This is what I imagine when Neutralizer and Quincy side by side would look like . Yes, THE height difference!!!!! Making Quincy tiny would put a smile on the drifter's face. Credits to @vividblaze for giving me the idea of human form exalted weapon.❤️ OK it's 4am here and I should be in bed not doodlings.
New series real!!!! I just need to torment a man for science it's in my blood and I had a lovely idea a few weeks ago so now we're here wheeeeeee
FYI this is set in like an alternate modern world because I wanted to make up fake countries having a fake war and probably some fake science. Pretty much everything else is the same as this world thanks <3
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Ingredients: noncon piercing, threat of noncon tattoo, slight dehumanization, there is an IV but we don't see it going in
The last thing Xavier remembered was the bullet piercing his side. Collapsing in the mud. Hitting his head on a rock. Screaming for help as his squad ran away. And then…
Xavier jerked awake, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor attached to his chest speeding up even as he tried to calm himself down. White walls. Cold sheets. An IV in his arm. His dog tags on the bedside table. A clipboard at the end of the bed.
He was in a hospital, and he was safe.
Sighing in relief, he laid back down, wincing at the pain in his side. Yup, he definitely got shot. Hopefully the bullet was out now.
But…something was weird about the way the pillow touched the back of his head. He could feel it against his neck, like his hair was-
His hands flew up to his head, a sob catching in his throat as his hands ran though what was left of his hair. It had been buzzed short all over, not just around the bandage over his wound. It was a bit longer on the top of his head, but not by much. He'd cut all his hair off when he first started to transition, but he'd ended up hating having short hair, and now he kept it a little past his chin and dyed bright red. He hadn't had it redone in a while, and he sadly wondered if there was even any red left.
Maybe there had just been too much blood and dirt matted in his hair? He couldn't think of any other reason a hospital would do that. He just wished they'd asked his fucking permission.
Really, it was a little unsettling how clean he was. He'd fallen in the mud and definitely bled a lot from his head and his side, but there was no trace of anything on his skin. The thought of the hospital workers stripping him and scrubbing him down and cutting off his hair while he was unconscious was more than a little unnerving. He crossed his arms over his chest, wondering if they were going to respect him or not now that they'd seen his body.
Just as the unease had started to shift into boredom, the door finally clicked open. A Black woman walked in, her dark locs tied up in a messy bun. She gave him a warm smile when they made eye contact.
"I'm glad to see you're awake, is it…Mister Fierro? I'm Dr. Kamau. How are you feeling?"
"Y-yeah. Mister. Um… I'm okay, I guess? My pain's not too bad, so I assume this stuff is helping." He pointed towards the IV bag hanging next to him. Dr. Kamau nodded as she scribbled on his clipboard. "But, um, can I ask why…why did you cut all my hair off without asking me? I-"
"We're sorry about that, sir." She hung her head slightly, frowning. "It was just so matted with blood and dirt, and we needed to take care of the laceration on your head quickly. You'd lost quite a bit of blood between that and your gunshot wound."
Xavier pressed his lips together and nodded. It was the response he expected, but it's not like that would make his hair grow back now. "I understand. A-and thank you for saving my life. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, I just…"
Dr. Kamau held up a hand. "It's our job, sir. We're just glad we found you in time. Now," she flipped through the pages of the clipboard, "I have a few questions for you, and then I'll go and grab you something to eat. Could you confirm your name and date of birth for me?"
"Xavier José Ramirez Fierro. I was born on August 22."
"Matches up, good, good," she muttered. "Are you on any medication besides testosterone?"
"No. Will I still-"
"Yes, of course. We'll ensure you continue to receive it during the duration of your stay. Do you have any allergies?"
"Shellfish and cats. But I assume the hospital kitchen isn't going to be serving oysters anytime soon."
Dr. Kamau laughed a little at that. "No, no it will not be. Shrimp and crab on occasion, though, so we'll keep that in mind." She finished writing down what she needed to and looked up at him. "Alright, well that about covers it for the basics. I'll go and grab you something to eat, so why don't you try to get up and stretch a little bit? Just be careful of your injuries."
"Sounds good." Once she was gone, Xavier ripped off the blankets over him, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed-
There was a chain around his ankle.
Everything started to fall into place.
The lack of windows in the room. The forced haircut. The absence of his phone. The fact that a doctor was tending to him instead of a nurse.
His team didn't come back for him after all.
Xavier gripped the edge of the mattress tightly, the world spinning around him as the beeping of his heartbeat steadily sped up. He ripped the monitor off, trying to focus his racing thoughts. He-he'd been captured by the enemy, and the fact that they were taking care of him meant they wanted something from him. Probably information. They were going to torture him, beat him within an inch of his life once he'd recovered enough not to die in the process.
When Dr. Kamau returned with food, the smell only made him nauseous.
"What the fuck is going on here you-where the hell am I?!" he yelled as she walked in.
Dr. Kamau's demeanor changed immediately, professionalism falling away. "Thank god you finally realized. I was getting tired of putting on that act. I can't believe you were too stupid to notice the chain until I basically told you about it."
"I-chinga tu madre, I have a fucking gunshot wound and there's a lot more things I'd rather pay attention to than my goddamn ankles. Now answer my fucking question."
She rolled her eyes. "You're in a research facility in Rimdall." She smiled smugly. "Eastern Rimdall. You're hours from the border, so don't get any dumb ideas about running."
Xavier swallowed the lump in his throat. "No, wait, go back-research? What the fuck do you mean by-I'm a human being!"
"And?" Dr. Kamau stared at him for a moment. "That doesn't matter to the government. Besides, I'm sure you'll be much more useful as a test subject for us than you were for your own country doing…whatever it is you do." Xavier opened his mouth to retort, but she waved a hand and continued, speaking over him. "Now that you actually know what's going on, I need to give you your barcode before you're allowed to eat."
She pulled out a weird fat pen with a needle at the end from her bag, and after seeing the reservoir filled with black ink, Xavier knew exactly what it was. "N-no, no, I'm not gonna let you fucking tattoo that shit on me. No fucking way." He scrambled backwards in the bed as far as he could, legs ready to kick her if she got any closer.
"Are you actually serious right now?" Dr. Kamau just looked annoyed. "We both know you're not going to win this fight. Just get over yourself, Xavier."
"No, I will not," Xavier leaned forward a bit to read her nametag, "Makena."
She narrowed her eyes. "Doctor Makena."
"I don't give a shit about your pinche evil medicine degree. Now get away from me before I kick you in the face."
"Oh my fucking-" she groaned under her breath as she sighed. Lowering the gun, she took a step back. "Fine, if you're going to be a child about this, will you let me do the alternative? It's less permanent, if that's what you're so hung up about."
Xavier weighed his options. It was either struggle and most likely ultimately lose and get tattooed, or give up for now and let her do whatever the other thing was. Less permanent did sound like a better option…"Fine." He relaxed slightly, crossing his arms.
"Alright. Sit on the edge of the bed, please." She put the tattoo gun away, rummaging around for her next mystery tool.
"Only because you asked nicely." Xavier scooted to the edge of the bed, watching as she pulled out a different little gun and one of those tiny alcohol wipes. Before he could ask what she was going to do to him, she rubbed the wipe on his right earlobe, confirming his suspicions. He still wasn't happy about this, but he'd take it over a tattoo.
"Hold still," she said as she positioned the piercing gun around his earlobe. Xavier winced as it poked through his ear, doing his best not to flinch. "Good." She pulled the gun away, and Xavier hesitantly reached up and felt his new earring.
It was a fucking tag, like the kind you'd put on cattle, and he felt himself go red as he ran his fingers over it.
"Don't you dare take that out or I'll tattoo the barcode on your goddamn face, got it?" Makena growled.
Xavier nodded, looking away. "Fine, I get it, alright? I don't wanna give you an excuse to put your creepfuck hands all over my face."
Makena grabbed a fistfull of Xavier's hair, making it very clear why it had been left longer on top. "Look, kid, I'm not thrilled about having to deal with you either. I've cursed the fact that you have O negative blood about thirty times in the past ten minutes. But I'm gonna have to deal with you, and you're gonna have to deal with me, so tone it the fuck down or I'm gonna end up making sure you fail the experiment on purpose."
Xavier glared back at her. "Why the hell would I just roll over and let you treat me like a lab rat just because you like my blood type? I didn't fucking ask to be here, so maybe I'll fail the experiment on purpose myself just so I don't have to see your stupid face anymore."
A smirk appeared on Makena's face. "You wanna know what happens if you fail the experiment, Xavier?"
"I get sent the fuck out of here."
"No, you idiot," her hand cupped his cheek, patting it, "you die."
It reduces stress, regenerates and cleanses the aura, purifies water, captures and destroys heavy minerals, has natural bactericidal properties, among many other qualities and benefits.
Here's one for you DM's that want an emotion neutralizer.
Appearance: A regular looking pie except for the fact that the filling in it is green & it has a slight glow
Description: This pie, made by monks to help train newer monks, is used to bring it's eater to a calm, slightly positive, state. It's commonly used by hunters to tame some of the more hostile & dangerous animal, creatures, or beasts.
Attribute:
-Changes it's user's emotional stat to calm.
-Can be used to negate wisdom save throws (If eaten beforehand & or used after the fail if their is a requirement to make another wisdom save after the first one)
-Temporarily increases the wisdom stat by 2 points
