The door opens with a melodic chime, and the cool darkness of the city melts into warmth and the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread. He approaches the counter, where an elderly lady lights up at the sight of him.
"Well, if it isn't the young man with the cat mask!" she exclaims.
She smiles at him. "My, my--it's been quite a while since I've seen you!"
He gives a small laugh.
"Has it been that long?"
"My--well, yes, it feels like. You used to come here almost every week, after all. Don't tell me you found a new bakery!"
"I could never replace this one."
Her smile is as sweet as her cookies. "Oh, you flatter me!" she laughs, waving a hand at him. "Anyway, what would you have today?"
He glances at the glass display of cakes, bright confectionaries glowing in light. "Can you get me six of those strawberry shortcakes?"
"Six, my dear?"
"My brother loves them," he explains, laughter in his voice. "He told me to take your entire stock... But let's just say you had six, okay?"
She smiles and begins to carefully place the shortcakes into a box. "My my, of course..."
There's a small, comfortable silence, and she looks up at him.
He doesn't reply, and she continues, still smiling.
"I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had by a milestone... And you were always so shy before, too, just ordering your bread and going your merry way."
She holds the box out to him with gentle hands.
"Everything bright for you, dearie?"
His voice comes out of the mask, clear and smooth.
Kraatz works as what s called a “treasure hunter” of NGC. In reality, this means that he works for the government to steal information and valuables from private organizations. His job is done via missions, though he often goes to the HQ (location unknown to public) to train.
Facts about his new job and lifestyle:
As stated, he goes under the alias “Wings” when working.
While his work is not illegal, you can bet it’s extremely shady.
His job is secret and generally unknown to the public. He has only told Cabe and Sven of it, both of who were made to promise not to tell anyone. He is not allowed to talk about it.
Kraatz has very little qualms about whether his work is ethical.
His outfit is almost entirely black to make it difficult to see him when he’s outdoors (remember that the city is always dark).
The only areas where he skin shows in his outfit are around his knuckles so that he can use his claws.
The back of his shirt has tight slits so that he can use his wings. His cape also has a hole in it for this purpose.
He has been prohibited from using his blood powers when not working.
He is NOT required to kill for his missions, though it is advised when spotted. So far he has a kill count of zero and is managing by using his blood to tranquilize targets.
So far he has been very successful at his job thanks to his powers, and he is well liked by his boss and co-workers.
Cabe: We moved! And by that I don’t mean we moved blogs or anything; we LITERALLY moved!
C: With Kraatz’s new job n’ all we figured it’d be better for us to live in the hidden district, which is also where I work!
C: We’re mostly unpacked now, right before the new year~ how exciting!
C: We’ll still visit the working district a lot though so it’s not like we’ll disappear.
Kraatz: ... Feel free to visit if you find us.
Dr. Morphine: The brothers invited me over to their new place for Christmas, but I heard a certain someone got invited too, so of course I wen to go pick him up!
Lucien: (What’s happening.)
If your OC is friends with Kraatz, he gave your oc a black umbrella with a pattern of the sky inside of it .As said by him, “No one should be without an umbrella!”
If your OC is friends with Cabe, he gave them like 400 condoms. “You’re welcome.”
Marcella knocks on the door politely then steps back, waiting for someone to come to the door. Just behind and slightly above her, Marcellus is suspended in the air with a light teal glow, screaming and flailing his arms. "PUT ME DOWN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!! I DONT WANT TO GO HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH LEMME GO!!!!!!!!!"
The doctor was very much minding their own business and ignoring the faint screaming they heard–until, at least, it appeared right outside their door along with some firm knocking.
Oh dear, they think, setting down their cup of tea. They truly hope no one’s getting murdered right outside their door again. What’s with people thinking it’s okay to stab someone and just leave them outside their clinic?
They open the door to–well, quite a sight, and their gaze drifts upwards to the faintly glowing and floating man before going back down to the young woman in front of them.
They give the pair (of siblings? They sure look alike) a bright smile. “Welcome to my clinic! Do you need anything?”
Thank god, because Marcellus really did not want to detail on how assembling a new shelf to replace the one he had broken had turned into the mess he’d made of his lower leg. He had enough embarrassment today, thank you very much.
Though Marcellus looks away from his leg, Marcella watches quietly as the doctor wipes Marcellus’ leg down and examines it- the altered eye color probably indicates some sort of power, mostly likely an analytical type, or perhaps X-Ray vision? She makes a mental note to ask later if appropriate.
Marcellus keeps his eyes steadily away from his leg- he wasn’t exactly a stranger to blood loss, but he still didn’t find the idea pleasant.
“Alright then, get it over with.” He mumbled in a somewhat whiny voice.
Marcella gave Marcellus a disapproving look before answering them. “Oh, it should have been only about 25 minutes ago.”
“Perfect!” they respond, grabbing the small tongs. They look positively cheerful. “Still, this is going to feel weird. I hope you aren’t squeamish.”
The next half hour is basically the repeated process of the doctor pulling out a splinter and pressing a initially clean white–now red–towel against the resulting puncture until added medication caused the bleeding to stem. As predicted, the amount of blood was rather impressive; enough to form a decent puddle on the ground and several splatters across the doctor’s lab coat by the time they were done.
“Okay… That’s all of them,” they say after dropping the god-knows-what-number-th sliver of wood onto a small, bloody pile. (Don’t worry, Marcelus, they also took out any tiny splinters with tweezers).
They let go of the tong–it floats away–and pull down the mask to let out a small sigh.Their eyes had been black the entire time, and furthermore they’re still keeping a hold of Marcellus’s leg with their powers; a light sheen of sweat glosses their forehead.
“I’m glad to say that it doesn’t seem like you’ll get an infection once these are cleaned up, but it seems like some of them will need stitches.” Dear, just what did this young man do? They smile. “You’re not afraid of needles, are you?”
"That was a hard fall, are you okay?" - Dr. Morphine
“Ah, I’ve had worse…” Eliana replied slowly, looking up at this new stranger. It was true that she had had worse falls, but still, falling from the side of a building she had been trying to sneak into wasn’t on the top of her list of fun things to do. She didn’t know who this man was though or what he wanted with her. He didn’t seem to concerned about why she had been on the outside of the building though, so she concentrated on pushing herself up and doing a quick check for injuries. Her left shoulder was sore, and her wrist was already swelling some. She must have landed on it. Best case it was just a sprain…
Eliana nodded a bit, wincing a bit as she jarred her injured wrist. “Ah thanks, doctor…I appreciate the help.” She said, giving a small smile. “I’ll be sure to pay you back” She added, a bit determined. It might take her a while, but she’d repay them.\
“Where is your clinic located?” She asked curious. This didn’t seem like a normal spot for one.
The doctor smiles at her question. “Well, seeing how the government turns a blind eye to this entire district... Yes, it would be strange to see a hospital clinic here. There’s hardly any, and certainly none that are... city-funded.
“So, basically, my clinic’s actually just my home.” They reach an apartment complex, and they open the door for her to enter before clicking the button for the elevator. “You think the neighbors would complain with all the noise at random hours of the day, but I think we’re all used to about anything by now.”
They reach the floor, and a short walk down the hall leads to a very unassuming door. “Here it is,” they say, unlocking it with a key and opening it.
The flat’s rather simple; a kitchen right across the door, with several cabinets. In the far end of the area is the living room, compromised of a simple blue sofa, coffee table, and TV, and two closed doors. Perhaps the only strange thing is a surgical table between the kitchen and living room, where a dining table would usually be.
“Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa, since it’s just your wrist,” they hum, smiling.
Marcella knocks on the door politely then steps back, waiting for someone to come to the door. Just behind and slightly above her, Marcellus is suspended in the air with a light teal glow, screaming and flailing his arms. "PUT ME DOWN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!! I DONT WANT TO GO HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH LEMME GO!!!!!!!!!"
The doctor was very much minding their own business and ignoring the faint screaming they heard–until, at least, it appeared right outside their door along with some firm knocking.
Oh dear, they think, setting down their cup of tea. They truly hope no one’s getting murdered right outside their door again. What’s with people thinking it’s okay to stab someone and just leave them outside their clinic?
They open the door to–well, quite a sight, and their gaze drifts upwards to the faintly glowing and floating man before going back down to the young woman in front of them.
They give the pair (of siblings? They sure look alike) a bright smile. “Welcome to my clinic! Do you need anything?”
“Don’t care about them.” Marcellus mumbles grumpily, still recovering from embarrassment. He stays still for the most part only shifting slightly as the doctor skillfully removes the fabric. “I wasn’t fighting a tree! Who’d do that, that’s dumb!”
Marcella watches them with interest, her eyes tracing their movements. They weren’t the first person with telekinesis that she’d seen- in fact, it would’ve been extremely odd if they were, given Nightingale City’s size and…. variety of inhabitants- but their fluidity catches her attention. How pleasant.
“I don’t know.. People really have the wildest stories when they drop by here, you know.” They giggle at some memory. “Ah, but you don’t have to tell. You’re just here to get treated, after all.”
They grab a hovering towel, and with quick, precise swipes of their hand they wipe away any sweat and dried blood from the skin of Marcellus’s leg.
“Hm...”
The doctor lets go of the towel (which gently floats away) and blinks, and as their eyes open they become pitch black except for the very bright, almost white, blue ring around what was once their iris. With these eyes they inspect Marcellus’s leg closely.
“Mmmm, okay.,. I’ll be taking out the objects one by one; it’ll bleed quite a bit once the object’s removed, but only for a short while. Overall the blood loss should, at worst, make you dizzy.”
Their powers are moving objects as they speak, with several small jars and a pair of tongs floating to them. Furthermore a medical mask comes over and places itself over their mouth and nose; with a small squint they manage to get it over their ears, too, mindful of the earring.
They look at Marcella with a now hidden smile. “How long ago did you administer those painkillers, Marcella?”
Dei crossed his arms, a glare clearly plastered on his face. His stiff posture matched his forced voice as he asked, "Are you the one who's been bothering Four?"
He pauses.
It’s not too often when he’s so directly approached like this, and he has to admit: He’s almost impressed. Usually people are only this direct when they want to have sex, and, well, this is obviously not the case.
You see, the thought of sex usually makes him happy, but now his face has an ugly scowl.
(Though perhaps it’s still attractive, it is his face after all.)
“Four?” He might as well have spat instead. “Four, Four, Four… It’s always about him, isn’t it?”
Clearly he’s unhappy now. He glares at this other man, this complete fucking stranger who walked up to him and started talking about Four as if the fucking kid that let himself hurt Kraatz actually matters.
Why does everyone think that, anyway?
“And if I am?” he asks, and while his face lost that ugly, ugly expression, his gaze is cool, pale ice of eyes barely revealing his coldblooded anger. The smile on his lips is just so fake. “I’m Cabe, by the way.”
“And I’m Dei.” He was unfazed and kept his clear, teal eyes trained on the other’s. Dei pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, hoping he could magically make the headache coming on disappear. Man, Cabe was just as much of a pain he had imagined he would be. “Look- I’m sorry about Kraatz. I really am. Something like that shouldn’t happen to a sweet kid like him… Cara was so excited when she started to befriend Kraatz, but you have to understand that it wasn’t Four’s fault.” Dei used his most sincere “pleading” tone as he spoke. With a growl and a step forwards, he poked Cabe in the middle of his chest. “And I swear to any existing god out there, if you start going on about how it’s still Four’s fault for not being able to stop himself, I will personally tear you to pieces and make sure you bleed out slowly and painfully,” the hybrid spat, balling his hands into fists. “I know firsthand what it’s like to watch yourself hurt the people you love and not be able to stop yourself. Except mine are dead.” The gruesome flashes of his parents began to plague his mind as well as the feelings of horror what he had done, the fear of the monster he was, and the rage directed at himself for not being able to stop himself. “Just be grateful you still have your brother,” Dei hissed, not realizing there were tears until they were blurring his vision. Surprised and mildly embarrassed, he went to wipe them. Dammit… Dei hoped that the other man wouldn’t comment about the little outburst.
Cabe listens with crossed arms, not breaking his gaze when this Dei kid poked his chest.
It’s strange, though; his glare slowly disappears, and takes on something more along the line of thoughtful as he watches Dei. Still, though, that frown isn’t gone--and at the kid’s last line, it just hardens.
“My my,” he says dryly. “Are you insinuating that I’m lucky? Ha.” His laughter’s dead. “I guess I am... But first and foremost:
“You all have quite some hubris, don’t you?”
A finger makes its way under Dei’s chin and pushes it upwards, and Cabe’s face is close, barely inches away from Dei’s as he stares into the other’s eyes.
“It’s real funny when you kids threaten me, you know...” His voice is nearly a purr. “Especially that thing that’s Four now. It’s almost as if you actually think you can hurt me... Is that it?”
He chuckles and reaches up with a light finger, wiping away one of the boy’s tears. “Well, let that humor you.”
Cabe lets go of Dei, now looking bored.
“Whatever. I’m not going to hurt any of your precious Four, even though that’s not actually him.” He shakes his head disdainfully. “Because, unfortunately, Kraatz still likes him. So does everyone else. Beats me why.”
Marcella knocks on the door politely then steps back, waiting for someone to come to the door. Just behind and slightly above her, Marcellus is suspended in the air with a light teal glow, screaming and flailing his arms. "PUT ME DOWN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!! I DONT WANT TO GO HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH LEMME GO!!!!!!!!!"
The doctor was very much minding their own business and ignoring the faint screaming they heard–until, at least, it appeared right outside their door along with some firm knocking.
Oh dear, they think, setting down their cup of tea. They truly hope no one’s getting murdered right outside their door again. What’s with people thinking it’s okay to stab someone and just leave them outside their clinic?
They open the door to–well, quite a sight, and their gaze drifts upwards to the faintly glowing and floating man before going back down to the young woman in front of them.
They give the pair (of siblings? They sure look alike) a bright smile. “Welcome to my clinic! Do you need anything?”
“Oh! Of course. I think I can think of something.” Leaning over the tantrum-stricken Marcellus, Marcella whispers, “Marce, dear, if you don’t quiet down, I’ll tell Aiden about that time you tripped over your feet and started crying when you were trying to look cool by posing on-”
“WAAUGH NO NO no no I’ll be quiet I PROMISE oh my god n oo” Marcellus cuts her off quickly with a panicked noise, then quiets down, his face red from embarrassment.
“Good boy.” Marcella smiles at him again, bright as ever. She turns back to the doctor with a thumbs-up. “He’ll be good!”
The doctor claps their hands together, their laughter like chimes. “Perfect!”
What an interesting pair of siblings, to say the least.
“Then if you would stay still as much as possible during all of this, Marcellus,” they say as a pair of disposable gloves float their way. They hold out their hands to either side of them, and the gloves stretch over their fingers and wrists. A pair of scissors also float their way. “And I hope these weren’t you favorite pants. Stay still now, will you?”
Their telekinesis isn’t visible like Marcella’s, but perhaps both siblings felt the sudden light but steady pressure that encased Marcellus’s leg to hold it in place as the doctor grabbed the pair of scissors and began to cut off all the fabric below the knee.
“My my, did you get into a fight with a tree or something? I hope you won,” they say happily as the scissors snip away. Their hands are light and dexterous, barely ever touching Marcellus’s skin, and even with the splinters in the way it doesn’t take long for them to cut all the fabric away.
Marcella knocks on the door politely then steps back, waiting for someone to come to the door. Just behind and slightly above her, Marcellus is suspended in the air with a light teal glow, screaming and flailing his arms. "PUT ME DOWN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!! I DONT WANT TO GO HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH LEMME GO!!!!!!!!!"
The doctor was very much minding their own business and ignoring the faint screaming they heard–until, at least, it appeared right outside their door along with some firm knocking.
Oh dear, they think, setting down their cup of tea. They truly hope no one’s getting murdered right outside their door again. What’s with people thinking it’s okay to stab someone and just leave them outside their clinic?
They open the door to–well, quite a sight, and their gaze drifts upwards to the faintly glowing and floating man before going back down to the young woman in front of them.
They give the pair (of siblings? They sure look alike) a bright smile. “Welcome to my clinic! Do you need anything?”
“Thank you! My manager makes them himself.” Marcella smiled brightly, her light voice a contrast to Marcellus’ screaming.
“HELL YEAH I DO!!! IM GONNA BE JUST FINE SO JUST LEMME–”
“Mm, well, if he does, he hasn’t shown them yet.” Marcella frowned, looking at Marcellus. “So far as I know, he’s completely normal.”
“So, is there anything I can do to help?” She asked, worried. “I’m decent with my hands.”
“Oh~” they reply, honestly a little surprised. A “completely normal” human being is rare these days.
“Hm.. Your offer is greatly appreciated,” they say, contemplatively looking at Marcellus. “But first and foremost.. Is there any possible way to calm him down?”
They make a slight shrugging motion. “I would suggest to sedate him, but I wouldn’t want to risk any unfortunate side effects from mixing any of my drugs with the painkiller you administered earlier--at the same time, though, his cooperation would be most helpful before I do... anything.”
