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Post by Goro Utari on Mar 17, 2019 19:50:44 GMT -4
Goro had been to Kabuchiko many times since the beginning of his stay in Japan, yet he still wasn’t used to its atmosphere. He doubted that he ever would grow used to it, either. Full of tiringly bright neon lights, loud thrumming crowds, and smoke filling the air, it was everything Goro hated gathered in one place. If he could’ve just soared over the district, and landed only when he’d reached his destination, things would’ve been so much more painless.
However, that wasn’t a luxury afforded to him, especially not in this moment. The law doesn’t exactly look kindly on mutants simply using their gifts to their own advantage, and even if Goro wasn’t looking to remain under the radar for the time being, there was a second reason for his grounding. Namely, the still-unhealed holes from two months prior, that left him wincing every time so much as a breeze ran through them. His wing armour wasn’t exactly an option either, considering it would be instantly recognized as the wings of a terrorist by the public.
Those holes were exactly the reason why he was in Kabuchiko to begin with. Earlier, he’d come into contact with a back-alley doctor advertising his services in the villain chatroom, who apparently had experience with treating mutants. Sato had also offered to help him, but Goro had never been a fan of hospitals. Too bright, too loud, too public, too many quirkless around. He could go on, but even thinking about it made his head hurt.
Finally, he reached his destination, and slipped out of the crowd down into an alley. All the other lights on the street blurred Goro’s vision to the point he could just barely make out the “First Aid” sign hanging above the door, but it was there all the same. He wrapped on the door once, twice, three times before calling through the door quietly.
"This is... Alfonso's practice, yes?"
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Post by Alfonso Richstone on Mar 18, 2019 9:00:26 GMT -4
Alfonso had been occupied mostly with his work at this moment, analysing the sample he received a while ago. It truly was remarkable, a fine piece of evidence to prove himself, he hoped. In the meantime however, he had to be diligent, as he was still on the job, ready to help those who needed it, whether they liked it or not. He'd been keeping his eyes and ears peeled, as he had a patient who might call up at any point. Not sure what his name was, since in the encrypted online forum he'd involved himself in it was some foolish, dare say 'edgy' nickname. Alfonso felt as though he was the only one comfortable with his own name on there, why hide it with some cryptic moniker? Granted, he had 'G-Netic' to hide his identity lest the authorities came, but that was only for covering himself.
As fate would have it, however, the thoughts about Alfonso's future patient were now possibly in the present, as he heard knocking on the front door of his establishment. Quickly setting his various jars and apparatus aside, he rushed to the door, opening it. The young looking fellow was relatively clean-cut, seeming like he just stepped out of a high-class business deal with large prospects. His skin was rather pale, although Alfonso couldn't tell whether it was some illness or just a general lack of sunlight. “Yes, yes it is”, he said, replying to the lad's query. He ushered him in, smiling as he did so, and spoke again: “Come in, come in, sit down, so we can talk about your pr-pre-predicament. You are the mutant I t-talked to, correct? 'BlackInDemonRogue' or something like that?”
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Post by Goro Utari on Mar 31, 2019 20:59:54 GMT -4
Goro flinched the moment the door opened at the mere sight of the ‘doctor’ he’d enlisted the help of. Mutants, strange transformations, Goro wouldn’t bat an eye at, but somehow Alfonso’s appearance was enough to elicit a reaction from him. He’d expected someone… someone more sophisticated-looking, perhaps? Not that a back-alley doctor advertising his services to villains would probably be, but Goro had had his hopes.
He let Alfonso usher him in, not meeting his gaze, and sat at one of the chairs inside. It seemed clean enough for someone to do surgery in, though perhaps not the most sterile environment Goro had ever been in. No blood splatters, as far as Goro could see or hear, but he didn’t trust what was inside some of the jars present.
“That’s Black-Out Rogue Devil, but I suppose you could shorten it to Black-Out if you have to.” Goro responded. “And, as I informed you beforehand, I need some aid regarding… well, open wounds on my wings.” He didn’t see any point in making small talk with the doctor, he wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible. As he spoke, he stretched his wings out, giving Alfonso a good look at the holes in his wings, close to where they met his back.
The holes had obviously started healing up, but it would take a long time for them to even approach sealing up. The edges were still slightly jagged, as if cut by massive teeth or claws,
“I’m assuming you can just stitch them up, but if anything more is necessary please tell me before you gas me up. If you even have anaesthetic, that is.” Goro glanced around, but it was only for show. He’d already got a pretty good idea of what Alfonso had lying around, but like Hell was he trusting someone like this with any details of his Quirk.
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Post by Alfonso Richstone on Apr 2, 2019 12:14:19 GMT -4
Despite his demeanour, Alfonso's patient was one to look at. He was direct enough that Alfonso could get some work going without needless chit-chat, but at the same time, he seemed as though he was hiding something from him. Either way, that wasn't the main focus. As he opened out his large, Chiroptera, or bat-based wings, the holes in there were very easy to spot, and would take some time in fixing. Alfonso could stitch them up, but that wouldn't be too practical. However, it seemed like his only choice at this point, mutations were a commodity in terms of his research. This was an explicit 'fix' procedure type of surgery he would need to do, so in terms of payment, details on what the current climate in terms of this collective group known as 'Villains' by the public were like could be useful. Alfonso had seen the broadcast takeover, and was quite astounded by how they managed to pull it off, but apart from that, he wasn't too aware, and this man seemed as though he knew a fair bit.
"Hmm... well, it's not something I can't solve, but it'll take longer than I thought it would. I will have to stitch them up with a p-p-p- GODDAMNIT, A PLACEHOLDER, SO THEY CAN FUCKING, GAH!" His sudden outburst was only occasional, his anger towards his own personal vocal problem was usually kept under wraps. He breathed out slightly, and continued on, saying "Ahem, excuse me. I'll s-stitch them up with a placeholder. That w-way they can heal by themselves, and you can still use them. A-again, my apologies. Come." Alfonso beckoned his patient over to the operating table, ready for this mutation-based procedure.
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Post by Goro Utari on May 13, 2019 16:30:10 GMT -4
Internally Goro flinched at the doctor’s outburst, but outwardly he didn’t so much as blink, instead just letting him calm down and then nodding when he was done. “That’s good. If I had to remain grounded while they healed, it’d be… unproductive.” Not that he really had much to do for the moment that’d require flight, but being grounded for any length of time quite frankly frightened him.
He followed Alfonso over to the operating table, but stopped short of climbing onto it. “Now, recall that I made contacting you publicized within the villain chatroom. If you try anything, anything at all, there are a multitude of people who will know exactly where I went, and where to find you.” He glared at the doctor through the light reflecting off his glasses, doing his best to remain intimidating despite being firmly disadvantaged in this location. He wasn’t trying to antagonize him, merely have him understand that Goro wasn’t putting his life into his hands lightly.
He held eye contact for a moment more, before turning to the table, satisfied that he’d given the doctor more than enough reason to not attempt to brutalize him. “Not that I think you would try something like that, I trust people like you far more than anyone working at a hospital, but with the world we’re associated with, suspicion is reasonable, isn’t it?”
Finally, he climbed onto the table, lying face down so that his wings were easier to access. “Is this position good, or will you need me face up?” At the very least, even if he remained this way, he would be able to hear anything Alfonso did before he went under.
He slid his glasses off his face, and folded them neatly before lying them on the side table next to him.
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Post by Alfonso Richstone on Jun 24, 2019 13:26:18 GMT -4
Hearing the spry subject's warning, Alfonso passed it off a bit, before replying: “Listen, I don't care if half the world is watching y-y-you go to the convenience store, that sort of threat won't work here. I'm not a scumbag, I'm a surgeon. Also, suspicion is f-foolish, I'm a perfectly capable man. Now let's see what we can do here about your conundrum.” He looked as his patient lied down on the table, face down, wings up. They were fairly large, but not too big that he would have to reshape or push areas out of the way to get to the holes. “Yes, this will do. Relax your back, and allow me to work. It shouldn't take long, you c-c-can grin and bear it.” The anaesthetic had run out as of late, either that or Niso had stolen it as some kind of cruel joke. The brat was out of the picture here however, it was just pure surgery to be done.
Taking out some bandage wrap and cutting some out in a circular fashion, he began touching some of the holes in the man's wings, covering them with different sizes of bandage. After doing this for some five minutes, he made an analysis aloud. “What I will do is stitch in a bandage, covering the hole. When I've done this for each one, I-I-I need you to turn over, and I can do the same on the other side. My guess is that if you have some s-sort of healing property, it'll take a short time, about 2 weeks. But if not, it'll take around 6 weeks to heal properly.” said Alfonso, while gathering miscellaneous stitching tools. “You'll be able to fly after the surgery, but you must take care and pay attention to your w-w-wings. I'm going to start now, so if you want to pray to any gods you might believe in- eh, I'm just fucking with you, you're in good h-hands.”
With these words, Alfonso began to stitch up the holes. The pin moved through the wings like a dolphin rising and falling into the sea, attaching the strand to the wing, becoming one with each other. He'd have to take care of the stitch afterwards, either cover it or douse it with ointment, either would suffice. The strand was a dark colour at least so it didn't appear obvious, but the pale bandage was obvious. Perhaps it would have been better to paint it to match the black wings, but it didn't matter now. What's done was done, the only factor was how his patient reacted.
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Post by Crimson on Jul 31, 2019 9:25:02 GMT -4
Goro Utari You currently have 134 EXP, and you gained 9 EXP for this thread! Alfonso Richstone You currently have 38 EXP, and you gained 10 EXP for this thread!
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