#vik: threads

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@streetknown​ | With V, continued from here

          "ah, c'mon Kid..." Viktor's tone is soft, voice rumbling like the cascade of a slow motion rockslide. He leans back on his stool to stretch out the bend of his knees, pretending his grimace is about creaking joints (and not about V herself). "...Being nice t'you isn't a hardship. Not t'me."

          The ripperdoc reaches next to where V sits and fiddles with a dial on his ancient radiobox, scanning past the usual staticky station with its boxing match reviews to settle on Royal Blue Radio, and the murmuring throb of jazz turned down low. Vik nods to himself, seeming satisfied, the pinched corners of his mouth softening slightly.

         "And you're not 'just' anything." He adds, lofting eyebrows daring her to state otherwise. "-- So what if you bring trouble? You think I haven't been shoveling trouble off my doorstep since before I hung up my gloves?"

        Something stubborn takes up residence in the physician's expression, a mulish jut to his chin, "With everything that's happened... with Jackie, and..." Exhaling an explosive breath, Vik cuts himself off, crossing his arms over his chest in a bid not to say more than he intends, "... Well. Here's what I know. We only get so much time, V...."

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@thunderbringer​ sent:  “ tell me we’ll be safe at least for a little while ”  wonderful people supporting my newest muse | I’m here for it!

          “Mh.” Vik doesn’t immediately look up from the screen displaying coprocessor specs for Thor’s implant. Satisfied, he types in the command to run diagnostics before rotating his stool and considering the big man with an unreadable expression.

           “Well, nobody patrols back alleys in Watson and expects to find an Aldecaldo, that’s for sure.” The physician’s mouth quirks at the corner, a flash of his eyes over the top of his sunglasses. “--- And local law enforcement knows to give my clinic a wide berth.” 

          He shrugs, arms crossing over his chest. “...So. Yeah. I’d say you’re safe for now. Though you still haven’t explained why you can’t just go home to your clan.” It’s a push, but a light one. Viktor has seen enough of life to know that not all questions have easy answers. 

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@crtlpunk​ gets some mother-henning from Vik

         "I swear to shit, V..." Viktor grumbles, a guttural sound -- like the crunch of tires on gravel -- rising from this throat. He means to come across as frustrated, disapproving of the merc's latest stunt in Night City. But Vik's no good at masking his concern, especially when it comes to kids like V. Jesus, he might as well be an open book with the way his frown pulls down the corners of his mouth, the doc's shoulders tightening near up to his ears as he hunches over the operating chair where V sits. 

         "...if you're not going to let me kit you up with some proper implants, then maybe stop taking jobs that'll get you killed, huh?" Sharp as the words are, Vik's surgi-tool is a delicate touch on V's damaged skin. The pressure of its articulating calipers seems a distant, disconnected sensation (largely thanks to the local anesthetic the physician pumped into his patient's arm before he got to work). 

         Glancing up with a scowl, Vik catches the flattened slug of a bullet as its extracted from V's bicep, using his free hand to drop it into the metal pan next to his work station. He focuses on drawing the edges of the wound together, needle extension of his surgi-tool stitching three neat sutures in place. "-- a little subdermal armor wouldn't go amiss, y'know."  

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Brief Starter for the amazing @bashcd​

          "--- Damn. You look like hell, Bash."

          It's said flippantly, like a throwaway greeting, but real concern creases the lines of Vik's face, eyes sharp as he peers at Sebastián over the top of his sunglasses. The Ripperdoc doesn't elaborate further, figuring there's no real need when the state of Valera's neglected apartment speaks for itself. Jesus, how long has the guy been down for the count?

          Straightening up from his position inside the doorway, Viktor adjusts the mobile medical-unit hanging from a strap across his chest. He makes a passing motion with his kitted hand, the surgi-tool silent and inert on the back of his palm. "....y'mind if I come in? I got something that might help. If we’re lucky, anyway.."

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Me? Adding a Muse eventhough I have like 30+ outstanding drafts? And I haven’t finished the bios for my existing muses? 

      .... u know it.                                 NEW MUSE: VIKTOR VEKTOR