Scene #2510: Now There's Two of Them

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Takuto Tsunashi	The infirmary itself is an airy, well-lit, well-ventilated place, with the same crystalline architecture as the rest of the enormous place. Gold-and-white columns hold up the vaults of the ceiling and stand to either side of arched doorways. The hospital beds actually look comfortable, which again, is shocking enough to underline ''the future is different''. Tuxedo Kamen is walking with Nephrite and Kunzite, and they're following the directions they were given to where the bulk of the survivors were and to where the infirmary was... and Mamoru slows to knock on the doorframe. Column. Whatever. "Hello? We're here to help-- I'm a healer and he's a bartender--" He glances at Neph, eyes twinkling, and then he gestures at Kunzite, "and ''he's'' really good at temperature regulation and--"
Nephrite	"I tend to raise the bar in most endeavors--" Nephrite shrugs in a grand way, his hands gesturing as if this fact cannot be helped. "I guess you could say, I'm in with a shot." It is a joke, a pun. Because, perhaps, because this is the best medicine for despair. Levity. Normality. Laughter, if it is at all possible, was a precious commodity to survivors of such terrors. Nephrite is here to provide comfort, most of all.
Kazuo Saitou	Kunzite's form of temperature regulation is, at the moment, apparently to put a hand over his face and sigh. Then to let it drop, and glance around for anyone who's looked up at the introduction. Temperature regulation and -- "And keeping the healer from overstretching himself and becoming part of the problem," he supplies. "Also by extension keeping an eye on anyone else, or at least fetching and carrying." Or scrubbing. Though if Luna-P comes from here, he can only imagine tiny bouncing catballs duly spraying disinfectant.
Zoisite	"A comedic bartender? Unless your willing to deal with young ones, perhaps your services would be better met in the Royal Kitchen. The only alcohol served here is 99% Isopropyl." The voice came behind one of the white curtains that hung around one of the more unfortunate survivors. It was tired, but carried an undertone of good humor sarcasm to it. "But we are in need of more healers and anyone with strength to bring in more survivors. With the the entrance of the Palace unblocked, I'm sure more will be filing in." A quiet sound of spray followed. ''"There, now just relax. You'll feel better soon."'' Curtain pulled aside for a young man to step out, Average high, slender with a stark white cybernetic arm. The right side. Long wavy firey golden hair twirled up in a messy bun, held by a green clip. Scrubs of light blue, dirty white sneakers that have seen enough action in one month. He turned around finally to greet the newcomers, only to look taken aback by the center figure between the two taller men. Firey green eyes searching over the figure dressed in black and cape, resembling their Majesty in almost every detail besides the height and... Well... Lack of tangible anatomy. Of course, it wasn't the King. Had a miracle happened, the Place would have erupted in celebration. "Apologies for staring, you just reminded me of our King. I'm sure you get that a lot. I'm Isamu Hanakawa." A courteous bow before straightening up. His face was androgenous and incredibly attractive. Much like-- "Unfortunately, the only real practitioners in the Palace would be his Majesty as you know, and Doctor Mizonu. However she is not available most of the time, and our King is just as busy if not more. So it's only me most of the time, and I'm a novice nurse. If the healer has any medical knowledge like his Majesty or Doctor Mizuno, it would be of great help." --Zoisite.
Takuto Tsunashi	"I'm sure the King will let us break into his stash," the boy in the middle says breezily... He grins outright at the reactions of the two boys at his sides to the stuff that's coming out of his mouth, and then-- --the masked boy looks just as taken aback as the golden-haired young man in the scrubs. "What? No, I mean, I do get that a lot, but--" He takes a breath. "It's because I ''am'' him, but seventeen and from another timeline. Your princess went and brought us back to help. Sailor Moon is here, too." But he's staring. "You look--" Then he shakes his head firmly. "You should meet the King. I mean, the grown-up one. I'm still just the Prince." Winning smile. "But yes: same healing. And this is Nephrite," he adds hopefully, and then even more hopefully, "and Kunzite. And please let me know if those names feel like anything to you. But also please tell me where you need my hands."
Nephrite	"Gods, you look like shit--" Nephrite cannot help the slip from under his breath, before his mind catches up to him. This is not Zoisite. No, rather, it is, but another Zoisite. Who, as he recalls rapidly, does not know that he is Zoisite, just as Nephrite's own counterpart did not understand the gravity of who he was and what he must become, either. Surely, though, this is the reborn Shitennou. As he looks at the Nurse, he can feel it like a knot in the bottom of his gut. He must be the one. He shakes himself of the instinctual familiarity, the rudeness that it is now to a stranger. A glance is given to Mamoru, briefly, before they return to Isamu. "Sorry." Nephrite swallows, and claps his hands together in a stalling, recovering way and forces a polite smile. "You know, I will be headed to the kitchen later. There's a very beautiful lady currently stress-cooking enough to feed an army of elephants, in there. I should probably make an appearance, by and by, to help her out. For the moment, though... everything the Prince has said is true." He glanced around them, lifting his chin. "And I won't swear in front of the young ones."
Kazuo Saitou	Kunzite gives a polite bow as he's introduced, not least so that he has something to interrupt his own attempts not to stare. (what happened to his ''arm'' what happened to his ''ARM'' what happened to -- mind your own timeline's business, Kazuo) "It's an honor to meet you, Hanakawa-san. There's a group of survivors that'll be following us in; but they're in reasonably good shape, so please don't feel you need to brace for incoming injured." Unless Nephrite causes inadvertent convulsions. "You might have more volunteers to assist."
Zoisite	''You look--'' ''You look like shit--'' Isamu had been biting his lower lip in an attempt to keep himself composed, but the bluntness caught him off guard enough to make him buckle slightly and laugh. It reached his eyes, no sharpness seen, only pointy angles and a blooming beam of something warm shining through. Not magic, but Isamu seemed like a young man that did not carry as much as his other self. At least, nothing visible ''yet.'' Still, he shook his head, still smiling with his eyes. "Again, my apologies. But yes, I do look like shit. It has been a miserable month to exist in. Looking like shit just means I'm waking up alive." A silver lining in the middle of so much decay and tragedy. Then his gaze settled on Tuxedo Kamen. ''"Ah,'' so that's where all of this new noise if coming from. Her Highness bringing back as much hope as she can. If you really are a young King Endymion, then the light at the end of the tunnel shines brighter. Thank you for heeding her call for help. And the news of the incoming survivors being in good shape also relieves me." "Anyway, as for your companions..." Green gaze looks over Nephrite and Kunzite both, a sudden vicious scrutiny at how focused they became, his right eye shining with two blue rings--it was also cybernetic. A small surprise. With a blink, it returned to normal. "Of course those names feel like something to me. I'm looking at two incredibly handsome men built like boulders. Minerals, you could say. So their names make sense. If only I knew more behind the meaning of them." Unfortunately, no, neither of the two Shitennou stirred anything within Isamu. All he could truly see were gorgeous men he could easily flirt with if he found the time. Perhaps he could make time. ''Oh, never mind.'' Seemed like the thick haired one was already interested in someone in the kitchen. Ah well. Perhaps the white haired one would be willing to play. "Since all three of you are offering to help, then please... There is a group of survivors that barely escaped the miasma. Different ages in the group. Sick, wounded, and in need of extra attention. So--" He looks over to Kunzite. "Pretty boy, are you willing to help those patients get clean and change beddings? It's not too bad, but if we fall behind, it could cause a hazard and we must keep everything clean." A wink. "Don't worry, everyone here is incredibly understanding if you have questions." "And you, lover boy? I might actually use you to distract the children in that group for a while. You seem like you'll need the practice for your future anyway." A chuckle. Finally, "And your Highness, if you do have the same powers as King Endymion, then you know what I'll be asking for. Please, heal them as much as you can, without overstretching yourself."
Kazuo Saitou	-- lover boy? To Nephrite? There's a moment in which Kunzite gives Nephrite a startled glance, and then somehow manages to keep his half-smile from being an outright smirk. Somehow. "Point me at linen and laundry, and wherever your hygiene routines are posted, and I'm off," Kunzite says to Isamu. Or at someone who can tell him, presumably. ... he is not off without stealing a moment of touching Mamoru's skin if he can, before they're both washed up. In some form. Whether it's a brush against fingertips or a kiss on the cheek, it's ''very'' quick.
Mamoru Chiba	Mamoru's eyes widen behind his mask, and he's-- --blushing? And then starting to look huffy, and then he gets a kiss on the cheek and he blushes A Lot More and draws himself up with (pleased but) wounded dignity. And then even that's rapidly replaced by a flicker of devilry. "You're welcome to flirt with ''me''," he says archly, ruined a second later by a shiteating grin. He's still in his outside clothes, so before he goes near sick people, he drops his henshin to get rid of the dirty magical clothes, and he goes to scrub up. He really is terribly seventeen, his face still has the rounded softness of a healthy adolescence and his fluffy hair needs a trim because it's getting in his glasses again, and his t-shirt and jeans and leather jacket are ''nothing'' like what the King wears, and-- --Isamu will never have seen the King without his mask. Same for all of the people in the infirmary...
Nephrite	There's a moment, when Kunzite has that look on his face, and Nephrite turns his head to peer back at him. Because indecipherable as Kunzite's expressions can often be to others, Nephrite knows that one, and knows that inside, the bastard is laughing. "Stop it." He mouths, looking at once harrassed and tired. A deep breath drawn in, and he holds it for a moment, before smiling cordially at Isamu and bowing his head some. On the edges of that smile is something like an internal scream, and perhaps just a touch of pinkness to his face where there was not before. But only just. "I would be so lucky," he says through grinning teeth, as Mamoru moves off to clean up. "I'll just--" He gestures, and moves off towards the group with several children.
Zoisite	Oh... Oh never mind indeed. Click of his tongue as he saw Kunzite press a peck upon the past version of the King, getting the hint very quickly but moving along with stride. "Oh, you're poly. Interesting. Not something I could see myself in, but for a King, you do have good taste in partners if your boyfriend is anything to go by." The compliment is genuine, the flicker of disappointment gone. "Kunzite, once you're done washing, the fresh linen will be at the back. Just ask Kimura-san. She'll assist you." Quick to give the directions for one of the Shitennou, and reminds himself to thank Nephrite later before that one leaves--quite proud of himself in making the man blush. He did await for the king-to-be, very patient and taking in the view of the much younger man before him. Huh. Still a teenager, and nothing he expected King Endymion to look like under that mask. Of course, their Majesty was much, much older. "You'll follow me then. I can introduce you to the patients that most need your miracle powers. If you need to rest any in between, just tell me. I'll set in for you." Once the boy was ready, they were off to the rest of the infirmary.