Shoot for the Stars

Rules - Characters [Students] - Characters [Villains] - About the RPer - Interest Checker

The bow accompanying Believer’s declaration is low, deeply respectful towards the man who not only promises salvation but funds the Clinic. Stories like his- cast out for using their Quirk without a license, even with the intent only to help. The most important thing is to keep each cog of the Army moving smoothly, patching together broken people and ensuring each was ready when the time to rise up was announced.

When society would be broken and remade anew- the strongest to rule, and everyone free from the shackles of the Public Safety Commission that held everyone down. Sometimes Shinja dreamt of it. Re-Destro’s will rippled around the world, and the newly faithful would cast off their chains in turn. The man before him, and his ancestor, would be venerated.

“Before we get down to business- Geten’s cough is being monitored in case it worsens. Rest assured that the team is keeping a careful eye on the Keystone’s health. Now, you mentioned feeling poorly as of late. Can you elaborate?” Carrying all the stress was a necessity for his Quirk, but sometimes Shinja worried that it caused ill effects on the body.

to hear of a virus going around was unsurprising. as much could have been inferred, given how quickly re-destro had gotten believer on the phone when it’d made comment about recent fatigue.

geten abused its teeth, grinding them on a hard lollipop as it barely payed attention to the verdict. it was business as usual, despite it. he would go on with his normal day-to-day and stop doing something if re-destro told him the doctor had advised it. they had been here before already.

it inquired sarcastically,  “  and when i don’t do that, what do i have to look forward to ?  “

Even with the quick response, it was a very contagious variant- particularly for those whose immune system were weaker than most. Geten’s health was of particular concern; someone so strong, so dedicated couldn’t be allowed to die. It was easy to tell the keystone wasn’t paying much attention despite how much care Shinja used to impress on it that its health was of utmost importance.

“The reason you’re feeling more run-down than normal, Geten, is the influenza that’s been ransacking Deika of late.”

The worst part of all of this? They could try to mitigate it, but there was no way to dispose of a viral infection. Geten’s body would have to fight off the flu off itself- but with his naturally low body temperature (in normal range, as expected; still, Shinja always checked to record it), it would be... tough. Fevers were a body’s defense, among others. And so they would have to be delicate with its treatment.

“You yourself know how severe the flu can be to the immunocompromised and those-” Weaker. No, don’t use that with Geten. “-less able to fight it off. I’ll be checking in with you to see any progressing severity, and will speak to Lord Re-Destro about your treatment and outcome.”

Now came the part Geten wouldn’t like...

“Your first step is taking it easy. No training your Meta Ability for now. No taxing yourself.”

“It truly is wonderful to make your acquaintances.”

The soft words were quiet, mingling with the clicking of a spoon stirring honey into his delicate teacup. “I understand you came to the clinic specifically for our program with Detnerat to get customized support gear. Am I correct in this?” The file was simple to skim. Small sticky notes were already lined neatly around the monitor; emails were being exchanged shortly before their appointment to discuss the particulars of the materials to use and how they would interact with the Quirk. Shinja was no engineer, so his contributions weren’t much.

“I have cream and milk in these small pitchers here-” He indicated that, the honey, the sugar. “Please make yourself at ease. Help yourself to the gathered cookies, if you choose. I find that discussions over a drink help smooth any awkwardness out.”