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(Setting) Hood's Clinicians
| >There seemed to be an interesting amount of damage within the waiting room now, however. Busted chairs the Receptionist Room's glass had been broken out and some large amount of large gashes had been made into the walls of the room.
| >A tall, young man walks into the waiting room, looking somewhat confused when noticing the damage.
"Uh... do I have the wrong place..."
| >A hurried pace can be heard from upstairs. It was slightly surprising at first, but as you hear footsteps trample around a little, a door opens revealing a rather thin man wearing a pair of *Kira* Miki sleep pants with a black long sleeve shirt and Doctors cost, but most strange of all he was wearing a Cloth Skeleton mask over his face. He is out if breath as he hurriedly speaks.
"Welcome to Hood's Clinicians! Dr.Hoods, at your service!"
| >CN jumps in surprise, and remains cautious as he begins to speak
"Uh hello, I'm the guy who was interested in the blood packs. The O- ones."
| "Hackerman! Yes!"
>He steps further out of the door way, non threateningly as possible for a man in a Skeleton Mask so far past October.
"My name; Dr. Elliot, Blood Bank, Hoods. Master of Blood-based Pathogens and Medical Research."
>His speech is almost too fast to comprehend but you get what he was saying so far.
>He pulls his mask off, revealing his overly gaunt pale face and bleached out, white hair that was a mess.
| "Uh, good to meet you Dr. Elliot. Just CN is fine with me. So 7500 zenny per pack, yes?"
| "Correct, CN. Allow me to get your prepared bags."
>He hurriedly goes into the Receptionist area and through an additional door in the back of that room labeled "Dr.Hoods Only"
>Several minutes pass by as you can hear some minor shuffling from behind the door he went into thanks to the broken into Receptionist Cubicle.
| >CN rummages through his laptop case for a small credstick, which he plays with in his hand as he waits for the doctor to return.
| >Elliot eventually exits the Doctor Specified room carrying a small cooler that is a dark red with a white top. It was definitely filled auth whay sounded like ice at least. He set it on top of the Receptionist desk and opened the top, revealing the blood bags inside all marked with his handwriting. Elliot then reaches underneath the Receptionist desk and retrieves a Cred stick desposit.
| "Now, making sure; but this will not be used for the Ritualistic nonsensical summoning of chickena, demon or non, or other paranormal and/or supernatural, correct?"
| (Chickens*)
| >He chuckles as he plugs the credstick of 37500 zenny in the machine.
"No nothing like that, its just something I want to keep close by in hand in case anyone in my team gets hurt and needs an emergency transfusion."
| "Have certified physician on team? Very important, especially when trained in mid combat procedures."
>He cocks his head to the side as he also closes the cooler.
"Would like more work, if willing to allow. Current patient list very small A-T-M. He also very high maintenance in comparison to other in city."
| "We already have a doctor who helps us out, he also runs his own clinic. If he's ever unavailable I'll make sure to contact you though... I just hope your rooms are a little more accomadating than the waiting room."
>He chuckles to himself at the poorly timed joke as he goes to grab the cooler.
| "I'm waiting for the renovations to come in from my Boss. She's usually very prompt with such things. Especially when something begins prowling around with a special signature... Hunting someone else with what can be assumed is similar feeling"
>Elliot puts his hand on the cooler for a minute.
"Genevieve Martin hunted by monstrous being that could only mutter 'Valkyrie'."
| "Uh... monster? What are you ta-"
>He stops mid sentence as the situation seems to click in his head.
"Oh, I see. You're with the Black Collars then."
| >His black steel thumb nail clicks twice, and he smiles lightly. His sleeve had also pulled up a little revealing his *Kira*Miki watch as well. His face grows back to a more serious frown after a second though.
"Martial Artist has her in his care right now. Tree that sprouted must have caused reaction. Genevieve has... Potential for what we do. Monster had Gem, by the way. Also with Martial Artist.
| "So the tree caused her to form an origin trait then?"
| "Believe so. Believe Gem might also be involved as well. Resonated with Genevieve, so to speak. Not sure what Origin could be though, but confirmed she has Talent. Didn't vomit when given concoction to revitalize /that/ energy."
| "Uh... right. Well let's hope it was both of those events working in tandem. As cool as it would be for me to suddenly develop an origin trait, I wouldn't want certain people in the city in the same boat as well."
| "Agree. Would hate for dying material to leave behind such change like that."
>Elliot removes his hand from the cooler.
"We were expecting Entities coming to the city, but the fact that someone experiencing some awakening; simply annoying. Need to speak with Martial Artist soon to assess her situation and determine causes."
>He keeps a steady, grey eye on CN for a moment.
"If you'd like, I can test? As mentioned, if no exhibition of Qualities, you will vomit heavily. Think Ipecac."
| >He makes a disgusted face for a moment but it soon 0assed.
"Well alright I guess... man my curiosity always gotten the better of me."
| >He Smirks a little bit, and leaves again. This time leaving the Receptionist area and heading back into where he initially came from, where the exam rooms were. He returned with a bucket this time, something he had forgotten to have with Genevieve. In his other hand was a small green bottle which he set in front of CN after taking his place in the Receptionist Cubicle again. The bucket sits next to it, ready to be used.
"Take sip of Elixer. Don't want you to vomit forever."
| "Well okay I guess... god I can already tell I'm going to regret this..."
>He preemptively puts himself in front of the bucket and takes a sip of the elixer.
| >Elliot watches in mild fascination, wondering if the epidemic of Yggdrasil would have awakened more people of an Origin Trait, or if he was simply wrong.
"Would be most pleased if you do have some unique Origin. Tech based one would be interesting and something don't think has been observed before ha haha."
| "Heh, would certainly make my job eas-"
>Its all he could muster as his face turns pale. Within a moment he's blowing chunks in the bucket.
| "Heh heh heh, laaame."
>Elliot chuckles and says nonchalantly. He reaches underneath the desk and brings up some various other bottles. One is a brown pill bottle, the other two is a bottle of Water and a lemon lime Misty Twisty.
"When ready, take these to help out. Pills absorb additional residue in stomach lining to prevent further discomfort. Soda helps upset stomach. Water for hydration. Always important."
| "Ugh... not all of us can be special I suppose..."
>He takes a moment to calm down before taking the pills and letting his stomach to settle with water
| "Think as blessing. We'd have to keep a closer eye on city than we do already after Tree if this is case."
>He smiles a little
"Having Talent one thing. Learning to use it; entirely different, CN. Would have to cultivate and master skills provided."
>Elliot states.
| "Well after things in the Midnight district, I don't think a lot of people would be open to that idea."
>He takes another sip.
"Well in any case, I think I'm fine now, so I'm going to go."
| "Just saying. More of the reason to allow an immigration program for those who do manifest."
"Would hate to see further Ostracizing in this city than what heard for the Lilim and Augmented communities."
>Elliot blinks a little and looks away, stepping out of the cubicle area.
"Hate frivolous confrontation that is out of fear and contrived superiority reasons."
>He looks over to CN and nods, however
"Sure you're busy. Appreciate business. Call if needed. Doctor's work never done."
| "Well I certainly agree with you but sadly I'm not in charge of legislation in this city."
>He gives a long, tired sigh as he grabs the containers with blood packs inside.
"See you around Doctor."
>He waves behind himself as he leaves
| "Take care, Hacker~"
>He states as he himself leaves the main office area, ready for himself to get his sleep on until the next Patient.
| >right before the tall man leaves a teenage girl bumps into him
"Aw shit...Well I got the right Clinic then, luckily she looked up the Blood guy's IP and Ping location."
>In front of you stands a woman with ear length black hair and green eyes, on her back is some kind of crossbow.
| "Oh sorry- wait... Jenny? Is that you? What are you doing here?"
| "I'm getting a triple bypass because of my 40 fucking heart attacks yesterday from all the fatty food I've been able to eat."
>she says with a scowl
| "O-Okay then... well it's good to see you too I suppose."
| "Whatever fuckboy."
>she heads into the clinic
"Hey, I'm picking up some blood. Johanson."
| "So uh... how's the others?"
| >she looks back
"They're fine, all things considered. You know aside from nearly everything."
| "I see... if you want I can 'help' your group out again a little if you need it."
| "I'm not going to refuse."
>she stares up at CN with the same expression she walked in with.
| >CN pulls out a credstick and loads it with 30000 zenny and hands it to her
| >she takes it
"Hm."
>while she doesn't say thank you she doesn't seem as antagonistic as before
| "So since you're going to pick up blood, I assume it's for everyone back at your place. If you want I can help you carry some of it back."
| >she rolls her eyes
"Whatever."
>she didn't say no.
| "Alrighty. How much did you come to get anyway?"
| "28 bags. 5 O positive, 10 negative, 3 AB+, 3 AB-, 2 A-."
| "That's quite the spread. Although it shouldn't be too much trouble to carry between two people."
| "Won't have to walk far technically."
>you notice she has a crowbar hanging from one of her beltloops
| "True I suppose."
>He shrugs, and falls silent
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>Elliot spins back around, hearing the door and entrance of the girl. He cocks his head as she speaks to CN and mentions Johanson and smiles gently.
"Perfect, yes. Prefer when customers are able to come at similar times. Less stairs needed."
>He shuffles his way back into the Reception cubicle and through the door labeled "Dr.Hoods Only once more.
| >Jenny pulls out a two credsticks and seems to think to herself
>she puts them both back and grabs a different one
| >CN glances over at the credsticks and looks away, pretending to fumble around on his phone
| >It takes a couple of minutes, but eventually Elliot walks back out carrying a larger cooler, albeit, with trouble and sets it on the Receptionist desk with a thud and turns the cred stick machine to fave her, ready for the deposit.
"And just to make sure, this blood will not be used to facilitate the sacrificial summoning of ancient chickens, demon or otherwise, correct?"
| "Huh? No... Just need it for emergencies."
>she puts in the credstick after a few seconds it makes the deposit with a bit more zenny than was owed.
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>Elliot looks at the total amount, with what could be considered a bewildered look, but he decides not to directly bring up the bonus.
"Very grateful doing business with you. As you can see, Need remodeling until reimbursement comes through."
| "I see. Well. Thanks or whatever."
>she grabs the cooler and makes her way out quickly
| "Hmmm... Seems troublesome. But at least knows what she needs to do."
>Elliot states as he loosens his stance, leaning against the desk.
| "W-Wait slow down. I'm going to help, remember?"
>CN follows after her
| >she looks back at CN then rolls her eyes and walks out the door
| "Have a beautiful tiiime~"
>Elliot states as he once again shuffles to leave the waiting room area, leaving it empty.
| >CN catches up to her grabs a side of the cooler
"You gave him the wrong one didn't you?"
| "Wrong one what? Credstick, yeah we don't have an exact number on every single one for every god damn number."
| "Okay, okay, I get it. Jeez why are you always so aggressive..."
| "You want me to go through all that fuckboy we'll be here all day."
| "And we only got like 15 minutes."
| "Fine, fine. Let's get moving I suppose..."
| >on the computer a smol bunny girl begins to walk on the screen and look around.
>she gives a wave and looks around the desktop and pulls up a mock version of the cred transfer
>she then looks to be pulling out a banner
| >it looks like she is standing there swinging her hips holding two parts of a white sign and looking straight ahead.
| >Remembering he didn't have any soda left upstairs, he walks back into the Receptionist office and sees the monitor, a small smile cracks on his face as he looks at the shop bunny girl.
"Oooh? Tech types always full of surprises... what to do about this one though...?"
>He leans back, reading the white banner on his desktop.
| >she brings up the banner to the mock credit transfer screen. On it it reads IOU 200,000 ZENNY"
>then after two seconds the number begins to steadily drop
| (that number is quite larger, though all the same its going down.)
| (I think...I"m bad at math.)
| "City not worth saving? Wonder sometimes. Need to collect what is still mine then."
>Elliot stumbles out of the Clinic, locking the doors and setting his personal alarm system and begins walking his way after the duo.
"She thinks Blood can get Loaned and paid later? Blood Bank, yes, but no loan division available... But don't worry. This Banker always knows where his product is..."
| >while you follow where the two looked like they left you can't find any trace of them from the 20 minutes after the program had run its rollback of the fraudulent credstick
| "Fast... out of area."
>He sits down on the cold concrete, onlookers just kind of trying not to be near him as this pale, gaunt thin man sits in his pair of *Kira*Miki sleep pants and Doctors coat. Elliot sighs after a moment of thinking and stands up scratching his head after concentrating
"Too much work to hunt them down. Will find later with my Blood they have."
>He begins heading back to his Clinic, mumbling.
"It's not like I can't make replacements easily..."
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| >A street sign shows the name of the private practice in an eccentric writing that is hardly legible.
>Inside is a simple, generic waiting room area, coupled with a four seat bench and old copies of Augments YOU! Magazine.
>Despite the obvious Waiting Room, uncharacteristically no one was watching the room from the glass encased receptionist office that was directly connected.
>You would be entering into an empty Hospital Waiting Room, essentially.