邑輝 一貴 Muraki Kazutaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-06-12 10:36 pm
lamorteblanc) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-12 10:36 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Characters: Muraki and anyone!
Setting: Starts at 4-20 then the cafeteria and ends in the morgue.
Format: Doing my little comment spam thing
Summary: Newcomer at the tower and boy, is this one shiny!
Warnings: Prosthetic eye replacement? Maybe?
Room 4-20
[ So he'd gotten up, lying there in a measure of stunned silence as he realizes he's undergoing sleep paralysis. But it's all over in a while and he sits up, running his fingers through his hair a moment. And then there's the pause. The collar makes him frown but even more is the sight of the letter. He pours over it with a measure of interest, a frown on his face as he reads through it once more. If he believes it, the look on his face isn't enough to discern a response.
When he does get himself up from bed though, a hand instinctively goes up to lightly run his fingers through his hair. The smallest look of irritation comes to his face however before he moves his hand to cover his right eye. You, dear intruder as it were, may note that there would be a glass on his nightstand which contains, rather curiously, a prosthetic eye. ]
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Cafeteria:
[ The oatmeal doesn't put him off. He's had a few bowls in his time. However, what does disturb him is the thought that there doesn't seem to be anything else offered. So he's pondering this while taking his time with the oats, eyes shifting around at the others in the area if any.
Has desperation driven anyone to ambush a newcomer for his oatmeal yet? ]
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Floor 26/Morgue
[ With the entire fiasco of the oatmeal over with (hopefully without people ambushing him), the doctor begins to wander the floors. Of course, his wanderings take him to the morgue which just pulls him in. His unhealthy obsession with death makes sure of this. Though he finds a distinctly heavy feeling in the air, nothing stops him from entering.
Truth be told, Kazutaka seems perfectly at home with the bodies. His assessment seems almost casual, almost calm as he checks the corpses. They pose more questions than answers, however. Were they here for show? To intimidate? Mere disposal? For now, he's just looking them over, noting any visible marks on the skin and making a note to come back with his scalpels later should curiosity strike.
However, there's one particular locker that seems to be unstable... and perhaps the latch on that door may be clicking just a bit more than usual should you want to come in and bother him. ]
Setting: Starts at 4-20 then the cafeteria and ends in the morgue.
Format: Doing my little comment spam thing
Summary: Newcomer at the tower and boy, is this one shiny!
Warnings: Prosthetic eye replacement? Maybe?
Room 4-20
[ So he'd gotten up, lying there in a measure of stunned silence as he realizes he's undergoing sleep paralysis. But it's all over in a while and he sits up, running his fingers through his hair a moment. And then there's the pause. The collar makes him frown but even more is the sight of the letter. He pours over it with a measure of interest, a frown on his face as he reads through it once more. If he believes it, the look on his face isn't enough to discern a response.
When he does get himself up from bed though, a hand instinctively goes up to lightly run his fingers through his hair. The smallest look of irritation comes to his face however before he moves his hand to cover his right eye. You, dear intruder as it were, may note that there would be a glass on his nightstand which contains, rather curiously, a prosthetic eye. ]
---
Cafeteria:
[ The oatmeal doesn't put him off. He's had a few bowls in his time. However, what does disturb him is the thought that there doesn't seem to be anything else offered. So he's pondering this while taking his time with the oats, eyes shifting around at the others in the area if any.
Has desperation driven anyone to ambush a newcomer for his oatmeal yet? ]
---
Floor 26/Morgue
[ With the entire fiasco of the oatmeal over with (hopefully without people ambushing him), the doctor begins to wander the floors. Of course, his wanderings take him to the morgue which just pulls him in. His unhealthy obsession with death makes sure of this. Though he finds a distinctly heavy feeling in the air, nothing stops him from entering.
Truth be told, Kazutaka seems perfectly at home with the bodies. His assessment seems almost casual, almost calm as he checks the corpses. They pose more questions than answers, however. Were they here for show? To intimidate? Mere disposal? For now, he's just looking them over, noting any visible marks on the skin and making a note to come back with his scalpels later should curiosity strike.
However, there's one particular locker that seems to be unstable... and perhaps the latch on that door may be clicking just a bit more than usual should you want to come in and bother him. ]
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Materials?
[ He can't help but be a little curious. From the bodies? And he steps out of the way though to give Fuhito room to move. ]
A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Kazutaka Muraki, a doctor from where I've been brought from. You said you were a scientist?
no subject
[Always polite, Fuhito nods. The man seems relatively circumspect, which is refreshing. He comes to stand before an empty gurney, taking a moment to lay out a few supplies.]
Yes, my areas of research included-- environmental stability and bio-engineering. Among others things.
Here, I am researching my own prison. Thus the sampling of the Tower's "materials".
Where you were brought from-- do you have a specialty, Doctor?
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[ He's just gonna lean against a gurney nearby, palms on the surface and a respectful distance away from Fuhito to allow him room to work. ]
I specialize in cardiology, however my secondary specialization would be in pediatrics. But I've dabbled here and there.
[ Glancing up a bit though. ]
Have you found anything relevant?
lols forever pediatrics oh lord
[Fuhito nods in semi-professional respect. Not a researcher, but a surgeon at least. Used to reading physiognomy easily and quickly, he glances at the man's hands. Lean and graceful, but large and powerful for all that. Yes, the hands of a surgeon.
He's appreciative of the distance.]
At this point, a-- colleague and I have gathered a fairly broad sample of lifeforms residing in and native to the Tower. I plan to test the reactivity of the samples by exposing them to offensive Materia, as well as-- other substances I have on hand.
You've recently arrived.
[It's a statement, not a question.]
;;; I apologize for my lateness!
[ But he's just making an educated guess. For now, his eyes are on the other and his work. Observing rather than scrutinizing, of course. That and he knows that it's better to give someone room than end up being on the business end of a rather enthusiastic scalpel.
However, the statement draws his attention. There's a look of momentary curiosity in his good eye. ]
Materia...?
No need! I've been ill, and it's all in fun anyhow!
Ah, yes-- Materia. Materia are small spheres formed of the life energies of my planet. The allow the user access to what I believe you would call "magic"-- [It's obvious he has no real liking for the term. It's all science to Fuhito.] -- in concrete terms, the user is able to access a particular kind of shared power and memory from the planet's stream of life depending on the type of materia used. Fire, for instance, can be brought forth from a weapon held by the user who possesses "Fire" materia.
Do you have anything of a similar sort, on your world?
XD; so have I. But it's all good~
I wouldn't be one to dismiss magic so easily. The world I come from doesn't have anything known as Materia but to some of the more... open-minded, should I say. You can say they exist parallel to each other. Most have accepted science and yet there is evidence of the presence of magic that escapes the less educated human being. However, Materia in itself... it sounds like an energy catalyst one would use for a spell.
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It isn't that I dismiss "magic", but the use of the word to describe unexplained but entirely natural phenomena. The native "magic" of my planet is quite powerful-- she, like all planets, is a living being, the energy of life itself manifest.
Tell me, do you practice "magic", Doctor? Or were you merely speaking theoretically?
8D And I'm back from hiatus!
An interesting ecological system, to be sure. The rules of my world are hardly so complex.
[ There's a sigh though as he tilts his head to the side, eyes half lidded as he considers this question. ]
I do indeed. You may find it a paradox; a man of science studying magic but I assure you, the art itself is quite real. I do term it as magic due to the use of spells and channeling powers most mortal men find themselves unable to without careful study. But it is what it is: a viable field of study.
Hurrah! BD Hope all is well!
[The locker door has ceased to rattle it's lock, but Fuhito bypasses it in any case. Instead he pulls open a locker nearer to hand, revealing an obviously already dissected form partially beneath a drop cloth. He moves quickly, yet doesn't seem rushed, taking a few samples of skin and muscle from an arm that lies outside the cloth barrier. He doesn't speak again until he seems to have nearly completed his task.]
Your world-- it could be that its nature and laws are more complex than you imagine, if the fact of your magic is any indication. Planets are living beings, organisms of great beauty and complexity. If you're able to channel such powers, you must understand that on some level.
[Of course, the other option is that this man is merely exploiting the energies of his planet without full sympathy for Her, but he feels disposed to err on the side of optimism, for once.]
Yup! All good, no worries! Just back to your regularly scheduled lag. 8D
[ He doesn't say anything about the hand however but there's no denying his eye is on it. There's a moment though where he glances back at the locker that had been rattling with the slightest frown before his attention is called back. ]
Everything has energy that can be tapped into and manipulated, as long as they live. Human, animal... but of course, human energy is far more compatible and easier to manipulate by another human. Emotions, mental states of well being, they contribute to the quality of energy one can draw out.