered the others question, but wouldn't it be rude of him to say one was better then the other?

#paint-it-neon #paintitneon

paint-it-neon:

"There’s a minimum fee of five dollars." Glances over.

"Bu—-ut—if you could change your face to something better, would you?"

"Hmm..." Well that was deep thought indeed. Synth had changed his appearance once, though it wasn't his choice.

"No, I think I'd prefer the face I was given. It was given to me for a reason. If I didn't like it at first, I'd just try better to convince myself it was perfect."

#paint-it-neon #paintitneon

paint-it-neon:

He’s having second thoughts about changing his regular face for the prettier, longer-haired one. Sitting on a random railing, staring at the sky as he smokes a cigarette (the one he stole from Xath?), he has a silent internal struggle with the subject.

To change or not to change—that is the question.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

#paintitneon

majestyofwhite:

Azariel flinched at the thought. Disinfecting usually meant cleaning the wound, and cleaning it usually meant painful chemicals. Not something he was very willing to experience.

"It won’t hurt, will it, doctor?” He purred, masking his reluctance with his usual lewd intonations. “I do love a bit of pain in bed, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. “

There was a pause in the doctors actions. He knew incubi liked to flirt, but he didn't expect to eve be at the end of it. He was a little embarrassed by it. Especially since he had no intention to do anything that the queen had in mind.

"I-I'll try not to have it hurt Your Majesty." He muttered somewhat quietly as he turned to get the medicine to put on the wound.

#majestyofwhite

hyukiki:

↻ - Ah, good. It did not take much to bring the old doc back. He listened carefully to the purposes of the thing that he had gone through hoops of fire to get, nodding to show that he understood it’s importance now. He began to ask about some of the other supplies, continuing to listen to the purposes of all the small bottles and objects.

"Ha, well I guess the journey isn’t that bad then. If you ever need some more of anything come and find me. If anyone else goes searching for this stuff they’ll just get killed, or worse; they’ll destroy the areas." He teased the other demons, knowing all too well how clumsy his species could be.

"I don't doubt that." Synth answered, a slight smirk on his lips. "Some Demons, even if they're not Mutts can be pretty stupid sometimes." There were a lot of smart demons sure, but there were a lot who were too vain. Trying to find something poisonous would be no big deal to them. They would boast and tease and all they'd accomplish would be getting themselves killed.

The doctor took the last few things out of the box, setting them in the cart. With that box empty now he took it to the others to get rid of them. "You did great finding them. With all the rumors floating around about there being something brewing, we'll probably need more soon. You might not have to wait long before I ask."

#hyukiki

hemopathic:

He never once thought ill of the other who fell; The silveret was good to him and though he once had to question what had truly happen because the fallen wasn’t such a bad man in his eyes. Marius was glad to see that this familiar company seemed well though. “—‘Gene! Look at you! How’ve you been, man?”

And there it was. His given name. No one in Utanthia knew about that either. Sure Eugene wasn't a terrible name.. though it was quite nerdy, but it was a name of saints, which he no longer was. So Synth could not help the slight color that rose to his cheeks. "I-I'm alright." He said, quickly clearing his throat so it wouldn't crack again. "Still saving lives, only more so now that it's demons."

#hemopathic #Shhhh Twinnie

hyukiki:

↻ - He wondered if he had offended Synth somehow. If he had, he should have apologized for it. But instead he just shrugged it off as if it was nothing at all and listened to the doctor. “I see.”

His eyelids fell half closed and he looked at the emptying box of supplies. He thought to change the subject to ease the tension. “You know, some of that stuff is a real pain in the neck to get. What kind of medicine grows amongst poisonous flowers?” He joked. He knew that there was probably some sort of antidote with the flowers, but he still just wanted to make the other laugh of smile.

The doctor was glad for the change in subject. So much so that his smile returned almost as fast as it had vanished. He wasn't offended at all, he just hated to remember what he lost. Thinking about his wings had dampened his mood, but the talk of the supplies quickly brought it back.

He picked up the item in question, holding it carefully out in from of him. His demonic arm, completely covered with his glove meant it would not harm him. "Many more thinks then you think actually. Antidotes mostly. But if you mix it together with another herb you can make a power anesthetic, that humans would kill to learn about."

#hyukiki

hyukiki:

↻ - The demon stared at the other’s back while he put supplies away, staring at the place where the other would still have wings. He had heard many rumors of how the angel had fallen, all of which were completely wrong. No one knew the true story, and that intrigued Hyu Ki. He was honestly curious as to why the angel was done in Utanthia rather than in a clean paradise like Aniova.

"Yeah, you can say that again." He finally said. He chuckled, averting his gaze away from the fallen angel. "But at least it isn’t Earth. If you had to take care of humans you would be even more overworked since they cannot even remotely heal themselves." He pointed out. It was odd for Hyu Ki to find a bright side in things, but for some reason he did this time.

Synth felt eyes on his back. He knew about the rumors. There were many, some wilder then the next. He was sure that was what Hyu Ki was thinking about now. He turned just in time to see the raven avert his gaze.

"Angels aren't perfect either you know." He said, a slight sad smile on his face as he moved the box over to the bed, to put some of the supplies in the medical cart beside it. "I've met some pretty reckless angels. There is less of them, but they do exist."

#hyukiki

hemopathic started following you

Synth gave a little nervous chuckle when he saw the nurse. There were rumors of how the angel had fallen sure, but no one knew the truth. He had never told anyone the truth. Though, he had been stolen of his wings in front of the entire kingdom of Aniova. He was nervous about what the angels thought of him. "M-Marius!"

#hemopathic