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myninjainfocardWHO: Kabuto Yakushi and YOU. o:
WHERE: Somewhere in the more... shady parts of the city, because shut up.
WHEN: Whatever season we're in. Derp.
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Pick your poison and I will follow.
WARNINGS: It's Kabuto, assume creepy and skeevy stuff.
This city had sure gone to hell in a handbasket since last he'd decided to grace the streets with his presence. Not that Kabuto was ever really the type to go out in public without necessary precautions, preferring to send out someone else to do his shopping or what-not.
It wasn't as if he was particularly known in the city, but that was the problem. The human, despite his abilities manipulate his energies for various medical purposes, was practically unknown by most who would care. Those on the back streets knew of him simply by what he did, that he was the person to go to if you needed medical aid or something... altered, if the hospitals and clinics wouldn't do a thing for you. Cash up front or favors only, there was no such thing as a paper trail with him. Not that it particularly mattered, he was more or less non-existent in the city's records even with where he stayed.
His base of operations, as it were, was nothing more than a condemned building, the basement the only part of it that could be considered as a place for a living being. Though it had been long since concerted into a makeshift clinic and laboratory of sorts, with two doors off of the basement proper leading to who knew where.
But if the right questions were asked, it was easy enough to find him. Whether out of a sense of curiosity, a need for help, or in an attempt to rid of him. It wasn't exactly a secret that he'd taken those who couldn't or wouldn't pay in as his own personal toys. Grotesque experiments of various forms performed and rid of just as quickly, but he never did kill. Not as far as anyone knew, anyway.
WHERE: Somewhere in the more... shady parts of the city, because shut up.
WHEN: Whatever season we're in. Derp.
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Pick your poison and I will follow.
WARNINGS: It's Kabuto, assume creepy and skeevy stuff.
This city had sure gone to hell in a handbasket since last he'd decided to grace the streets with his presence. Not that Kabuto was ever really the type to go out in public without necessary precautions, preferring to send out someone else to do his shopping or what-not.
It wasn't as if he was particularly known in the city, but that was the problem. The human, despite his abilities manipulate his energies for various medical purposes, was practically unknown by most who would care. Those on the back streets knew of him simply by what he did, that he was the person to go to if you needed medical aid or something... altered, if the hospitals and clinics wouldn't do a thing for you. Cash up front or favors only, there was no such thing as a paper trail with him. Not that it particularly mattered, he was more or less non-existent in the city's records even with where he stayed.
His base of operations, as it were, was nothing more than a condemned building, the basement the only part of it that could be considered as a place for a living being. Though it had been long since concerted into a makeshift clinic and laboratory of sorts, with two doors off of the basement proper leading to who knew where.
But if the right questions were asked, it was easy enough to find him. Whether out of a sense of curiosity, a need for help, or in an attempt to rid of him. It wasn't exactly a secret that he'd taken those who couldn't or wouldn't pay in as his own personal toys. Grotesque experiments of various forms performed and rid of just as quickly, but he never did kill. Not as far as anyone knew, anyway.
