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@ua-medusa

Zetsumei “Medusa” Mikiri Nurse, Scientist and Humanitarian. Active Hero at the Fates Three Agency; consultant at the UA High School Infirmary ✴️ Knowledge crowns those who seek her ✴️

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INTERNSHIP ASSIGNMENTS

Below you’ll find your ASSIGNED PAIRING for the internship arc! If there are any serious questions or comments, please contact a Mod.

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Kikin does not want to go home.

he doesn’t know what home will be today, whether it’ll be a sweet, motherly voice or cold, almost clinical, telling him he’s done bad, shoving him into a small dark room and leaving him to think about what he’s done.

or, leaving him until he breaks.

he’s scratching his arm the entire way home, chewed down fingernails digging into sickly pale skin and turning it redder and redder and redder and redder. a few people on the train notice him for long enough that they give him looks, but eventually, they turn a blind eye to the weird teenager scratching himself raw on public transport.

he finally draws blood when he’s close, nails tearing into the skin, nearly trying to peel it away so that he can bleed more and more and more, the dark red liquid staining his skin and hardening now and then as kikin’s quirk goes haywire. when he’s finally in front of their home, he slowly slides his sleeve down with shaking hands, the black fabric covering the mess he’s made as he tries to just breathe.

in and out and in and out and in and out and-

he’s home.

@ua-medusa

Their home is an interesting place.

For all intents and purposes, it looks normal. Beautiful, even. From the outside, it’s humble and simple, a certain elegance in its design, one that shows care and adoration for whatever’s inside. On the inside, it’s warm and homey, comfortable and lived in, picturesque in its decorations and furniture, like something out of a magazine. Every room is exactly what one expects.

Even the basement is rather normal. There’s some clutter, some boxes holding family memories and things that don’t quite fit around the rest of the house. There’s an old set of furniture, a wrong color compared to the walls upstairs. There’s a door.

It’s on the other side of the door that Medusa waits for him. On the other side of the door is an almost ridiculously large expanse, an underground laboratory, filled to the brim with black and sleek equipment. On a table nearby, a few tools are laid out, soaked dark with blood and bodily fluid.

The scientist herself stands in front of a vat, staring into its cloudy depths as she waits for her son to arrive.

[A sealed envelope is placed in the mailbox of Mirio’s dorm. Inside is form after form after form, waivers, contracts, informational packets, another envelope that kindly asks for everything vital to be packed away and returned to the sender as soon as possible.

The very least thing in the pile is a brief survey, listing a few standard questions:

What was your quirk?

How did you lose your quirk?

What other efforts have you made to get your quirk back?

On and on, asking for as much detail as can possibly be given until ending with a brief and polite message of gratitude.]

@ua-mirio

#togata mirio #communitas.arc #medusa.rtf

[Medusa sighs a little before continuing to hum under her breath. Every few moments or every few hours, a small, glossy snake finds its way back to her after it’s done with its work. One by one they slip back into their place inside her, her smile only growing with every one.]

#medusa.rtf #bougonia.arc

#3.4

3:05 PM

@ua-mirio

Er....Hello, is this Dr. Zetsumei?

ua-medusa

It is! Good afternoon!

With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?

ua-mirio

Good afternoon, I'm...a student, from Tokyo's Med school. I saw your pamphlet

#togata mirio #medusa.log #communitas.arc

"Does QUIRKLESSNESS impact your everyday life?" A bright red pamphlet loudly reads, sitting innocently on a small table in the hallway. "If you, a friend, or a family member suffer from a quirkless condition, this study may be for you!" Following the bold title, a list of details, contact information, etc, calling for volunteers for a research program, sponsored and run by the hero Medusa...

He picks up the pamphlet, giving a smile and a nod that meant “Go ahead” to his classmate, Kimiko.

Quirklessness affected his everyday life.

It plagued his dreams. What once he thought were nightmares, of him embracing the void, now were dreams of longing, sad for what had been lost.

.

He knew he should move on.

.

Yet he pockets the pamphlet anyways.

#mirio #communitas.arc

[Away from the school, deep inside the city, something slithers through the darkness of an old alley.]

[A small, glittering snake finally finds its way to its cramped little corner of choice, pressing its body tightly into the brick. It curls and lays there, tongue flicking patiently.]

[Slowly, it starts to undulate in place.]

[Black scales ripple with a beautifully green sheen as it starts to regurgitate, jaw opening slowly to allow the excess to slip free.]

[Something round and shining pushes from its mouth. As it pops free with one last ripple of muscle, it rolls and settles into its spot.]

[Job done, it disappears once more into the dark.]

[Away from the school, deep inside the city, something slithers through the darkness of an old alley.]

[A small, glittering snake finally finds its way to its cramped little corner of choice, pressing its body tightly into the brick. It curls and lays there, tongue flicking patiently.]

[Slowly, it starts to undulate in place.]

[Black scales ripple with a beautifully green sheen as it starts to regurgitate, jaw opening slowly to allow the excess to slip free.]

[Something round and shining pushes from its mouth. As it pops free with one last ripple of muscle, it rolls and settles into its spot.]

[Away from the school, deep inside the city, something slithers through the darkness of an old alley.]

[A small, glittering snake finally finds its way to its cramped little corner of choice, pressing its body tightly into the brick. It curls and lays there, tongue flicking patiently.]

[Slowly, it starts to undulate in place.]

[Black scales ripple with a beautifully green sheen as it starts to regurgitate, jaw opening slowly to allow the excess to slip free.]

[Away from the school, deep inside the city, something slithers through the darkness of an old alley.]

[A small, glittering snake finally finds its way to its cramped little corner of choice, pressing its body tightly into the brick. It curls and lays there, tongue flicking patiently.]

[Slowly, it starts to undulate in place.]

[Away from the school, deep inside the city, something slithers through the darkness of an old alley.]

[A small, glittering snake finally finds its way to its cramped little corner of choice, pressing its body tightly into the brick. It curls and lays there, tongue flicking patiently.]

[Away from the school, deep inside the city, something slithers through the darkness of an old alley.]

#medusa.rtf #bougonia.arc

😪😪 I need a break...

#what a hard couple of months...~#medusa.txt

Are you always busy?

Oh, yes. A little. But being busy in your dream work is a wonderful way to be.

#Anonymous #ask tag

Is the nurses office filling up again?

A little. Though it’s nothing we can’t handle.

#Anonymous #ask tag

Do you have any sidekicks at the Gorgon Agency 👀👀?

Not at the moment! We employ very few...

#we like to keep it in the family 💛💚🖤#Anonymous #ask tag

If the festival is almost over, I can imagine the injuries would be tripled because of the final rounds 🤔

Fufufu... Yes, I imagine the final rounds will involve the most dreadful of injuries by far...

#i dare say i'm looking forward to it... fufu...#Anonymous #ask tag

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