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[Thank you. Once the grant money is approved, all those sleepless nights will be worth it.] Shouto was already wealthy thanks to the family money, but Saburo wanted his own independent money. If his research was correct, it'd be the biggest thing in medicine since the discovery of penicillin, or extracting insulin from animal pancreases when diabetes used to be a death sentence. [It's difficult, and I know you dislike being tied to him. But we're both making strides, our parents won't define us forever. People still think I'm a ne'er-do-well due to what mine did. But it is possible to escape that shadow.] He quickly headed back, desperately in need of sleep.

[Sab, tell me something about how the day went]

Shouto always pulled out his phone when he couldn't sleep, running to text him until he could. He sighed as he waited. Sitting up in his cold and quiet hotel room.

[I got thrown up on by a seven year old in surgery.] He couldn't sleep either, his blood type was cheap espresso and his body composition was 21% belgian waffle. He craved sleep more than any drug, but the clock seemed to slow down in response to his yearning.

[Can't sleep?]

OOC

Ugh I'm sick Someone send me nice things, gay things even Little parcels of fluff

[You might have found it quite dry, all genome sequencing and cellular division. All those people I read about at medical school, now paying attention to me. Really quite surreal, I will admit.] He offered, doing his best to remain confident. There was potential, it wasn't going to revolutionize medicine, but it could help with a lot of conditions that were either untreatable or very hard to do so with conventional medicine. [It'll help so many people. Certain conditions that plague us now could become little more than a memory in a generation, like smallpox is today.]

[Sab, tell me something about how the day went]

Shouto always pulled out his phone when he couldn't sleep, running to text him until he could. He sighed as he waited. Sitting up in his cold and quiet hotel room.

[I got thrown up on by a seven year old in surgery.] He couldn't sleep either, his blood type was cheap espresso and his body composition was 21% belgian waffle. He craved sleep more than any drug, but the clock seemed to slow down in response to his yearning.

[Can't sleep?]

[I know, I'm much the same.] [Yeah, the talk went well. It's nice to get some respect in the medical community... I really couldn't have done this without you, I'd be a wreck.] The research was good, stem cell tissue cultures were a viability and his Quirk was necessary for the research.

[Sab, tell me something about how the day went]

Shouto always pulled out his phone when he couldn't sleep, running to text him until he could. He sighed as he waited. Sitting up in his cold and quiet hotel room.

[I got thrown up on by a seven year old in surgery.] He couldn't sleep either, his blood type was cheap espresso and his body composition was 21% belgian waffle. He craved sleep more than any drug, but the clock seemed to slow down in response to his yearning.

[Can't sleep?]

[Sab, tell me something about how the day went]

Shouto always pulled out his phone when he couldn't sleep, running to text him until he could. He sighed as he waited. Sitting up in his cold and quiet hotel room.

[I got thrown up on by a seven year old in surgery.] He couldn't sleep either, his blood type was cheap espresso and his body composition was 21% belgian waffle. He craved sleep more than any drug, but the clock seemed to slow down in response to his yearning.

[Can't sleep?]

(A starter for @cxpedcrusxder)

The rain was a drumbeat without end, pattering against his black umbrella. Gotham University Library was shut, he didn't want to go back to his hotel... He felt like he was onto something, like a horse chomping at a bit. His paper would either impress people, or weird them out, but he was onto something. He could feel it, in the walls. In the streets. "You really are a fair way away." He sighed, looking at the huge house and going up to the front gates. Crouching down, he looked at the doorbell, it had a camera. "Why'd you want a doorbell to be smart? Who looks at a doorbell and thinks 'Y'know what this could do with, a camera so I can watch people.'." Tutting to himself, he pressed the bell and heard it ring, seeing a red light. Meant it was on, probably. "Uh, Mr. Wayne? Do you think I could come in for a bit, it's proper cold out here. And wet." He asked, crouching down to the doorbell's level. Saburo wasn't sure if he was close enough to him to call him Bruce. And calling him Batman would likely get him thrown out, or one of those glares. "I got somethin' that might interest you an' all." The black-haired sorcerer offered.

"She's like a mighty oak, her roots are deep and wide. No matter how far down you've purged, there are depths deeper still." He nodded. As much as the city was a useful hub for trade and civilization to him, the druid was under no delusions of it's tendency to attract darkness. He found the crowding of so many people together disturbing, but it was this underlying feeling of menace he got from it that ensured he lived in the woods. The druid nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate your assistance." He nodded honestly, ensuring they weren't being followed. The city had many ne'er-do-wells, possibly even people bought out by this necromancer. "He'll have set up some base not too far away. A cave or some primitive dwelling." He agreed.

"Once we capture this necromancer, we will destroy everything. His work, his place of abode, any and all texts. The doctrine of purgation still stands, all work relating to that study is to be totally destroyed. I thought my forefathers had done so, clearly some iota survived." He shook his head, clearly ashamed that their attempts at total destruction had failed. "He might know of others, he must be interrogated. I dislike doing it, but I cannot allow this to take hold. We suppressed small uprisings of it before, wiped it out..." To get his hands so bloody, to talk of destruction was not natural for him. Life was sacred, but these people were dangerous, mass killers who would make the innocent suffer and die just to conduct their vile experiments. Swallowing thickly, he did his best to steel his resolve. "I believe this might be spread through the water. Something upstream trickling down, he won't want to be far from it..."

"He likely didn't intend to leave traceable evidence." He mused calmly, looking through the intel with a quick glance or two, ensuring it all went into his eidetic memory for future use. Just in case this man was foolish enough to leave more evidence.

He readjusted his flak jacket, ensuring it sat properly over his... "equipment", to use a polite euphemism for the things he was really carrying. "That seems logical." The dark-haired man concurred, doing as ordered immediately and using some of his genjutsu ability to do so. "Surprisingly often. Usually, other ANBU units do bring people to us, but most of the time, we've been known to go to more discreet locations for intense or prolonged torture." He exampled quickly. "Going after our own targets is also something we do."

Another assignment, he'd almost gotten bored in his apartment, eating mitarashi dango nonstop and reading his books. While he allowed himself hobbies and recreational activity, the darker parts of himself craved his work. It's why he was good at it. A thin, dark eyebrow raised at the mission. A rogue ninja, leaked intel... Well, this promised to be a suitable diversion for the time being. No wonder they picked him, considering some of his abilities. The alias went into his brain as he saw the more senior ANBU member turn to him. "Your alias is Yasakani." After the regalia... Whatever they wanted. Still, the silver hair, the mask... It left little question as to whom he was working with. Despite best attempts, epiphets and titles were given to those in ANBU of note, those who excelled in certain fields.

Equipping the blue and red fox mask to his face, the porcelain fitting perfectly as he nodded, he stated a singular word. "Understood." He told the operator, leaving with his teammate. The mask and demeanour were unmistakable, Kitsune of the Interrogation and Torture Force. Known for being devoted, ruthless and intelligent, his reputation was borne off of his extreme competency and mastery of Summoning Techniques despite an apparently young age. Most considered his understanding of psychology and ability to read people to be unnerving. "Indeed. It's rare to be on missions that requires me to collaborate with other branches." He stated calmly.

chinese high-end business war by 双面笑笑

"Slap!" (But it's Shouto being playful)

"Shouto, darling, if you want a reaction out of me, you'll have to do much better than that..."

Send "Slap!" to slap my muses ass.

Send "Outch!" for the oposite.

"Once we capture this necromancer, we will destroy everything. His work, his place of abode, any and all texts. The doctrine of purgation still stands, all work relating to that study is to be totally destroyed. I thought my forefathers had done so, clearly some iota survived." He shook his head, clearly ashamed that their attempts at total destruction had failed. "He might know of others, he must be interrogated. I dislike doing it, but I cannot allow this to take hold. We suppressed small uprisings of it before, wiped it out..." To get his hands so bloody, to talk of destruction was not natural for him. Life was sacred, but these people were dangerous, mass killers who would make the innocent suffer and die just to conduct their vile experiments. Swallowing thickly, he did his best to steel his resolve. "I believe this might be spread through the water. Something upstream trickling down, he won't want to be far from it..."

"I thought the art had gone extinct after the purge... But they guard their secrets jealously. Either he bided his time, or he's some fool using a spellbook. Regardless, the idea of a possible necromancy resurgence has sent jitters through the Council of Roots." It was part of his mission, to protect the circle of life and death. Necromancy was an affront to it, and doctrine was clear on what to do.

"A more... humane solution might be to destroy his spellbook or the loci for his spellcasting and to simply imprison him for life. Necromantic magic is inimical to life, he needs a non-living conduit for it. Trying to channel it through his body would be lethal." He offered, nodding as he stood using his staff.