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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2020 23:48:01 GMT -4
July 5th, 2074. 9 am.
Why did he take the ad? Desmoshi was in the middle of town in Tokyo that he had no idea about or no protection. Mostly due to how people felt about the quirkers and the riot that happened a couple months back. But his need to help others won over his common sense. But now taking a look around in the unfamiliar territory, he wondered if he made the right call. Maybe he should had brought a pro with him or at the least a friend. But he didn't think anything of it until now.
Welp, no point of crying over spilled milk. A person needed help with their business and he was going to see it through the end. He would just have to keep out the information of him being from UA from everyone to ensure his survival. So, the Stone Clinic should be around here somewhere. Desmoshi walked down the sidewalk which felt like forever until he finally found the place. He looked at the clipout of the ad and then back at the building. It was broken down, in desperate need of repairs, and the sign looked like it had seen better days. Yep, this was it. He took a deep breath and strolled inside.
When he entered the building there, chairs were scrabbled all over the place with a few patients here and there. Desmoshi walked up to the counter with ad in hand. "Hello," he said with a smile to receptionist. "I am here to see a Dr. Stone. He place an ad for help with the clinic."
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Jul 31, 2020 5:37:19 GMT -4
Waking with a start, the good doctor would slowly wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth as he raised his head from his make-shift pillow. Immediately came the search for his glasses next, with these impromptu naps his spectacles tended to end up in variously creative locations by the time he woke up. Last time they had ended up across the room under a patient bed. This time however they were at his feet resting as if waiting for him to wake up. Slowly bending down to grab them , he would brush off any dust or spittle that may of ended up on his clothes during his nap as he stood up and surveyed the area. He was in his personal office at the Clinic, he had came back here while it was quiet for a quick nap leaving his newly paid receptionist at the front/main desk to handle costumers who came in. He had hired a girl off the streets to work for him. She was interested in the field and with her ability to pick things that she wanted to figure out, Cyril knew that she would be someone who would able to work independently while he focused on the things that interested him.
"Ah yes let me take down your name. Thank you for coming by the way, there is a bit of stuff to do as you can see. Just first and last and yes or no if your qualified to work. If not we can mark it down as volunteer service though we will need a bit more information." The receptionist wearing the name tag 'Jane' would say pulling out a clipboard with a form attached. While she looked, found, and handed the boy the pen.
Despite that in the recent weeks he did still require some help. It was mostly cleaning and paperwork but Cyril could of also needed a good young hand(despite being young himself) to do some paint jobs as well as other minuscule things around the clinic. So with it being that time of the day, Cyril gathered himself and headed to the front of the clinic. Opening the backdoor and entering the waiting room where the receptionist and patients were Cyril would notice the dark skinned youth talking to his employee. Scratching the back of his head he would walk over a the finishing bits of a yawn escaping his lips.
"Your here for the ad? Thanks for coming. I'll take it from here Jane thanks. You can follow me... uhh"
Cyril would say motion for the youth to follow him as he begun to lead him to one of the empty patient rooms to further discuss what the lad would be doing |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2020 2:56:16 GMT -4
Desmoshi followed the doctor, taking note of the place as he walked by each room. For one, the clinic was small and seemed like it needed more space. Two, it could use some repairs- from broken door hinges to a few holes in the walls. Desmoshi knew a couple of people who had the equipment and could help out with the job. The place could also use a good cleaning, which Desmoshi was happy to do. "Yes," Desmoshi answered with a smile. "My name is Desmoshi Haymaker, and I have been going around helping others who were affected by the riots or just need help in general."
The riots. The last thing Desmoshi really wanted to think about. He was still helping repair the damage to Musutafu Plaza. He couldn't believe someone actually pulled off a prison break and live to tell about it. On top of that, Ikari was out there. He knew that it wasn't the last time he would see him. But no negatives today. Only positives. He was here to help.
As Desmoshi entered the room, he asked, "Doctor, to be honest, this is my first time hearing of this place. Are you guys brand new and just starting?" He didn't mean to be nosy, he was just curious. It seemed the patients who came here could not afford a real hospital so this was their second-best bet. And with the right people and some elbow grease, this place could look spiffy and Desmoshi could get the word about it.
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Aug 26, 2020 5:50:28 GMT -4
Entering the empty patient room while listening to the young man's questions, Cyril wondered how much he could properly let the boy know. Running a hand through his hair, the young doctor would sit down and motion for Desmoshi to sit as well. They would of passed three or four identical rooms with door numbers on the front of them. The room doors would of been open and empty all dressed the exact same way. With a table/bench for the patients to sit on, a computer for the doctor to use, one or two chairs placed against the side wall and a cabinet with what could easily be filled with more files.
In this room however it was more of a mini office. It did not have a patients table/bench but instead a desk with a desktop. The chairs were a bit nicer and more numerous numbering at four. This also would of been the only room that Desmoshi has seen so far that had a window in it.
"Well that's nice of you. The riots were a terrible thing weren't they. Cyril would say grabbing a cigarette from his chest pocket and putting it in the corner of his mouth unlit as he clicked away at the computer. Currently I find that the clients around here are...rough to handle. That leads to certain property destruction. And that is where you come in."
Finding a list of all the items on the list that needed to be done, Cyril would mark the important ones and print the list for the young student. The list had probably ten to fifteen things on them, ranging from paint jobs in some patient rooms, to repairing broken chairs in the lobby. There was also dusting, garbage collecting from behind the building and the organizing of some papers meant for shredding. Adjusting his glasses as he looked everything over, he would hand it to Desmoshi and smile.
"If you need anything I'll be around just give me a yell. You saw the patient rooms on the way here? Further down past room 4, there is a staff room door. Through it to your left is a closet with most of the cleaning and painting supplies you'll need. I am not sure how fast you work, but I assume this might take majority of your day. Jane would rather not be bothered so if you find anything you need me for please do not hesitate."
Finding and giving Desmoshi a pen to use to track his progress, Cyril would also take a few seconds to type in his information into his online visitor log.
"Desmoshi? If you find anything your not sure about...I would rather you call me before touching it. Would not want to get you sick during your stay."
The young doctor wanted that to sound as ominous as it actually had. He personally had to come up with alot of make-shift material and components for the medicine he gave out to those who came in. There of course was a trial period where he had to test them out but there were quite a few he did not properly complete due to a wide variety of reasons.
If Desmoshi did not have any other questions, he would be free to roam about and get to his work. He would be also given a lanyard with a small greeting card that says volunteer on it. That way any patients that come in would be knowledgeable of his presence without getting spooked or offended.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 22:01:19 GMT -4
Desmoshi looked at the long list of things that needed to be completed. Repair on broken doors. Plastering holes. Repainting. The list went on and on. Some of it he could get done today and others he would need to call a few favors for. From the looks of it, the clinic could use a massive overhaul. So why didn't this guy do it then? Did he not have the money for it? Was this place even legal? If it wasn't then it would have been shut down already, right? Desmoshi pushed the questions in the back of his head and gave a smile to the man. "I should be able to help with this," he said, putting the lanyard around his neck.
The one thing that the doctor had said to Desmoshi sounded kind of suspicious to him. Maybe his street sense was kicking in a bit more or he was just being paranoid. Did it sound like the guy was hiding something? Desmoshi hated prying into other fairs. Maybe the guy just wanted to help quirkers who couldn't get help anywhere else. But still...
"I'll let you know if I need anything," Desmoshi said giving Cyril's hand a shake. Desmoshi exited the room and follow the instructions of the doctor on where to find the material he needed. The good news was that the place was small enough to not get lost in. As he grabbed the materials, Desmoshi looked at the other doors around the place. The places that seemed mysterious to him. Was the nice doctor hiding something?
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Aug 31, 2020 7:21:13 GMT -4
In shaking the hand of the young man, Cyril would of made sure not to completely close his hand has a complete handshake would activate his quirk. As strange as it would of looked he would of kept his pinky finger comedically away from the act. As Desmoshi walked off the young doctor would pause and have his gaze linger on the youth. Was he someone Cyril had to worry about? He seemed straight forward enough though the last thing he needed was someone snooping around. Not that the doctor had anything to hide, everything he was doing was completely legal. However in the case that he was or had done something illegal in his past and had information linked to that hanging around...No that was just the young man's paranoia acting up again. This young man who showed up eager to help did not show any signs of espionage then again a good spy would not...
Things would of continued uneventful for a few hours. "Jane" would of left to grab some coffee from the shop down the street and few patients would of came in asking for small things. Mostly it was bandaging small wounds and little bruises that they were worried would get worst. For those clients Cyril would of met at the front and taken them to the examination rooms himself. As Desmoshi did the work in the various locations notice that the young doctor did seem genuinely nice and also excited to help those who came in. With "Jane" still gone, the front was left unattended forcing Cyril to sit at the front. Rubbing the bridge of his nose as he could feel the negative effects of his lack of sleep growing on him, the heavy footfalls of his next client would of caused his head to slowly raise. He remembered those footsteps...a young man with blond braids and tattoos would walk in. He had a smug smirk on his face and his hands stayed in his pockets. If Desmoshi was in the lobby at this time he would of saw the gentleman, the slight tremors in the floor would seem to be originating from this newcomer.
"C'était un long temps, docteur."(It's been a long time, doctor)
The man would say his voice resembling gravel being turned over and over by a machine. Cyril's demeanor would of slightly shifted, his back straightening as he adjusted his glasses and stood up slowly. How had they found and caught up with him? Was it the online chat board that gave him away? Since coming to Japan Cyril had not exactly been quiet in his attempt to establish himself.
"Ouais. Un ou deux année je pense. Qu'est-ce que se passe Kalim?" (Yes, one or two years i think. What has happened(whats up) Kalim?)
The young man would continue his stride until he reached the opposite of the front desk, his hands finally leaving his pockets and resting on the desk. He would lean forward and as if on a tether Cyril would lean backwards. His face would be straight although a bead of sweat would slowly slide down his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed. Why was he here now? It was still too early...
"Pas Kalim, c'est Brise maintenant. Personne t'a dit, Cyril? Attend je m'excuse, Basilisk." (Not Kalim, its Shatter now. Nobody told you, Cyril? Wait my bad, Basilisk.)
To the clear insult, Cyril would scoff before clearing his throat and speaking."Alors Brise, après toi. Desmoshi? Are you around? I have a client and I know this is outside what we initially discussed, but could you watch the front desk for me. A few minutes at most."(Alright then Shatter, after you.)
Cyril would say stepping away from the desk and motioning for the young man(Kalim) to take the lead. Kalim would acknowledge Desmoshi when he appeared(if the young man was not already in the room) and then begin to walk unguided towards the same room Desmoshi was in a few hours earlier. If he looked, Desmoshi would notice that the tattoo's that Kalim had were similar but also different to the ones Cyril had, albeit placed along identical places. If Desmoshi had any concerns he could voice it now, if not Cyril would follow the new client into the office room and close the door or so he thought.
The door being left slightly ajar.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 3:48:57 GMT -4
Desmoshi poured through the list as best as he could. For now, cleaning the rubble around the damage would be the best way to go. He needed more time to work on the painting and repairs and he had a few more jobs to get to later on today. So he would focus on the things he could get done for now and go from there. At least the good doctor was not as mysterious as Desmoshi initially assumed. He seemed like he wanted to help anyone that needed it. That was something Desmoshi could get behind on.
Over the next few hours, Desmoshi focused on cleaning up the debris and repairing the smaller broken things. Replacing loose doorknobs. Changing out lightbulbs. Cleaning bathrooms. Desmoshi would give his best to help out anyone that needed it. That was until he made his way to the front. Cyril seemed to be talking to a man with blonde braids and dark skin. What interested him more was the fact that they had the same tattoo as Cyril. The young doctor asked if Desmoshi could keep an eye on the front desk while they went and talk. "No problem, Doctor," Desmoshi said with a determined nod. As he sat at the front desk he couldn't help but hear the voice from the ajar door. Desmoshi couldn't help but overhear the conversation.
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Sept 8, 2020 8:49:37 GMT -4
The distance from the door to where Desmoshi sat was not far, it in fact was just enough that he could partially make out what the two men were talking about just in the other room.
"-urgery went well. Unfortunately there were...defects. As you can see. That is why I am here, my living situation because of you has become complicated. Hence why I need compensation for my troubles."
"As much as I would love to assist you...I cannot. Not right now, things are...pressing right now."
There would be slight tremors coming from the room that Desmoshi would be able to feel from where he was. Definitely not on the scale of an earthquake but it would be strong enough to shake the items on the desk he was sitting at.
"I'm your son. This is no way treat me. You know that right? You think that kid out there can replace your own flesh and blood? She doesn't have much time you know that, and here you are...playing doctor."
There would be a pause in the conversation here. Cyril would be rubbing his face, his glasses off and on the table as the young man in front of him spoke his mind. This was in fact, his child. But not in the regular sense. He had adopted him a while back a side effect of a fusion of his guilt and obsession with quirks. In fact he did not only adopt him but also marry the child's mother. The mother had always been sickly, a side-effect of her quirk ability to absorb and break down bacteria and poisons. Doing so over the course of years overwhelmed what her body could handle and eventually lead her to the life of a shut-in. Her son having to do whatever he could to survive for the both of them, ran into Cyril and the three of them have shared their lives ever since.
That was until a couple months ago when Cyril stopped sending the funds needed to keep the on-call doctors to make their routine house visits. Kalim was fair in his attempt to figure out what was happening, he deserved to know the truth. But in Cyril's defense, he had focuses elsewhere. His funding was cut short and was needed to be directed in another direction. If he could just finish this...then maybe he himself could cure her...
"Remember what we talked about when it comes to your anger Kalim. I worry about your mother, I truly do. That's why I am working hard to help you, to help her. Lyanna and I we-"
"DON'T SAY HER NAME!"
The tremor would get more violent now as the door to the office was flung open and creaks as it now rests off its hinges. The young man would be standing up now the chair he was probably sitting on broken and in pieces on the floor behind him. If Desmoshi was looking at the door(due to the noise) he would see the young man walking with angry intent walking towards him.
"You trying to replace me you little shit?! Who do you think you are?!!"
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Codename: Shatter:
Age: 18
Quirk: Shockwave Generation/Manipulation
Strength - E
Mobility - E
Durability - E
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Are You Deaf?! - F
Snaps his fingers to create a shockwave directed at targets eardrums, weakening accuracy by 2 ranks for 3 turns.
Piss Off! - F
Claps his hands together to blast enemies backwards at a range of 5-7m.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2020 2:02:39 GMT -4
Desmoshi couldn't help but hear the conversation flowing through the cracked door. It seemed the blonde-haired man was not happy with the doctor. Something on compensation and his mother. Their argument was getting pretty heated and Desmoshi could have sworn he felt the building shake. Maybe he was just hungry. Or maybe someone was using a quirk outside. A couple of times Desmoshi heard him refer to a kid. Maybe a brother or a sister, he wasn't too sure. Wait. That guy was the doctor's son. The trembling was becoming a little bit more concerning. Was it the doctor or his son? Desmoshi got his answer soon enough as the man jumped out the room, heading towards him. He was on about being replaced by Desmoshi.
That's when Desmoshi realized that he was the kid that they were talking about. "Wait a minute," Desmoshi putting his hands up in defense. "I don't know what you are talking about. We just met today and all. I am not sure what is going on but maybe we can all talk this out." Desmoshi moved from the back of the desk. He wasn't sure if his words would be enough. But he needed to be sure he could easily get this guy away from the civilians inside the building. "Listen, let's not do this. There are people here and we don't want anyone to get hurt."
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Sept 17, 2020 13:44:15 GMT -4
"Desmoshi is right. If you have an issue you need to take it up with me and not my employees."
Cyril would say emerging from the wreckage behind Kalim. Although it was not as bad as the noise that caused it, the door was now completely off its hinges with the glass and other door parts scattered along the carpeted side of the floor. Whenever Kalim got like this there were several things Cyril knew would work. The one they as a family decided would be the most effect in keep his anger manageable. To let him be. As a young teenager the boy would disappear for hours at a time only to wander back as if nothing happened. But not this time, Cyril could not afford any large financial changes to his life and would appreciate if the young man controlled himself immediately.
"Kalim I am going to have to ask you to leave. Right now. It is as the boy says, I will call her and you and we can set something up. Now isn't the place for this nor the time."
As he spoke Cyril would start to take off his glasses, as the growing feeling that he would have to get physical with Kalim to get him to leave was quickly becoming a possibility. The way Desmoshi handled himself was calmer than what Cyril had heard most students were like, but not beyond the young doctors expectations.
Kalim would be so focused on Desmoshi that what was being said behind him seemed like only faint whispers. His hands at his side twitching for action. A thick vein would grow on Kalim's forehead as he tensed up. It was as though he was considering actually fighting. Raising his hand with his fingers about to touch Kalim would wave it off.
"Your not worth it. He's not worth it. This place is not worth it."
Storming out of the office, Kalim would kick a rubbish bin close to the door before he left. A loud sigh would escape Cyril as he glanced at Desmoshi and shrugged helplessly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2020 1:43:20 GMT -4
Desmoshi stood there speechless for a second. Did he just got involved in some type of family drama that almost got him into a fight? Or did happen to pass a black cat on the way over here? Either way, today was certainly... interesting. "That look like it went well," Desmoshi said rubbing the back of his head. He went over, putting on some gloves, and begin picking up the trash and putting the bin in the correct place. He returned over to the good doctor, ultimately confused at the conversation that just transpired.
The gears begin to turn in Desmoshi's head. What just happened here? It seemed the situation was more than just a father-son argument. From the conversation, it sounded like the young man wanted more money to help his mom or himself. Was he affected by the riots? Did he use to work here before things went bad? It seems the more Desmoshi seen people who were in need of things, the more he questioned if the pros were doing anything to help. Besides being a hero and whatnot. "Was that your son or something? He didn't seem to happy about me being here." He didn't want to pry too much into Doc's personal life, so he tried to keep his questions at minimal, at best.
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Oct 21, 2020 2:41:20 GMT -4
"Ahaha well yes...but also no. I'm just content that he did not try to bring the building down."
Cyril did not want to lie to his young intern and since the boy was almost apart of a family altercation the young doctor felt as though he owed him some sort of explanation towards what actually transpired. But how much detail should Cyril go into? Of when he first came to Japan? When he met Lyanna? The circumstances the woman had found herself in? Cyril's selfless yet selfish gesture and request? All these questions and more ran through his head as he watched Desmoshi pick up the trash that Kalim has kicked and left all around.
Grabbing some folders that had fallen and papers that had been messed up during the situation the doctor would somberly start to explain.
"Yea, he's got umm...a bit of an attention issue. Does not like having to share. Never did ever since he was much younger lad. We got into quite a few fights hes and I, suffice to say I always barely won. Looking back I do not think that helped his ego in the slightest.
With the papers organized back how he liked them Cyril would move onto the folders the act of organizing always seemed to help him clear out his thoughts.
He and I do have some issues, but it was unprofessional to have things explode like that. I'm sorry you got wrapped up into it. Just know I would not of let him harm or hurt you. His quirk is troublesome but I've found one or two ways to deal with it before it becomes trouble."
Cyril knew that despite his efforts he would have to stop avoiding Lyanna and go pay her a visit in person. Although he was not fully committed to explaining his situation to her, he understood that if he wanted to be forgiven he would have to first ask for forgiveness.
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Post by Rubber on Nov 9, 2020 5:20:09 GMT -4
Desmoshi Haymaker: 819 + 12 = 831 exp, total: 2031 exp
Cyril Donadieu: 159 + 27 = 186 exp, total: 186 exp
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