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Post by Nikki on Oct 1, 2020 11:25:45 GMT -4
Ah damn, that was… A crash and then a crunch seeming to rouse the mind of a metal minx as she spilled out of a window with flames belching out behind her angrily, Nikki Nakajima flung herself downward at least a couple of stories as she burst out of a place filled with smoke and anger and into somewhere more peaceful, but certainly not cleaner.
“Unnnfff!” Luckily for her the quirk she managed to hold onto for those few vital seconds longer helping to make sure that the fall did more hard to the debris beneath her, as she clattered to the ground and crushed a garbage can in her wake the woman known as the ‘Iron Maiden’ was once again glad to have that steely resilience her body possessed but as her strength seemed to wane and mind seemed to grow hazy, it seemed she would not keep it for long.
Fuck… Didn’t expect that many… That metallic shine that covered her body ebbing away as every part of her seemed to weaken and ache, our pugnacious pugilist lifted her hand to the sorest spot on her body which seemed to lie just above her right hip, but for the moment was happier to look at the results of her activity upon her enemy than of herself.
And a couple of em were tough cookies eh? Some thug lord’s empire burning to nothing because of what she had done, whilst it had been reckless to go up against yet another gang by her lonesome Nikki was glad to see she had won, but as she felt a sense of endless wetness where her hand rested she knew that they had made her work for the victory. Not all of those fools had been simple hooligans, had they?
Fucking… Haven’t been messed up this bad for… God, have I ever…? A few quirker’s among their number and not all of them presenting as simple punks to her, as Miss Nakajima rolled and pushed a weary set of legs beneath her she reflected upon the difficulty she had faced, and while proud of herself for beating such fearsome foes she knew it had cost her a lot. Each step feeling like she was lifting a pair of cement boots attached to her feet that got heavier and heavier every time her heels hit the floor, as the adrenaline she felt began to ebb the pain in the black beauty’s body seemed to escalate in kind with that burden, and it felt like something was running down her leg as well. Had she landed in a puddle of piss or something?
Bleeding pretty bad… Lifting the hand that held her hip and exploiting what little light that was around her to see something dark coating her fingers, as she sniffed at them the combined visual and olfactory information let Nikki know that she was oozing the red stuff from within her, and the fact that it was drooling down her leg did not fill her with optimism either.
…Not sure if I can make it home…? Mind already woozy and the heaviness of her heels only getting worse, as the rest of her seemed to grow weightier as well the damaged delight felt a need to rest her hand on the nearest wall to steady herself, and could recall similar levels of light headedness from past events of battle and booze that told her she was rapidly approaching slumber town on the fastest express there was.
Fuck, maybe Kanna can come to… Or Mrs Shimizu…? Clutching her wound with one hand and even somewhat barbarously pressing it with her paw in order to provoke a bit of pain that would hopefully wake her back up for a bit, as agony spread through her form the battling beauty thought of the blonde she had let into her life and while she hated relying on others Miss Nakajima knew she needed help right now, and really her or the landlady were the only people she’d trust enough to take care of her.
Dammit. One fucking time I bring this and it’s broken… Reaching into her pocket and fishing a phone from it in the hopes of getting in touch with the few people in the world who might just give a shit about her, one had to note how disheartening it was for the dark dish to see that her telephonic technology was shattered to hell either by the fight or the fall, and wouldn’t even turn on for her.
Come on, just… One step after another… You can make it. Sighing softly as she found her means of rescue denied her and then discovered that her act of self-inflicted agony did not quite seem enough to keep her in the game either, Nikki gritted her teeth and forced herself forward, trying to ignore the pain and wooziness she felt with pure willpower and succeeding. For at least three steps.
You can make it. Just keep going, ya fucking idiot! Unfortunately the loss of blood and the battering she had taken too much for even a bitch as badass as this to shrug off and ignore, all too quickly the metal minx seemed far from mighty as she stumbled and slumped against the wall next to her, and clawed ineffectually at the bricks in the hopes of trying to drag herself back onto her feet. But it was not to be.
Fucking… The nails of Miss Nakajima failing to provide any kind of traction and more than that her strength rapidly vanishing into nothing, even the act of leaning against a wall seemed too much effort for the ebony enchantress and she found herself flopping forward, and sprawling across the ground on her side.
Dammit! Bloody wound clutched in her grasp but her mind seeming to fail her as readily as her legs before it, even though there was little to see in the dirty, dingy alleyway she had collapsed in the steely siren cursed inwardly as she found those details seeming to blur out from her vision and then vanish entirely as the vixen slipped into unconsciousness, and left her fate in the hands of luck and little else…
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Oct 16, 2020 13:39:48 GMT -4
It had been another hard day of work at the office. First Cyril spent his morning going over the papers and books. Most patients who came in were unable to pay for the procedures they wanted or needed up front. Without being a "legit" practice Cyril would not be able to take any type of coverage they may of had. Therefore many operations were done(rather crudely due to a lack of actual practice) free of charge. The young doctor had managed to not kill anyone while they were on the operation table within his clinic here in this part of town but the man knew that all it took was one nervous slip and a young man or woman would have no where to go but split into small garbage bags and then somewhere discrete and in the dirt.
The late morning was filled with the sarcastic remarks of his assistant "Julie". She preferred to be called that name and due to where he chose to set up his clinic Cyril knew better than to ask why. However he enjoyed the back and forth he shared with her whenever she came in for her job as a receptionist and document manager. Cyril could not pay her though she did not seem to mind. There was something about her that he seemed to really like, from her personality to her eagerness to help those who came in regardless of what they looked like. That and her fanatic attention to each person's horoscope. She would go on and on about Ares Minor and Mercury Major and retrograde and other things like that. The dark-skinned man thought them funny but asked questions as much as he could due to his inability to turn down a good conversation.
Early lunch comprised of meetings with banks about attaining funding or some sort of backing for his clinic. Although he was legit in his practice(in the sense that he purchased the building and entered the country legally) the rest of his active live was quiet questionable. Therefore the people he sought out for funding were either equally questionable or more-so than he could have possibly thought. Many turned him down though one showed interest and promised to come to the establishment the very next morning with some promising news.
Lunch and second lunch were taken at his local coffee shop' "Black Sand" to where he conversed with the waiters and servers there. Once that had concluded Cyril hurried back to the clinic to take on any patients that may of arrived. It was a slow day so his research took precedent over anything else that popped up. He groaned at the lack of material he was able to obtain from his day to day and reminisced about his days at the Orphanage. All the papers and research he was able to lose himself in, all the experiments he was able to analyze and theory-craft conclusions about. For now however he would have to deal with starting from scratch.
He did not hear Julie leave nor her promise to lock up, his nose was way too far down the rabbit hole of a series of books he had acquired from a junk sale. They spoke of a futuristic scenario where quirks could be harvested and held in storage. These quirks were they bestowed on the quirkless as a way to bring balance to a world where people with quirks have gone rampant and without order. The plot was captivating though Cyril was there for the science that he assumed would soon appear to explain how such a think with quirks was possible to do. Before he realized night had fallen. Without having eaten dinner, Cyril would take a smoke and probably head home calling the night a night before it got too late.
Heading out the side door he would of barely lit the stick before noticing a trail of blood. Aimlessly following it he would of come across a young lady. Clearly wounded from some sort of attack she seemed unconscious but breathing. Instinctively he would of knelt down and felt for her vitals. Assuming a position and taking a deep breath he would heavy her onto his back. The blood would quickly soak his labcoat as he wavered for a few seconds, the weight of the girl throwing him off as he felt it did not match her frame. Steading himself he slowly made his way into the clinic and locked the door after getting her into one of the examination rooms.
Quickly running his tests he would be able to hook her up while still getting the materials needed to close her wound. It would sting as the only method he knew of that would be effective here would be to burn it closed. Nearby a few knock-off doctor tools would be laid on a tray two metal knives being heated by what looked to be a bunsun burner.
"This'll hurt a bit..."
He mumbled probably for her sake but seeing as she barely reacted when he accidentally banged her head against the top of the door frame when entering, the young doctor knew she would not mind as he begun his work assuming once it was done she would awaken at her own pace.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 18, 2020 14:28:32 GMT -4
“Nnnmmmmggg…” Barely raising a response as she found herself being rescued by the most unlikely of souls, all that one might have roused from the raven in the meantime were some low and grumbling groans as her body wrestled with the injuries with which she had been inflicted whilst her mind was somewhere else entirely. A long way away in fact though that statement more substantial in time than it was in physical distance, regardless of what separated the realms it did indeed seem that Miss Nakajima was a world away from who she was right now as she was not the big strong figure in leather and contrasting colours highlighting her curves, but rather a slim little girl with a dirty dress and innocence in her red eyes, and chaos all around her.
Can’t move… Where’s my… Where’s mommy? I need my mommy… Please, where is she…? Ringing seeming to flood her ears as she found herself trapped beneath a weight that seemed to be heavier than the world itself, tears rolled down the cheeks of this little Nikki as she looked around herself desperately, and pleaded to find someone who could help her feel safe. But even as a figure approached her that looked just like the person she sought, her magnificent mama, some part of the youngster knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her. However, that didn’t stop her trying.
“NO!” Finally capable of a coherent word and the effort needed to push off whatever was pinning her down as that pretty woman turned around to leave her there, Miss Nakajima shot up and reached out to grasp at the monument of her matriarch to keep her close, but rather than grab her all she felt in her palm was air in her arms and a new environment to contend with. Though, she didn’t get much of a chance to survey it, at least not for the moment.
“Annnngghh…” Instead finding all the sense she could summon drawn to the throbbing agony that was her side thanks to the sudden pressure she had placed on the wound there, that ruby red stare which had been closed off for so long tightened once more and the head of our heroine felt dizzied by the pain she felt, and with whatever attention she could she looked down to that hurt to see what was wrong with her.
The fuck happened to me…? In all honesty expecting to spy the horn of a rhino rammed straight through her given how much she was hurting, as a little focus returned to the eyes of the ferric fox she looked down herself and peeled a loose gown away from herself to see that she was wrapped in bandages around her waist, and above that dressed entirely differently to how she expected herself to seem. Not even totally aware of the fact that she wasn’t in her room back at the apartment block and so puzzled by the fact that she had been sleeping not in the nude or even a t-shirt and underwear but rather something that one might wear in a hospital, as she eased herself backward the black beauty searched her memory for something which might tell her what in the world was going on, and vaguely began to recall the evening which had preceded this.
Right… Passed out in that alleyway didn’t I? Flashes of recollection of things that were harsh and hot seeming to spur greater degrees of clarity as the young woman rested there for a second, the sable siren lifted a finger to her forehead and rubbed it as she remembered getting into one hell of a fight, and then stumbling away from it as best she could, though unsuccessfully. A few moments of memory happily informing her that despite her finest efforts she had found herself stumbling and flopping to the ground, Nikki felt a shiver run through her as she recalled the dying light that was her last memories before she had woken up and how she thought in them that maybe this was the end, and honestly still wasn’t sure if that wasn’t the case or not yet.
Well, safe to say this ain’t no alleyway, now is it? Sighing at the realization and the hint of relief she felt when she recognised the simple fact that her locale had seemed to have been shifted to somewhere that seemed a little less likely to incur some form of life-threatening infection, though she certainly felt an ounce of happiness at not being dead or worse arrested from the looks of things, until she knew where she was a sense of foreboding would continue to fuel the furrowing of her brow.
With my fucking luck I bet I got picked up by some perverted creep, huh? After all not having a laundry list of people in her life who might show up and save her with wholly honest intentions, the fact that she had also seemed to have been changed into something more suitable for bed rest only unnerved Miss Nakajima further as she wondered just who had done so, and as such she felt a rather speedy need to get back on her feet sooner rather than later. And so she would quickly try to swing her leg off the bed and escape, before whatever scumbag she suspected was responsible for all this returned to her…
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Oct 21, 2020 2:23:50 GMT -4
The next few minutes quickly turned to hours of intense effort as Cyril tried to remember all the knowledge he had of the human body and put it to work. He would have to stop the wound from bleeding, close it as well as patch it up in case it was to reopen. He had to do it in a way that would not cause lasting damage to the young woman's fit physique as well as minimal scarring. He also worried about her inner organs and how they were dealing with the stress of such a wound. Not only that, there was evidence of slight burns and other smaller cuts and bruises all over her body. Sprains in his wrists and ankles spoke of a hard fought fight or long journey that Cyril would probably never know the truth about. He had found her collapsed so there was only his imagination when it came to theorizing how far she actually traveled from. Her face did not look familiar and with the way Japan films and exposing their heroes to as much publicity as possible chances were she was just someone who was down on their luck and currently suffering for it.
It was these type of people Cyril had promised to start helping since he left the orphanage.
With renewed vigor he attacked the wound, mustering all his expertise into making sure the young lady would be able to get up, move and walk away from this with her head held high. Without an assistant alot of things the young doctor had to improvise on though what he lacked in extra hands he made up for with creativity. Even as he finished he could not recall where he learned certain methods or how he knew what he did not know. Was this a phenomenon? Similar to the ones you hear about on tv where a firefighter would go beyond his known physical capabilities to accomplish his goal, Cyril could not believe he accomplished what he did without assistance or proper set up. This would be one for the books, if he kept any.
Cleaning up after himself as he wanted to let the young woman rest after her intense "surgery" the young doctor would mull over what type of circumstance she would of gotten into the get her that wound as well as finding herself here. Finding a spot to rest nearby he would take of his glasses and rub the bridge of his nose, perhaps she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and had to run to survive. She may of outran her pursuers but definitely paid for it. Not injured and too far from any friends or family she would of fallen unconscious nearby a building not sure of how lucky she was. Now she would wake up and express her unrequited love for her savior. With no way to pay for the procedure she would volunteer to work at the clinic where the two would develop a unique relationship together.
Most onlookers would gossip and call it stockholm's syndrome a tragic classic of a victim falling in love with her savior. But they would not listen to that type of nonsense for the now a couple knew that despite the circumstances of them meeting was dangerous and rough what mattered was their love for each other.
"NO!"
Would startle the young fatigued doctor awake. He had fallen asleep...the floating remnants of his dream like wisps as he tried to hold onto what he had imagined. From what he could gather it sounded like the plot of a novel he was reading on his spare time though he had for some reason placed himself into the narrative as one of the main characters. Rising from his desk he would make his way towards the room of his only patient. Still late in the night he was not sure if the stiches had set and the last thing he needed was her reopening them.
He would turn the corner and enter the room just as she swung her leg down a hand scratching his chest from inside his shirt.
"Wait wait wait it's a bit soon to be moving around. Your in my Clinic my names Cyril I'm a doctor."
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Post by Nikki on Oct 21, 2020 11:30:16 GMT -4
Who the hell is this then? The senses of the steely siren dulled by her injuries and exhaustion and whatever else was currently plaguing her system right now, any concern in the voice that reached out to Miss Nakajima seemed to be lost on the mind of a woman whose fight or flight reaction seemed locked in favour of the former, and as her pulse quickened the first thing the girl did was tighten her fists into a ball defensively as she probed the darkness to see how had stumbled upon her though wasn’t sure what to make of what was laid out before her.
A doctor…? Eyes narrowing as her slightly blurred vision looked over what details she could discern of a scruffy looking man was short hair and a scrawny frame, though the figure spoke up and seemed to give the definite implication that he was the one who was responsible for the rescue and effort toward recuperation she had received Nikki remained suspicious, and readily expected this situation to go sour at any moment.
“And I just ended up in your clinic huh, ‘Cyril’?” Running into far too many pieces of refuse in her life who seemed to want to take advantage of her in some way or another and as such highly dubious of any figure who seemed eager to help her out no matter the situation, though Nikki paused for a moment with one leg hanging off the bed and one hand cupping that sore spot in her abdomen the black beauty certainly would not take his words at face value that was for sure. Far too used to dealing with the scum of the earth to believe in the honest intentions of anyone who hadn’t earned her trust yet, the scepticism in her tone was obvious as she tried to work out just how long it had been since she had passed out, and hoped that the lingering veil of night meant that it had only been a matter of hours at most.
“So what… you just go around at night looking for women passed out in alleyways?” Almost completely off guard now and that making her even less hospitable than she usually would have been at a time like this, all that Miss Nakajima could do was growl and try and make herself look bigger and tougher than she was, because right now she felt anything but. There hadn’t been many times in her life when she felt this weak and this vulnerable, so she was like a wounded animal, ready to bite at any moment at anyone who came near her, whether their intentions were good or not…
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Oct 26, 2020 7:17:36 GMT -4
The womans question seemed more like a directed statement, clearly not believing his introduction. That was a shame because he was actually telling the truth. No code names here, just his government issue name and place of business. The rooms main lights would of been turned off completely to allow her some solid rest however as Cyril entered the room he would turn a dial on the all turning on the lights but setting them to dim allowing them to illuminate the room just enough for the two of them to see each other and the things around the room
With careful steps he would walk towards a counter covered in papers. Hidden amongst them was a small sink, coffee machine and cupboard. This room was different from most of his others and it was because of these small amenities he choose to bring and operate on her in here. Pouring himself a cup of lukewarm coffee while he mulled over the womans questions, Cyril could not help but see the similarities in this situation with ones from his most troubling past.
"It appears so. Maybe this building had significance to you before? I only recently set up here so I would not be aware of what it was."
Using an empty cup and pouring the lady skme water in it he would hesitate at hearing the defensive tone in her speech almost as if she was growling at him to keep his distance from her while he tried to figure everything out.
"No no I'm not much of a ladies man I'm afraid. However injured people to find themselves at my doorstep from time to time. Although you showing up at the sidedoor was quite a surprise!"
Taking a quick sip of the coffee Cyril would continue.
"I was hoping you would sleep through the night, because that would mean I would get to sleep too. However that doesnt seem like it will be the case. You've been asleep for 2 maybe three hours now...
He would say looking around the room only to remember that in here there was no clock.
That wound you got was pretty bad but I did what I could. The rest will be on you and your body to recover. Or not, either way I think you'll be fine."
Thinking it would be safee now than it was a few seconds ago, Cyril would find one of his favorite swivel chairs sit down, and roll himself over towards the woman the cup of water stretched out for her to take in case she was thirsty.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2020 14:24:16 GMT -4
“Hahahaha, don’t think I’ve ever been to this place before?” The scarlet stare of the steely siren tightening again as she looked around her environment, though she likely had little chance of guessing wherever she was even with the aid of windows and whatever else was in the room right now, for some reason she still attempted and yet failed to find anything recognisable around her.
“Not even sure where the hell it is anyway?” Shaking her head as she confirmed the fact that she really had no clue at all where she was, though the man seemed to suspect she had headed here on some kind of instinct Nikki remained rather suspicious of such an excuse for her appearance here, and largely because she felt it was too much of a coincidence that she would pass out from exhaustion and blood loss just where she needed to get help without ever knowing it, like some wounded carrier pigeon. She wasn’t that lucky, right?
“Haha, I bet with a mug like that, it’s hard to be one anyway, huh?” That defensive feeling and her injuries not quite ruining her sense of humour however and as such the wicked warrior woman unable to resist the impulse to make a crack when ‘Cyril’ mentioned the fact that he wasn’t much of a ladies man, Miss Nakajima let out a short laugh and shook her head as she noted that he looked a mix of plain and unusual rather than outright handsome, and felt perhaps a little bit better for doing so.
“The side door, huh? Alley… And then clinic? Are you some kinda back alley quack then?” Maybe the chance to just share a little humour helping her to feel a bit more at ease and in control of her situation than she was as well, as the raven ran over the details of his descriptions in her mind again she wrinkled her nose and felt something fishy about the combination, which she was another notion she was all too happy to point out as well. Though even if her estimation was true she wasn’t sure if she would like it or not.
“Fucking, suppose I am pretty thirsty now you mention it…” Innately tensing again when the doc drew nearer to her and offered a cup of water in turn, though his behaviour didn’t seem all that threatening and the gesture was one that was more kind than creepy Nikki couldn’t help but eye the drink for a second or two before accepting it, but even then took the measure of sniffing it a couple of times to see if she could smell anything off about the liquid.
“Kinda still think this might be laced with knockout drops or something, but I suppose if you wanted to have your way with me while I was sleepin’ you already could have, right? Fuck… You didn’t do that already, right?” Ultimately failing to find anything out of the ordinary that she could detect in that moment however, after a second the girl shook her head and lifted the glass a little higher, but paused before sipping from it as a thought entered here head, and she ended up showing just a hint of vulnerability as she voiced it a moment later. Wow, this one really didn’t trust easy, did she?
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Nov 2, 2020 7:02:39 GMT -4
Keeping silent as the woman spoke her mind through questions Cyril would of taken that time to turn on the lights in the room. He usually spent him time in the dark moving around based off of memory and the faint bits of light certain equipment would emit. He did not need much to maneuver though his new patient would probably like to actually see where exactly she was in the building. Perhaps a visual confirmation would bring a certain level of ease to the injured lioness. Getting a refill for his own cup, the young doctor would chuckle a bit and aim to answer her confused and rapid fire questions to the best of his ability. He was in no rush and there was nothing he had to do tomorrow that could not be done in a few hours after all this cooled down.
"Well we're in Kabukicho-ish. Right along the outskirts I'd say. I did have to lift you from where I found you inside here I think I left that part out. Can't remember, too tired."
Turning around to walk back to his chair, the woman would be able to see the young doctor in the full blast of room light. His face was calm albeit tired shown from the dark circles underneath his eyes. His skin was dark signifying a specific birthplace, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. Scars marked his arms, encompassed by snake tattoo's on both arms that were clearly visible despite the doctor's coat he wore. Dried stains of what could only be assumed to be blood lined the bottom most part of the coat, and decorated it in random splotches all over. He wore a dark T-shirt underneath and regular day-to-day pants and shoes.
As he sat down again, Cyril smile as he noticed she had taken a moment to drink the plain filtered tap water he had put into the cup for her.
"Oh no! I would not dream of it. With my wife and her s- ... our son still living, I can't imagine that they'd've appreciated me fooling around."
He would say with the best smirk he could muster. The woman before him was definitely stunning in physicality. From a medical standpoint Cyril could not believe the amount of effort that probably went into shaping her muscles the way they were. Her skin a delicate color despite her attitude and demeanor which only seemed to enhance the contrast. With her raven black hair cascading behind her, Cyril often found himself pulling his mind away from one singular thought.
What was her quirk? How did it work? Why did she not use it to protect herself before sustaining such severe injuries?
Dazing off at the floor as his mind pooled all these questions together, Cyril would shake his head slightly to focus back with the woman in front of him, who he was just realizing had not introduced herself.
"Most around here just call me Doc, or the Doctor. What do people call you? If your hesitant about sharing your name, and alias would do as well. Majority of those who pass through here use one to avoid suspicion. I can also show you around the clinic if your up to it, how is the pain?"
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Post by Nikki on Nov 4, 2020 12:04:25 GMT -4
“You got a wife, and a kid as well…?” Blinking in surprise as the doctor confessed just how well blessed he was when it came to family matters, all too quickly the iron maiden felt a bit guilty for bashing his looks when she realized that he was a family man and some chick somewhere had chosen that face to look at for the rest of her life, and that sense of regret didn’t really end there.
“And what, they’re for you waiting at home while you patch me up and shit?” All too quickly realizing that her current midnight visit to the clinic had come at the cost of what she assumed was some kind of time he might otherwise be spending with the people he loved, though she was certainly still fighting against the idea of relaxing too much around a guy who had whisked her away to wherever she was no whilst unconscious such an implication did help her to lower that guard a little but more, and she opted to engage him on the subject in her own clumsy manner because of that.
“Just call me Nikki, jeeez…” Each step between the two steadily seeming to help her feel that teeniest, tiniest ounce more comfortable at least and finally at the second round of asking the steely siren opting to give him her name, while the Doc suggested using a pseudonym honestly Miss Nakajima couldn’t think of anything with her head this fuzzy that sounded funny to her and as such settled for letting him know her by her real name. Besides, it wasn’t as if the moniker she sported these days was her real one anyway, was it?
“It’s… I’ve had worse, I bet?” The query of the man reminding Nikki of her wound almost instantly and as such her fingers once again pressing against that sore patch in her abdomen, a combination of how whatever analgesics she had been given and a simple sense of pride compelled the princess of pugilism to act tough in the face of it, though likely wasn’t lying when she admitted that this was probably not the worst injury she had suffered.
“Nnnngggg… L-Look, ain’t no bid deal…!” That element of ego within the ebony enchantress compelling her to be stubborn when it came to her own mobility as well, though it hurt like hell the tenacious temptress opted to flop herself off the bed as they probed her capacity, and though she was a wobbly mess who had to suck hard on the air around her to distract herself she tried to stand as big and strong as she could.
“’Sides, I heal fast anyway…” Not one who liked to give her body a chance to slow down anyway and confident that she could bounce back better than ever before too long had passed, though she was likely pushing herself a big too soon even for her own resilient constitution Nikki refused to idle around, and certainly wasn’t all that interested in getting a tour of a place she likely wouldn’t wholly understand anyway.
“So don’t worry about the tour, just… Tell me where my clothes are and I’ll get outta your hair?” Instead far more interested in having the chance to deny the feeling of dependence that she felt toward the doc sooner rather than later, though the pain she was experiencing from her injury was making her hobble a little and the blood loss it had caused made her feel a little dizzy now that she was upright she still felt rather keen to leave this place, and guessed that a family man like this would have better things to do than deal with her anyway. After all, his wife was surely worrying where he had gotten to by now, right?
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Jan 6, 2021 9:08:17 GMT -4
"Ah well no, it is a bit complicated with them at the moment. However there is a common level of respect. I tend to keep my business to myself and that bothers them quite a bit. Had the boy in here threaten to destroy the building once or twice."
Cyril would say with a chuckle. He could not believe that Demsoshi had been so calm during that entire altercation as from what Cyril had researched most would of lashed out in self-defense. That must be that UA hero training in clear effect. Kalim probably would of wanted Desmoshi to fight because if he did the young lad would have a reason to use his shockwave quirk to bring down the building. There was no way Cyril could handle taking out another loan from the corporation. He had delivered results last quarter but with things as tight as they were he honestly believed that the only thing that was stopping those men from showing up and breaking his kneecaps was good faith in the promising doctor.
"Ah Nikki, that is a wonderful name. I'm Cyril."
The dark-skinned man would say patting down his labcoat for a smoke. He had put one out earlier and since the operation started he had not had the time to light another one. Perhaps she would not mind if he smoked inside? As a doctor he knew the effects of cigarette smoke on a person's health especially if they were recovering from surgery. But they were both consenting adults right? The way she held her wound did not match with her speech nor her actions, though Cyril could not help but smile at the attempt and dedication to come off as as strong and independent woman. Her earlier comments and questions about his family lead him to believe he understood her path of thinking and he would clear up any misunderstandings immediately.
"If it was up to me I would have you stay a few more hours at least. I patched you up but any rigorous movement will open that wound right back open. I can tell you have a sort of confidence in your ability to bounce back. So I will leave it to you to decide. I'd hate to have all my hard-work go to waste and have to start over."
He said, mumbling the last bit of words as he spun the chair and rolled over to where her close were. Grabbing them and giving them to her before heading out to leave the room, Cyril would let the door close before he lit the cigarette taking a drag while the woman changed on her own.
"If only I could save and help those kids like I did to her just now..."
He would say quietly to himself on the other side.
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