#unethicalpractice

[undeadunalive]

@unethicalpractice​​ / 🧛

“Edgar, I couldn’t help but notice the longevity of your hours. As both a doctor and your friend, I must strongly advise that you rest, or at least allow yourself a break.”

[aleximedicusa]

@unethicalpractice​.  /  𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

“ dr. edgar swansea. ” he drawled out the name with patent disinterest, opting to inspect his nails in lieu of making any attempt to meet the doctor’s gaze. he had hoped that this little tour of pembroke hospital would be conducted by reid himself, but they had scarcely crossed the threshold before a desperate nurse had materialised to beg his assistance with the patients. swansea, reid had assured lewis, would be just as capable of a guide. “ reid has told me of you. the man with the cockstand for vampires. ” it was, perhaps, a bit too harsh to be fair, but lewis had met far too many humans who salivated over the very idea of immortals. it had always left a bad taste in his mouth — and when lewis anwyl was displeased, lewis anwyl was rude. that, death had not taken from him. 

[thesadsaint]

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The past decade had seen Sean getting far more involved in the ongoings of the non-profit that his humble shelter had become. Their reach was far, and he’d becoming far more of a globe trotter than he ever anticipated. His mortal life would have gladly been spent in London, seeing out the end of his days serving the city’s people as best he could there, but God had given him another purpose and so he’d started to travel. Their latest venture required a partnership with a local hospital and Sean had taken it upon himself to go and meet with the administrator to try and broker a deal.

He didn’t have to go, he was the owner of the company, but he felt it important to understand how the modern business world operated. Thankfully, this portion of the world was in a months long darkness, allowing ease of travel no matter the hour, but the meeting was still made later than Sean would’ve expected it to be. The person who set up the appointment said that the administrator only had availability later, which suited Sean perfectly. He pulls on a jacket before leaving the home he was staying in. It was the middle of a frigid winter and while the cold didn’t bother him as much as it used to, it still made his skin ache. He wrapped a wool scarf around his throat and then tugged a knit cap on over his head. It helped hide the perpetual bandage on his forehead.

Sean leaves early, taking his time walking to the hospital, which was lit up, a beacon of light in the dark. There’s a lone soul at the front desk who perks up at his arrival, and when he announces himself, she kindly leads him to an office far back, through a labyrinth of halls. It’s going to be difficult to find his way out. Once there he’s left alone, and so he knocks, announcing his presence before hearing a muffled voice welcoming him in.

The door squeaks on its hinges, and Sean takes one step in before he falters when he spots a familiar face.

“Doctor Swansea.” It’s not a question, he’d recognize the man anywhere. Sean’s smile widens, and he closes the door with a click, walking further into the office that was far less regal than the one he’d held at the Pembroke. “Fate has seen it fitting to reunite us. How have you been?”  

[undeadunalive]

@unethicalpractice​ l ✚

“Edgar, old chap. How are you acclimatising to your new... affliction, as it were? Or perhaps our shared affliction, I should say.”

[fanaiceach]

@unethicalpractice​ said: “I’ll not bore myself with explanations you cannot possibly understand.”

penny dreadful starters || accepting

      “Of course, wouldn’t want you to feel compelled to stoop to my level of incompetence, doctor.” The ire is plain in the hunter’s voice. His alliance with Swansea is a tentative thing at best, and though he’s come to appreciate certain aspects of the back-and-forths, the underlying disparity of their beliefs is always present. Such is the same rift that runs deep between Priwen and the Brotherhood -- the former seeing the latter as weak-will cowards, while the latter views the former as nothing but thoughtless butchers. 

      It’s a decades old rivalry at this point, but Geoffrey can at least admit that the divide between their factions has caused a net loss of knowledge. And that’s precisely what brings Geoffrey back to Pembroke time and again in spite of the mutual agitation it almost always causes. The epidemic mounts day by day on the streets, burning like a cancerous fire throughout the city. And if something isn’t done -- soon -- all of London will quickly find itself engulfed.

      That the pathway towards discovery hinges at least partially on Geoffrey playing nice with Swansea is just one of the many challenges posed by the epidemic.

      “Try me. Humor an uneducated soldier on the front lines of this impossible war -- maybe you’ll find I’m smarter than I let on.”

[mslangermann-a]

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    Thick silence swelled in the room. No longer did cries of pain shake the walls or the sharp barks of her men ring out. Through brutal torture, the confession was made. Edgar Swansea was the cause of the epidemic. It was by his hand so many were dead and those who slipped past death’s bony finger roamed the streets. Lynn’s hatred burned, a slow boil churning in her gut, and impulse wanted nothing more than for him to rot. But what would killing him achieve? Taking human life would make them no better than the leeches who stalked the streets in search of their next meal. Taking human life was monstrous and she would not be a part of that world. She joined the Guard on the promise of protecting people, defending them from the shadows that go bump in the night.

         If Swansea suffered this treatment, what’s to stop the Guard from doing it again?

    With her heart thudding in her throat, Lynn ordered her men to exit and wait for further orders outside. She was alone with the doctor now, his wrists tied above his head and hanging limp. Beaten and broken, it was unclear if he would survive for much longer. But she had to try. She couldn’t have his blood on her hands. Moving forward, she pulled her dagger free and cut the rope holding the doctor upright. She shouldered his weight with a grunt, digging her heels into the floor to ensure he would not crumple.

                                                   “Walk, doctor. We’re leaving.”

[fanaiceach]

@unethicalpractice​ asked: "If I was a vampire, I'd pick you as my puzzle and spend a lifetime trying and figure you out."

      “If you were a vampire, you’d have about an hour at most to solve the puzzle before I took your head off -- and that’s me being generous.”

      “Can’t you content yourself to a human lifetime like a reasonable man?”

[cainiine-a]

@unethicalpractice​

The night is still for the fraction of a breath. Both a rare occasion and an almost holy treat when your ears have grown accustomed to coughs, to wails of pain, to murmurs. It almost leaves her tense in anticipation, waiting for a sound to have her move on her feet again and prepare her for the worst. But, alas, all is quiet in the hospital's walls and perhaps it is a blessing for all its residents to be granted a minute of peace.

She spends it with cleaning her bloodied hands on a rag that is nearly equally as dyed by red as is her skin; finds a clean spot and begins to rub at the liquid while continuing to oversee the beds with an alert, dog-like gaze. The silence, however, does not last long as footsteps break its weak structure and she only turns to look when the steps approach her. Ever so polite she smiles and nods. " Good evening, doctor. Out for a stroll? "