QUEEN OF COINS (Mila Cadieux)

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The smell of hospitals always stuck to the inside of ones nostrils like slime stuck to a gutter. Maybe it was his enhanced senses, but the barrage of sterilization chemicals, bodily fluids, death, and air-fresheners was enough to make Monroe want to spend no more than five minutes in there but that was not bound to be the case for the tired man. Saku had disappeared into the underworld again, and whether it was dedication or sheer frustration at his contract-holder's stubbornness, he needed clarity and hopefully some answers. Something had kept the twenty-five year old manor away from his organization for weeks, and his head clearly wasn't focused upon his return. There was no question in the second-in-commands mind that something had transpired that had managed to harm Kyoken's head in more ways than one, the wounds on the manor's body slow mending, but his mind's recovery seemingly even slower. When Saku had decided to trudge off to the underworld after giving himself a questionable time to mend, and ignoring even Monroe's suggestions, not something he usually did as openly, set off to enter a cracked portal once more. It wasn't the first time Kyoken had visited the hospital. After Saku's initial disappearance, Mo had been forced to put together the loose clues Saku had given him over time that would help him piece together the identity of the other's his boss kept company with. It had taken a few days, and a lot of heavy thinking and contemplating on his part, but he knew there was someone who worked at the hospital.

Having no choice, and feeling pressured, he had sent a couple of low-ranking members to snoop around and seek out information. They weren't particularly favorites of his, but they would do what he asked without question. When they returned, seemingly a tad frightened by what they had encountered there, or maybe spooked by security, he questioned them enough to get enough information to continue his search. Then, Saku's brief reappearance had distracted the hunt of the identity of the female doctor he was looking for, holding out a slight hope that this medical professional would have a better head on her shoulders than her loud mouthed ally. For a moment, Momo had dared to hope that Saku in his distracted state would calm down a touch, but of course his sudden exit gave Monroe no choice but to resume his search while someone else Saku trusted stood guard and awaited his return outside the portal. It had been a few days and still they waited, but Monroe was not one to sit still when questions needed to be answered and things needed to be fixed. The organizations need of its leader was paramount, he had helped set it up that way on purpose. Even though Saku had sworn his organizations would not cross paths, the desire to finally find a missing puzzle piece had driven the subhuman forward in his pursuit.

The description of the doctor who had startled the minions was enough to go off of, but the hospital was large enough to say the least. Questioning staff and slipping money into more than a few hands, the tall man in a suit managed to grease his was past security doors and past doctors, even paying off a few nurses who tried to stop him as he first lit and then continued to smoke a cigarette as he wandered down the hall despite the large number of caution and no smoking signs in the vicinity. The schedule of his sleep had been less than great, and the need for nicotine was becoming more and more apparent as of late. By the time he reached the office door of the doctor he was searching for, he was halfway through his second cigarette in half an hour. Knocking on the window twice, Monroe turned the handle of the door, burning tobacco product still hanging from his lip as he looked in, eyes glancing around a bit, before they settled on the woman inside.

"Apologies, I don't have an appointment." The male started, stepping into the room. "I know you've likely got patients to attend to or better things to do, but I've heard a rumor that you're the primary-care physician for someone in particular, and I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

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MONROE TO

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The day I fell without my wings[break]
Those dark days where I was trapped

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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext]The last few days had her on edge, particularly after that one strange encounter she’d had with those hooligans outside her workplace. It felt like a target was on her back, the feeling weighing heavily despite her having resumed her subhuman identity on a more permanent basis. With the other RUSA members scattered in the wind and no instructions left behind from Eli, she really didn’t have a need to keep switching appearances. Only to keep doing what she was currently doing and keep an eye out for things of note. That didn’t stop her from being bored out of her mind. Without any of the others around, she was alone again. Sure she had her siblings, but they had their own lives to live with the running of the company, not really understanding why she hung around the children of the former Manor council.[break][break]

She stared at the papers detailing the case of her last patient on the desk before filing it away. Her shift was almost over, so she wasn’t expecting to see anyone else today unless it was another emergency. She was still dressed in her hospital scrubs and stethoscope around her neck, no point changing until she was actually dismissed. Mila rocked back in her chair to stare at the ceiling, hands linked behind her head and that unsettled feeling still nagging at her.[break][break]

The knock at the door startled her, usually if there was another patient she would be paged by one of the nurses with the room she was expected in. She didn’t even get a chance to utter ‘come in’ before the door opened and a giant green-haired man in a suit stepped inside. The usually blonde-turned-raven doctor immediately straightened in her seat, disguised blue eyes staring intently at the stranger warily as she slowly plucked a lollipop from her candy bowl, removed the wrapper and popped it in her mouth. “Mm…”[break][break]

Mila paused to lean against the desk, chin propped up by her laced fingertips. “Now that’s a very vague request… Glasses-san. I’m afraid I have plenty of regular patients and I don’t know how much I can help you. Patient confidentiality and all that.” She looks apologetic. “I mean you could ask your question, but I can’t guarantee that I can answer them unless I had their consent.” She chirped with a shrug, keeping her body language open. Just an innocent Subhuman here, nothing more to see. Her eyes fall uneasily on the cigarette stick in his hand for the briefest of moments (bite her tongue, don’t cry as ash meets skin. dontcrydontcry).[break][break]

She bit her lip and smiled shyly, lowering her lashes slightly in a show of acquiescence. Just the way she used to for her father’s clients. Subhuman in a suit, she supposed it wasn’t too different from how it was back then too. “Ah, I believe I’m at a disadvantage though as you know who I am, Mister…?” She trailed off, letting the sentence hang.[break][break]

Definitely not an old client of daddy dearest’s. She was certain she would remember hair as green as his. Mila had to admit she was completely stumped with the information she currently had. She couldn’t even say if he was referring to a subhuman or manor acquaintance, which meant she would have to tread lightly. That he was confronting her in her place of work actually swung things in her favour, she could easily throw a commotion if things took a wrong turn. Plenty of eyewitnesses everywhere.[break][break]

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It wasn't like every morning he set out with a desire to chance his fate with the unknown, but fate always seemed to have other plans that would always conflict with his desires. While he would have much rather been using his time off to sit at a black-jack table, here he was using his enhanced senses to gauge the doctor before him rather than the card dealer. Being as tall as him tended to be as troublesome as it was beneficial. While he would never need anyone's help reaching anything and size certainly deceived anyone who would hope he was slow moving, it also was rather aggressive to anyone below a certain five foot range, even if he didn't want it to be. Inherently, he was not an aggressive person, at least not till he was provoked or at his wits end, and he did his best to come off that way. His suit was always clean if he could help it, face shaven, and even his glasses choice had been in an attempt to at least look somewhat more approachable. The thick frames gave him the desired, hopefully less off-setting, look he was aiming for. Yet even as he settled in the room after closing the door behind him, his eyes couldn't help but pick up the almost microscopic changes to her bodily language. Having had years to perceive and study others, and he wasn't even trying to observe her closely, but the few moments he allowed himself to look at her told him more than he would have liked.

Eyes flicking down to the cigarette in his hand, he cleared his throat, for the first time in seemingly his entire visit to the hospital acknowledging that he was in fact in a medical facility. Glancing around, he blinked licking the fingertips of his free hand and then pinching the ember of his cigarette to extinguish it. Taking a couple steps over, he tossed the butt into the trash can, not looking at her as she began to speak. He had taken a few breaths, and slowly his sense of smell was inclined to focus less on the lingering scent of burning tobacco and instead returning to taking in the aromas that filled the area as he had done for years at this point. Turning to face her, he resisted the urge to shove his hands into his pockets, not wanting to appear as if he was reaching for anything. He had left the practically useless handgun Saku made him carry for appearances at home, opting only to carry the couple of unassuming gambling items, business cards, and decks of playing cards on his person.

Then why did the familiar yet faint scent of fear tinge the air?

It wasn't fair, he didn't even recognize her, and yet here she was seemingly at least alarmed enough by his appearance to have had some sort of brief reaction to it, and not the kind he would have preferred. Almost unconsciously, slightly flushed ears perked up as Monroe did his best to take in the sounds of the room, trying to drown out the noise from outside of it and focus solely on her heart-beat. There was strength in her chest to say the least, but the hint of unease certainly made itself heard, at least to his trained ear, with the tiniest of fluttering at the end of ever beat. That was troublesome to say the least. Almost more troublesome was the fact that the woman had somehow drudged up one of several nicknames he had likely heard during his years at the academy a decade ago.

"Monroe. Sorry, I realize it might be a little rude just barging in on you like this without even introducing myself. My name is Monroe To--" The subhuman wondered if his name still held any sort of recognition at the academy. It had been quite some time since he was a student or had even visited the campus, but if this young woman was as educated and refined as the energy she seemed to radiate, the natural assumption he fell on was that she must have been a graduate. But honestly if she didn't recognize his name, it didn't matter, and would almost be better for his follow up. "--- but our mutual acquaintance, or at least I hope I have the right doctor, might have referred to me as, uh..."

Fuck Saku Kemono and his goddamn pet names. This was always the worst part of introductions without the rowdy manor present.

"Momo."

An unintentional sigh left his mouth, and his shoulders dropped a touch. "Consent is indeed an important thing." Monroe added, eyebrows lifting a touch. It wasn't as if she was an enemy, if anything she was an ally by proxy. There would ultimately be no pushing or forcing information with blackmail out of her like he might with must unaffiliated with his own organization. Even Saku had kept his other business separate as he could for a reason, there was no denying that. And truthfully, looking at the girl before him, almost too aware of the unease that seemed to emanate from her even if she did have one hell of a poker face. "I'm aware you've met some of our organization's... Less refined members, and I'm sorry about that. Unfortunately, at the time they were all I could spare to sniff out a potential lead, and they're mostly harmless."

Taking in a long breath, Monroe straightened again, eyes looking at her through thick lenses. "Our associate, my boss who's likely been your patient, wouldn't stand or allow any of Kyoken to harm an ally, and as his second-in-command, I can assure you this isn't an attempt at black mail, a shake down, or anything like that."

There was a pause. Damn, he was being far too vague. Not to long ago he'd been desperate enough to send someone with a picture of Saku's face to this exact spot, and they had been turned away. This dilly-dallying was bullshit. "Name Saku ring any bells? Has a lot of tattoo's and the most irritating smirk a living thing can muster."

Hopefully he wouldn't catch wind of that because Monroe would likely never hear the end of it, but the subhuman couldn't help the fact that it was in fact an accurate description of the somehow not feral manor he hoped they both knew.

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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext]There was something strange about the whole situation, Mila did not like that she was not privy to all the facts. Getting a gauge on the man was difficult, but at least he had put that cancer stick of his out already. Gang affiliation, maybe? She has to wonder if the events of the last few days were all connected, and whether they were to do with her RUSA activities or maybe even something related to her family. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that they were targeted because of the nature of what they do and not even the first time she’s been targeted as the weakest link of her family. Being neither heir nor president to the company, she didn’t require the level of protection afforded to her elder siblings. Not that she wanted it anyway, Mila was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.[break][break]

She gets the feeling he’s trying to placate her by the slow way he was moving, each gesture seemingly purposefully placed to show harmlessness. What an odd stalemate of sorts with both parties trying to instil confidence in the other, but for completely different reasons. Mila playing up her demure side while plotting ways of incapacitating him and her escape routes if the situation turned dire; and him, she was starting to piece together some things from her observations – nothing concrete, but she was sure she would get a better grip on things once she finds out exactly who in her life he was looking into.[break][break]

The name Monroe To sparked no recognition from the petite ravenette, but the nickname ‘Momo’ certainly did. Surprise shuttered behind her blue gaze and she pops the lolly out, he definitely had her full attention now. That name had been dropped a few times around the RUSA base, a certain loud-mouthed Manor who had no sense of vocal control referring to this ‘Momo’ over the phone.[break][break]

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His comment after was also something of a surprise to her. He really seemed to be trying hard to get on her good side, making it seem like it was her choice if she wanted to divulge or not. Mila was used to being told what to do or being left with decisions that were already kind of a given. Even with Eli it was a point and fire type situation, she was his to wield as he saw fit and she was all the more glad to do it.[break][break]

“I may have heard your name around.” She inclined her head and huffed a little when he admitted to being the one who had sent the same ones from that incident a few days ago searching for someone they referred to only as ‘boss’. “You’ve spent some time trying to find me then. I assume they were also responsible for this?” She opened the drawers of her desk to pull out a piece of paper she had taken one glance at and immediately discarded. On it was a photograph, or what used to be a photo, but had been heavily scribbled over to the point that the original subject was now unrecognisable. Now that Mila knows what she’s looking for, she supposed she can see the resemblance.[break][break]

An organisation called Kyoken? She’s never heard of it, but the name screamed gang in capital letters and if her sneaking suspicions were correct, she’s not even at all shocked at the revelation of what Saku does in his free time. That he was someone’s boss though? Her eye twitched minutely.
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Mila leaned back in her chair, dropping the faux-innocence for a more calculating look. If he is indeed who he was claiming to be, then he would also know about her more… manor-ish dealings. And if he had been able to track her down then no doubt Saku has already let slip her true nature. “He is an… acquaintance.” Co-worker? Teammate? She didn’t know. Maybe if he bothered to show up she would be able to figure it out. As it were it had been weeks since she saw him, disappearing into wide open maw of the earth. Her trips to the underworld had been fruitless, but what choice did she have? Everyone was gone, scattered in the wind. [break][break]

“If you’re looking for him, to be frank I don’t know. He left without so much of a goodbye.” She continued with a bit more force than intended, unable to hold back the bitterness of her voice. She remained intentionally vague, who knows if the walls were listening? Tying herself to those events in a public place was not a wise move. “I don’t know how much use I am, but seeing as you put in all that effort, I’ll see what I can do in this capacity.” She waved a hand with a meaningful look around the room, wondering if he will catch her drift.

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Secretly, part of him would have liked to ask for his own lollipop. It would have at least kept his hand or mouth occupied while the two of them played their little game of cat and mouse, though who was who in that scenario remained uncertain to the Subhuman. Dark eyes couldn't help but pick up the recognition in the woman's own as responded to his moniker rather than the name he had been given at birth. It was something he had started to grow used to the longer he remained bound to Saku, but that didn't mean it was any less annoying to have to deal with each and every time someone linked his shaven face to such a childish nickname. However, there was at least a silver lining to the minor embarrassment, that being that at least the doctor before him knew of him and that made him less of a stranger. As she pulled out something from her desk, Monroe took a couple steps forward before looking down at it, the hint of a frown that followed upon inspecting what had once been an image of their supposedly great leader that had now been defaced enough to where Momo was considering finding a group of track-suited goons and beating the money he had paid them back out of their pockets for being so stupid. Of course he should have known better than to rely on Saku's fan-club within their ranks, but for some reason, his expectations that remained higher than they should have for most were consistently disappointed.

"I did spend a bit of time, and more money than I'd care to admit, seeking you out, yes." There was a pause as the tall subhuman glanced behind himself for a moment at one of the chairs that sat facing her desk. Taking a second, Monroe sat down, the chair apparently a touch too small for his long legs as he straightened out his suit and tie before looking back at doctor's face. Sitting across from her, the change in her demeanor was almost too obvious. Countless hours spent reading opponents be it on the battlefield or at the poker table, every subtle shift in bodily language, every look he could spot, hell even the scents that emanated off people when unease or uncertainty were too apparent to him. Yet the calculating look that had seemingly replaced that of a concerned doctor was a tad unsettling to say the least. She certainly had a poker-face to watch out for, one that held secrets and darkness behind an unassuming demeanor.

If she was about five years older, he might have been interested in buying her a drink had they not met under such unusual circumstances.

Tapping his first two fingers along the arm of the chair, Monroe sighed through his nose, though not at her words, more out of the tiredness that seemed to hit him now that he had taken a moment to sit. The past two months had been nothing but hell, and Saku's brief reappearance had only left him with more questions than answers. Even if this girl couldn't help him in the exact way he had hoped, he would get to sit for a couple minutes at least. Listening to her speak of the man they both knew, his ears couldn't help but tune into to the hint of bitterness that tainted her words a bit. This of course, caused him to perk up a bit. It was surprising that someone Saku alone knew seemed to dislike their mutual ally's knack for charging off without a word, much like Monroe himself did. Was it possible that Saku actually knew a living person that wasn't either stupid, insane, or practically useless? "If you know him as well as I do, you know he's better at entrances than he is at exit's. Once he's ready to do something, it's hard to stop him from just heading towards it." Everyone else be damned.

Taking a second to glance around as she gestured to her office space, Momo took a few seconds to think before he next spoke. Whether he liked it or not, there was still an apparent need to be careful. This woman was not what he had been expecting, and the look in her eyes told him there was more to her than just the medical professional she appeared to be. Upon getting closer to her and really having the chance to take in her face once he was sitting, he was even beginning to question if the lovely blue hue of her irises was actually her own.

If it wasn't, that would certainly make things more interesting.

Turning to face her again, he leaned a bit on his right elbow, feet crossing at his ankles as he sat back a bit, clearly making himself comfortable. The offer she had extended was vague, but he could make use of it. "I'm not the type to ask for information or assistance without adequate compensation, so if you would be willing to trade information for services or information from either myself or the organization I represent, it would be doing me a bit of a favor." Monroe pushed his glasses up his nose a bit, unable to help but glance at the candy bowl on her desk for a second before looking back to her face. Damn, he wanted a cigarette. It was always easier playing these sort of mental chess games with nicotine buzzing through his brain. "Firstly, I'd like to inquire about your availability for house calls. It has recently become apparent to me that my organization lacks an adequate healer to assist with serious injuries. You would be compensated of course." He said, leaving out the fact that the person who had made him realize this in particular had been one Saku Kemono, at least for the time being.

"Secondly, I'd like any information your willing to share about what exactly it is that you and my boss do together."

Fuck it, he needed something to soothe the itch. Reaching forward, long fingers reached out and snagged a lollipop out of the bowl on her desk. Unwrapping it, eyes cast downward on the candy before he popped it into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the artificial grape flavored treat a moment before the stick shifted to the right as ball of candy shifted to his cheek so he could continue speaking. You could tell it was not his first time talking with a piece of candy in his mouth with how easy his words came out.

"Lastly, and this is just 'cause I'm actually curious, I want you to tell me about yourself, Doctor." Monroe blinked at her, chin tilting up a bit as he sucked on the piece of candy in his mouth. "You're not what I was expecting. So I was thinking if you don't want to talk business, and you don't mind indulging a tired old-man, you could tell me a little about yourself."

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