queenofheartsrp | Injection II, Strychnine [Audio]

[The entirety of the transmission, while honest, is rife with the Doctor's trademark deadpan snark.]

...To state the obvious, there is a pronounced lack of men here. I find I actually prefer it, and may have previously jumped to conclusions regarding the taste of our dear Queen.

Ahem! Good evening, Gardens. I believe we may have got off on the wrong foot. My name is Dr. Kiriko. Long ago I was a nurse in the military, and have since moved on to another specialty. But seeing as my first broadcast was immediately met with the fury of a handful of closed-minded individuals, this is not how I shall introduce myself today. 'Reaper' is not a convenient occupation in 'paradise,' and I have no intention of playing the doting nurse any longer.

Truth be told, I am somewhat of a chemist. Should you ever require a draught of some kind, contact me and I will do my best to provide. Remedy for illness, a sleeping potion, an aphrodisiac, a hallucinogen, tear gas, a smoke screen... my talents are broad. Given there is no common currency here, "payment" will vary across individuals... I am a reasonable woman, but please do well to remember that nothing in life is free.

Of course, those of you who are less inclined towards knee-jerk reactions... it will eventually be worth your while to also remember me as the Living Reaper.

One last thing. Some of you may have come in contact with the miser known as "Black Jack."

If I were you, I would do my best to avoid her.

[[ooc: responses may be delayed momentarily due to holiday plans!]]

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[Kiriko clicks her tongue in annoyance. The things Black Jack teaches this poor girl.]

I don't kill anyone who doesn't ask, little girl. But I have a feeling requests will be scarce here, so for now, no, I suppose not.

[She opens her mouth to answer her first vocabulary question, closes it and listens to the next, and then just stares at the screen. There is so much wrong with that statement.. didn't this child go to school? What had this girl done all day...?]

I... Nevermind. I don't expect you'll understand.

You shouldn't kill anyone, even if they ashked! You should try to help them and never give up on them!

[She blinks, then frowns, puffing up her chest, then her reddening cheeks in indignantion.

~~If the manga's any indication, she does chores and watches anime, dramas, and movies all day long.~~]

How rude! Jusht try me.

Pinoko's an adult, Pinoko betsh she can undershtand anything you can. [She folds her arms.] Or are you shaying Pinoko's dumb? 'Cause Pinoko's not jusht a pretty fache, you know!

Jusht ashk Lady Doc!

Yeah, yeah, heard it all before...

[This child was some sort of Lecture Machine, she could tell that much already.]

I didn't say anything of the sort. You're putting words in my mouth. I only figured you would jump to conclusions if I told you that a "draught" is dosage, in this case of chemicals, and a "miser" is a greedy penny pincher.

Ohhhh.

[Is that why?]

[Realization dawns upon her!]

Aaaah! You called my Doc a penny pincher, you jerk!

I could have said worse. You have to admit, if anything, your "Lady Doc" certainly is stingy...

And how many times have you called me a "failed assasin?"

Ummm... jusht three?

[She blushes. Well, Kiriko did have a point!] Maybe four. Five topsh.

Okay, okay, sho Pinoko called you names too, but that's what you look like!

You're sho creepy and you dresh niche, but it jusht reminds Pinoko of all thoshe gangshters in the niche, ekshpenshive-looking shuitsh and hatsh! [She wraps her arms around herself to quell the shivering, but it just makes it more noticable.]

Then, then, they go and beat up Doc and shoot Pinoko and they're jusht awful.

And shomething about you looksh off. Feels off.

It's shcary! Like... like you really are on friendly terms with a reaper. Like death jusht kind of hangs around you like a cloud.

... that didn't make shenshe, did it?

.........

[So she looks like a gangster. ...Reassuring...?

Wait- 'beat up Doc and shoot Pinoko.'

She...

Oh dear. See, this is why Kiriko does not have an assistant. ...Moving on from that unfortunate notion...]

Hmph. I would think that Black Jack would have at least taught you that people cannot be judged by appearances alone, but I suppose that says enough about the content of her character.

[Siiigh. After what she just learned, she's inclined to be easy on the girl and try to explain things rationally.] I've been in my business longer than Black Jack. In ten years, she'll look just like me, I promise you. It's what living on the run tends to do.

Pinoko doesn't usually judge by appearanche, but you're a shpechial cashe. [Oh... well, at least she's honest?

What she says next terrifies her.] P-Pinoko doesn't want Doc or Lady Doc to look that way!

That's awful!

That's alright. You're still Black Jack's little doll to me, anyway.

[Kiriko briefly wonders who this "Doc" could be, but then writes it off as something that isn't her business.]

Heh. Unfortunately, you don't really have a choice. Why don't you ask her, yourself? I'm sure she'd tell you that I am right.

Edited 2012-01-04 03:26 (UTC)

Pinoko coulda taken that as a compliment, if it didn't come from you. Pinoko's not a doll!

[She turns her nose up.]

Fair is fair...

Well, maybe I will.

[Sometimes Kiriko wonders what exactly Pinoko's problem with Kiriko is. Just killing people, or the fact that she's ugly? This girl doesn't make much sense.

Also, more snark:]

Alright. Get back to me on what the dear Doctor says. I'm dying to hear it.

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