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why WILL you say that I am mad?; ~Ragnal~
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Topic Started: Oct 30 2011, 09:55 PM (363 Views)
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Alexander
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Oct 30 2011, 09:55 PM
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Bright red, blood dribbled down the drain, washed away by the running water. Gloved hands ran over the blade of the scalpel, wiping off any of the coppery liquid which threatened to stain the surgical tool. Overhead, a florescent light flickered, casting an ominous glow about the room. Sheets that may have been white at one point, but were now more of a faded shade of its former glory, laid on the hospital bed in the center of the room. There were spots of red on the bed and disheveled sheets; not enough to cause alarm, but still more than was sanitary. Paint peeled from the walls, a dull sea green, revealing the concrete that lay beneath the color. The whole scene was darkened, not by light but by mood, from the gloved man. Something about him just cast a sinister shadow over the room. It was a charming, sinister shadow, though. One that would greet you pleasantly, ask you to come in, offer to take your coat, and stab you in the back when you've sat down to the tea it had laid out just for you.
The reason for the blood was absent at first glance, but that was fine. It would not be the first time the man had lied to cover his tracks, and he knew it certainly would not be the last. A twisted smile curled at the edge of his lips as he thought about it. He was particularly good at lying; he knew he was. If he wasn't, how would he have been able to continue his little "experiments" and "operations" well after the new Rom had taken control? How foolishly naive that man was, to be taken in with the entire ruse of the operations going on right under his nose. The guise of it all was perfect, too perfect. No one would figure it out, not ever.
He played the hero so well, quick to tend to the needs of the ones who required his care. He even played it so well that he took on the current job he had as Rodere Physician. Any wounded or otherwise injured rat could scurry on in, and he would see them, fix them up, and send them on their way. He had even tended to a few non-rats for a larger fee than usual. It helped him get by, on top of the day job he held. Of course, general surgery pay was nothing to sneeze at, but who could say no to an extra wad of cash to keep the first one company? Yeah, he was well off, that was for sure. Plus, it gave a legitimate excuse for him to keep this little room in his basement without arousing suspicion.
His eyes remained trained on the stream of water, slowly running clearer, but there were still streaks of red here and there. Perfection, that's what he was striving for. A perfectly clean tool as a reward for a job well done. There would be no evidence left save for the memories of his own and the duly departed. With the scalpel rubbed clean of that afternoon's events, the man set it on top of a drying towel beside the sink, lifting another tool which needed a rinsing. Busying himself with his work, he whittled away the next hour or so. By the time all his chores had been finished, every tool had been cleaned, the sheets had been replaced with clean, spotless ones, and the man was taking a paper towel to the mirror above the sink, wiping off the water droplets that had splashed from his thorough cleansing.
Lowering the towel, Alexander spotted a figure standing in the doorway through the mirror. Whirling around, but not before tossing the paper towel into a wastebasket, he offered his hand to the man who now occupied the room with him. With a firm shake, not bothering with any of the wereanimal stuff this time, he greeted the other man. "And to what do I owe this honor, my King." A friendly, but shallow smile drew across his lips as he made eye contact. "Is there anything I can do for you? Or did you just want my company?" he chuckled, not dropping his gaze from the other man's eyes.
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Ragnal
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Feb 27 2012, 11:16 AM
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With all that had to be done of Ragnal's list of chores the least favorite of them had to be visiting the clan surgeon Xander. Ragnal found him to be a rather solitary individual. Probably living the farthest from the nest as possible and though he was a skilled doctor for sure there was just something slightly unnerving about that man. But he was the doctor so Ragnal had to keep in touch with him. And it was only fair to give him warning when something big was about to go down. They had a big job coming up soon and with the stakes being so high he needed all of his assets ready to take care of every possible outcome. Hence his " Chore list "
Entering Xander's house would have seemed a lot more awkward had they not agreed that they needed access to his facility at all times. And so would searching the house for the stairs that lead down to the basement had he not already known where they were. Everything looked to clean. Not in a just cleaned kind of way but in a " haven't been using things in a while " kind of ways. Xander did spend a lot of time in his mini hospital. Ragnal had tried to get him to use the med bay at the Nest for convenience sake, but the man insisted that he use this place for anything that didn't overwhelm his capacity to work in a small facility. Unlucky for Xander the potential for a lot of injured men and women was high in this upcoming job.
Standing in the doorway of the underground hospital everything looked clean. In a much more " cleaned recently" kind of way. Ragnal always wondered if they taught that in med school or something. Hospitals and doctors were the best at covering things up. A few clean white sheets and some sanitizers and a room where they just cut a mans leg off, looked pristine and untouched. Ragnal knew what gruesome things could happen in placed like this. During the war he had spent his fair share of time in a medical camp, seen men blown apart by car bombs and land mines. Heard the screams and seen the death that could happen. but at the end when the body was moved it was always made clean again. It was that fact alone that unnerved him about hospitals. But what unnerved him about this place was not the cleanliness of it but the man standing at the back of the room cleaning a mirror.
There was just to much Ragnal didn't understand about Xander. Too many secrets and just to much clean. That wasn't going to stop him from doing his job though. Returning the mans smile with a shallow smile of his own Ragnal shook his hand, pleasantries never being one of Ragnal's strong suits. " I'm here on business actually. " he explained with his usual straight to the point attitude" In a few days we are beginning an operation involving fifty of our men. I need you to make sure things are ready at the nest hospital in case things go badly. " He said looking around the room. Then back to the man he was speaking to. " Do you think you could handle that for me?" He asked Xander. It wasn't like he was the only doctor the clan had. But he was by far the most skilled at what he did and Ragnal needed the best at all times. Especially with that many lives at stake.
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Alexander
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Nov 3 2013, 04:45 PM
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Nothing in the smile, the weak handshake, could fool Xander. He could almost feel how uncomfortable the Rom was standing in front of him. At the back of his mind a dark grin fought its way through, failing but bringing him pleasure. Alexander would never be able to put into words how much of a thrill it gave him to unnerve the man before him. All that strength and metaphysical power meant nothing when they stood together. It would not protect the man’s peace of mind.
It amazed Xander how delicate the human mind could be when truly pushed to its limits. All the power and magic in the world could not save a man from himself. If he truly wished to be crazy, to be afraid, to be weak, nothing in the world could stop him. None of the research in all of his life could provide a good reason for this, but that did not discourage him. Eventually Xander would completely understand the human mind and its inner-workings. Or not, and he would have an entire lifetime of enjoyment to show for it. There would be no sense in his work if he did not achieve great pleasure from it.
With the hand of his king released from his grasp, Xander turned back to the sink and his trinkets as he heard Ragnal speak. The scalpel was clean, but it did not want to be. Xander could hear it calling to him. Only pain and red stains would sate it. There was no time for games then, but there would be. There always was. Until then, he would be forced to listen to the call of the object. The desire it pumped through his veins. Taking a deep breath masked as a heavy sigh, Alexander opened a drawer beneath the sink and gently set his prized possession down, putting it to sleep for the moment.
“Of course,” he nodded in agreement, his mind wandering to what the carnage would bring. “You can count on me.” Whatever the job might be, whatever it was they would be doing, Xander could only be certain that someone would come back hurt. It was why he had taken up working on the local rats. A surgeon in a hospital was not allowed the freedom and artistic license the rats gave him. No one knew their way around the human body quite like he did, and he knew that was the only reason the Rom came to him. Fear would not be enough to mask the skill he possessed.
Curiosity nudged him, not wanting to settled down until it got the answers it wanted. “Are you expecting a large amount of casualties?” he asked casually, motioning towards the stairs leading out of the room. The small medical room was his own. His getaway. It upset him when any conscious body stayed too long. Leading the way out, he made sure to lock the door tight before ascending the stairs.
Making his way toward the kitchen, Xander pulled a couple mugs out of the cabinet and lit the fire under a kettle on the stove. “Would you care for some tea?” he asked, not sure how long Ragnal planned on sticking around or what sort of details would need to be discussed and worked out before the Rom would be satisfied.
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