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Post by WarFran on May 20, 2015 3:43:35 GMT -8
After centuries of living in HQ and having all sorts of swear words thrown at him from angry, offended Apprentices, Fran knew enough German to know that the petite medic was swearing with it. His smile grew kind, but twitched with amusement. Oh how annoyed Grim must be with him, along with every other member of HQ... Fran was used to this. He was used to being hated. It was perfectly fine, perfectly normal.
If being hated ensured he would be remembered, he'd be happily hated for as long as he served HQ. If being labelled as someone annoying and 'to-be-avoided' would turn people away from wanting to get to know a darker, more broken, deeper man, he'd stay hated. His presence was bad for people. It was not good to be around someone like him for long. People should keep their distance, and rightfully hate him. He deserved to be hated, he deserved to be...misunderstood.
"Oh I wouldn't fuck it just yet, Grimmy~" he teased, his warm smile still etched determinedly on his face. Yup, too bad, he understood your German, Grim. "I am very much content with all your honest answers. To be frank, mufufu, I did not expect to get any answers out of you. Hehe~ I consider today's conversation...highly rewarding...time well spent..."
Springing energetically to his feet, he began to hum an old Celtic tune as he threw off the scrubs shirt Grim had given him, and promptly put on his heavily stained robes. He hadn't intended to actually obtain any piece of clothing from Grim, and from the start had already planned to wear his own robes again, regardless of how tainted with Crimson they were. After all, nothing hid his scars quite so well as his own robes... Folding the shirt neatly, he presented it back to Grim, much like a prince would present a valuable gift to an important person.
"I thank you for this, and for your concern, as well as your time, as I wasted much of it by demanding your attention~" he hummed, bowing his head at the medic in humble gratitude. "I shall be on my way now, back to my quarters~ Would you...care to join me for a walk there?" He smiled charmingly and genuinely at Grim, lifting his head up to look directly at him with studying crimson eyes. Fran asked this more for Grim's sake than his own... The secretly-concerned Second-In-Command thought it nice for the medic to be able to get some fresh air after being trapped here and tending to Apprentices for hours on end...but was mentally prepared for the possibility that he, like every other Apprentice in HQ, would misunderstand his good intentions, and take it as a sort of haughty harassment from a superior instead.
The ex-war tactician was fine with that. It was normal, really. As long as Grim got some fresh air and rest, he was fine with whatever Grim thought about him. After all, his Apprentices' well-being would always come first in his mind.
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Post by MIRG on May 20, 2015 7:12:21 GMT -8
Grim stuck out his tongue defiantly, only bummed that Fran knew those vulgar words. The man was full of surprises after all. Besides, swearing is a universal language. Still, he was truly more tired than angry. That's another trait of his: his emotions die as fast as they come. Perhaps in some way, that's a blessing in disguise. After all, he couldn't be angry at someone for a really long time. Maybe some disdain but never hatred running deeply through his veins.
Staying silent, his nonchalance shifted towards confusion at the man's abrupt change in attitude. It was puzzling and his tired mind couldn't process things as quickly as it would. What was the meaning of this? Is he going to be serious now? If he was truly sincere this time... maybe... just maybe... he wouldn't mind doing the same. Another chance, Grim mentally resounded. Perhaps it really was his fatigue mind talking.
"Ah, t-thank you too...?" He muttered awkwardly, unsure of his own current emotions, or how he should even direct them to Fran. Returning the bow as primal respect, the medic simply gave a tired smile as he rested the folded shirt on his chair. Respect, that was what he was looking for.
"I'll be obliged. Lead ze way." Crushing his burnt out cigarette in the ashtray, Grim pulled back the curtain with a swift drag, dissipating the choking smoke within the semi-enclosed partition. Fran was pretty cool with his smoking, both mentally and physically; that, the medic can wholeheartedly agree.
Not the wisest call to follow, he reckoned. Since he was going the apprentice another chance, he might as well put his faith in him. Even if his superior was going to make the return trip a misery, the medic had already mentally prepared himself for it and he was pretty confident that at this point, nothing fazed him anymore; especially not Fran. Grim seemed to have understood some concepts of how Fran's gears work on the exterior it seems.
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Post by WarFran on May 21, 2015 3:01:27 GMT -8
Smiling gently, and slightly smugly, that Grim had obliged him, Fran led the way out of the infirmary, unfazed and completely unaffected by the stares that he received from passers-by. He couldn't blame them, after all. The Apprentice Second-In-Command was currently donning blood-stained robes, and trotting happily alongside a petite medic, carelessly humming a tune with a slight bounce in his step. The sight was jarring, ironic, eye-catching, attention-grabbing, as if the two were pulled out of a random Adventure Time episode and plonked randomly in the middle of HQ. And yet, Fran remained indifferent, beaming casually and ignoring all those stares and hushed whispering.
He was used to it. This was normal.
500 years had passed, and still nothing had changed...
He was used to it.
This was…normal.
"Why a medic, Grimmy?" He asked suddenly, turning around to look at Grim with curious crimson eyes, smiling encouragingly down at him. "Why choose this job? Enlighten your superior. Curious, he is, about you~~~"
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Post by MIRG on May 21, 2015 7:11:14 GMT -8
His steps were a tad delayed as Grim swiftly grabbed his white coat along with him. Of course, the contrasting colours on his superior's outfit was drawing attention at them. It wasn't that he particularly minded the gazes, but observant as he was, it wasn't difficult to notice some of the looks were in disdain and even abhorrence towards his patient. The man however, was positively smiling, with a spring in his steps. This was a strange sight to behold and it was beginning to bother the shorter man.
Glancing up at Fran who seemed a little distracted with his own thoughts, the medic daringly gripped onto his unharmed shoulder and weighed it down with his own weight to throw his coat over his superior's shoulders. As he had predicted, the coat seemed more fitting on Fran than himself. Perhaps he should consider getting one tailored to fit his smaller stature soon.
"Because zis is the shit I had to deal with..." He replied with a light smile, not exactly answering his question. Why did he say that? Flickers of vivid images flashed before his eyes: That... was a small raided house. There were young Jewish children in there... The younger brother was there, crying.... his older brother was as cold as ice... splashed in red...
What did the German do... in that situation...? Promised that he'll be fine, it seems. Believing that he could .... save h i m. Naive. Too naive. Bleeding... too much bleeding... The younger boy was forcing a smile bitterly, giving thanks despite the immense grief he felt...no... that was not what he wanted...
With a hand over his mouth, the medic felt an overwhelming nausea. The floor and ceiling was unifying before his eyes, but with a few quick breaths and shutting of his eyes, the medic somewhat regained his composure. "T-that's confidential, Fran..." He gulped after answering his question again, shaking his head slightly. Whatever that was, it was going to be an unpleasant trip down memory lane, the blonde grimaced inwardly.
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Post by WarFran on May 27, 2015 1:56:21 GMT -8
"Thank...you...?"
The surprisingly warm and kind gesture of throwing his coat over his shoulders caused Fran to blink down at the shorter man several times in surprise in response to the gesture. He wondered what was going through the medic's mind as he confessed that "zis" was the "same shit" that he had to deal with as well. He gazed down at him in concern.
He looked unwell....not only physically so, but also...mentally so. How much had this child had to go through before and after death...? Too much...far too much..., came the thought as the two walked together in silence for several moments. Fran's gaze softened, and his smile faded just slightly, as he realised that he was in no position to help the blonde-haired medic. It was a pity that Grim didn't trust his superior well enough to confide these things in him...not that Fran could blame him. He had always come off as a shady character to everyone, after all. It was best if everyone stayed away, and kept their distance from someone like him...
"You don't have to tell me, Grimmy~" Fran sang cheerfully, before pulling Grim's lab coat firmly over his shoulders and continuing on his way with a light bounce in his step. The coat fitted him perfectly. It must be a little too long and ill-fitting for the more petite-sized medic. He made a mental note to have one properly tailored for him soon. "I was just asking to make conversation~ your business is strictly your business~" He remarked, waving casually at him as if he didn't really care to know why Grim became a medic and had simply asked out of boredom. It was just like the Apprentice Leader to put on this front when it came to dealing with cases like Grim. It was his own form of reassurance that he would probe no further on the matter...
"Are you curious to know what I chose to be before I assumed this position, Grimmy?~" He asked in his cheery sing-song voice, staring straight ahead as the two walked through the winding corridors of Death's HQ, past countless other Apprentices who shot Fran wary looks as he passed. "Take a guess~" he grinned cheekily, looking down at Grim as he said so.
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Post by MIRG on May 28, 2015 2:52:43 GMT -8
Still flustered, the german boy stammered, "All that matters is the present...P-perhaps I'd share another time..." Grim then gave a forced smile. He'd rather not think too much at this point when a memory relapse might occur again. He wasn't quite sure what was the trigger after all.
His clenched fists promptly loosened with another inquiry. Adjusting his collar, the blonde gave a chuckle as he considered. Whatever job he had, Fran probably annoyed the heck out of his colleagues. From what little he knew, his best guess was a bodyguard since he was capable of taking several human hunters at a time.
"I'd say housekeeper." Grim smirked with a hopeful glint in his eyes. A terribly silly image of Fran cleaning the HQ with a mop and cleaner attire popped in his mind, causing the younger man to burst into laughter at his own imagination.
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Post by WarFran on Jun 3, 2015 7:28:48 GMT -8
"Pfft~~ Mufufu, really now Grimmy, do I really resemble one of them french maids?~~ Haha..." His laughter rang bright and cheerful through the echoey corridors, as the borrowed lab coat billowed behind him like a white flag. "Though I'd probably fit in there really well. After all, I can whip up a pretty mean meal~ Mufufu~" His grin was wide, genuine, and he was slightly out of breath from the laughing. Really, the medic could be such a tease when he wanted to be...
"I have changed jobs several times over the years, especially before assuming this current position of mine~" He explained cheerfully, bouncing from side to side as he walked. "There was a period of time when I was suspended from Reaping, when I Fell, you know," he shielded his mouth with his hand, giving him a wink as if this was supposed to be some secret between the two of them, "So I had to switch jobs from Full-Time Reaper to something that...didn't involve Reaping. For awhile."
He folded his arms and cocked his head to the side as he looked at Grim with a curious expression on his face. "Here's a hint, Grimmy. I get injured easily, that is, if those plebs can actually land a hit on me. Which isn't too often, just so you know. So I searched for a job that'd allow me to learn to cope with my weak constitution~" He wrapped the medic lab coat comfortably around him, adjusting its collar as he said this. "It just so happens that this profession allows me to wear the colour that I enjoy wearing on a daily basis as well..." He grinned enigmatically at Grim, as he continued with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Care to take another more well-informed guess, Grimmy? Perhaps you'll find that you and I...we aren't too far off or different after all...mufufu~~"
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Post by MIRG on Jun 6, 2015 23:17:02 GMT -8
Grim was pretty good at taking hints, and a frown graced his features as he looked over at Fran in disbelief. Was this a joke? Even if he had a convincing story to accompany it, it was still difficult to picture. His expression dissolved into a simple smile, as the medic gave a few nervous chuckles, "You're kidding, right?" He had to be...
The momentary silence between them brought back the scowl on his face. "...Really? A medic?" The common trait associations with medic were caring, affectionate and generally pleasant feelings... and his superior seemed to fit in some of them, except in a more skewed manner. "Well, that's a surprise..." He mumbled, genuinely sceptical of this new information.
"Did you like it...?" He added curiously. The blonde began to imagine Fran in his position as he folded his arms. It wasn't ... impossible. Making a turn, they were reaching their destination in a bit. And the german was already wondering how he should get his coat back.
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Post by WarFran on Jun 25, 2015 4:16:01 GMT -8
"You are not the first to think so, Grimmy~ Mufufu~" Fran grinned mysteriously at Grim all Cheshire-like, as he walked onward, his hands tucking into the pockets of Grim's medic coat. It was a strange and nostalgic feeling, being in this uniform. He had loved this uniform back when he had been a medic -- especially since it was so similar to his own usual robes, even down to its pure shade of white. The only thing it was missing were those ornate gold trimmings he had on his usual robes... "Believe it or not, I'm not kidding, and yes, really. Really really." He chuckled softly as he dealt Grim this confirmation, clearly amused at how disbelieving the younger medic was about this new revelation.
"To be perfectly honest, yes, I did like it~" he nodded, his warm smile growing as he reminisced his previous job title, although the recalled memories brought along some pain and sorrow with that satisfaction. "I am fond of learning new things, and being a medic enabled me to learn such new things in a field that I find particularly...useful~" His hands shifted in his pockets as he looked down towards Grim, a soft expression in his crimson eyes as he gazed upon the current-medic. "I have a great deal of respect for people in the medical profession, and so, it was natural that I wanted to learn to be like them -- pick up some skills here and there, learn to patch myself up, and more importantly, learn to patch others up...Unfortunately there are also certain people in this profession that spoil it's good name..." he remarked casually, thinking, with slight bitterness, about a certain Hunter leader... A soft sigh escaped his lips as he continued.
"And of course, with every job comes a downside~ I find it particularly painful, for example, to watch someone suffer, or worse, die under my charge. There is only so much we can do to heal the living. Or the dead, however you see us~ But once they're gone, there is simply no way to bring them back..." A sort of unreadable melancholy glazed across his face as he shifted his gaze from Grim to his hand, which he had pulled out of the medic coat pocket. "Still. It's nice to know that these hands and this mind-" he tapped on his temple, "-are capable of doing things besides ending lives~ Hehe~"
For someone who had spent his entire life and afterlife ending lives, however justified and necessary it might have been, being someone who was able to save lives instead had been a refreshing change for Fran indeed. (Even if these said 'lives' belonged to that of dead people...) Besides, the surgical skills and first aid knowledge did came in handy after every particularly brutal fight. Especially when his own Apprentice Leader was so unwilling to be brought to the infirmary for public treatment...
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Post by MIRG on Jun 28, 2015 6:16:32 GMT -8
"It's not easy being a medic and I've learnt that through the hard way..." The medic added along with a lopsided smile. He could empathise with the guilt pangs of apprentices dying in his surgical hands. In that aspect, apprentices were very similar to humans and that is absolutely unfortunate. "I wouldn't say we're exactly saving lives, since, well... they are not alive to begin with..." It was still strange and he still couldn't entirely wrap his mind around it. He could say that he was getting numb and used to their deaths but he would be lying.
But hey, a job is a job and he'll do it to the best of his abilities. The blonde couldn't help but chuckle at Fran's little tapping on his 'mind'. When he's not being annoying, he can be quite a good partner for chitchats huh? The young man mused at his thought. The terrible nickname was starting to grow on him, much to his dismay. Yet, it would do absolutely no benefit to encourage Fran by responding to said name.
"... Guess that means that we can find you for any future injuries huh?" He inquired in an expectant tone as he put on a sly grin. He wouldn't refuse now, would he? Like he would always say, the medic office is always looking for doctors.
Stopping just beside the doorstep, Grim promptly extended his hand in silent request for the return of his snow coat. The walk had refreshed his mind and kept him peppier than he was being stuck in the office. Optimism might've been more apparent in his current mannerisms but the doctor was almost certain that it would go unnoticed by his senior. Almost certain.
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Post by WarFran on Aug 26, 2015 0:58:04 GMT -8
"Indeed, you bring up a fair point, Grimmy~" he chuckled, folding his arms in front of him. "How about this: if you don't want to call it 'saving lives', how about...'returning second chances'?~ Mufufu~ After all, though it is true that we are not quite alive as we used to be, I do take this second 'life'-" he brought up two fingers on each hand to emphasise the inverted commas on the word 'life', "-as a second chance to redeem ourselves. To accomplish things we weren't able to accomplish during our first chances...or even to finish and complete them when we left them unfinished~" The pair was almost at his doorstep at this point, as Fran turned to look down at the younger medic with a warm, knowing smile on his face.
"Some people say we are cursed--cursed with a duty and bound for near-eternity~ I, however, believe that we might very well be...the lucky ones.
After all, how many people get a second shot at redemption, eh? Mufufu~"
Coming to a stop outside his own room door, Grim's question had him laughing gaily in response, as he returned his hands to the medic coat pockets. "Of course you may, Grimmy~ You will probably find that...I am relatively 'in-practice' as well~" he chuckled, grinning cheekily at the petite blonde before him. Just days ago he had helped patch up his own Apprentice Leader. His skills as a medic were clearly still there, somehow. Even after all these years...
Blinking down innocently at Grim's outstretched hand, the silver-haired Apprentice Leader let out a mock pout and whine before putting his hands on the collar of the coat, making to take it off on request. He stopped in mid-motion just as he beamed sneakily at the medic before him.
"Exhilarating, it is, to see that the creases in your brows have sorta sorted themselves out~" he sang mischievously, casting him a knowing glance. "I guess it's about time that I...return this familiar article of clothing to you, oh great Doctor Grimmy..." Bending down as if to whisper to Grim, and only Grim, his voice lowered to barely above a whisper, although the melodious undertone remained embedded in it.
"...but only after you promise me one thing, Grimmy..." he began, with a wink, "Just this one thing: That no matter what happens in the near future...
...you'll stay strong. Always."
With that, he gave a light laugh and straightened himself, ruffling Grim's hair for the last time before he would be retreating to the comfort of his room.
"So~~~ Do I have your word?~"
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Post by MIRG on Sept 11, 2015 2:55:30 GMT -8
Cursed or blessed? That is debatable to the young man. It was something that he could only tell with time. A very long time. Grim simply nodded in agreement with his superior. "I could use more walking, I agree." He gave a short chuckle, before realising that Fran had stopped short and asked for a promise in exchange for his coat. Ah, classic. It wasn't a difficult promise, but his intentions seemed far beneath the surface. The medic could tell that he was still restraining himself, but he made no effort to continue asking... at least for now. Despite that, he knew this underlying curiosity and questions that were growing within him had to be addressed soon. Fran knew things. And he had answers for his questions. "You have my word. I expect nothing less from you as well." He stated in a light hearted manner, as he plastered another grin on his face. This was a favour with no other available answers; how could he say no? Still, he was never known to keep his promises and Fran had just witnessed that a while ago with regards to his name, so nothing new. Retrieving his coat with a satisfied smile, the blonde simply bid farewell to his superior with his fluffed up hair. Would he keep his promise? It wasn't up to him, he thought to himself. He'd still try. For now, the only thing the german focused on was on his job but someday, he'd probably question Fran again. FIN
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