#medicbun

[determinedbuns]

“WHEN THINE EYES DOTH LOOK UPON YE MOST DEPTHS ART DARKNESS YONDER MOON RISETH THOU MUSTDTH KNOWEN THINE TRUEST LIGHT”

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[determinedbuns]

sd★*･ questions addressed to your muse.

“Shall we begin?”

▌WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?  

❝Bethany Olivia Ingrid Anne Koraline the Fourth!❞

▌WHAT IS YOUR /REAL/ NAME?

❝... Oh good, one of those questionnaires. My true name varies, I would be loathe to call myself by the name of that scoundrel, but our true name is Lynth, though I would rather consider myself seperate so please, let us proceed with Bethany...❞

▌DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

❝It’s an elaborate callback to one of our previous identities. One that is no longer with us, whether they melded into him or I remains elusive to us, nor does it seem to be a concern for us. That name was Blink. Bethany oLivia Ingrid aNne Koraline. That was the name that was given to this face, and I’ve taken it along with my consciousness. ‘The Fourth’ part of my name was only a superficial addition that He haphazardly... slapped on, as they say, to make himself sound important I assume.❞

▌ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

❝I’m anything but single, you can simply ask that one Doll.❞

▌HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

❝My innate abilities involve shapeshifting our body into near limitless shapes, sizes, and colors. We are of an ancient race of shapeshifters who have gone nigh-extinct thanks to Oliver. As for the full extent of our abilities, we carry ancient knowledge of arcane arts that reaches beyond the boundaries of the universe. Magicks stemming from various worlds are ours to command, provided we carry the resources and energy necessary to carry out these spells and incantations. Unfortunately, our minds are fragmented and shattered, like a prized vault spilling errantly into the coffers of desperate patrons who have little control over what they are given save for... special exceptions. But I suppose to give you all a frame of reference, I am versed in the art of elemental magic, summons, and transmogrification. ❞

▌WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

❝I have given myself a bright Cyan color. I believe they are distinct, and a vast contrast from the other’s gaudy red.❞

▌HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOUR?

❝An imperfect blonde, I could make it just about any color I please, but this is what I would prefer... Bright, but flawed, imperfect, lost of radiance...❞

▌HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

❝I did, Samga was among them. They were not family by blood, mind you, but they were of my kin nonetheless. You’ve probably heard of this type of familial bond a hundred times by now on this blog.❞

▌OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

❝I had one in the past. It was a Canine, it was hard to tell whether it was a hound or a wolf from how thick his fur was. This was during my time caring for Ikirin. He was... a good boy. Such a lovely and loyal assistant, the first friend I was greeted to upon acquiring my first semblance of ego. The other took to calling him an asset, a tool, and nothing more... T’was how we had come to adopt this canine in the first place. We were close, until my first act of insubordination cost him his life. I suppose my fondness stayed, even long past his death.❞

▌THAT’S COOL, I GUESS. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

❝What shall I start first? My complicated existence? My counterpart? I could go on for several moons with that one. Oh! Why don’t we speak on how many backs I’ve been forced to stab to preserve the victim’s lives? How many friendships I’ve broken? How many families I’ve torn apart? You’ve already forced me to reopen such old wounds afterall!...❞ She clears her throat and takes on a more stoic look and tone.

❝My apologies, bringing up Cornelius is not a topic I enjoy. Let us continue.❞

▌DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE TO DO?

❝Ah, much better! I dabble in fashion design, and my ear for music is not to be underestimated! I can play the Violin and Piano quite well, if I say so myself. However, my truly favorite past time is Book-binding. It relaxes me, and watching the ancient, decrepit tomes of yore be resurrected in their full glory before my eyes and by my hands fills me with accomplishment few things can match. I do not use magic to renew these tomes, mind you. It is both a precaution, and a preference; foreign aether can alter, damage, or even remove the innate magic held within an enchanted text.❞

▌EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

❝---And right back into the undesirables. I’ll keep them brief. Yes, I’ve hurt people, I’ve hurt a great deal of people. More than I can count.❞

▌EVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

❝Yes.❞

▌WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

❝I am of the Lapine kind, appearance-wise. A Rabbit, but as I stated before, I could be practically anything.❞

▌NAME SOME OF YOUR WORST HABITS.

❝While in deep thought, I tend to twist the ends of my ears around my finger, that is why they are how you see them; the tips have turned skyward. By the nature of my existence, I tend to turn to deception in order to keep others safe, but would that be considered a habit? Perhaps my worst habit is wasting resources on trivial matters if only to... make things more entertaining for myself. Maybe one example would be dramatic entrances.❞

▌DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

❝That is a good question, I do look up to few... very few... But I shan’t say who~❞

▌GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

❝Why not Pansexual? My preferences have hardly any boundaries~❞

▌DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

❝I suppose you could say that. I, or rather... Oliver did attend Medical School, though it was moreso on a whim, but I retained the knowledge as a result, making me the Doctor you see today. I suppose if you consider ‘Teaching’ going to school as well, I homeschooled young Ikirin.❞

▌DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

❝I.. never had time to think on that, the thoughts of my future usually retain to securing my own self.❞

▌DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

▌WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

❝... Disappearing into his mind and soul before I could escape.❞

▌WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

❝My trademark Doctor’s Coat, with a black vest beneath and a jeweled collar around my neck. Beyond that, nothing more unless I feel like turning some heads.❞

▌DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

❝That one doll, though I still.. hold feelings for Ane, even if I have given up hope of being with her again.❞

▌WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

❝ I needn’t hear of your dark fantasies.❞

▌WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?

❝If you mean my wage class, I’m afraid I do not know exactly what I would fall into. Mayhaps middle, or low. To introduce myself to a fortune conjured of magic would sow the seeds of chaos through ridiculously inflated income on any society I base myself in.❞

❝Now if you mean to ask my class in a more Role-like setting, you may refer to me as a Healer, a Medic, a Doctor, or maybe even a Chemist or Scholar depending on the contexts of the setting.❞

▌HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

❝As of now, I’m afraid I... don’t exactly know. With Samga now losing his favor towards me, I may be down to only one, lest one takes into account that sweet orange child I had cared for, and his friend.❞

▌WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

❝I prefer Banana-Cream, if I may be so bold.❞

▌FAVOURITE DRINK?

❝A calming chamomile, some livening green tea, all tea serves a purpose and all tea is good.❞

▌WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?

❝There is a place in Galvania where the stars meet the earth and there is naught but the purest of Aether circulating through the lush environment. Even the air itself renews one’s lungs, it is my favorite place to meditate both for how relaxing it is and how efficient my meditation becomes.❞

▌ARE YOU INTO SOMEONE~?

❝Will thee waste thy time with repeated questions?❞

▌WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR IN THE OCEAN?

❝I much prefer the ocean. The lake, more often than not, is dirty while the ocean’s waves glisten with a cerulean blue that reflects the moonlight in the most dazzling of ways.❞

▌WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

❝I favor the charmingly naive, but I also have a soft spot for those who share my dramatic flair.❞

▌CAMPING OR INDOORS? 

❝Indoors, for the outside has little care for preferences in temperature and decor. You have much more control over your surroundings without needing to resort to copious amounts of  magic.❞

TAGGED BY:  Nobody! I stole this from @sternenteile

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[determinedbuns]

New Home, New Enemies

The Crimson-robed guard who bore the false mask hiding another would appear not too far from New Home after her rather dramatic display of farewell to her Sister in Arms and partner. From the outside it just seemed like Lieutenant Red of the Waterfall Branch had been called in to help reinforce the garrison that had long since been under siege by a multitude of creatures bearing identical color schemes yet a myriad of devestating abilities.

“...”

From inside, the Mint-furred Rabbit looked upon the carnage that had taken center stage in only a matter of minutes since her departure. All around her she could see Monsters desperately fighting for their lives, some fighting for the lives of others, and some... just in time to watch as their souls are taken captive by their assailants, bathing the consumer in a glow of white to replace their cyan markings.

‘Remnants?.. No... I cannot sense the same essence. What are these creatures? What are they doing to the souls..?!’ So many mixed signals, it’s hard to pin-point who was foe from friend at a distance with her attempt at feeling the atmosphere for magical signatures.

‘So it seems it shall be quite a journey to make for the stronghold, but being in the form I am now... I cannot ignore her duties, lest I paint her with a foul color.’

Slowly did she walk towards the city under fire, the Guard unsheathing a near indiscernable replica of the rapier that Red favored.

And in the other, the knife that the true identity of the wielder was so proficient in wielding, given the illusion of a traditional dagger to hide away its medical-alligned appearance so as to not give anyone an easy hint.

Ahead of her, screams and cries for her could be heard, along with the rumbling of feral growls. Each growl sounding off would be counted in the Guard’s mind, four-- no, five at least. Then came more... Six... Ten... Fifteen? It sounded like an army awaited just outside the gate..!

‘Wherever you are, please be safe Red... Samga...’

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[determinedbuns]

Medi: Curiosity Piqued

The Medic Bun would remain sitting alone in the room of the Doll for a long while after the Pink Rabbit’s departure and yet... His words would continue to ring through her mind, bouncing around like a fly that would refuse to buzz off.

‘What damaged your machine?’ She would hear herself ask again, followed by Oliver’s unfortunately enticing response.

‘Ah, how unfortunate… Though as for the cause of said damage, it was an earthquake in Hotland, though there is something to note… The earthquake itself wasn’t what damaged it… It was a sweeping outcropping of dull-colored crystals that had formed along the machine, though the nature of these crystals eludes me so.’

‘Crystals don’t just form, let alone form during an earthquake. Something troubling must have happened in the Underground, perhaps a threat has sprouted up...’

‘Or maybe they have found their way here already. There is nothing else for it, I have to investigate.’

A small piece of paper would be summoned to her hand along with a small pen slipping its way out from her doctor’s coat as it began to turn a bright shade of crimson and grew into a cloak that billowed in a nonexistant breeze, the very same way that a certain doll’s does. 

In moments, the mint-furred Rabbit was little more than a distant memory. Within the room stood the unmasked Guard, but while the floating note writes itself through the use of magic, the ‘Doll’ would sweep a hand over her face and the mask would suddenly appear through the fluent motion.

‘Such a sight must certainly have drawn attention to the local guard, so I apologize for doing this without asking first...’

‘But it wouldn’t do for an ex-convict to become involved in a potential investigation.’

On the note, the following would be written out in the near-typed out handwriting style of the Doctor, giving it a very clean appearance as if the Rabbit had typed out the whole thing and printed it out for the true Red.

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Stay inside, investigate through the reports until my return. I am borrowing your face while I investigate Hotland. Will be back soon.

XOXO, Beth

[determinedbuns]

Meanwhile, in Red’s Room

As the Medicbun meditated in the bedroom of the Doll, an unwelcome visitor would make himself known to her.

“Greetings.” A voice speaks to the Rabbit from the wind as the door is sealed for the moment. The wind picks up around the room briefly, though thankfully not knocking anything down. Before Medi, standing in the center of the room, would be Oliver.

“I trust you’ve been enjoying yourself in her company?”

“...” The glowing-eyed Doctor refused to grace that question with an answer.

“Such rancorous manners, I was asking a simple question. But let me remind you...”

“Do not get too comfortable, if I am given a reason to be suspicious you know what would have to---”

“Tell me why you are here before I am forced to provide Red with a new bedroom.”

Oliver’s grin would return as he speaks softly without breaking a beat from Medi’s interjection.

“I am currently ‘on the prowl’, as they say, for raw materials, specifically metal. I do not suppose you happen to know of any establishments that procures such?”

At Oliver’s question, Medi wouldn’t be able to keep her curiousity hidden, not even from someone like him.

“Why would you need metal? Hasn’t that emperor from beyond given you enough for your cursed machine?” She spat out, words dripping with venom as per protocol with his kind.

“I did have enough, the machine was built, but after it had been damaged again, I have found myself in short supply.”

‘Again? Last time it was my doing, but again? What could’ve caused damage to a machine built by Oliver?’

“I do not know of any traders or places where metal may be abundant besides the lab of the Reptilian and the Dump.”

“Also, what damaged your machine?” Her curiousity, again, gets the better of her.

“Ah, how unfortunate... Though as for the cause of said damage, it was an earthquake in Hotland, though there is something to note... The earthquake itself wasn’t what damaged it... It was a sweeping outcropping of dull-colored crystals that had formed along the machine, though the nature of these crystals eludes me so.”

“And you can’t investigate this yourself?”

“You pain me, assuming I was going to ask such a task of you before the request had so much as left my lips... However, I do say.. isn’t such a phenomenon interesting? Doesn’t it confound you as it does me?”

“I am not asking you to investigate on my behalf, my focus is on securing materials and assisting with repairs... but if you wish to sate your curiousity...~”

“... Leave.” The Rabbit dryly speaks in response, sparing no other sign of her answer to such a suggestion.

“Very well, I shall let you return to your... Shenanigans.” Without another word, Oliver would vanish in a similar fashion to  his entrance, the wind around him picking up and his body dissipating in a show of particles riding into the air and disappearing before Medi’s eyes, yet the Medicbun would have no comment or applaud for the other’s showy method of entrance nor exit. She would simply return back to meditation...

But that curiousity certainly stuck to her mind...

[determinedbuns]

DOCTOR’S ORDERS, MORE GIFS!

HEY FUCKIT LETS GET MEDI IN HERE

[determinedbuns]

“She did.”

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