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Stichtite moved about the city at a much more efficient pace now that he had the luxury of teleporting. It was… magic… there was no way around it but it had clear rules and limitations so he could justify it to himself. The bonus of not having to touch people in order to drain them was a pleasant upgrade but he still preferred to touch and feel for a heart rate when draining those more unfortunate ones. It was during one of those moments when he noticed something familiar. A chaos signature that he could recognize from a meeting before and with a bit more clarity and direction this time around.

Standing up and wiping his hands off on his jacket before applying hand sanitizer, Lorcan moved towards that signature to see what that icy yet cleanly corrupt was up to. What he had expected was not what he ended up seeing though, a hunched form heaving into a trash can much like some of the drunks he’d seen tonight. The next surprise came when he approached and noticed the smell of alcohol was distinctly missing from them. “Miyamoto?” Standing where they could see him once they came away from the can, he took in the scene up close and waited.

Stichtite’s brow furrowed as he considered what he was seeing and hearing from the senshi as they stood. They looked like s**t, but not like a drunkard or someone who had been drugged. Moving in closer, he pulled a few things from his subspace and worked through what might be going on. It sounded like some sort of migraine or headache but if they had them at such a debilitating level wouldn’t it be reported on? Keeping his voice quiet and his words short and direct.

“Excedrin? Or I can move you somewhere quieter?” Not quite touching them but offering a hand if they needed it, he still watched them and could tell how bad off they were. This was more than a normal everyday headache, much worse and he could remember seeing a few cases almost as bad showing up at his office. The normal medicines he prescribed for that weren’t something he carried around nor were they something that would provide instant relief. His jaw set as he watched them heave up more and stumble, from dizziness or the pain he wasn’t sure but it might as well be both. He felt bad for the corrupt and considered a few more options and pulled an instant ice pack from his subspace as well and offered it to them once they ceased their retching.

Contemplating things he looked over them one more time before resting a hand on their shoulder and sighing. “Rizatriptan should work well enough.” Keeping his voice quiet he sent the other bottle back to subspace and crushed internally about what he was going to be doing. Sending a text to Katya, who he knew was probably working on repairing one of the older pieces of equipment in his home, he let he know to be prepared to cover two signatures. Sliding it into his breast pocket, he looked around just in case as he waited for the buzz of a response. Very few people had this number so it would be her at this time of night.

“Going to my clinic, try not to vomit.” He was as polite as he could be before feeling the buzz against his chest and then teleporting with the corrupt to his home. He could hear, in the back of his mind, the sound of his family rolling in their graves but he ignored it because he was a doctor first and they needed that right now.

Waving towards the mauvian, he went to shut the lights off one by one and led the corrupt towards the examination room down the hall where he knew it was sound proof and would be a place they could recover while he figured out the next step. “This way.” At least he didn’t have to worry about anything really identifiable in his home, it had been a side effect of him having a partial office here. No photos or anything that really showed who he was against his minimalist and clean decor. It was clinical and organized much as everything else about him was. Unless you counted the signs of life his cousin had left in the forms of plush and a singular orchid that they’d dropped off after the last time he’d patched up their tart.

Powering down once they got settled, he brought over a bottle of water for them. “Here, you can lay on the examination table if you need to or there are chairs.” Keeping quiet as he shuffled around the room in the dark, he noted the warning signs that they brought up and almost laughed. “Hard to tell the difference when the warning signs match up with a baseline you already expect.” Taking a seat on his stool as he spoke, making sure to keep the noise to a minimum as he went.

It made him wonder how they’d managed to not get in trouble considering they couldn’t teleport or do much while like this. They had mentioned loyalty but other than that he only knew a bit about this person who stood in the room with them. It seemed the pointed ears weren’t part of the magic but part of their regular appearance which meant the pointed teeth might be as well. It was a bit odd to him, how alternative this person looked in his opinion.

And there was the catch, something he had only the smallest bit of knowledge of so far in his readings about how senshi came to join the negaverse. Crossing one leg over, he rested his chin on his palm as he considered things. “Patient confidentiality, if you wouldn’t mind me handling a bit of this. I would prefer to have anyone who intends on working with me in better shape so you can understand my worry as well when you seem to be in a state like this. I can assist with managing things or, in this case getting you somewhere safer, and I will keep silent on things if you continue to provide me some assistance with my patrols.” He spoke slowly, and carefully so as to not let his voice get too loud.

“I am curious though, if you gave something up that means you were one of them before, weren’t you?” A bit of disgust dripped out at the vague mention of order senshi. But if they had chosen to come to this side of things, and for however long they had been a part of this, then that did also add a bit more credibility to their claim of loyalty. It was something he could work with, could understand to a degree even if he hadn’t given up really anything to join. Unless you counted a bit of his sanity and patience being tested each time something came up with his cousin.

That was a name he’d heard before, at least he thought it might be. It was that doctor on his cousin’s team. The other name sounded family but he’d yet to meet the half youma general. “I’ll start a file of sorts as well. Of course I will keep it under wraps. More and more I hear about how cobbled together order is and it makes me sick. The disorganization of it all, vermin crawling around the city and witches causing trouble…” He rolled his chin in his hand as he shook his head at it all.

“I’ve heard about Wolframite from my general Benitoite. So I can understand parts of things, I will also write that allergy down in case things come up. I joined things as a favor in part to Benitoite directly, as well as picking up a bit of a duty that was left by the wayside over the centuries in my family. Though I will always be a doctor or medic first so keep that in mind.” He could respect them, at least in part given the sacrifice they had made. It wasn’t one he would do, family was the most important thing to him with the strongest proof being his participation in all of this.

“Starting to feel it easing up at all? I may have some other sample prescriptions in my cabinet here.”

With a sharp nod, Lorcan got up and sifted through the samples as he considered what would not react with the other medication they had taken before. Each thing had its own method of providing relief and effected different pathways in the body. Deciding on something, he set it down near the other and returned to his chair. “I agree, not that I don’t think I can fight, but I would rather focus on my main skillset as I have a feeling that there aren’t as many medics in this as fighters.”

Crossing his leg over, he pondered things about what might be causing issues. It was a puzzle all its own and he wanted to solve it if possible but that would depend on if this corrupt would come back. “I can take a look in the future, run some tests if you want to try and figure things out about the cause. Though it also may be something that avoids discovery as things in the head tend to do frequently.” Not even considering the mental side of things, a type of medicine he had no delusions of knowing much about. Reading people, maybe, but the things that cause issues in the mind were outside of his purview.

“Youma are something I haven’t experienced yet but I find them curious. I’ve read into things but I still haven’t formed a full opinion on them yet.” Even if he knew he could in theory find one of his own at this point. They didn’t sit quite right with him yet but they still sat better than the magic did.

“I’ll leave you to rest for now and when you’re feeling well enough you can head out. I need to compile some notes in my home office.” And since the main part of this was over, he intended to get back to work.