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[ Immediately after asking for Law's contact details, Rinne reaches out. ]

Hello? Sorry, I'm kinda not in the mood for any jokes right now. [ About his username. Yeah... ] I heard you were a doctor?

Edited 2025-06-08 22:02 (UTC)

Patho-Gen said I could have you as my doc. They were a plenty excited, so heads up that they'll probably be observing us like they do all Augmented.

Thanks for taking care of me. [ yoroshiku...... 🙇🏻 ]

hey. i heard you're a doctor?
i have some corruption problems
how affiliated are you with patho gen, and also if i come see you are you just gonna tell me to go to them?

[Because he's not going to go to them, so he doesn't want to waste his time.]

( apropos of nothing and with no further explanation — )

We need to talk about Ace.

Hello, doctor. I have something that could be beneficial to your research, if you're interested.

Surgeon-kun!

( was anyone expecting a guy to slam the clinic door open today? no? well, too bad. it's takasugi shinsaku, the firstborn son of a samurai clan that only exists in a world beyond this one and has gone from his own history. he slides the flat of his palm against the wood of the door, and the familiar clack of his sandals on the floor echo as he walks in with the fanfare of a guy who tends to act up wherever he goes.

wherever law is sitting or standing or otherwise, takasugi directs his attention. )

I've got something interesting to show you. Take a look at this.

( and then, without hesitation, he begins to pull down the fold of his jacket and the sleeve of his kimono over his left arm. )

Edited 2025-08-28 22:07 (UTC)

[ Poor Law, who ( even temporarily ) has to deal with the awkward dance between Ace and Sabo. Poor Law, who must juggle his oath as a doctor with a patient both transparently bold and deeply evasive, ducking and side-stepping pertinent questions because of the naked hopelessness of the situation. But also, not poor Law. Because Ace had asked him to do the work on his behalf, and because Ace retained faith in him — he knew there was no saving him, but he'd never asked to be saved. Just made comfortable. Just prolonged, for a little while longer. A little more.

He finds Law in the tiny kitchen area of the boxcar-shaped apartment the three of them share. Haggard and limping with exhaustion, his hand out to catch his weight on the counter as he shifts himself around the corner of the lopsided cabinet made of splintering wood and checker-print drapes to make it all seem homey and warm. ]

Give me your hand, doc.

[ An exhausted tone, but still a warm one. ]

Edited 2025-09-20 22:52 (UTC)

voice, un: AMAGIBIGDICK69

un: firefist

text, @viciousabyss

@entei

voice note; un:snips

action, 8/27-ish

ACTION!