[color=DarkMagenta] [h1]Yasuke Kure: The Immortal Man & Knights of The Cruciform[/h1] [/color] [i][b][color=DarkOrange][center][1] I'm not your average doctor.[/center][/color] [/b][/i] [img]https://i.imgur.com/TnvYdjd.png?1[/img][hr] [i][b][center][color=92278f]Pick your head up kid, we're going monster hunting![/color] [/center] [/b][/i] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/jRuZKAL.jpg?2[/img][/right][hr] [color=00746b]"How are you doing?"[/color] "Good, how are you?" [color=00746b]"Good, what brings you in today?"[/color] [color=00746b]"Can't say I haven't had better days, doc. Tch, doc, that file in your hand says that I'm a physician right? So lets just talk doctor to doctor here and skip all the trivialities."[/color] [color=ed1c24][center]"This won't work."[/center][/color] [color=00746b]"Do you want it to? Mr. Kure do you understand why you're here?"[/color] [color=f26522]"B.B's insistence. Suddenly, the bitch cares about mental health."[/color] [color=00746b][center]"You're hiding, again." [/center] [/color] [color=00746b]"Let's talk about progress. I know you're not seeing things like before."[/color] [hr] [color=f26522] [i]Only the quick witted, clever and sly, have been able to perceive the truth regarding happiness. Now isn't that funny. Truly, some comical shit. Clever people have long been aware that happiness is like good health:it goes unnoticed when you have it. But as the years roll on by, oh the memories, the memories of happiness past. I think I was happy those four years of medical school. I was happy during that winter, that headlong, unforgettable year of storm and blizzard. What hurt the most? Lady, you expect me to rank my pain as if it were a pissing contest composed of all the greatest hits of Yasuke Kure's fucking depravity? You don't understand. It's like an arranged set of dominoes. One thing leads to another. But if I had to trace it all back, I think shit got real that day I ran out of morphine[/i][/color] [hider=Current Location: Abandoned Lodge][img]https://i.imgur.com/FXyQZkL.jpg?1[/img][/hider] [h2][b][Land of Iron]-[Depths of the Countryside][/b][/h2] Awakening was hard, as always. The ultimate disappointment. Yasuke fought his share of battles in life, his body told the tale well enough to make words unnecessary. But he knew of many forces that rendered resistance futile. Sleep was one of them. Physical disorders, chronic pain, depression and anxiety. It was the luck of a draw, that was all one received when an assortment of ailments was responsible for a lifetime of fucked sleep. Yasuke lay gasping, shaking with violence force. The bed's sheets were icy cool,and it's touch felt like frostbite from a swim in the tundra pool. He curled inward, grasping the wolfskin coat like a desperate lover in heat. His heart beat too fast, too loud. Circulation finally flowed back to his arms and legs but in flumes of minute, delicate pains. When his body calmed down and he came to, he scanned the room. The lodge he stayed in was dimly lit, illuminate only by sparse candles. That made little difference as he frantically searched about. A single drive could equip an addict with unprecedented abilities. Night vision was one of them. He could not find the morphine. [color=f26522]"Not now. Fuck, not now."[/color] He recited these words as if in a trace, digging through every inch of the small shack. [color=662d91]"Good morning to you too, buttercup."[/color] The voice came from a corner across the room. A makeshift bed of hay had been set up, and emerging from the corner stood a petite curly haired woman. [color=92278f]"I even gave you the bed this time in consideration of your little nightmares."[/color] She said almost mockingly. Yasuke did not have it in him to trade blows with her, especially not at the moment. He examined the bed once more despite having already done so. Despite stripping nearly every inch of the small lodge he could not find it. [b][color=f26522]"Where is the fucking syringe B.B."[/color][/b] He spat. The petite dark skinned woman's stature ended at Yasuke's waist, but she approached him standing tall and looking him in the eye with such force that none of that mattered. [color=662d91]"You ran out yesterday. That last re-up back at Port Romance should have lasted you longer-"[/color] [color=f26522]"So I'll fucking re-up again! There, that settles it. You should have told sooner." [/color] [color=92278f] "Before you completely lose yourself in this little junkie crusade of yours, you've got some mail."[/color] Yasuke clumsily tore open the envelope. It contained a crumbled prescription form lacking a stamped address. [color=f26522][i]The letterhead looks familar[/i][/color] He turned the sheet over revealing a letter on the opposite side, written in small spidery handwriting. [color=2e3192][b] [i]Dear Yasuke, Forgive me for writing this old scrap. There's no proper paper at hand. It's my daughter, she's been taken. There's no one to help me, and in any case I'm sorry to say this old friend but you owe me as much. After all they only found me because of you. Hard to believe that everything would fall apart after ten years in hiding. I suppose that's the consequence of having good intentions in a world where power is the only capital. I'll be in Port Romance on the night of the upcoming festival. Find me at midnight, at the bar of the three headed wolf. Please Yasuke, my daughter's life is in your hands. -S.B[/i][/b][/color] Yasuke's face hardened. He made a fist with one hand and deliberately dug his nails into his palm until they all but broke the skin. The pain drew him into a lull, and with that to distract him, he faced her. "Who the fuck is this?