[Megumi Shinsetsu]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Happenstance Meeting [attr="class","rhythm"] "Please Do Not Fear The Reaper, Nor Her Envoy For Their Job; For We Are The Soul's Keepers, The Kind Danse Macabre." The words were uttered as the air grew cold, the tall woman's skin grew dark and black.  Her skeletal structure underneath would start to illuminate and shine through her skin, her body and makeup manifesting and modifying the clothes on her body.  A well trained smile held upon her face, as Megumi had transformed into the Prophet of Kindness herself.  Borrowing her Lady's visage and using the name bequeathed upon her, Mercy had been going for nightly strolls as her Lady Kindness' face. Making nightly strolls through the semi-safe sections of Tokyo Bay, Mercy sought to improve upon her body's capabilities.  This blessing that Lady Kindness bestowed upon her was still one that needed time and effort to appropriately hold, as even holding this form was super draining.  Such quirk trainings became hard to explain within her family's household, as Mercy was very much aware of how repugnant her parents can get if their own priestess of a daughter strayed away from the message of their sect.  Last time Mercy had brought the topic up, her parents had taken it upon themselves to destroy her laptop; claiming that the internet was filling her head with foul ideas before returning to lounging in front of the television to absorb whatever garbage without any critical thought.  She knew for a fact that there would be hell to pay if their world-view was shattered from gazing upon Mercy's newly borrowed form. Nonetheless, she made nightly strolls and would speak well with whatever locals remained awake during the twilight hours.  Even running into a hero or two that were curious about her appearance, but couldn't disprove that this was her natural state of appearance.  Turning inland as she was about finished for the day, her ears would catch something rather dreadful.  The sound of a sickening splatter against the pavement, along with a howl of agony.  Mercy would hasten her even, practiced pace as she turned a corner into an alleyway.  The appearance of a businessman was barely illuminated within the dingy alley, a leg bent in a manner it wasn't supposed to and dread ever so present on his face. "Why did I have to land on my feet, it would've ended if-," The grief stricken business man would holler out loud, definitely going through some shock as bones were sticking out of his legs and him bleeding out.  His voice would continue out in a rather wrought state, and Mercy would soon approach him. "There there, lost soul," Mercy would gently approach the rather startled businessman, who in his surprise was rather frightened by the macabre appearance of the tall woman.  However, Mercy was faster than that of a crawling, injured man.  Closing the distance, she would crouch and place a hand on his wound, as she allowed her Soul Energy pass into his leg.  The man soon realized his pain was gone.  "There, there.  I suppose you attempted to end your life?"  A meek nod from the businessman would only allow Mercy to continue, "Then allow me to grace your final moments with comfort.  Whatever woes that caused you to such means, just know that such pain will fade in the afterlife.  You'll find peace and comfort for the rest of Eternity in the good graces of Kindness." Positioning him around, she would sit right behind him and let the frightened man sit on her lap.  Letting him rest on her body as he continued to bleed out, doing her best to grant him comfort in these final moments with a genuine human's touch and Kindness. (tagged)⏤ Kysaly

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[Kysaly]

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Kysaly

Kysaly often took strolls around the bay area to catch glimpses of fish or of fishermen. For their own personal needs, Kysaly thought that fish were beautiful; for their hunger needs, Kysaly regularly talked to local fishermen to get freshly caught specimens to take home and cook up. Today was no exception, as they had just made a deal with a local fishermen for a fairly large tuna. They held it in both of their arms like it was a baby, having to make sure that the weight of it didn't completely topple them over.

Hearing an odd sound, and watching a woman dart into an alleyway, Kysaly chose to follow. Putting their tuna to the side, they would approach the alleyway, eyes widening as they saw the sight of the man. "Oh gods, I... Let me stop the bleeding!" Kysaly paid no mind to whatever the woman was doing, as they assumed that they were only propping him up to get some better angle for the blood flow to stop. Kysaly would quickly take off their thin cardigan, rip it, and move to kneel down beside the man.

Finally, they looked to the woman, a bit taken aback by their face. "Can you help me with him? Or call an ambulance? We can save his life if we act fast!"

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ᓬ Black slacks, white cardigan, gray shirt.

Kysaly Megumi Shinsetsu

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Different Assistances [attr="class","rhythm"] As Mercy was comforting this man, the voice of a new person rang out from the end of the alleyway.  A rather effeminate looking person soon ran over to the injured man, tearing chunks of her shirt and knelt by him.  Working to staunch the blood, which soon earned an unamused look from the dark haired Macabre Mistress.  Silence didn't seem to stop this woman, as she would look up and seemed shocked to look into Mercy's face.  Trying to instruct her to help the man or potentially call an ambulance, whilst talking about saving his life.  "He chose to leap off of the building, is not Kinder to make his last moments comforting than force him to continue living in agony?" A hand from Mercy would try to take Kysaly's, attempting to gently move the ripped cardigan away from the wound.  A light amount of force was used as she wasn't forcing this death to happen, as it was her duty to grant a final moment's Kindness.  Something Kysaly would be able to notice that she wouldn't be able to feel the man's pain at all, thanks to the Soul Energy that Mercy was imparting onto the dying man. "I spent my years at the company," The man drunkenly blustered out, "And after *HIC* almost being pushed off a building some Suicidal Weirdo, I get fired because I asked for the vacation I put off as I wanted *HIC* to deal with this stress!"  Referring to a rather odd interaction between an upstart villain and a bat-vigilante, this gentleman was having quite the rough month and seemed inconsolable to the point of attempting to actually end it. "There, there lost soul.  Don't you worry, Kindness will embrace and comfort you in the afterlife," Mercy would continue comforting the man, making sure he felt no pain from his broken leg.  Patting his hair to ensure he was in good hands, as she looked up at Kysaly with a more well put expression, "I can call for an ambulance once Lady Death has taken his soul to her realm." (tagged)⏤ Kysaly,

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"No, not at all." Kysaly sneered at her remark. "We all make mistakes, we all have low points in our life, and sometimes we don't really want to..." Kysaly had those moments themselves, but they pushed that thought away. "Death is the end. All those things that you wanted to do, all those people you wanted to meet... You can't." They'd talk now to the man, trying to comfort them in the fact that they still could.


When they touched the man a bit to try to wrap the wound, they couldn't feel his pain. This made Kysaly glare at the lady, unsure what she was doing to make it so that their own quirk didn't work. Still, they pushed past the girl's force to the best of their abilities to get to the wound. With a frown at all he said, Kysaly felt bad for this man. When no one cared for you, it was easy to be pushed to those extremes. "I'm sorry." They'd say softly. "I'm sorry that you felt that there was nothing more you can do."

Kysaly would tisk at the lady, moving despite not being able to use their own quirk to try to mend the wounds. Kysaly would take their own phone out and start calling for an ambulance. "There is more to life than a meaningless job. If you choose to live, sir, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you can live a happy life. I'll offer you a job with a lot of time off, and introduce you to people that will care for you. There are reasons to continue, so please don't give into the temptation." Looking over to the lady again, they'd lean closer and get in her face a bit. "And for you, whatever you're doing, stop it. I'm trying to save his life."

Notes

ᓬ Black slacks, white cardigan, gray shirt.

Kysaly Megumi Shinsetsu,

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The Will to Live [attr="class","rhythm"] "I lay no blame upon you for such a narrow minded view," Mercy would remark with a gentle smile on her face, talking back with Kysaly in a well-practiced even tone, "To some merely getting out of bed to face the world is a herculean task, and of those some would opt to find comfort in the Afterlife by their loved ones and by Lady Death herself.  If this is his truest desire, then why force him to live similar to that of some undead creature?"  A genuine question would challenge this world view, not from a sense of wanting to see someone die or fulfilling some weird ambition. After all, both of these people here cared for the man who jumped off the building. Mercy would continue attempting to soothe the man's last moments, giving him comfort over what was on the other side.  Not paying any mind towards the frowns and scowls from the onlooking stranger, who would continue her pursuit in trying to give this man hope.  Doing her best to mend the wounds, to which Mercy wouldn't hinder those moments. The guy was doing that himself by flailing a weak arm at Kysaly, blustering out, "What do you kno- *HIC* -ow?  This wus my carreer, and it's gone now!  I gat nothin' goin for me, I dohn even know if you meen it... so ifff it's the end then...  *HIC"  He began spacing out a bit at that statement, to which Mercy took the man at his word.  It was getting harder for this mind to be coherent with both the booze that made him drunk and the blood-loss. All the while, Mercy would watch as Kysaly would attempt to get in her face and very much demanding that she stop.  "I believe you have me wrong," Mercy would reach out and grab the corner of the nurse's phone.  A firm hold that would merely hold it in place, as the Merciful Woman would use the Soul Energy of her quirk to drain its heat and create a layer of frosted ice over the phone's screen.  Making any attempt to input actions fruitless, and thus interrupting any outbound calls. "You are merely saving his body.  I'm trying to give his soul salvation, as I believe he has lost the will to live.  If we merely acted at your behest without any attempt on saving his soul, he'd once again make an attempt on his life.  Only I would most likely not be present to bestow alleviation to his pain"  Mercy would release the phone, not wanting to offend Kysaly any further by wanton destruction of property.  "I only give a Death's Comfort to those who embrace it willingly, for none should suffer in their final moments." If the person challenging her deathly claim understood, then she had to rightfully save him proper.   (tagged)⏤ Kysaly,

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[Kysaly]

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"I know it is." Kysaly gave a pissed off look. Kysaly had those days, those months, where it was impossible to do anything. Before coming to Japan, their life in Canada felt meaningless, but also so powerful. It was an abusive relationship with themselves that they were able to escape from, but they knew how hard it could be. "Sometimes it's not. Sometimes, things happen in the heat of the moment. You kiss someone, you hit someone, you do something you regret a second later because you were caught in your emotions. It's human, and even the worst of these things can happen in a moment without you wanting it to, truly." Did this man fall into this category? Kysaly wasn't sure, but they wanted to hope that was the case.

As the man started to talk to them, Kysaly would answer. "You can always find something. Maybe, you doing this, no matter how grim that may seem, will set you on a better path. I've uprooted my whole life multiple times, changed jobs, identities. It's not easy, it hurts and you feel like nothing, but you can do it." It was hopeful, perhaps a bit too hopeful, but Kysaly wanted to try. "I mean every word I say, I don't lie." They would get him a job and be there for him, because Kysaly cared.

As the woman used her powers to literally into nothing usable with her quirk, they were even more mad. "And my quirk let's me help him. You being here is making it impossible for me, a doctor, to do my fucking job." Kysaly didn't swear much, but they were pissed. It was great to give someone comfort in their final moments, but this man still had time to be saved. Once their phone was hopefully able to work again, Kysaly would try to make a call. Did it go through? They weren't entirely sure, but Kysaly was trying.

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ᓬ Black slacks, white cardigan, gray shirt.

Kysaly Megumi Shinsetsu,

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[Megumi Shinsetsu]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Life Struggles On  [attr="class","rhythm"] Mercy would find her patience in dealing with this obstinate healer, who was getting increasingly agitated far too quickly.  Could they have some sort of connection with this stranger?  No, they would've said his name.  So why go so far to save the body of a stranger?  It was evident to see his soul was in absolute anguish, so why punish this soul even further with prolonged grief?  Such things seemed quite asinine to Mercy, as she filtered out the easy therapist talking points. Mercy merely remained silent, letting her actions of relieving this man's pain speak for her.  Rather, she spent the time Kysaly spent talking to slide a hand into the man's right hand side pocket.  Finding nothing, she searched the left and found a wallet.  Not really hiding her actions, she flipped it open to see his ID.  Date Takeyama, early thirties.  There was a sleeve apt for a small photo, but was oddly empty.  She slid the wallet back into his pocket only to find Kysaly getting right in Mercy's face, using such foul language claiming that the priestess' presence was hindering her ability to 'help' this guy's body.  The Lady of Death kept her silence long enough for the guy to speak up, "Wai-...  A Docthor?  For realshies??  My luck's turnin' round den, got...  Plenty of exshperience as 'n 'Nsurance agent-"  Then and only then did his eyes widen, reaching for his legs before wailing into agony. For Mercy would see this man's will to live, however faint, was still alive.  Removing her Soul Energy from affecting him, she slowly began to push off of him and stood up to her full height.  "It vexes me.  Vapid promises and vulgarity gave him a hollow will to live," Speaking her thoughts half to herself and somewhat directed at Kysaly, the Maiden's eyes would meet the doctor's.  "However unkind your methods may be, if it works then I shall give my blessing for the Mistress doesn't take living souls.  I pray, however, to not see Mr. Takeyama's name in the obituaries." Mercy held no personal investment or attachment to Kysaly, but more so saw this as a confusing hypocrisy coming from a total stranger.  There is merit in living in spite of struggle, but none at all for holding off the inevitable.  And someone who attempted an end to their own life once would, in Mercy's rationalizing, become a repeat offender.  So with genuine curiosity, she would stand by and watch to see how this woman would give salvation to this desperate man's body & soul. (tagged)⏤ Kysaly,Megumi Shinsetsu,

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