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[madetosin]

Date & Time: January 16th
Location: the transport clinic
Characters: Muraki, Elrond, and anyone that might want to pop in
Summary: Getting ready to leave
Warnings: Muraki being Muraki

Spending a week in a clinic wasn't Muraki's ideal way to spend acclimating to a new world. The saying that doctor's made the worst patients was no less true with him, but he kept most of his exasperation with the situation to himself. It at least gave him time to learn a little more about where he'd landed himself. The network, intriguing a tool as it was, provided an excellent tool to investigate the basics of his situation, but to really understand this place he needed to get out of the clinic and get a real look around. He was chafing in place already. He needed a cigarette, clean clothes, and the opportunity to take a little of the absurdly abundant energy that was surrounding him without causing any alarm. For now, the best he could do was sit here in bed and read while he waited for someone to give him a pass. At least for another day.

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[deathofempathy]

"I don't care what you say. You're not getting near him after Kyoto! Whoever helped you here should go rot in hell and should have left you to die." Or, that is what Hisoka would say if he weren't too insistent on getting the hell out of here before he says even more, before Muraki says something to get to his partner. As if the doctor hadn't already done enough damage as it was. Hisoka had no intention of giving him more chances. Not until they were ready and prepared to deal with him. Preferably with a bullet or fist to the face, as much as he would like to and knows that wouldn't be the end of it by far.

The tug at Tsuzuki's shirt remains, attempting to pull his partner away from Muraki and his influence without making a scene.