The Doctor is [Busy]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Characters: Dr. Richtofen and you!
Setting: Over the course of the week - floor 15 (the workshop), floor 27 (the lab), various monster-heavy floors
Format: Action to start, but will match
Summary: After being released from Jason's cells almost a week ago, Richtofen is on the move. He's hustling from floor to floor even more than usual, attempting to construct a weapon for himself since the douchebag their kind administrator refused to give him one.
Warnings: Normal warnings for Richtofen - swearing, insanity, possible gore, possible sensitive subject matter of the WWII-era variety.

Workshop

[Anyone who wanders by the workshop will see a curious sight: Richtofen, who normally sticks to floors like the infirmary and the morgue, is working dilligently. He not only seems to know what he's doing, but he looks like he's good at it. He handles the machinery as if he's been acquainted with it for years, welding and sanding and polishing both wood and metal with impressive dexterity.

In fact, at first glance, with his hat off, a lab coat over his Wehrmacht uniform, and his face covered by a surgical mask and goggles, this calm, focused man hardly looks like Richtofen at all. The only indication that he's everybody's favorite doctor is that he occasionally mumbles incoherent little things to himself in that distinct, German-accented voice of his, but over the buzzing and whirring of the machinery, even that is often difficult to make out.

Early in the week, it doesn't look like he's making anything of substance. However, look closely and you'll notice a book lying open next to him that he keeps consulting, full of designs for what seems to be a large gun surrounded by messy scribbles and technical jargon. Later in the week, the body of this gun seems to take shape.]



Laboratory

[Once he's fashioned himself his weapon (and it's impressively-made, though not quite as perfect as it would have been if he'd had all the equipment he used back home), Richtofen sets off to make ammo and get himself a power source. It's at this point when he starts to spend his time in the laboratory, a floor he's more accustomed to.

Someone who encounters Richtofen while he's in the lab will see him hunched over futuristic-looking machinery, deeply engrossed in what he's doing, but more on-edge than he was in the workshop. He's working with what looks to be some sort of rock, black with lines of red that almost look like veins running through their surface. It's the red part he's interested in, because that's the stuff he's careful to extract and place in his gun.]



Around the Tower

[Finally, after a lot of hard work, labor, and intesive efforts being a paranoid asshole, Richtofen's finished. He waits up one night, eager for the monsters to show their ugly faces (or lack thereof). Not just any monster will do, though - no, he's looking for a group of monsters.

Once he finds enough of them, he decides to give his new weapon a test. He steadies his aim, pointing at just one monster, and a crazed grin spreads over his face as he places his finger on the trigger.]

Oh, ja, you all want to play, is that it? [He waits until the monsters lurch forward, hoping, hoping he did everything right, because test runs be damned - this is his test run.] Then come on and let's play, pretty ones!

[And then he pulls the trigger, and the result lights up the place bright as day for a split second. This gun doesn't shoot a bullet; it shoots pure electricity, which hits the first monster, and bolts of lightning arch off of its body to connect with several others in the vicinity. The air is filled with the sounds of crackling, inhuman shrieks, and Richtofen's crazed laughter, the latter of which keeps going even after the monsters fall dead to the floor.]

Yes! Hahaha! Yes, die for me! Take your medicine, yes, good!

[Richtofen will fire off a few more shots that night. Be careful; if you're too close to any of the monsters affected by his weapon, you'll get hit, too, and it won't be a light shock by any means. The trails of bodies Richtofen leaves behind, up to ten at a time, can attest to that.]

Comments

Laboratory!

[uzuki]

[Shion had been frequenting the lab, in order to build a more long-term solution for KOS-MOS's maintenance. On most visits, the lab is empty. That's why this time, the sight of Richtofen working there startles her initially.]

Oh! ...sorry.

[She hadn't meant to disturb his work. She knows how annoying that can be.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen seems just as startled as she is, standing straight up and looking wide-eyed at her.]

What?! What do you want, don't look at-

[He catches himself and clears his throat. With one hand, he offers her a little half-wave, while the other grabs one of the rocks so that he can slide it a little bit closer to the equipment he's using. It's an undoubtedly protective move.]

Er... I mean. [He clears his throat once more, offering her a little smile.] Hallo. How are you today, erm, whatever your name is?

[Not suspicious at all.]

[uzuki]

....

[She raises her eyebrows a little. That was an odd greeting.]

My name is Shion... And you are?

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Her scrutiny makes him uncomfortable, and Richtofen shifts a little where he stands. Still, he tries to appear cheery.]

You may call me Dr. Richtofen. [He glares off to the side and mutters, more to himself than to Shion.] Or "doctor," or "Rick," or "Ricky," or whatever you like, since apparently using my real name is beyond the capabilities of some people in this tower...

[He stops himself from going off on a tangent and forces a smile again.]

Shion, hmm..? I feel like I've heard that name before. Have we met?

[uzuki]

Alright, Dr. Richtofen.

[She's perfectly capable of using people's names correctly. And since he seems to be a relatively cheerful person, she's going to chalk his prior strange behavior up to simply being startled. So she smiles.]

Hm... No, I don't think so. But, there is someone else here with the same name. He doesn't have a family name though. Mine is Uzuki.

Workshop

[tohko_amano]

[While Tohko was slowly getting used to her blindness, thanks to the crutch she was using as a cane, she still mixed floors up occasionally. Sadly, this was one of those time. She thought she had wandered into the second library, when in fact, she had wandered into the workshop. She knew she had wandered onto the wrong floor when she heard the buzz of machines, and even though her hearing was so bad that she couldn't make out Edward's mumbling, she knew that someone had to be here if she could hear the whirr of machines. So, she spoke.]

Erm..pardon me, but is this the research library? And if not, how many floors do I have to climb to get to it? I apologize for bothering you..but the horrid cold has taken away my eyesight. It's hard for me to make out whether or not I'm not the correct floor sometimes.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[At first, Richtofen doesn't hear her come in. He doesn't even hear what she's saying for a while, engrossed in his work as he is, but the voices rear up and gnash their teeth in warning, and he shuts off his equipment in time to hear the tail end of a familiar voice.

He turns to look. It's that girl, the one who tried to - urgh - comfort him back after the incident with Ruana. Just remembering it makes bile rise in his throat, but he bites back his feelings of displeasure to address her.]

What about your eyesight? [He sounds irate, but definitely calmer than he was the first time they met.]

[tohko_amano]

[Oh no. It was Edward, the schizophrenic doctor who loved to torture people. While Tohko had only escaped last time because she could see and run away quickly, she wasn't sure if she could do that here. Being blind had almost no advantages when you wanted to run away. However, she tried to remain calm and spoke.]

Ah..sorry to bother you, Edward. It's this horrid cold..it keeps draining my senses. First my taste, and now my eyes. My other senses are pretty weak as well. However, if you'll just tell me whether this is the research library and how many floors I need to climb to reach it if it isn't, I'll be on my way.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[That seems to get Richtofen's attention better than anything else she might have said.]

A cold that took away your vision and your sense of taste..? [The cheer in his voice is unmistakable.] Why, I've never heard of anything like that! What's the rush, hm? Come and tell the doctor all about it.

[tohko_amano]

[Well, to be honest, her sense of taste was limited to books in the first place, but she wasn't going to mention that. She sighed and tried to move closer to him, feeling her way with her crutch. But not too close.]

Well, you'll forgive me if I want to run away quickly. Our last meeting didn't give exactly make me want to see you again. However..this cold and it's symptoms are terrible. I hope my eyesight comes back soon, or I won't be able to read again..and if my hearing goes, I'm done for.

[She sighed.]

[idkworldruler]

Well that's an interesting gun you have there. [He was just out for a midnight stroll, woken up after being killed earlier in the day had made his muscles cramped. He didn't what kind of resurrection powers this place had, but it was obvious that, when compared to what Gaea could do, it was rather imperfect. Still, he gave them props for figuring it out.

In the mean time the Illuminati member was dressed in his uniform, complete with his gas mask and symbol embroidered jacket. When he went back to grab his gun, he had found the said weapon to be missing. Which prompted him onto his current search, fishing for any clues on both the whereabouts of the strange woman, as well as the tower itself. He even mused about hacking into the tower's computer system, via the terminals.

But all of that could wait for now. There was a German man holding an interesting gun.

He almost immediately knew that he wanted the weapon.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Yes, I know it-

[Richtofen turns, a huge smile still on his face. It stays there for about three seconds, at which point he notices the symbols on the man's jacket, and a pang of familiarity strikes him. The smile slowly fades away, until he's left blinking with his mouth hanging open like some kind of an idiot.]

...is. [He shifts the Wunderwaffe in his grasp, looking the man up and down. The voices in his head hiss unpleasantly, but he ignores them.] Hello.

[idkworldruler]

'Sup bro? How's it hanging? [And he's going to try and take a few steps towards him. The man seemed nervous around him. It happened almost immediately after he laid his eyes on him, did he know what he is? If so then this could either be good, or bad. Both of which he might be able to turn into something useful.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen stands his ground, gripping the Wunderwaffe firmly, almost protectively. He gives the man a look, as if he won't hesitate to use it if he gets too close.]

It is 'hanging' fine, I suppose. [He can't seem to take his eyes off the symbols.] What an... interesting jacket you have there, mein Freund.

[idkworldruler]

[Obviously he didn't read the fine print of, "not fucking with the Illuminati." Nobody seems to, and they all pay the price dearly.]

Oh thanks, it fills me with feelings of amazing win. Something that fits me perfectly, I'm the boss. [He says it without hesitation and stops a few feet away from the man. So then, he does know about the symbol.]

So, do you mind answering a few questions of mine. [It was a statement, not a question.]

Could be any corridor, anywhere in the Tower

[neverbeamemory]

[It was another sleepless night in the Dormitory so Sephiroth had pulled his still semi-sodden on the inside leather pants back on and gone for a stroll to try and take his mind off it. Surely these symptoms had to break soon; this heat just kept getting more intense. How he was ever going to get his hair un-braided again didn't bear thinking about - his sweat had near glued it into place.

Well that was distracting enough, finding the end of the monster body trail. Sephiroth just had to find out what had caused it. Sure he had left a similar trail before when the mood had taken him but these just - well there was apparently no blood trail for one.

Taking a moment to blow his nose and wipe it clean again and occasionally on his walk swallowing against the sore lump in his throat, Sephiroth eventually came upon the source. The bright light around the corner gave him pause for a moment to blink back light spots before going around it.

He heard Richtofen before clearly seeing him. Sephiroth had had the not-so-much pleasure of witnessing how crazed this particular individual was, during their pointless raid on the Infirmary. He really shouldn't be so surprised that he would be the cause of the trail.

Sephiroth just stood and watched, though being silent on his bare feet - having the flu eventually broke his cover in the darkness.

Sniff. Followed by a single cough that he tried to muffle.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Unfortunately for Sephiroth, the buzzing noise made by the lightning faded just in time for Richtofen to hear the sniffle and muffled cough. He turned around, squinting in the darkness so that he could see the other man better (all of the sudden bright lights followed by stifling darkness sort of took its toll on one's eyesight).]

Oh, it's you.

[Lo and behold, there was the man with the sword who started the carnage back in the infirmary. Richtofen shouldered his Wunderwaffe and took a few steps toward him, smirking.]

You look a bit under the weather. Do you need a doctor? [He sounded equal parts smug and condescending.]

[neverbeamemory]

I was only curious who was making all the mess. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised.

[It was hard to sound as confident as he usually did leaning there with his arms folded, with a sore throat and mild flu. Despite all the sweat Sephiroth was producing as a side effect of the super fever he was convinced he was going through; in reality the sweat had near-frozen on his skin. Constantly thawing and refreezing as Sephiroth moved around, or shivered - something he seemingly didn't even realize he was doing.]

Besides, I wouldn't trust any of the doctors I know - why would I trust you?

[doctor_dismemberment]

[In the dark, it was hard to see, but eventually Richtofen picked up on the strange way Sephiroth's skin was behaving. No, not his skin... Was that... ice? He tried to keep a straight face, absentmindedly observing this strange occurrence as they talked.]

Hm, I suppose you make a fair point... [He forced himself to meet Sephiroth's eyes.] Though I think you severely underestimate what I can do as a doctor if I put my mind to it.

[neverbeamemory]

Let's hope I never have the need to find that out.

[Sephiroth couldn't help but recall the gleeful way Richtofen hacked into all those drones...that riot....it might as well have never happened for all the use it did.]

Sniff. Sniff

I suppose that- [He gestured to the contraption the doctor was holding] - is the newest way for you to sedate your bloodshed?

[Not that there was much blood to be had, frying everything]

I hope you don't mind late tag ins, work went a bit insane

[culbutiri]

[Nesir... now with a cloak and shoes stormed into the workshop and stared around it. Her head was fuggy and she didn't know how to deal with being ill, she rarely got ill. Her sister had been the one who caught all the illnesses, Nesir hiding the fact from their guardians, keeping her sister hidden in their room. Nesir could only remember one time in her childhood that her sister had had to repay the favour.

She made an irritated noise, why was she thinking about her? It was being ill, it made her mind go stupid and think about things best left buried. Stupid illness.

She had woken up to a note, a bill for three objects that the restaurant wanted, apparently her stealing had not gone as smoothly as she thought. She wasn't going to collect them though, she didn't even know what two of them were.

Everything was stupid and Nesir was close to exploding, she had been since being thrown into Jason's cell. It was cold, she was ill, stupid people who could turn her muscles off on command ruled her life now.

She heard the muttering and recognised Richtofen; though she was angry at him as well. She marched up to him and leaned on the worktable.] What do you be doing?

never too late!

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen jerked his head up, looking defensive at first, but he visibly relaxed when he saw that it was Nesir.]

Oh, it's you.

[He fiddled idly with small scraps of metal, bending them and shaping them with the use of equipment on the table in front of him.]

I am sick und tired of this Tower's refusal to arm me properly, und so I am taking matters into mein own hands.

[culbutiri]

[Well taking matters into his own hands, Nesir could respect that. She looked over at what she was making, it looked like no kind of weapon she had ever seen before. But she had seen things so strange since she arrived here.]

That do be a weapon?

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen chuckled idly, turning the work-in-progress over in his hands.]

Well, not yet. But before too long, trust me - it will be the most amazing weapon you've ever seen.

[And then, as casually as he could manage, he turned his book over so that Nesir wouldn't be able to see the plans inside. No matter how tolerable he found her, and no matter how little she seemed to know of modern technology, he still didn't trust her not to steal his design.

He's not paranoid, he's careful.]

[culbutiri]

[She saw that and frowned, but she didn't blame him because hey she didn't trust him either. It was sensible and it was a relief to know that he wasn't an idiot.] I will be believing that when I do be seeing it. [She had spent the last few years around the greatest warriors of her world, she had seen some pretty impressive weapons.]