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And there's a creepy doll

WHO: Medicine Melancholy, Roman Torchwick (+Neo at the end)
WHEN: 3/25-ish?
WHERE: Some random back street.
WHAT: Roman insulted a doll so he's gonna get poisoned. Oops.

[Medicine hadn't really been looking for him--well, she had her eyes open for Roman but she hadn't been asking about for him or anything. It really had been luck and the fact that she was so small. She had been looking for other things; humans always seemed to dispose of really poisonous things in dumpsters, after all.

She's looking through some of the garbage bags when she feels a tug. Su-san, the little doll that was always with her, was tugging at her hair from her rest on Medicine's shoulder. She turns around and raises a single finger to quiet Su-san down.

This man was going to realize his mistake of making of doll-kind. She was going to make sure of it. So, she walks out of the shadows and looks up at him. She doesn't even come up to his knee but she doesn't really care.

She glowers at him.]

Are you going to take back what you said about dolls?

[She'll give him a last chance.]

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[Roman certainly hadn't been looking for her. He's had a long night negotiating with a stubborn weapons dealer in a dank rathole of a bar. Frankly, he's ready to go back to his cushy hotel room and take a nice, long bath to wash away the stench of mildew and stale smoke. He's done dealing with assholes and idiots tonight.

He glares back down at her.]

As much as I'd love to stay and rehash our entire conversation, Dollface, I've got more important business.

[He steps around her and continues down the alley.]

This is important--

[She didn't like how he was pushing her off. Didn't like how he didn't even stop for a moment to even talk. She hates human as a baseline but that only makes her decide what to do next.

This wasn't a place that had rules against attacking humans and Roman was an evil human, right? It didn't matter then--the doll on her shoulder gives her hair a small tug again.] You're right, Su-san. We don't have to listen to any human!

[She'll make the first attack, flooding the alley with a faint purple mist. At first it doesn't do anything but it definitely doesn't seem to be just any fog.] Poison Breath!

[Oh, for fuck's sake. He just wants one night where things go smoothly. Is that too much to ask?

A shin-height doll is more of an annoyance than a threat, but he's not going to stick around in a sketchy toxic fog. He spares a glance back and a single shot at her before he makes a break for it, trying to hold his breath. He fully intends to teach this freak a lesson as soon as he gets to clearer air.]

[The shot hits close and the force is enough to knock Medicine off her feet. Not to mention to end the smaller doll flying off her shoulder. As neither one breathed, she didn't really care if the poison stayed.

If anything, the fog seems to intensify as Medicine lingers behind trying to see if Su-san was seriously hurt. Oh, h was going to pay for this!]

[Being human, while it's clearly the best thing to be, does have its downsides-- the need to breathe, for example. He holds his breath for as long as he can, but his chest burns and in the end he can't help gasping a great lungful of fog. He coughs reflexively, bristling with alarm as he waits for the pain to hit.

It never does. He straightens himself, puzzled and just a touch lightheaded, but more or less unharmed. Looks like the bark was worse than the bite after all. In an instant he's back on the offensive, taking two more shots at the doll, aiming for her abdomen. If he breaks her in two, will the head still be able to talk? He's dying to find out.]

[That was the thing about the poison. It didn't exactly seem all that bad, at first. It would just weaken his immunity to poison. She had seen him smoking so she thought... maybe, she could just use what was already in his system.

Not that it matters when he began to line up another two shots at her. She scrambles up to try to hide behind a dumpster. The first scored a direct hit on her leg while the second missed. There was a sound like cracking glass as her leg was blown off.

No blood, of course, since she was a doll but instead a cracked porcelain leg was laying where Medicine had been not too long ago.] You--!

[As if responding, the fog seems to thicken.]

[There was certainly enough for her to use. He may not be smoking now but he'd spent most of the negotiations in a haze of cigar smoke. It helped build his classy criminal image, and as an added bonus it had kept his hands busy so he couldn't punch that stupid smirk off the weapon's dealer's face.]

You're the one who started this fight, sweetheart. Don't blame me if you bit off more than you could chew.

[He makes his way toward the dumpster, swinging his cane and whistling a jaunty tune. Despite this show of nonchalance he's constantly scanning the alleyway for any signs of movement in the fog-- if it's not poison then it must be a smokescreen. Either way, he wants to finish this quickly and get out before she manages to use the fog to her advantage.

Not too fast though. He's still willing to sacrifice a little time for style. He picks up the porcelain leg and studies it.]

Huh! You really are just a toy. So, tell me, can you still feel pain?

[He can't see exactly where she is, but he shoots in the general vicinity of the dumpster. Fortunately, with his explosive rounds, accuracy isn't a big concern.]

[She wants to yell back at him but Su-san tugs at the hem of her dress to stop her. That was right. He might be a human but he did manage to cripple her already. It was embarrassing... She would have to fix herself up later since there was no doll-maker in Genessia that she knew of.

For now, though, she had to focus on not being hit once more. The fog was both a smoke screen and a toxin. All she had to do was keep herself and Su-san safe for now. Which meant diving under the dumpster itself. Being so small had it's advantages, after all. That didn't mean the pressure of the explosion didn't get to her, it did, but with no internal organs to worry about she didn't really care.

As to the question, did she feel pain? Yes. Oh, yes, she did but that only fueled her anger as the toxic fog grew more and more poisonous. Medicine's innate knowledge of poisons told her that it would start taking effect soon. Hopefully.]

[He doesn't notice the poison setting in at first. His racing pulse and the butterflies in his stomach were only natural. It was the thrill of the hunt, the rush of power that came with cornering his prey. The movement caught his eye. Trying to hide under the dumpster, was she? Not very clever to trap herself like that. He headed towards it, squinting through the fog to try and get a clearer view. ]

That's not going to keep you safe for long, you know!

[The stench of garbage and rot rolls over him as he gets closer and his stomach lurches. It occurs to him for the first time that this might not be nerves-- he doesn't feel terrible, but he's sure the smell hadn't bothered him this much a minute ago. He's got to end this now.

He kneels by the dumpster and bends over to look underneath. The movement makes his head spin and stars close in on his vision for a second. A flash of alarm crosses his face before it's replaced with a snarl.]

All right, Dollface. [He thrusts the muzzle of his cane just under the dumpster.] Last chance: undo whatever this is or I'll blow you sky high.

[She knew it. How did a stupid human manage to corner her like this? It was... Su-san tugged at her clothes.]

I-- [Oh. Right, Su-san. The little doll that was always with her wouldn't let her go down like this. Medicine gives a quick nod. The doll crawled out from under the dumpster as Roman's busy with Medicine.] If you do that, then there won't be anyone to undo it!

[Su-san takes this moment of distraction to try to fly behind Roman. Maybe if she can distract him for long enough then Medicine can crawl away.]

Not in the mood to negotiate! Ten... nine...

[The distraction works beautifully. He stops the countdown to scramble to his feet and face Su-san, but before he can take aim at her a wave of nausea rolls over him. He freezes, hardly paying attention to Su-san as he takes a deep breath and fights back the urge to be sick. It's a stupid move. He knows it's a stupid move, but he's Roman Torchwick and his vanity won't allow him to embarrass himself by--

Shit--

He makes a break for one of the trash cans by the dumpster and throws up in it. But turning your back on an enemy is a great way to die so he wastes no time in raising his cane as soon as he's finished. He leans on the dumpster as he searched the alley through the sights of his cane, ignoring the way it shook in his hands.]

You think a dirty trick is going to save you, huh? Well, I've got n-- news for--

[He apparently does not have news for her, because he drops his cane in favor of clutching the trash can and emptying his stomach into it again.]

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[If she was a breathing thing she would let out her breath in a sigh of relief now. Su-san takes the moment to retrieve the fallen leg, dragging it back to Medicine. She gabs it in her arms.]

You're lucky that lady didn't want you dead!

[And, now? She'll crawl out from underneath the dumpster. She'll limp out of the alley, clutching onto Su-san for support. It's not the glorious victory she wanted but the young youkai isn't proud enough to stay.

A few moments later without her around, the fog would dissipate.]

[He'd really like to yell after her, but he can't seem to catch his breath enough to do so. He settles for firing off one last round towards her. It won't hit-- even if he could see properly, his hands are shaking too badly-- but it makes him feel like he's gotten the last word in.

His body disagrees. The recoil hits him hard and he slumps back against the dumpster. Part of him is disgusted. No matter how ill he's feeling, there are plenty of less filthy things around to lean on. It's a vanishing voice of reason though, drowned out by the pounding in his head and the growing sense of dread. He still can't get enough air and his whole body feels wrong somehow, unresponsive and twitchy, like he's a stupid kid again strung out on something he couldn't handle. He won't be able to make it home like this.

He pulls out his phone and slides down the dumpster to sit with his knees pulled to his chest. It takes a minute to navigate the menus with his clumsy fingers, but he manages to open a video chat with Neo. He braces his hand against his knee to steady it. The video shakes anyway.

He smiles at the camera. His voice is full of forced nonchalance and he has to pause to catch his breath every so often.]

Evening, Neo! Hate to-- to bother you, but-- I could use a lift home.

[Stuck back at the hotel is hardly fun but eh, if she has to, she'll go bug Gintoki again and make him do some work for her.

Luckily it won't come to that because she hears her communication device go off. Blinking, she picks up only to see Roma looking- well not very Roman like. She squints rather dangerous white eyes because if someone did this to him, to make him seem so- broken then she's got some stabbing to do.

But for now, she nods and and hones in on his aura, even if it's a bit low. With a wave of her hand she's able to hop from portal to portal and appear in the alleyway beside him within a few moments of his call.

She shuts her device off and circles in front of him, kneeling to look him over with white eyes flickering to pink in slight worry. Even bad guys worry for other bad guys, especially when he was a special bad guy to her.]

[If anyone has to see him like this then he's glad it's Neo, but that doesn't mean it's comfortable. Neo is the first person he's cared about in a long time. He's still not accustomed to letting anyone see his weakness, much less accustomed to the guilt that comes from worrying her. He chuckles and spreads his palms to diffuse the situation.]

Don't give me that look. You should see the other g--

[It ends in a startled gasp as his arm spasms, jerking convulsively and sending his cane clattering across the alleyway. It's already over by the time he grabs the rogue limb with his other hand but he just stares at it, wide-eyed and confused, until he remembers that Neo is still watching.

He looks up at her and despite his best efforts there's a tinge of panic in his eyes. He's used to danger, but he knows what to expect from a gunshot wound. Having his own body rebel against him is new and frightening territory.]

Or perhaps we should just-- go home.

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[She usually never gives a shit about most things which included when others were in pain, however, Roman wasn't an 'other', other than HER other half of crazy. Neo also never voiced herself much since it was better to make people uncomfortable but there was a one in a trillion chance...and here it came.

Her eyes watch his cane clank to the ground and the wide eyed look isn't lost on her. She grips hi shoulders and stares at him with worry and fury. She's so used to him telling her what to do that she can't think unless he guides her..

She kneels and touches his face with her hands, staring him over before she finally, really, speaks up.]

....Who did this to you...?[Because she might just need to stab a bitch.]

[He closes his eyes and leans into her touch, raising his hand to cover hers. She's always been able to ground him and he could really use that right now. He focuses on her warmth and the rare comfort of her voice. He must really look like shit if she's speaking.]

That stupid toy. Dollface.

[It hits him that if he were in her position, he'd be thinking about vengeance. His eyes snap open and now he's the one grabbing her shoulders.]

Don't you dare think about going after her right now!

[He's practically growling, which isn't pleasant on a raw throat but he can't help it. He did not call her up so she could run off and pick fights, damn it.]

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[She squints a bit, raking her mind for good ways to possibly dispose of a stupid doll.

Eyes flicker back to white as he turns to look at her, squinting justly with her hand touching the back of his.]

I was suppose to be the one to protect you. How can I if you tell me not to go after her? She deserves a thousand deaths for what she's done to you.

[Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and allows her eyes to settle back to pink and brown.] What am I suppose to do without you around?

[So much for her grounding him. He recoils as if she'd slapped him. It had never even occurred to him that he might die. He was so sure himself and even more confident in Neo; between the two of them, he thought they were invincible. But here she was, talking as if he was already dead. As if she was just giving up on him.

He laughs but it's a thin, desperate sound devoid of any humor.]

Relax, Neo. I'm not going anywhere, I just--

[He has to stop to catch his breath again. In the relative silence the off-beat hammering of his heart seems unbearably loud.]

Just need a damned holiday. A little rest and then-- then we'll...

[He trails off as a wave of dizziness washes over him and his vision clouds. He fights it at first-- what if she's right? What if he passes out and never wakes up?-- but even that thought is too hard to hold onto for long. His eyes roll back and his body goes rigid for a second before he falls back against the dumpster and begins to convulse.]

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