0.06 : : THE MAD HATTER
Enigma ﴾¿﴿ Story Arc: Revelation ﴾?﴿the story
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diamantes medical quarters
— beijing; 20.7.2017, 11:02
The medical department in Diamantes was normally orderly and functioned perfectly on its own, with its 1865 staff members working in perfect harmony, investigating cures for any Underworlder disease contacted by the fighters, or patching up those who were wounded in recent battle. Today, however, it appeared to have had contacted a disease of its own, because everything seemed to have fallen into complete and perfect chaos.
With the exception of a certain Alexander Wang, who merely wheeled around in his chair to observe the army of doctors behind him involved in some kind of argument, before turning back to the apparatus in front of him. The doctor was studying up some kind of newly conjured up faery disease, and was trying to test out a potential cure when -
"Alex, for god's sake, come over and help!"
"I'm busy over here, Doctor Lee. What is the crisis?"
"Dodo feathers - "
"Third cabinet on the west wall, second drawer, fourth box from the right." The instructions came like a series of rapid bullet fire, with the speaker pouring a bright blue concoction into a beaker all the while. By looking at Alexander, one would've thought that the situation occuring right behind him was something that happened daily, instead of once in a blue moon; grown men arguing like children, test tubes and beakers full of liquids of every colour imaginable threatening to spill either because of the vibrations emitted by said grown men, or because of unattended fires. The doctor was sorely tempted to fix them with a flick of his fingers, but he could hardly do so because,
Prejudice and racism.
Always the two magic words, he thought, tipping a spatula full of white powder just so slightly to conjure up a small poof out of the potion, and making it turn a deep shade of magenta. Ever so charming.
And suddenly it wasn't the arguments about faery pox or-something-or-another that was the center of attention, because someone from the Intelligence Department had appeared in front of their doorway, delivering the internal mail that went from mission notices to possible love letters. Because human emotions.
Thus a scramble for the precious documents was ensured. Nonetheless, Alexander himself did not expect anyone to be close enough to be considered an acquaintance, lesser still someone to actually write to him (save for the exceptions of reports. Those could be rather bothersome), and did not bother to participate in the mindless fight for letters. Except this time, he did indeed have a correspondent.
"Doctor...Alexander Wang?" At the mention of his name, the man looked up from his work. "Yes?"
The poor boy - a youngster and possibly a new recruit frightened out of his wits from the mad scramble a few moments prior - held out a parchment scroll, with something red peeking out of the middle. Detaching himself from his chair, the doctor slowly rose and walked to recieve his letter, weighing it on his palm before smiling a thanks to the boy, and heading back to his bench.
As soon as the postman delievered his post and shut the door promptly behind him, the chaos broke out again. Taking a pocketknife from his bench meant for dissecting parts, Alexander broke the seal of the parchment, causing a single red rose to tumble out onto his dress shoes. Giving it a short and scrutinizing gaze, his eyes turned back to the paper between his fingers.
Scanning the short note scrawled on top of the parchment, and giving a tiny sigh, he was prepared to take his leave when his neighbour noticed the flower, and called mockingly, "What's that, Alex?"
The doctor, contemplating on the single line on the piece of paper recieved, pondered on that for a while, before standing up and buttoning his white robe. Then, as he was about to slip out through the side door, his fingers paused mid-air above the doorknob.
"The questionnable tastes of our head of CARDS, my friend."
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