a weapon obeys,

[     brow furrowed, the unspeaking stared at the text in front of them hollowly.  words that would once be understood were lost in their meaning, left instead as remnants of unintelligible shapes without the weight of nuance.  they missed it, the ability to know outside of the shackled limits of the heavens, and they were drawn to that which they could no longer have even under the act of repentance.
                 frustrated as they are, they look towards nima with a look of apprehension.  the doctor knows themselves, such a sentiment would eat away at them and demand attention until he was entirely unable to turn away. and that is what drove him to slowly, reluctantly, tap the surface of the table to catch their attention. may they be forgiven for searching indulgence in another through gritted teeth.     ]

Nima: *chuckles* hi
            
            !!  @spokenevils

nima wordlessly gets to work on shrugging out of the robe they're typically adorned in.  the gesture causes more blood to ooze out the gaping wound  --  a nasty gash that's practically been ripped into, as if at the behest of a serrated edge of sorts  --  but to this they pay no mind.  it's more than likely they're hardly even aware.
            
            the robe sits low on their hips,  as best it can whilst sitting anyway because they all but silently refuse to move,  torn torso open for the doctor's scrutiny.  already,  the thick substance of abyssal energy is edging towards the wound from something in their chest as if panicking.  "what's the diagnosis,  doctor?"  another breezy smile.
            
            !! @spokenevils

⠀⠀ [    ORIEL:   DR IZFAAR.̲    ]
            ⠀⠀⠀      VIII.⠀⤻┃☠︎︎      ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ⁿᵒ ᵉᵛⁱˡ
            
            ⠀
            [    a shake of their head-  they brush aside the string of insults directed towards the makings of the abyss,  more occupied with checking their state.   difficult to make observations considering the gore they were coated in.
            
                      their gaze is redirected to the abdominal after it was pointed out,  expression twisting into a subtle grimace.   the tone in which they answered only caused them to roll their eyes,  leaving momentarily and returning with a basin of water and a few cloths.   they point to their face, their hands then to the water,  after which making a gesture to discard the clothing that prevented them from properly seeing the wound.   ]

they make themself comfortable first before they even /deign/ to acknowledge the silent enquiry.  the chair is simple, but they sit upon it like they've acquired a throne instead.  "two abyss heralds,  and a lector."  a disgusted sniff, their bright eyes studying the gore under their claws.  "cowardly,  snivelling,  disgusting little--"  abruptly does nima cut themself off with a pleasant smile, one used for mortals, but their tail still bristles nonetheless.  "apologies."
            
             that professional little smile only grows, baring teeth in a cruel attempt of a grin, and even their maw is stained dark with cruor.  "well, you'd be a terrible doctor if you turned away a patient in need."  a gesture to their stomach, at a bloodstain as dark as the splatters on their arms.  "i'd really rather not bleed out.  do you want me to say please?  oh, pretty please can you ensure my organs don't fall out from my gut?"
            
            !! @spokenevils

"how arrogant you are, detective,"  but the amused glint in their eyes betrays the disdainful words.  "i do need something  --  but i'm unsure if i need it from  *you*  just yet.  we'll see,  i suppose."
            
            !! @detaine

“nobody really smiles here.  or talks to each other.  oh.  sorry,  didn’t mean to complain to you.”
            
            !!  @racemech

"⠀⠀yeah?   cities normally are.   you'll get used to it,  chin up.⠀⠀"

“i probably should,”  a wanton sigh in agreement.  “this city is very exhausting.”
            
            !!  @racemech

“that’s alright,  i can bring her here.  yes!  it’s just to check the damages.  i’m sure she can explain it better than me,  i’ve never been good with..  erm,  cars or anything like that.”
            
            !!  @racemech

"⠀⠀can't leave my spot.   workin' on anotha car.   what she need.   a check-up on the damages?   won't uhhh.  fix nothin' 'til we got a price and allathat.⠀⠀"

“that’s fair enough.  she’s at the station now,  just finishing up some questions.  i’m sure i can take you if you’d prefer?  or bring her here.”  
            
            !!  @racemech

"⠀⠀i'll take care of it.   no need to worry.⠀⠀"

“of course,  i wouldn’t even dispute that!  but erm..  ah.  well,  be careful.”
            
            !!  @inspectcalls

"⠀⠀respectfully, i am a senior able to hold his own in this field.⠀⠀"

"⠀⠀there's always tomorrow.⠀⠀"

“i will after this workload,  sir.”
            
            !!  @inspectcalls

"⠀⠀go home.⠀⠀"

"⠀⠀your work.⠀⠀"

“alright then.  anything i can do for you in here?”
            
            !!  @inspectcalls

"⠀⠀very.⠀⠀"