46 Dyo 81379 A small cave in an unpopulated area of the Nyonge Range Mid-Afternoon Miqi could not have asked for a greater boon than civil unrest. With the balance of power swaying, the aftermath of a natural disaster disrupting the lives of hundreds, and the legalization of much of Bhim’s underground economy, a rogue biokinetic with a doctor’s knowledge of the pendragon body couldn’t be happier. The lean male swished his chewed-up and torn tail, puffs of cheerful green smoke drifting from its bone nub. Miqi felt like dancing, shrouded by his lusterless but well-groomed shroud of black hair. That would have been a dreadfully foolish thing to do, of course, and the pale cherry blossom ‘dragon once known as Ibontiel Heritoz needed his dignity intact. He cleared his throat, pressing one clawed hand against his chest automatically, remembering in discomfort his old heart murmur. That had been when he was still Ibontiel, but it was still jarring not to feel its irregular beat. Though he hadn’t needed to check for the warning signs of further degradation of his heart in years, the habit persisted. He cast eyes the color of leaf-scattered vellum towards a clock hanging on the wall of the man-made cave. Almost time for his next appointment. Miqi bustled around on two legs, making sure that the floor was mopped, the blank white tapestries in place, and that all of the equipment was safely hidden in the next room. Perfect. An unsteady purr rumbled from his chest as he pulled on a white lab coat over otherwise naked flesh. Though his fur was much too thick for him to be truly comfortable in clothing during the warmer months, the lab coat meant clients, and clients meant money.
Venus slowly hobbled out side the cave her spaded tail wound around her limber leg with pain reflecting in those pale eyes. Breath shallow as the lung filled in the cage of ribs peering in to the cave made by pendragons before who ever was now residing in there. Arm muscles flinched at the gust of wind with the toss of bloody curls that allowed the silent clink of the skining ivory clips with the digigraded feet clanging on the ground. Slowly shuffling in to the cave with ears lain back amonsgt the mess of curls looking like a pair of spiraling horns than canid anubi ears. Her mandible ached with the way she gritted the jagged teeth with a desperate hope in that sour assassain heart before really knowing she was in a doctors office. Music lulled the whorls of her mind that was inset in to a bone case covered in ink and lush curls of fire and blood. The last segments of her ribs charged with bruises as if beaten til exaust or brink of death but that was never the cause, as every jem on her body was dull and waxen without their healthy luster of a full inferno. Visonaries of glass curved around the carved out hole like splinters of glass, ignoring the male as she lent down to look at her injured digigrade foot being extremely tall with them. Picking out some of the gravel that embedded the wound of her tendons as they flexed instictivly in the open air she was not rude just hiding from her sticky situation.
Miq’s green-dappled eyes narrowed sharply at the sight of the strange pendragon. Not even the normally genial soul fragment could muster any kind of warmth for this one, this odd gem-encrusted female that showed no ounce of polite welcome. She might not have intended to be rude, but both Ibontiel and Miqi took her actions as such. Still, a client was a client, and she didn’t look so badly injured that they couldn’t talk payment before treatment. The pale doctor affixed a polite smile onto his youthful features and held out a gnarled hand, claws sheathed as far as they ever were. “Hello! You must be... ah, Venus, am I right?" inquired the long-haired ‘dragon, glancing over at a clipboard more for show than anything else. “I’m Miqi Veonesh; feel free to call me Miq or Miqi. Now, I hate to bring this up so quickly, but... will you be paying by barter or by cash?"
Arching a flaring brow at him about his words, lips of enamled fire curved down wards on the sleek maw before sperateing the words and repeating the word " Barter" Eyeing the male contemptusly with those spiraled pupils with sharded fragments of iced blue, the inky pelt was stained with the eager blood of the local police. Knocking that spaced tail around with a wince at him before speaking slowly and accuratly at his persona. "How do you know my name?" The words sheared out ina disgrunteled fashion, her chest raised up then down wards in a shallowed breath standing straight up with those hellish ears flickering around like moths for candle light.
Miqi smiled in a placatory fashion, his thread-scarred ears held loose and halfway between aggressive and submissive, a neutral middle grounds that the blue-shimmered pendragon still resented handing over. He didn’t like the questions; in fact, Ibontiel hated them, and the dour invasive spirit figured that he’d let Miqi dicker around enough—they needed to get to business. “Connections, miss. I never take a patient before knowing what I’m getting into. Now, what services can you offer? Keep in mind that you’d be hard pressed to find a doctor so skilled as I that would’ve accepted you without inquiring as to where you got the injuries." (OOC: Eee! Sorry about taking so long... Driver's ed started a little while ago and I got distracted. Veyri's been a bad girl...)
Swirrled visonaries flickered on the feline pendragon before standing straight again with blood dribbling down apoun the digigraded feet. The daggering tail swung periously against her leggs and their gems before speaking in a low voice for the male. Lips curled out then in wards a perfect lip structure on a delicate muscle enduced muzzel. "I am an Assassin and a Pscyology major If you need to know. " The ebony fur toiled over the taut muscles and her soulders laxed for a minute for a groan. Pain was emminent in her body upholding with her bones paining her and muscles all over knotted as well to a few injuries of deep cuts and two broken toes.
