The Appointment [Kasey]

A job. That was what it had become. A task preformed almost daily, save for a few, on routine for a paycheck. There was no enjoyment in going to work. It wasn't her passion. It didn't fill her with excitement. It was just a job inherited, and she would keep it going. It was a tradition she had become a part of. A tradition she would find hard to break away from. But, a tradition that benefited her. Even if it wasn't something she deeply enjoyed, it was something that had begun to define her life. Everyone had things like that in their lives. A hobby they were good at, but didn't greatly enjoy. To those kids who were good at math but despised the topic, to those who were really good at painting but hated cleaning up afterwards. Her job was just like that.

She sat at her desk, tucked away in the corner of the back rooms. A phone beside her, ready to divert calls away, and too Mr. Musei himself. Whatever load she would ease, she would. Both as his acting secretary, but also as the secret hand that pulled his strings. He was nothing more than a figurehead puppet. An illusion of a man too busy for his own good. A man with just enough free time to appear when he needed to, and send representatives when he could.

"Miss Setsuna, I can take over for now. Don't you have an appointment?" The nameless employee asked Kasey, only to be answered with a nod. She would get up from her seat, give a slight bow before continuing on. She had a bit of time. Nothing like a quick stop for coffee on her way down to the lower floors. Any time she was needed, was always something of importance, or high interest.

With a quick stop at the breakroom, she made her way down to the front desk, ready to divert her newest patient. With the higher foot traffic of the early afternoon, she found herself facing someone new. A fresh and young face, and one that didn't sport badging of any kind. She most likely was directed to one of the other rooms, and Kasey would intercept,

Her silver hair tied into a neat bun atop her head, thick framed black glasses. Her short red horns poking out from her ivory hair. A black suit worn under the white doctor's coat. The solid matte pinstripes that ran from top down, and her simple sneakers that did not match the rest of the outfit. Around her neck was her Identification badge, with her name; "Kasey Setsuna." She held the clipboard in her hand as she looked over at the girl.

"Are you Miss Winters?" Kasey would ask. Mildly informed about the situation, she knew she was dealing with a student from Yuuei. The only question was what their role would become, what hero they would be, and what quirk they had.

"I'm Kasey Setsuna, Quirk Specialist." she would introduce herself, hoping she had landed the right client.

Oh wow. This was really going to be an interesting day. She could feel the eyes looking upon her, casting judgement. All of the little observations, and the seconds that lasted just a bit too long upon her horns. While it was true, most doctors didn't have quirks, Ketsujo had taken an interest in specifically finding doctors with quirks. Where they could not find a place, Ketsujo would find them a job to fill.

"Don't worry, he's still your physician." she would begin, hoping to calm the nerves and any suspicions. She had a singular task, and one that had superseded many others. "You'll see him as normal, but in regards to quirks, they call me in." She would smile with a nod. She didn't need to do all of the simple menial procedures. All of the small observations, lumps, cysts, hearing, or whatever, would be handled by the actual doctors. When it came to quirks, most of it was unregulated, and thus useless to actually try and find a career in. Most people where finding it out. Development invested in it, but without any groundwork, none of that could be done. She, Kasey, would be the pioneer to it all.

"Calm down please. Let's go to one of the larger rooms. There's nothing to worry about. Did you get breakfast yet?" she asked, knowing that the cafeteria wasn't far off their path. It was best to be as calm and collected as could be. Besides, this little program had its benefits. A free lunch was one of them.

With the recordings of her quirk, Kasey had a great understanding of it. From her interactions with a villain in the past, though off record, and a student with similar powers, she was called in specifically for it. In order for them to do their job, Kasey had to do hers.

She was more than a doctor. For now, she would be a mentor... even for just a while.

Some people had the same doctor for their entire lives. That was, with the exception from moving from pediatrics to a real physician. Some were more comfortable that way, others preferred a new face every once in a while. She understood that, and with it, it would be in her hands if she wanted to be seen by someone else besides him. But for this matter, it was not within his field. having heard briefly on the matters that happened to him, she nodded to her words.

"All of the above. I spent a good few years at Yuuei, and I've been here even longer." There was no need to mention her actual title of being a janitor, or the other matters that complicated her job. Still, she had trained with, and trained other students, along with a few heroes. She had a reputation, and it happened to be one of mystery, like the Informant himself. "THe Ketsujo Corporation is entirely privately funded, means no aid from the government, but also no control either." She knew the sigh of struggling with a topic. The hang ups on words, the drawn out sounds. It was a hard topic, and not one she could press and lean into. If she wanted to talk about it, Kasey would listen. But it was not her place to act.

With the answer she wanted, Kasey would lead her to the cafeteria, and escort her to get whatever meal she needed. From small sandwiches, to eggs and bacon, whatever she wanted, provided simple, it would be there for her choosing. "Unless you can set me on fire, or put me into a portal that drops me infinitely, then trust me, I've been through worse than what you can put me through." And it was true, to a degree. She had been frozen, and even had her fingers chopped off. There wasn't much to top that.

When they were done eating, she would lead her to one of the smaller private gymnasiums. An open area indoors for her controlled environment. But, with the question of her quirk, Kasey had to again, display her powers. Turning to face her, she would offer her palm. As her open hand faced the sky, her fingers curled, her nails growing extended. All of them white as snow. Claws would form, and a few would fuse together, forming the shape of a skull, before detaching the creation and her nails turning back to normal.

"Cartilage and bones." she would answer. "That's what i can do... mainly."

The mysterious janitor was removed from the premises for various reasons, though walking in with open wounds was not one of them. She had given heroes a bad reputation after Semper Fi, and had that entire interaction buried under the rug. A vigilante among professional heroes, and had saved lives where heroes had failed. The janitor had proven to be a greater representative than the number one hero herself; Darkshine. Truly, her removal was for preservation of that image. If only the world knew how tangled her web had become.

"I worked there. Back when Doctor Sequoia was still the Nurse, though, Doctor Nakahara is great in her own way, and quite nice." She would raise a brow as her own mind trailed in thought of all of the interactions with all of the staff. Now, Sophie worked with Ketsujo, and it had become Kasey would had overseen her, rather than the other way around.

. . .

With a small, or well, what was left of the sandwich in her hands, she led her into the gymnasium. Compared to Yuuei, it may have been small, but still housed many of the same equipment, Kaetsujo having donated most of the equipment to them. She would hold the small, and rather incorrectly shaped skull in her hand before tossing it into the air to catch it, and then set her nails back in to fuse it again with her bone nails.

"You get used to things after a while." she would answer. But with the wave of questions, she couldn't help but laugh. It seemed she was the one on display, and not the other way around. "If you walk barefoot, the stones and pebbles under your feet will hurt. Your skin gets sore. But after a while, you adapt, get used to it, ignore it. The stones are still there, trying to hurt you, but you grow numb to it. My bones are more of the same." she would answer, not admitting that she fully felt the pain of it all, and in a sick way, relished in it. Everyone had their interests.

She reached out to grab her work phone out of her pocket. A phone with only the numbers of other doctors and staff members in the building. She knew better than to keep personal items on herself, given the state of quirks. She would hold it between two of her fingers, the one behind the phone, growing a sort of plate, that eventually grew to hold the phone in a sort of case. She would slide it across the ground as far as she could, given her state, and would hold onto it with a long stretch of soft bone, like a rope.

"We can start whenever, but if talking about my quirk is interesting to you, I mean, I can do that too. I mean I get paid by the hour anyways." She would smile. It wasn't true at all. She wasn't getting a single paycheck from this. She owned the damn place. Anything written to her, was just reinvested and reused.

That was her contract.