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Post by Ishida Sai on Jul 29, 2012 16:41:35 GMT -5
It would be an awkward day. It has been a while since his last acupuncture session. The teen carried a metallic box, withholding necessary acupuncture equipment for the task at hand... The weight of the carrier hunkered down his balance unevenly as he continued to walk towards the location. The sun greeted his eyes as it flashed towards them, having them squint as he continued ahead...
It wasn't long until Sai finds himself in front of a door. Belonging to one of the apartments in the Residential Area... He knocked, then waited after calling.
"Rick? You in there?"
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Post by Rick Fader on Jul 29, 2012 18:34:48 GMT -5
Today was the day that Sai was supposed to give Rick some acupuncture treatment for his asthma. The ninja meister had spotted the Demon Chair's asthma attacks on multiple occasions, and had offered to help him out. Even if he did like to play dumb around his peers, declining an offer to potentially make his condition that much less of a pain the ass would qualify him as being too stupid to live. So needless to say, Rick accepted his new friend's offer in no time flat.
So while waiting for his friend to arrive, the weapon was holed up in his apartment for the entire day. But rather than play video games or read comic books as he seemingly usually would, the weapon instead took the time to work on a custom projector. After having bought all the necessary parts, while also salvaging some workable parts from other projectors, Rick had what he needed to make the device.
However, before he could start building the device, a knock on the door caught the weapon's attention. The familiar voice of the Japanese meister calling out to Rick confirmed what he had believed. Sai had arrived much earlier than he had anticipated. This was a slight annoyance for the blue-haired Demon Weapon, but he could manage, no problem.
"Just a sec!", shouted Rick as he gathered up the parts needed for the projector. He quickly bagged them, and hid them in the closet along with the tools needed to build the device carefully. The weapon then rushed over to the door, looking in the peep hole to see his friend through it.
The weapon opened the door, dressed in a Megadeth t-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of white socks. "Get your ass in here, brah!", he told the meister in a friendly manner. Once he was inside, the weapon waited until he put down that box of supplies he carried with him. "Can I get you anything?", he asked his friend casually.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 1, 2012 21:30:32 GMT -5
It wasn't long until Rick opened the door for him to enter. Already dressed comfortably in his "home" clothes. He entered the apartment. Nothing really caught his eye as he surveyed around. The weight was starting to burn his very fingers. Causing him to slowly set it down on the furred carpet of the home.
"I'm good," he answered Rick nonchalantly while waving dismissively,
He allowed himself a small breath. A sigh before looking back at his fellow peer.
"You got a table or something we can use? Something solid would work, if possible I don't want to use the couch or bed..."
Kneeling down, he quickly opened the steel case while pricking his ears for whatever Rick had to say to answer his question.
He procured a pair of plastic gloves, stretching them as his very digits were sheathed inside the elastic material. And quickly he was working with mechanic intuition as they checked the tools needed for this. The glass "cups" were there for extraction of the essence. The needles for the activation of certain pressure points or shiatsu... And even the lighter to heat up the "cups" for the special process of essence extraction.
"Reason being is that I don't wanna risk burning this whole place down," he explained with his gloved fingers checking his tools of the trade. |
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 2, 2012 21:16:03 GMT -5
Rick grinned as he left his friend to sort out his equipment. The weapon hurried into his bedroom to ready the wooden desk he normally used to play his computer on. Rick carefully cleared off the solid wooden desk of the hardware occupying it, carefully moving the tower, monitor, and other equipment to the closet.
Moving the desk itself would be a chore and a half for the weak weapon. And he really didn't want Sai to expend more energy than needed, especially when he was already helping him out immensely. So the weapon pulled the now empty desk away from the wall, exerting himself while he pulled it towards the center of the bedroom.
Once he was finished, the weapon rushed back into the den to find his friend having gathered his supplies. He explained that he didn't want to burn the building down in the process. "My desk is clear, follow me!", he told the Japanese meister as he walked back into his bedroom at a quick pace.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 3, 2012 9:43:45 GMT -5
It wasn't long until Rick procured the necessary tool of all. The desk. A hardwood platform necessary for the task at hand. He followed Rick inside as he carried the metallic case with him, lugging it around as he entered the bedroom. Once inside, the meister already set his tool case once more onto the floor. Kicking it open, without the regards of fragility of the cups in mind.
"Take your shirt off, Rick," he ordered as told the bluenette with a finger pointing at him, "I can't really do my stuff if you don't take it off.... And don't take off your damn pants. Keep them on. And get on the table."
Sai kneeled back down on the floor to check the case once more, verifying if everything is there and ready for the treatment at hand...
Standing up with an ominous and crazed smile, betraying all the "evil" intentions swirling inside his very being. The needles flashed dangerously with maliciousness. They wanted blood--
"I'm just kidding," he joked gruffly as the previous demeanor disappeared to his usual appearance, "Now get on the damn table, yeah?" |
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 4, 2012 18:29:54 GMT -5
As soon as Sai told him to take his shirt off, Rick nodded to him. Obviously, the procedure would require that he didn't wear a shirt. Besides, he didn't want to ruin one of his favorite t-shirts with needle puncture marks. So in a quick motion, Rick lifted up the shirt and tossed it onto his bed.
What Sai would see were the bulk of his scars from various battles. The thin scars across his arms would continue to sprawl all over his body, matching the thin one on the right side of his face. Other than that, scars of multiple gunshots, stab wounds, the remnants of the gash he received from the Poodle Dragon, and finally, a nasty scar on his shoulder from a meat cleaver blow.
"Why the fuck would I take my pants off?", he questioned Sai.
As Rick was about to get on the table, he looked over to Sai. He had a crazed look on his face. It was the same look he'd expect from someone like Stein. Rick simply gave him a strange look. The meister then reassured him that he was just fucking with him, then told him once again to get his ass onto the desk. Rick complied, sitting down on the desk to start.
"What next?", he asked the meister.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 6, 2012 0:05:44 GMT -5
"Start by lying down on your back, Rick," Sai started nonchalantly gesturing him to do so.
While his patient would be doing so, he kneeled down back to the case to procure a number of acupuncture needles in hand. Standing back up, the number of scars and injuries filled his sight as he looked about. For one, it was obvious his friend experienced a lot judging by how many there were. Yet, it wouldn't hamper his acupuncture skills. Impassively he put one hand across the bluenette's chest.
Almost seemingly massaging it, but is in fact trying to feel the circulation of the blood flow. He let his sensitivity accrued from training and experience tell him of the Weapon's state. It started off from the very bosom, almost nearing the crotch, while rising up towards his solar plexus. Sai looked to the side, as if in self-conscious thought of the progress at hand.
The flow pulsed under his elastic fingertips, he hummed as if it would raise his concentration until--
A needle pluck into the very center of his solar plexus. Another towards the left breast, painlessly landing on its very spot. Several others followed across the chest and on the shoulders, creating a porcupine-like array on Rick as he worked. Each point would stimulate the vessels and nerves for a better flow, consequently having Rick have a throbbing experience in each spot. Albeit painless though. |
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 7, 2012 22:22:08 GMT -5
Rick quietly complied to Sai's request, lying down on his back. The weapon quietly watched the meister as he started to feel his chest. The weapon was tempted to crack a joke about Sai's sexuality for fun, observing the meister's face. However, Rick would not speak at all, as it might "conveniently" break his concentration and cause him to really fuck him up with the needles on hand.
Eventually, the Japanese meister landed a needle into his solar plexus. This would be followed up with needles on his chest and shoulders. Despite all the needles in his body, all he felt were throbbing sensations around the afflicted areas, but not pain. At least Sai seemed to know what the fuck he was doing.
Rick continued to wait silently for what the meister would do next, his eyes focused on him.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 10, 2012 10:26:21 GMT -5
"...Right."
He nodded at the arrangement of the needles with approval. Satisfied that everything was according to his own plan and skill. His eyes darted about until it landed back on his suitcase, still lying there open with other equipment ready for its operation. Sai stared back at Rick, noticing nothing was wrong with him as of now. The teen nodded once more before kneeling down to the rest of the equipment. Soon procuring a number of cups in one hand and a lighter in the other.
"This one also won't hurt, trust me," he assured the Weapon noticing that the lighter might be a worrisome tool for him, "Though, if I'm doing it wrong... It'll hurt a lot!
He left the four words to Rick's own devices for a few moments while starting to take out the needles and setting them away in a small paper bag for disposal.
While heating up the cups with the lighter, "Don't worry. I've done this for a while. So you won't feel anything. Yeah?"
Having felt one heat up long enough, Sai placed one on Rick's chest. Turned it tightly upon its skin, allowing the vacuum to glue itself on his skin. And slowly gaseous substance was starting to rise inside the glass world...
Almost meandering around reminiscent to a ghost rising from its grave. |
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 10, 2012 16:57:07 GMT -5
As if Rick didn't need further incentive to shut up, Sai procured several glass cups and a lighter. He warned Rick that if he screws up, it would hurt like hell. So once again, Rick found himself simply nodding in response to his comment. But then, Sai knew what he was doing, that was clear to the weapon. So all he could do was place faith in his skills.
Once his supplies were good and ready, the meister started to heat up the cups. He reassured Rick that he's quite experienced in the art, and that he doesn't have to worry. Of course, Rick only responded with a nod.
That was when Sai planted one of the cups on his chest. The meister then twisted it into place, allowing it to gain a vacuum-like seal. Rick noticed the mist rise from the inside of the cup. The meister would then allow Sai to keep up his work, intrigued by the process as it was happening to him.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 10, 2012 17:18:20 GMT -5
He added a couple more, creating an array of these jars that replaced the previous needles. It would appear as if there were literally glass cysts sticking out of his body by the make of the cups. In the midst of the process, the applied area would soon redden from the heat and pressure. Bunching up the number of impurities from the blood and using the vascular system of the skin to pass through and accumulate outside. Or rather inside the cup. The process did take quite a while, as approximately ten minutes passed by under his administrations.
Seeing that each cup were completely full, the meister twisted each one. Peeling them off of the skin, leaving behind scarlet circles as a result.
"Done," he announced the process was over while giving the traditional slap in the middle of his spine, "Now I'm getting out of here. I gotta catch my daily coffee at Deathbucks."
Taking the cups, he set them inside the suitcase with the small bag of the used needles before closing it. His callused palms resurfaced in the environment with the gloves taken off and jammed inside his very pockets.
"How do you feel?" |
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 11, 2012 16:12:28 GMT -5
Rick observed as Sai added even more headed cups to the areas where the needles used to be. Rick saw the applied areas build up the mist inside of them. It was strange, really, but very interesting to the weapon. Despite the areas reddening under the cups, it strangely wasn't so bad. But then, after what he had been through, this wasn't really expected to be too bad.
After ten long minutes, Sai finally stepped in. As each cup came off the areas, Rick saw the markings received from the procedure. When Sai announced he was done, Rick got off the table, and received a slap on the back. The weapon immediately reached for his Megadeth shirt, sliding it over his marked up torso. The meister announced that he had to go for his daily coffee soon.
But before Rick could question him about how he found the waitress who knew what the fuck black coffee was, Sai asked him how he felt. "I feel better, thanks bro. . .", he told Sai with a grin. "Now, how can I pay you back later?", he asked the meister.
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