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[cheemsroniakalittleguy]

Wiiver and Stylus

[elan-2003]

Nice tie you've got,"Little Guy"

[ussrosalind]

Julian Nozomi Too Many Doors (Sigil) Campaign Samsaran Battle Master Fighter & Glory Paladin Current Level: 12 Age: 70s (equivalent to early 30s is my guess) Height: 5'4" Pronouns: he/him Character Song: New Constellations - Ryn Weaver

Julian is a former solider and now also a former bodyguard to a former factol. A member of the Godsmen, he's always trying his best. He lost his leg during his solider days when he was evacuating people from a building but did not get himself out in time. He's very lucky to be alive. In fact, that's a reoccurring theme! This lad has died twice in the campaign, go figure. He believes in always striving to be better, and wants the same for his friends regardless of their respective factions. He's just also not very bright.

Last Updated 7/13/2023

[projectkazari]

Meet Kazari, Shadow Weaver's Reincarnation

Clean Image

Special Thanks to @xxpillsburyhoexx, the brilliant scientist who designs Kazari's body.

1- Kazari is a magicat, because in the immortal of George Lucas; “It’s like poetry, It rhymes!” Oddly enough, my original concept for Kazari was her being a dog-like creature.

2-A red jacket with orange stripes, because that is the color scheme of Retro Shadow Weaver.

3-The ying-yang symbol signifies balance. Male/Female (Kazari is Non-Binary), Up/Down, and for this story, Light/Darkness.

4-Kazari keeps her tail wrapped around her waist her like a belt to keep her it from being grabbed in fights and stuff.

5-I chose those colors because they are the same colors as Light Spinner

6-I chose that shade of red because it’s the color of Shads’ mask.

7-I wanted to display Kazari’s athleticism, so I gave her sports tape. Her original design was loosely based on Tangle the Lemur.

8- That’s not just a choker, it’s a surprise!

9-Kazari has green cat-eyes, because Shads had green eyes

10-Kazari is a fusion of the japanese words for Shadow, Hope and Light; KAge, NoZomi and HikARI, making Kazari's name mean: The Hope that Lights the Shadows

11-Have you ever heard of Kingdom Hearts? There is a faction called Organization 13, where members names are their original names scrambled with an X placed in. Kazari’s home planet was originally called Space Australia, but one of my discord friends convinced me to put more thought into it, so took the slang term for an Australian person, AUSSIE, and gave it the Organization 13 treatment, thus: Xisaeus.

12- This story takes place 25 years after She-Ra, in that time, Mystacor has rebooted and intergrated with the rest of Etheria.

13- Like I said, it’s like poetry, it rhymes!

You can read all about her adventures in KAZARI, THE MAGICAT OF HAVOK

on Wattpad and AO3

[cryogenicmuses]

Trauma Center/FFVII Crossover Meta/Headcanon - Caduceus Midgar

Caduceus Midgar was established 30 years ago as a small-time medical organisation but over time it grew into a powerful yet rather secretive organisation battling at the forefront of medicine. They have to remain secretive due to the fact that Shinra would want them for their cutting-edge techniques, and any of their personnel who are also employed by Shinra keep their ties secret.

Several prestigious hospitals around Midgar are staffed by some of Caduceus Midgar's doctors and scientists, and they're always looking for ways to better the lives of those in the city. They are also doing research into various secret projects through the staff they've got who are employed by Shinra.

Current Notable Staffing:

Director: Sidney Kasal

Other Staff

Employed outside of Shinra:

Robert Hoffman - Senior Surgeon

Richard Anderson - Secretary

Greg Kasal - Surgeon/Medical Administrator

Mary Fulton - Head Nurse

Leslie Sears - Nurse

Markus Vaughn - Surgeon

Langston Miller - Strategist

Kenneth Blackwell - Senior Researcher

Valerie Blaylock - Surgeon

Stephen Clarks - Senior Surgeon

Elena Salazar - Surgical Assistant/Nurse

Employed within Shinra:

Derek Stiles - Surgeon

Angela 'Angie' Thompson - Surgical Assistant/Nurse

Victor Niguel - Research Lead

Tyler Chase - Surgeon

Cybil Myers - Anaesthesiologist

Naomi Kimishima - Surgeon (working under the alias 'Nozomi Weaver')

[caduceusmidgar]

Staff Profile - Naomi Kimishima

Name: Naomi Kimishima Alias: Nozomi Weaver Age: 42 Gender: Cis Female Pronouns: She/Her

Background:

Born in Wutai, Naomi started out as an aspiring surgeon who wanted nothing more than to save lives. She had become famous across Gaia for her careful and meticulous approach, and how any patients she operated on would always have much less extreme surgical scars than others. The secret to it was her incredible mastery over restorative materia, which she kept a closely guarded secret.

However, one particular operation that was going badly forced her to use more of the restorative power of her materia, which unfortunately was caught. Branded a 'Devil Doctor' by the Wutaian authorities, she was stripped of her medical licence and forced to relocate.

She came to Midgar to find a new lease of life, but word of her revoked medical license had spread and so she was unable to become a surgeon again, but her medical expertise allowed her to become a medical examiner. Assisting in various homicide cases, her attention to detail caught the attention of one client who then recommended her to Caduceus Midgar.

Sidney Kasal knew of her situation and offered her a chance to infiltrate Shinra and operate again, if she was willing to lead a double life. Naomi accepted, and became the medical examiner for Caduceus Midgar, while her alias, Nozomi Weaver, would become a surgeon for Shinra. She was paired with Navel, who would act as her bodyguard and surgical assistant depending on what was needed of her.

[memeticallyengineered]

[gaycharaoftheday]

todays gay character is: naomi kimishima/nozomi weaver from trauma center

suggested by anon

[o-mujis]

ANDDDD some trauma center gorls sketchies bc i love every single one of them ;*

[tcdarkeststorms]

ID Invaded AU - The Brilliant Surgeon

ID Invaded AU:

Prisoner Erhard Muller, was imprisoned for the bioterrorism attack of Cumberland college… In exchange, he’s been drafted to become part of an experimental case for the organization of Caduceus.

Diagnose the patient’s mysterious illness, find a cure… and save the world.

By dropping into the patient’s IDwell, a mysterious world generated by their mind and memories, he can become the Brilliant Surgeon, deducing symptoms and connecting the pieces.

- Upon entering the IDWell, he loses his memories, instead being replaced with an infinite well of medical knowledge and skills at his disposal. 

- There is always a mysterious young patient, who needs his help every time. She goes simply by the name Monarch, a young girl who is always gravely ill or injured, depending on how severe the case is. Sometimes her injuries appear self inflicted, or she’s been ill for a long time. It’s up to the good doctor to save her.

- By remembering her and knowing her name, he becomes the Brilliant Surgeon known as CR-S01. While he knows nothing of his past, he knows his purpose - to cure Monarch and solve the case!

- By following his lead, the doctors of Caduceus rush to try to save the patients that Monarch’s form takes on the characteristics of. Though in truth, she has no personality, it is up to whoever is the brilliant surgeon to project that onto her.

- After each case is solved, Erhard is taken back to his cell, that is covered in photographs of his loved ones… He vows, one day he’s going to find them again, no matter how many times they have to inject him into the Idwell.

Even if it kills him...

- As time goes on, he goes up against stranger and stranger cases, at one point encountering a truly difficult disease… A disease, that is known as GUILT.

- On the outside, a young doctor by the name of Derek Stiles, is impressed by the workings of the strange young man, who’s using the Mizuhanome so well and for such an incredible purpose. He wonders to his superior what it would be like to enter the Idwell himself. They  scoff and warn him he wouldn’t be able to handle it. To focus on his own duties, they have a warehouse to investigate.

- During one of these cases, CR-S01, uncovers a small outbreak of different patients, all infected with different variations of GUILT… and it’s a struggle to treat each one of them. He wants to treat Monarch first but she refuses…

- In the real world, Derek is struggling and runs back to another ambulance for supplies, but is ambushed… Only thing found at the scene is his glasses…

Derek’s been abducted by the same organization who’s creating the GUILT pathogens and causing others to become infected.

- He awakens in a strange facility, dazed from the sedation drugs. The area is dark, he can’t see very well without his glasses. The only light on him is the operating room light, shining down on him. He tries to get up but realizes he’s trapped.

- A doctor in strange orange and black garb, approaches him, her face hidden by her surgical mask.

“Well, well, who do we have here?”

“Dr. Weaver, this is the one we found interfering with our work.”

Derek’s struggle only intensifies as this strange doctor approaches him. 

“Look! You can’t keep me here!”

- She informs him, it’s his choice. He could give up and let the organization continue their tests and cleanse human kind… or he could become another cog to the machine. Another Sinner… To give into the Bliss… To tell them exactly what they want to know so they could further take down Caduceus.

- To further mock him, there’s not much choice. Let her jab him with the autoinjector that would infect him, or give in… Instead, he gets an idea.

“You wanna see what we’ve been doing? How about I show you instead!”

- At HQ, a new IDwell opens up… CR-S01 is immediately transferred in. It’s a chaotic Idwell, filled with strange creatures, that resemble the pathogens he’s been battling up to this point. 

In the center of the IDwell is Monarch, prone on an operating table, convulsing from her ailment.

- There’s no time to waste, on either end, as they get to work deciphering the locations, that the cognition particles picked up at the scene create. In the IDWell, CR-S01 is horrified at the state of Monarch’s internal organs when he opens her up.

- Everything, is being ravaged in perfect synch. From her liver, to her lungs…She doesn’t have much time. The pathogens are working perfect synch to kill her.

It’s with much resignation that he proceeds with the operation, vowing that no matter what he was going to save her!

- On Derek’s end, he’s in agony. His form convulsing like crazy, from the shock of it all and the pain… It’s like nothing he’s ever felt… Under it all, is those strange chill that overtakes his body. 

“Well? What do you say…?”

“Jus’... jus’ kill me… PLEASE!” 

He’s too out of it to realize there’s hesitation… Instead, Dr. Weaver injects something into him as the pain and cold starts to ebb away… The last thing he can hear is her telling her assistant to prepare for an emergency procedure.

He can’t process why she’s helping him NOW…

- CR-S01 completes the procedure, just as Caduceus finally discovers Derek… and arrests Dr. Weaver. Her accomplice gets away, but they have their “main culprit.” at least…

Or so they think.

As CR-S01 prepares to exit the IDwell, he notes a strange figure… A figure whom he can’t see the face of.

The other doctors are concerned… That figure being all too familiar…

Adam.

[kimishma]

it’s her.......

[raes-trash-art]

i really wanted to draw Her today...and attempt some semi-realism too

[inuvivo]

Inktober Day 5 “Couple”

Oh my favorite pair... Naomi and Little Guy

THIS IS ACTUALLY MY FIRST SERIOUS TRAUMA TEAM FANART

When will Atlus-sama notice us.

[fascinatedfae]

Strychnine

Inspired by a scene in the fanfiction Under Wraps. Warning for death.

When Navel’s phone rang in the middle of the night, he assumed it was his employers.

“What is it?” His eyes, heavy with sleep, drifted shut as he waited for the other to speak. This was highly unusual- normally he got his assignments during the day, when he was alert and ready to carry them out. What reason could they have for calling him so early?

“Hello.” His eyes opened at Weaver’s voice. Something seemed off about it. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it- but he knew her well enough to pick up on it. This was even stranger than Delphi calling him in the middle of the night.

“…Doctor?” Navel drew his breath in and let it out in a long sigh, tinged with exasperation from the rude awakening. “We’ve got work in-” He pulled the phone away and checked the time before continuing. “-Four hours. Why are you waking me up?” The mattress groaned as he stirred, laying on his side. He heard a quiet sigh on the other end.

“To talk.” There was a faraway quality to her voice- He was starting to realize something was off; she spoke in a measured, emotionless way, but her voice shook slightly just then. The haze of sleep began to dissipate.

“I’m waiting for you to stop beating around the bush and tell me while you called,” he said quietly. “I need to get back to sleep. What’s so important?”

“Just wanted to hear your voice,” Weaver replied. “Stay up with me.”

“Work in four hours,” he reminded her listlessly. His eyes drifted shut as he spoke, too heavy to keep open. “Weaver, you have five seconds to tell me what’s up.” It wasn’t like her to beat around the bush; usually she’d have a good reason and have told him by now.

“The… Ah…” The other’s voice faded away for a moment before coming back with a weak, humorless laugh. “The reporter. Had a nightmare about the reporter. Bad one.” He paused, letting her words sink in. They hadn’t spoken of him at all since the incident had occurred.

“I’ll be there in twenty or twenty five minutes,” he told her. “Hold tight.” He ended the call as he stood, then snapped the flip phone shut and headed over to the dresser. Nozomi hadn’t spoken of that reporter since the incident. It was hard to feel sympathy towards him. What happened was his own damn fault, he shouldn’t have gone snooping. Navel dragged a shirt blindly out of the drawer, pulling on a pair of pants.

He walked over to the bathroom, shutting one eye as he flicked the lightswitch. Bright lights flickered on above the mirror and were reflected dully on the gray plastic of the phone, which rested on the edge of the sink. He turned the cold tap on; water gurgled into the sink, chilling his hands as he dipped them in. The Delphi agent exhaled as he splashed the water on his face, the icy shock jolting him awake.

That was going to have to be good enough.

He dried his face with the towel haphazardly flung over the top of the shower door, grabbed the phone, then shut the bathroom light off. A pair of scuffed white sneakers were waiting by the front door; the car keys were dangling from a magnetic hook on the side of the fridge. He grabbed the keys as he walked by, put the shoes on, and finally left.

The cool night air invigorated him further as he walked over to the car. Wispy clouds skidded over the waxing moon; a few stars were visible in the abyssal sky. It was a nice sight, but there was no time to admire it. He got into the car and thrust the key into the ignition, twisting it brusquely. It sprang to life with a satisfying purr; its headlights cast his home in a stark light. The burner phone came to rest in the cupholder with a clatter. The driver put his seatbelt on and carefully backed into the silent road, heading south- to the coast of Santa Balboa.

The apartment complex was silent, almost eerie. Rows of cars stood guard in the parking lot, and the guard in the lobby watched him, guarded, as he walked in. He was used to people milling around and chatting with the day person, getting tidbits of gossip or exchanging news. It felt almost wrong, now.

“Visiting Ms. Weaver,” he explained quickly. “Not feeling well.” Before the other could speak, he headed to the stairs and bounded up the first flight. His steps grew quieter as he counted the numbers off. 101, 102, 103… All the way to 112.

As Navel approached her apartment, he heard a screaming kettle mix with soft strains of a tv program- inconsequential, only there to provide background noise. He rapped quickly on the door, announcing himself with a soft, tired ‘I’m here.’ She looked haggard when she opened the door, exhausted from the horrible dream.

“…Come in.” She stepped aside, letting him enter her apartment. “I appreciate you coming over on such short notice,” she said quietly as she walked to the kitchenette. She took the kettle off and filled two mugs with steaming water, adding two bags of earl gray to steep.

“You needed it,” he answered shortly. He took a seat on the couch, making himself comfortable. He hooked his arm over the back and turned to look at her, noticing how she kept her eyes averted, fixated on the tea as she carried it over. “It must have been bad for you to call me at three in the morning.” He was overly curious about the nightmare, wondering what the Hell has spooked her so bad that she felt calling him was her best bet. He could only imagine what they had done to her after they’d found out. His hands curled around his mug as she offered it to him, welcome warmth seeping into cool, slightly stiff fingers.

“I never told you what happened that night,” she began. She sat, putting her tea on the coffee table, hands clasped loosely in her lap. There was an alien hesitance to her voice, almost a weakness. It was as if the nightmare had broken her down and left this behind. All Navel knew was that when he had picked her up a couple days after she had been quieter and more compliant. No smart remarks or joking with him for a while- she had been distant. “You’ve heard of the toxin strychnine…” Her voice trailed off, and he took the opportunity to answer.

“Nasty stuff. Why?”

“They had found the reporter, taken him, and used strychnine on him.” She swallowed thickly, her eyes fixated on the tea.

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Nozomi thought she had been in the clear after that little debacle.

Hell, she couldn’t have known that Delphi had eyes all over.

“Weaver.” She glanced up, closing the Manila folder she had as she did. “You’re to come with us.” She eyed the two agents, placing the file back into the cabinet.

“Very well.” The two flanked her as she walked out of the room- what is this, why this security? A cold chill raced down her spine, making her shiver. Something didn’t feel right. Her shoulders tensed as they walked through the cold, sterile halls, the stark lighting above heightening the pervasive feeling of wrongness. At length the trio came to a door, opening it to a scene that took a moment to process.

The reporter was kneeling in a bare room, metal underfoot and an uncomfortable chill in the air. Nozomi wrapped her arms around herself, trying to protect herself from the cold. A woman stood beside him, holding a clear syringe, uncapped.

“It was reported that you operated on this man,” she intoned. “Going against our code,” she spat, “is of dire consequences. As you sought to save this man, you will witness what you caused by trying to be one of those wretched doctors.” The fear was palpable in the reporter’s eyes; Nozomi found herself steadfastly avoiding them. She was only brought back when the man let out a cry as the needle stabbed into his arm, depositing its payload.

There was no explanation as they walked out- nothing- just the click of a door and heavy silence, dragging out for several minutes. She opened her mouth to speak then thought better of it. She wasn’t entirely sure he’d understand English, but knew he’d speak Japanese.

“…You’re the reporter.” She knelt beside him, but a good distance away from him. Out of arm’s reach, in case he lurched forward. “I’m sorry.” She hesitated… What could she say to him? 'Hey, sorry, I healed you so you’re probably going to die horribly tonight.’ “I’m Weaver Nozo-”

“Don’t play games with me,” he spat, a gleam of fear bright in his eye. “You’re the devil doctor! Kimishima Naomi. Everyone knows about YOU.”

“…Kimishima Naomi,” she conceded. “I apologize for trying to trick you.” It wouldn’t matter by tomorrow anyways. “You?”

“Makurami Hiroto,” he answered grudgingly. “What the Hell did they stick in me?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I can assure you everything will be okay. It’s my fault that you’re on this place, and I intend to get you through the night.” A lead weight settled in her stomach. A cold chill pervaded her body, not entirely from the temperature. That… Was one of the worst lies she’d told. She didn’t believe herself and from the suspicious look she received, he didn’t, either. Distraction might help. “Are you Okinawan, too?”

“I’m from a village on Hokkaido,” he answered. He appeared to relax slightly. “Polar opposites.” Ah, she knew how cold and snowy it could get there… “I moved to Sapporo, not too long ago. Job for my magazine.” Uncertainty wavered in his eyes. This was his last job, he was sure. He certainly wouldn’t be seeing the city again, or the village he’d spent most of his life in.

“I’d like to see it,” she said quietly, “but I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to return to Japan. …Send me a postcard sometime, if you don’t hold a grudge after this.” He laughed, then winced.

“The lights are too bright,” he grunted softly. “Neck’s aching, too.” He glanced over at the sound of Nozomi shucking her coat off and folding it as neatly as she could into a cushion, handing it off to him.

“Maybe laying down for a bit will ease your neck pain.” She tried to sound casual, noting them as possible symptoms. A minute tic caused his jaw to pulse, his teeth clicking together. He grimaced.

“Damn,” he cussed softly, “what’d they put in that thing? Hey, Kimishima, how long do I have left?” The fear was back and stronger than ever; Nozomi laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He flinched; she hastily withdrew it.

“Everything is going to be just fine.” She hoped he believed it, she didn’t believe it herself. “You’ll be back to Sapporo by a couple days, I assure you of that.” With each brazen lie, the lead weight seemed to get heavier and heavier. Her shoulders tensed up.

“It’s a nuisance,” he muttered. “What’s Okinawa like?”

“A beautiful place,” she said softly. “Warm all year round… The oceans are clear, and the coral reefs are a sight to behold. It’s better seen in person, my description can’t hold a candle to it.” She closed her eyes, remembering memories now bittersweet. Clear seas, the triumph of finally reaching the rock she wanted to swim out to, dinners with her parents, growing up in a place she viewed with nostalgia now. The sea air, the cries of gulls… The halcyon sounds were interrupted by an attempt to speak.

“D… K… Ki…” She looked over, meeting his eyes. The ghastly rictus grin didn’t reflect in his eyes. Panic swam in their depths, terror trailing it in a murky presence. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he laid there, ineffectually begging for help or something, anything she could do. As she watched, the lockjaw ceased.

“I- I don’t, I don’t know, what’s happening-” His eyes darted around before he landed on her. “I couldn’t open my mouth or move my jaw or anything no matter how hard I tried, what the Hell, I don’t…” Hiroto babbled on in his distress, looking for all the world as if he was pleading for answers.

“Take a few deep breaths,” she commanded firmly. Hiding behind a tough mask, a doctor in control, was all she could truly do right now. It was unlikely that would be a one-off thing- something proven as it repeated, his eyes squeezing shut as he waited the moment of terror out. Saliva shone on his teeth under the stark lights, making him seem paler than he already was; it cast his face in an even more frightening light.

On and on, over and over, she assured and reassured him, staying with him and holding his hand as he weathered the lockjaw and rictus sardonicus. It was only when it spread to his other limbs, fingers curled into sickly claws and legs stiff, did she realize exactly what Delphi had done to punish him.

“Strychnine,” she hissed in horror. The word sounded like a curse. There was nothing they could do- he’d suffocate. A long, drawn-out death… All for the crimes of trying to get info on the Devil Doctor, becoming entangled in Delphi’s work, and being healed. And her? She’d have to witness every minute of it, knowing that ultimately, what she’d done was pointless. Medicine had prolonged his life, only to be ended in one of the most gruesome manners she could think of.

“What-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Nothing mattered, he’d be dead in two hours… If he was unlucky, three. Could she continue to lie to his face? Would comfort outweigh giving him the news and letting him come to terms with it? …She couldn’t bring herself to go through with it.

“It’s just what they injected you with… Just… Don’t dwell on it. Just think of your village, of seeing your friends, of the life you just began in Sapporo,” she told Hiroto. A thin thread of panic wove into her words, and she tried to force it down. “Let me worry about that.” Could it be a dose low enough that he could survive? …No, like Delphi would have mercy and just scare the two. She could preform CPR, see if it was a dose that could be weathered. She wracked her brains- but ultimately, nothing came to her. She was reduced to what she’d done before- helpless and hopeless.

Her reassurances died out as Hiroto’s back arched, the doctor watching him silently. When he relaxed, he pled with her, requesting her help; comforting him could only go so far.

“Kimishima-”

“I can’t do anything,” she finally blurted out. “There’s no tools to counteract this, and I don’t have anything at my disposal.” The chill seemed to pervade her entire being at this point. A sort of makeshift morgue, she thought distantly. Keep him cold and her awake. Make it a little easier on the cleaners while ensuring she’d have a hard time sleeping. She tried to separate herself from the situation but found it was an impossibility. She had sympathized and empathized with him in an attempt to soothe him, and now it was as if she was seeing a distant friend fight for his life.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated softly to him. “There’s absolutely nothing to be done.”

“Am I going to die?” He sounded shellshocked.

“…I won’t let that happen.” She couldn’t do anything to stop it. The convulsions were becoming more frequent, lasting longer. …He wouldn’t last all that long. Still, maybe she could, maybe that would…

“Hiroto, hold on, let me try-” She was a bit rusty but could remember the procedure. Compressions and checking the airway. Pinching the nose shut, one breath, another breath. She put her all into the CPR- all her determination, all we energy, all her thoughts into making sure he could breathe. Part of her knew she was just prolonging things. The other railed against that, saying she could save him, or help him somehow and ensure he survived… Thirty seconds compression. Two breaths. Thirty seconds compression. A wet crack. The ribs gave way under her hands. Two breaths. Thirty seconds, breathe for him, he won’t make it past two hours and we know it. This is prolonging the inevitable.

“It isn’t,” she hissed in English. She rocked back on her haunches as she began compressions. “I can be a doctor and save him. These sick bastards can’t keep me from doing my job. They can’t- take away what I am,” she said, grunting slightly as she continued the compressions. Better he had broken ribs than was dead. She switched back to Japanese.

“I won’t let these damned reapers take you away,” she said. Her words fell on deaf ears as he struggled through his panic and pain, the paralysis and knowledge that she must be lying. When he came back, body relaxing for a blessed moment, his breathing was deep and swift. A hollow ache nested in his torso where the ribs had been broken. “They think they can toy with life and death. I won’t let them get away with it. I promised you I’d get you through this and I will, dammit! You’re not going to die tonight.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course. I swear to you that you’ll see the next day.”

“And,” she continued to herself in English, “I will ensure no one else comes to the harm that you’ve come by. Strychnine is agonizing. No one else will know this situation like you do. Not ever.” Speaking in English was soothing. It was something she focused more on, allowing her to stay impartial instead of slipping into emotions as she did in Japanese. In English, it was easier to detach. She mechanically continued her efforts to save him.

“…Nn! Stop!” The cry came at the end of a round of CPR. “Stop, fuck, it hurts…!” Nozomi recoiled, looking down at him. They had precious little time to speak. “Kimishima, stop it, oh God…” He wheezed as he spoke, desperately trying to get the words out. “Stop it. Leave me alone. Get away from me, this mess is your fault, you devil!” He spoke the truth. She had caused it- the operation, being foolish enough to think just because her assistant could be trusted not to tell that they wouldn’t find out.

She got up, almost stumbling from numbed legs. She took one careful step back.

Another.

She turned his back to him and sat. She tried to tune out his desperate struggles. She tried to forget how they’d bonded, even if in a shallow way.

She blinked as she felt warmth trickle down her cheeks, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she hunched over. Her fingers dug into her arms as she breathed in. An errant sob took its opportunity to escape. His nails skittered against the floor, stiff and unfeeling; she curled in on herself. Cloth rasped as he contorted from the toxin, and his teeth met with a loud, harsh click. Without realizing, her thoughts began to spill out of her mouth. She felt like she could keep a grip on things in English. Her emotions wouldn’t overwhelm her so readily.

“No, it’s not my…” Fault. Objectively, it wasn’t. But Delphi was doing her damndest to make her think it was. “I was doing what anyone would have!” She heard ragged gasping behind her and heard his body slump as he relaxed, the toxin’s grip gone for a merciful moment. “It’s just their sick way of putting the blame on me, and-!” And someone innocent had to suffer! Her teeth clenched. Her hands shook, balled into fists as she had spoken. She didn’t dare look back as the convulsions began again- dimly wondering if he’d last two hours or three. “It’s not my…” Nozomi’s body shook as she gasped, roughly scrubbing at the tears steadily trickling down her face. “I should…” Just face I can’t save him. But what if she could have, and given up? She was distantly aware that that was it- reversing such a substantial dose of strychnine would be like trying to reverse cyanide poisoning with no tools and no knowledge. She tried not to focus on the wretched sounds as he tensed, gasped, and convulsed on the floor. The absence of breathing was even worse than hearing his shoes scuffle against the floor as his legs struck out or bent up or his back arched and cracked distantly. In her mind’s eye, she could see the demented smile and fear-stricken eyes, the sweat that began to pop out on his skin. She put her hands over her ears and shook her head.

“Doctor…” That was his last word, two and a half hours in. A single moment of begging her, as if she could save him. It took all her self control to not turn around. The sounds of his convulsions would remain burned into her memory, just as this room would visit her at night, in the depths of sleep.

She spent the night with the dead man behind her, never sleeping.

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“And I stayed in there all night. With Hiroto,” she finished. She shuddered, finally reaching for her cooling tea. The rebelling had taken quite a while. “Sometimes I see the room and… I can’t breathe, just like him. I’m returned to that moment in time with him. My heart beats much faster than it should and I feel dizzy, like I’m not getting enough breath,” she confessed. “I’ve been having nightmares since it happened.” Maybe that explained the quiet.

He averted his eyes now. His stomach knotted up, revulsion and guilt overtaking him. The truth was he had been the one to report it. Loyalty to the organization has easily won out, and his ethics came second. She had to learn to follow the rules, and the organization’s morals were his morals- her trying to heal a reporter was beyond the pale for them. He slipped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her close, noticing how she tended a moment before relaxing.

“That’s rough,” he said softly. Damn them. He was to blame for this one. He thought they’d dock her pay or something, not poison someone and leave her alone with the corpse. “I’m sorry, Weaver. I’ll stay with you for the rest of the night and call you in. You could have told me earlier, I could have helped sooner…”

“No,” she said softly, “I can’t afford to show weakness or take a day. I can’t show Delphi that they managed to beat me.” It was more of a personal pride thing, along with defense. If she showed weakness, the sharks might smell blood in the water and manipulate her. She finally picked her tea up, looking into the depths of it. “…Thank you for staying until we have to go.”

(Of course I would, it’s my fault.)

“You’re welcome, Nozomi. Let’s get some sleep.”

[caduceusmidgar]

CADUCEUSMIDGAR -- an independent multimuse and meta roleplay blog for Caduceus Midgar, a Trauma Center and Final Fantasy VII crossover organisation.

Sideblog to @cryogenicmuses -- follows from that blog.

Current featured muses:

Sidney Kasal - Director Naomi Kimishima - Medical Examiner (also employed at Shinra as a surgeon under the alias Nozomi Weaver)

Secondary muses:

Navel - Forensic Investigator (also works alongside Naomi at Shinra on occasion as a surgical assistant)

Other characters may also feature.

Rules under the cut:

RULES

Be excellent to one another! Don't be a dingdong.

Character =/= writer. Just because a character doesn't like your character doesn't mean that I, the writer dislike you or your character!

This blog is LOW ACTIVITY due to it not being my main blog.

I'm autistic. Executive dysfunction is a pain to work with.

When sending in memes, send the whole meme in! And specify which muse it's for!

You're welcome to nudge me for replies but please don't badger me!

I am totally duplicate friendly!

Personal blogs are allowed to follow but please don't clog my notifications. If you have an RP sideblog please ensure that it's clearly noted, thank you!

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

The Game Grumps playing Danganronpa is somehow both amazing to watch and hard to get through. Not because they’re doing bad (as of now), it’s mainly because they’re reminding me how cringeworthy the game’s writing can be. And I’m not just saying this out of nothing, even Dan and Arin are pointing out the bad writing.

On the plus side, Dan voicing Yasuhiro, Byakuya, and Kyoko are the best things to happen so far in this let’s play. I just wish that Arin gave him Celeste as well (I was thinking he could give her a sexy British accent, like how he voiced Nozomi Weaver in their Trauma Center playthrough).