|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:01 pm
In a more out of the way part of the marketplace, there is a building known simply as The Clinic. The man that runs it can be trusted to do his job well, but can't always be trusted to actually do it. He will take in people who don't have the money to pay him, but only if they're willing to pay in other ways. The second floor of the Clinic is his home, and very few have entered.
OUT
First Floor
A small sign hangs out from the side of the building, spelling "Clinic" in neat, straight letters. There is another sign, this one on the door, that simply says "IN" with the same style of letters on the other sign. The reverse side says "OUT," but that's not the case at the moment.
Inside there is a rather small waiting room. It's tidy, as would be expected, and there was even an attempt at decoration. A small, potted plant stuck in the corner. It was wilting, however, as the decorator forgot to put the plant near one of the small windows. Likely it hasn't been watered very often.
Fleischer was currently in a back room, going over some notes of his. All of which were written in his native language; you didn't grow old with his lifestyle without being paranoid. It had been a while since he got a patient he could... keep, so he was trying to entertain himself with the records of previous victims. However, the relative calm of his office was broken when a snake slithered under the door and promptly transformed into a man.
"I'm going to need a place to stay for the night, doctor," Specchio declared, fussing with one of the cuffs of his sleeve. "My last home was just recently destroyed by some idiot or another looking for revenge. I imagine." He didn't seem to concerned with this recent turn of events.
"Get out." Just because he worked with the mimic didn't mean he had to like him. The man could easily prove himself a liability, should the mood strike him.
"Glad to hear you're so accommodating!" the shapeshifter cheerfully replied, turning to walk out the door normally. "Oh, and don't worry, I won't be too big a burden. Why, I even got you a present! Tomorrow morning you should get a visit from a man with a bad infection in his knee. He has no family, and I rather like his house."
Fleischer knew that Specchio would stay, even if he threatened to kill him. At least this way he would be getting something out of it. "Fine, mimic. Stay. But just for the night!"
"Of course, doctor..." It was funny. They had known each other for quite a while, now, but neither of them have ever called the other by name. It was always the doctor and the mimic.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 1:59 pm
Not two minutes after the shapeshifter had left the room, Fleischer could hear some shouting outside. Fed up, he stood, fully intending on telling whatever idiot it was to just shut up, but then he heard what was being said. There had been an attack at the castle. The doctor's mood shifted completely in an instant. "Mimic!" he called, turning from the door to get his coat. "Mimic! Turn into something helpful and come with me!"
"You're out of milk," came a bored sounding reply, as Specchio casually walked down the stairs.
Fleischer froze. "You were in my home?"
"I'm not going to take food from the cellar! You keep corpses in there!"
"Never mind that," the foreigner replied, heading towards the front door. "Come. There has been an attack on the castle."
"Oh, we're going to party with the royals, are we!?" the shapeshifter asked, grinning as he followed.
"Do not be stupid, we would never be allowed and you know that." Although, having a chance to study the body of someone who never had to do much physical labor... How soft their skin must be, how slight their musculature... Would their hearts be smaller, their lungs a different color? No, no, best to put that out of his head. "I am going to work, and you are going to help me, as payment for staying in my home and stealing my milk."
"Does my gift count for nothing?" Specchio asked, but he might as well have been speaking with the plant. "Fine, but I will not help you carry corpses. If you're going to show off to royalty, you should show off how well you can heal, not hurt. Or be just generally creepy."
Fleischer waited impatiently for Specchio to step outside with him, and all but slammed the door once he had. He quickly locked the door, and flipped the sign from "IN" to "OUT." They were just wasting time, from the sounds of things, the battle was already over, so he would have to hurry if he wanted to make due with the remnants of it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 7:42 pm
Nice as it was to have three specimens and a promised fourth, Fleischer still wished he could have been there to see the battle. He unlocked the door to his clinic, then held it open for Specchio to walk through. Although, he had to raise an eyebrow when the table-look-alike did just that without a word. That shapeshifter was being unusually agreeable, today... He must have done something that, if and when the doctor found out, he would be furious about. Trying to force such thoughts from his mind, the foreigner flipped the sign on his door before entering himself.
"Where do you want them, doctor?" Specchio asked, somehow managing to do so without a mouth. It had been an interesting day so far, and it was a good idea to help the older man to relax once in a while. That way he would be in good spirits, and the shapeshifter wouldn't have to deal with any complaining.
"In the back, of course. Move quickly, so they do not bleed on my floor too much." Fleschier was still suspicious, but decided to take advantage of the situation.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:17 pm
It didn't take long to move the men from on top of Specchio to their own beds. They were in the same room at the moment for the sake of convenience, and Fleischer busied himself with measuring their vitals, trying to determine if they would survive their injuries. It seemed as if all three could at least survive the night. So the doctor began stitching the worst of their wounds up, not even noticing he no longer had an assistant.
Meanwhile, the shapeshifter had gotten himself cleaned up, using an excessive amount of water in an attempt to run up the bills and annoy Karsten. It was funny how red his face could get when he was mad. Specchio then took the form of a black cat, just for the heck of it, and made his way out of the clinic and into the streets.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:29 pm
A man shrouded in a cloak entered the building. "Ahh yes Some cold medicine please sir" he spoke. "I say You are a doctor correct? I would expect a doctor to be in the Mercenary camp right now because of the current battle going on there" he said as he picked up a small box of medicine made for the common cold
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 1:23 pm
Ah, was this the man Specchio had promised would come? No, this one was complaining of just a cold. Only a slight disappointment, considering what he had left behind in the back room. "Just a moment," Fleischer said, cleaning himself off a bit. People were always a little put off to see a doctor covered in blood. He walked to the front, and was surprised to see the man was helping himself to his medicine. "I said-! You can't just go grabbing my things!" That was it, he was going to stop labeling everything. He knew what they all looked like and where they all were, so it really wouldn't be a problem for the doctor. However, then the words the cloaked man said sunk in. "Wait, battle? At the Camp?" s**t.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 3:27 pm
The man smirked as he played with the bottle in his hand "Yep. a very interesting one." he said as he sniffed the air. "Smells like blood has already been spilled. a few soldiers here and there... Oh and even a strong warrior. Hmmmm how interesting. Some demon who claims to be the source of all evil is there.... well was... the sent says he has just retreated" he continued rambling on as he placed the bottle back on the shelf
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:44 pm
Everything about this man was making Fleischer suspicious. "Who are you?" he asked, carefully. If there was any truth to what this man was saying, then the doctor was obviously needed. He hadn't been to the Camp in... far too long, especially considering he hadn't had much to do lately. Yet, it sounded too much like this man wanted to draw him away from his clinic... Only, there was just one reason he could think of for someone to do that, and that was to rob him. Most of his tools and medicines were easily replaceable, but a few he would be hard pressed to find again...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:30 pm
The man grinned "I am one without a name, a apparition of something long past. Now that i think about it i dont even need this medicine. Funny how a spirit manifested from energy like me seems to forget such things" he said as he started to fade "Doctor you should go and see if there is anything you can do to help" the man said as his body completely vanished "we will meet again, weather you know it when it happens or not is not really a major concern of mine. " his voice echoed through the room
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:20 pm
The doctor was more than a little unsettled by this turn of events. He might have taken the words at face value, had he been about a decade or so younger, and not have seen as many tricks other kinds of beings could do. Still, there was a nagging feeling that something really had happened at the Camp, and that he truly might be needed. Fleischer sighed. "If this is one of the mimic's tricks, I will pin him to a dissection table and gut him again and again until I figure out how he is able to transform so well." That should be enough to at least get a chuckle out of Specchio, if it really was him. When Karsten was faced with nothing but silence, he sighed to himself again, and set about gathering tools, bandages, medicines, anything he could think of that he could fit into his bag. He picked one instinct over the other, and only muttered one curse when he locked the front door behind him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:38 pm
Specchio was the first to reach the door, and began scratching at it, seeming to be eager to get back inside.
"Enough of that!" Fleisher shouted at him, shoving the mimic aside so he could unlock the door. "Stupid animal..." It was unclear if this was still part of the act, or if the doctor truly meant to insult him. Either way, the "dog" sped past once the door was opened. "I apologize for the mutt's behavior," he found the need to say. "He is getting disobedient in his old age." As if Specchio ever really listened to him to begin with.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:53 pm
Draka shrugged and could have cared less he closed the door behind him and spoke with a malicious tone, "Show them to me." Draka looked at the doctor.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Draka The Solitary Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:15 pm
It was a good feeling, to know one's work went appreciated. Especially the work one was most proud of. "They are here, in the back," Fleischer replied, turning and beckoning his superior to follow with a wave of a hand. He led the way, and opened a door to reveal the three of them on separate tables. Bloodied, bandaged, and unconscious, but alive. "I put them together to more efficiently keep them living. I planned to separate them, giving each a room next to the others'. They will not be able to see exactly what I do to them, but they will hear everything, and their imaginations will take over."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:20 pm
Draka walked up to the man on the far right and examined him, he looked at the doctor and spoke, "May I touch?" This was his work and he didn't want to offend the man in his own home as that would not benefit him in any way, so he figured the question was a thoughtful gesture, as this was no longer his camp and his ruling domain but the doctors place of residence.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Draka The Solitary Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:33 pm
"Of course," the doctor consented. There were mannerisms from his days in the army that he couldn't seem to shake, and never denying a request from someone more important than you was one of them. "They are under the influence of a mild sedative, so he should not wake for another hour, or until I give him an injection to counteract it." Unless there was something different in these men that one did not normally see in ordinary men. Fleischer had a feeling things were more than what they appeared, although he did hope he was wrong.
Specchio had made his way back over to the men, but kept his distance. The doctor had said "Ohren" knew when to stay out of the way, so he might as well. It was odd to see someone aside from himself around what he liked to call the doctor's playthings.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
