#thug specimen

[thugguzzler]

It'd be cool to have a living Tumblr Thug Collection at home to play with. Like wet specimens; except alive and Thuggin in mason jars on a shelf. And when u get tired of the inevitable BS a MFing Thug will pull, just put Him back in, seal the lid and place alongside the other ones. Maybe even trade em out like Pokemon. Gotta Catch 'Em All! #BonsaiThugGoals

[bludhavenbooty]

The Djinn’s Reward (Submission!)

Nightwing had seen a lot of weird things in her career as a supervigilante - aliens, monsters, mad scientists - but at the end of the day, she was a human being and she specialized in stopping human crimes. When the communicator on her wrist pinged a silent alarm at the Gotham Institute of Antiquities, Nightwing leapt into action expecting art thieves.

The break-in hadn’t been subtle. Sneaking in through the broken skylight, Nightwing found the Middle Eastern gallery being prowled by the villainous Baron Geld and his dimwitted minions. The gold-obsessed gangster normally targeted jewelry stores and auction houses, but Nightwing didn’t question what he would want here before ambushing Geld’s muscle. She effortlessly sapped one from behind with an escrima stick, then delivered a kick to the gut and a smack to the skull on the second. The last one got to raise his fist and take two steps forward before Nightwing effortlessly deflected his arm with one escrima stick and drove the but of her other between the thug’s eyes. That left Nightwing facing down Baron Geld himself - a unimpressive dandy dressed like the bad guy from an old Robin Hood movie. He grinned with an annoying amount of confidence, regardless.

“Ah, Nightwing, Bludhaven’s own lady of the night, you’ve grace we humble men with your presence.”

The boyish superheroine spun her escrima sticks, cocked her hips, and smirked at the costumed criminal. “Humble is one way to put it, Geld. You didn’t even bring enough men to make it a challenge.”

“Yes, good help can be so hard to find,” Baron Geld held up a simple glass bottle, taken from the museum display. With a flourish, he pulled out a stopper. “But I think I found a new henchman I can depend on!”

There was a bang and then a cloud of thick white smoke. Nightwing reached for her gas mask, when the smoke impossibly reversed course and seemingly congealed in the center of the room. Dixie stared in shock as the smoke resolved into a figure of a gigantic man.

“Ha ha ha, I’m finally free!” The djinn bellowed with joy. He grinned at Baron Geld. “As I swore centuries ago, I would shower the man who freed me with all the riches of the world. Gold, jewels, a harem of beauties… All of it will be yours, sir!”

“A harem? Great, a harem! Then her!” Baron Geld pointed at Nightwing with a smile of vicious triumph. “Make her my first harem girl!”

Dixie’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know what to do about a magical genie, but she wasn’t going down without a fight! Nightwing clenched her sticks and charged at Baron Geld, determined to grab the bottle. But the djinn snapped her fingers and Dixie fell flat on her face as her combat boots dissolved, along with her uniform and her weapons and her mask. Instead, Dixie now wore a golden belly dancers outfit.

“Are you sure you want her, sir?” The djinn laughed down at Dixie. “She’s a fine specimen of a warrior, but for a concubine-?”

“If you can make improvements, I wouldn’t complain.”

“Wait-” Dixie tried to beg, but the djinn clapped his hands twice and Dixie’s body convulsed with vulgar heat. She starred in helpless confusion as her muscle melted away to give her a slender physique, while her breasts swelled into round globes. Dixie bit her plumping lips as her hair inched down her neck and back. It felt amazing. It felt like an orgasmic full-body massage as a tan spread over her and make-up blossomed on her face.

“Mmmmm, what have you done to me?” Dixie moaned sensually. She didn’t sound like herself. She didn’t fell like herself. It was like struggling to stay awake, stronger than any drug Dixie had experienced.

“Shall she have a new name, sir?”

“Hmmm… Aurora.” Geld licked his lips and stared into her eyes. A chill passed up Dixie’s spine, barely noticeable under the sexual heat. “The first of Baron Geld’s new treasures.”

“Very good, sir.” The djinn clapped his hands again. “Rise, Aurora, and serve your master.”

Dixie blinked and Aurora opened her eyes, feeling her self-righteousness and fear fall away. Hunger and pride took their place. She was Aurora, who lived to please her master, the Baron Geld, as one of his golden treasures.

(Thank you @parasex-jamboree​ for the very hot submission!)

[blackjackkent]

Despite the gnome woman's posturing, the Guild folks don't seem to mind Rakha taking a look around the ship or looting the bodies of the Stone Lord's thugs.

One of them is carrying a maul named Corpsegrinder, and also a note:

Another note on the ship itself, pinned to a crate among its cargo:

"Sounds like a pleasant fellow, this Stone Lord," Wyll says dryly as Rakha folds the note up and puts it away.

"Mm." Jaheira grunts, her eyebrows knitted together in thought. "I have not heard tell of him. That is a new face among the city's cast."

"You keep a close eye on the workings of the city's underbelly, do you?" Minthara asks with a sardonic edge.

"I have my reasons," Jaheira says shortly.

-----

There's a tadpole specimen sitting among the cargo looted from the ship, and two more on the ship itself, which Rakha scoops up. Since we're committed to using All the Worms at this point, I gave her:

"Absorb Intellect," which now gives her the ability to heal herself by sucking away a foe's INT score.

"Mind Blast" - a conical attack of 4d8+4 Psychic damage plus a possible stun

"Ability Drain" which allows her to, whenever she lands an attack, reduce one of the target's abilities by 1 (strength for a melee attack, dex for a ranged attack, and charisma for a spell attack) ONCE PER TURN.

That latter one is pretty wild. Rakha's started using a bunch of her new illithid powers in combat, too, and I've gotta say, it's all pretty powerful. For better or for worse, the Emperor wasn't kidding about the worms being an evolution - of a sort, at least.

[newhorizonsxiv]

Visual Novel Meme

Getting to this very late but this is a dual answer to a couple of asks from @luck-and-larceny and @furys-mercy​ I didn’t forget either of you, just had some irl stuff going on that did a number on my creativity and productivity for a while. Hope this was worth the wait. It ended up rather long so the meme proper is under the cut.

Our story begins in the Jewel of the Sagolii, the bustling city of Ul’dah. You stand before the Ruby Road Exchange where a small crowd has gathered to watch the street performers. There are jugglers, fire eaters and the usual dancing girls though on this day one among them catches at your eye. Maybe it’s her fiery hair, maybe it’s her formidable height, towering as she does above the mostly miqo’te dancers around her, or perhaps it’s the way she moves, making no effort to seduce onlookers with her curves nor to play to the crowd for coin. She seems to be dancing for herself alone, for the sheer joy of movement. 

CORAFEL

It’s easy enough to grab Cora’s attention provided your ATTRACTIVENESS is high enough and once you have it all you need to do to keep it is to be kind to her. This route will largely consist of slice of life vignettes as you help to get the sheltered girl onto her feet properly in the big bad city and will have all the classic hallmarks of a First Love story with cute dates and lots of awkward fumbling. Gifts of jewelry, clothing and cosmetics will help to keep her interest, as will books about exciting adventures and exotic locales. Keeping her interest is far easier than keeping the woman herself, however, as several times throughout her route hired thugs will attempt to abduct her back to her father or to the man she was meant to marry before fleeing home so you’d best have the martial PROWESS to fend off a series of increasingly skilled assailants throughout the route before finally facing her reviled betrothed in a duel at the climax or else you will need the political SAVVY to outmaneuver the man and prove yourself a more advantageous partner for her family to join with. All in all this is a pretty standard romance novel sort of route. Sweet rather than spicy and with almost all of the challenge coming from external forces. 

Turning off of the Ruby Road you enter the bustling chaos of the Quicksand, it’s standing room only inside with a crowd or rowdy partiers between you and the bar but there in one dimly lit corner you spot a tiny oasis of calm, a lone elezen leaning against the wall, his attention focused on the book in his hand.

GHISLAIN

The only way to get yourself onto Ghislain’s route is to impress him with your INTELLECT. The only way to stay on it is not to try to push your burgeoning friendship into a romance until he suggests it himself. And even then, don’t expect this one to be spicy or frankly to include any sex at all as Ghislain is very ace. He is, however, open to romance and all of its assorted fluff so long as a strong emotional attachment has been formed beforehand. Paying attention to the things he does and says in unguarded moments when he lets his mask slip will be the key to developing that attachment. This would likely be the most challenging route if only because so much of what he presents in the beginning is a persona, and a persona he has nothing but contempt for, at that. Trying to win the heart of the man he’s pretending to be will only earn you that contempt in turn. Rather you should call out those early excesses and opinions as frivolous and vain while showing a strong inclination for scholarly pursuits and learning for its own sake. Gifts of books, historical artifacts and interesting natural specimens will gain you further favor. Eventually, inevitably, you’ll learn his secret and his true identity. At that point there will be a test of your political SAVVY to see if you can figure out a way to clear his name and save his family from ruin. Success in this endeavor will earn you the best ending and a lifelong place in Ghislain’s heart.

Leaving the Quicksand via the rear you find yourself in Pearl Lane, the shadier side of Ul’dah. On the corner ahead you see a highlander man baiting in drunken patrons stumbling from the bar with a shell game and across the alleyway from this game a miqo’te fellow leans against the wall watching the game with a wry smile on his face looking for all the world as though he were enjoying a bit of street theater.

ILTHUS

A pulse and the slightest hint of interest is all it takes to get yourself onto the trash cat route and it’s not a hard route to remain on either so long as you’re the forgiving sort. Expect to be dragged into some dirty dealings by this man and for him to have his own very specific definition of “helping” when it comes to any difficulties you might have that need a second pair of hands. Any gifts you choose to offer him will be happily accepted though practical things he can make some use of like weapons, dice, cards or tools of the rogue’s trade will be best received. Expect this route to be very spicy and to head right into the bedroom from as early on as you express the slightest interest in exploring that. Ilthus is even quite happy to be your piece on the side if you’re on another main route though he will make a nuisance of himself by being the polar opposite of subtle about the fact that you’re knocking boots on the regular. It’s almost impossible to fail or even to end this route once you’re on it. You have to be actively trying to shake him off and find the right words to really hurt him emotionally to get him to finally leave your character alone, however this isn’t an easy route to reach a good ending on either. Only two types of character really have a shot at it. You need to be either a street smart tough as nails type with enough WIT and martial PROWESS to survive in his world and even to beat him at his own game or a sheltered academic type whose piercing INTELLECT is matched only by their complete obliviousness to their own ATTRACTIVENESS. He’ll find either of these a challenge too alluring to pass up and may be willing to put in a little effort of his own for a change.

Passing from Pearl Lane you wander over onto the Sapphire Avenue Exchange. Various merchants stand hawking their wares. One stall in particular catches your eye owing to the eclectic mix of goods. It seems to be equal parts clothing vendor and food stand with an assortment of gaudy fabrics on display beside tempting little meat pies and skewers of roasted vegetables. Standing awkwardly alongside the stall is a dark haired Seeker male who seems to be trying to thread the needle between being imposing enough to deter any would-be thieves while being inviting enough not to deter would-be customers. He’s having a hard time finding the right balance and irritation is starting to show on the face of the lalafellin vendor who apparently owns the stall.

SHIHAN

Kindness and diligence are the most important qualities to have for this route. This poor guy desperately needs help but is far too proud to actually ask for it and almost too proud to accept it unless it’s tactfully offered. Once he accepts then successful completion of the arc will require a character with ample political/legal SAVVY to help worm him and his tribe out of a nasty contract and only once that step is done can a real romance begin. Shihan will not accept any gifts intended for him but will be deeply touched by gifts that he can give to the children of the tribe so toys, small animals that can be made into pets and age appropriate books will all be appreciated greatly. His undying friendship can be earned by helping with his tribe’s troubles but anyone wishing to woo the taciturn tia will need to have a very sharp WIT and enough martial PROWESS to prove a worthy hunting partner. He also highly values honesty and a willingness to pitch in and try to help whenever and wherever people are struggling. This one can get spicy once you’ve established yourself as his type and given him reason to trust you. A lifetime of selfless devotion can quite easily transfer to a deep and abiding desire to make sure you are completely satisfied both in the bedroom and outside of it.

Leaving Pearl Lane via the Gates of Thal you come across a spot of trouble. A small gang of rough looking men are menacing a young boy and his scraggly chocobo just outside the city gates. As you’re deciding whether or not to get involved yourself a small bag lands at the feet of the apparent leader of this gang and shortly explodes into a dizzying array of multicolored bangs and spinning pyrotechnics. The chocobo and its rider bolt past you and on into the city as several arrows begin whizzing through the smoke. The gang scatters in confusion leaving you alone as a lone miqo'te woman with an enormous feathered hat and a bow slung over one shoulder approaches through the clearing smoke.

LYNETH

Hope you’re ready for an adventure because this route will certainly give you one, or possibly a dozen. This woman never met a good cause she wouldn’t fight for even and especially when she’s outgunned and overmatched. You’ll need either a considerable amount of martial PROWESS or the devil’s own LUCK to get through her arc in one piece and a silver tongue and sharp WIT to keep up with her constant flirtatious banter. Gifts of fancy booze, smutty novels and exotic cooking ingredients will win you extra favor. This route will be a mix of sweetness and spice full of adrenaline-laced kisses and steamy nights under the stars. To reach her good ending you’ll need to prove you’re loyal, dependable and always down for a new adventure.

[medaknight4]

Frozen Assets

Chapter 3: Ritual Summon

An eerie stillness followed the intrusion despite the steady breeze that now filtered into the fortress. Although the room was now partially filled with sunlight, the shade that remained clung fast, deepening in the newfound tension. Lhikan felt like he was under the gaze of a thousand eyes, sizing up the situation at hand. Restricted by the possibilities, the Toa of Fire realized that he was clenching his jaw much too tightly. He relaxed his muscles and finally let himself breathe. A soft yellow light scattered a few straggling shadows as Lhikan activated his Hau, shrouding his body in a shimmering shield. He glanced down towards Mace and pleaded in hushed tones. “Come back to us.”

Flail was rapidly checking their comrade’s vital signs. Heartlight: fading. Optics: unresponsive. Brain stalk: avoided sustaining injuries, but only just. The unlikely projectile threaded the needle between Mace’s mask and their skull. There was a small laceration behind the auditory conduit; if it were a centimeter back, the impact would have been undeniably fatal. But Mace is a fighter. Flail turned their massive shoulders towards Lhikan (and, more importantly, away from their unwanted guests), silently mouthing a name: Matua. The rookie nodded. His mask power wouldn’t encompass his teammates entirely but he could throw his body between them and any approaching threat.

Vinik felt it in his bones: he had to stall for time. He had no clue what these mercenaries were asking for, but he knew a deal wasn’t going to happen. No, he had to string them along just enough to allow backup to arrive.

“Look around you, Hunters.” He pointed towards the hulking brute in the hole-way, and then to the room at large. “There are specimens a plenty ripe for the bargaining. All you had to do was ask!”

Vezok, the navy-blue ne'er-do-well with the unnaturally toothy smile, squinted in annoyance. The Skakdi’s eyes lit orange; Vinik felt an invisible impact to his pauldron and was knocked off his feet, spinning backwards from the blow. The Toa whipped his Protosteel claw into the floor, catching himself before he careened into the wall behind him. Vinik felt a pop in his shoulder as he landed in a painful kneel. Spirit’s sake, really? I just got that fixed! Vinik retracted his gauntlets and looked back towards the mercenaries, rubbing his newly injured arm. “You three should really be more careful around here! Don’t you know that Frostelus have terrible ideas about architectural alterations?” As if to illustrate his point, a few bits of mortar fell from the newly formed window.

The other Skakdi, a maroon thug named Hakann, hissed at his accomplice and smacked him upside the head. “Listen to the clown and don’t miss.”

“I didn’t! You just saw–”

Ancient huffed and gripped the two bickering beings by the back of the neck. “I tire of these games, Toa. Give me what I want, lest this wretched place crumble to the ground with every failure inside along with it.”

Vinik slowly stood up and put his weight on his back leg, his fists in a pugilist stance. “Including you?”

The massive Dark Hunter fired three Rhotuka in rapid succession towards the insolent Toa before him. Enough was enough. It came as a surprise, then, to see every one of his shots miss. The warrior seemed to duck and weave between the wheels of energy like a leaf on the wind.

Impossible.

Ancient stomped his heels into the floor, activating the levitation Kanoka in his heavy boots. He needed the mobility boost in case of–

CRACK!

A speeding silver blur struck Hakann in the chest, sending a fine mist into the mercenary’s face. He spluttered and shook his head, but before the Skakdi had the opportunity to complain, a thin crackle of energy emanated from his shoulder and latched onto Vezok’s hip. Hakann felt his head slam into his partner in crime as his shoulder zipped to where the thread – now a chain – anchored itself to. The two Skakdi fell into a heap of curses and insults. Ancient moved before scanning the chamber, strafing left as another CRACK! filled the air and a blur flew out the hole in the wall. A third grazed the Dark Hunter’s leg as it hit the cobblestone behind him, a tangled mess of vines erupting from the impact. Enough shots to triangulate his new targets.

There, in the shadows of the far corridor.

Ancient fired another volley of Rhotuka towards the darkness. Two new Toa leaped from their hiding spot, now fully part of the fray. The blue and white one’s mask faded to matte as she stopped focusing on her Kanohi; the Toa of the Green pulled a bulky machete from the small of his back.

“Sorry for the delay, Vinny.” Nikila, too, drew her weapon and brandished it to face their new foe. “A good ambush is so hard to come by these days.”

Vinik’s eyes lit up as he heard his teammate’s voice. It took all he had to not turn around to greet her as he kept his eyes on Ancient. “All we need is Les and we’re set!”

Matua’s eyes darted around the chamber, landing upon Mace’s still form. He cursed and ran towards his own comrades. “Tower!”

Lhikan winced, his mask and shield flickering. He was losing concentration but it should last long enough to get upstairs. Flail picked up Mace, wrapping their armor around their patient like a cocoon, and fled up the adjoining spiral staircase with surprising speed for one so bulky. Ancient took aim but was interupted by a burst of sound swatting his temple.

“Oh no you don’t.”

The Dark Hunter glared at the silver menace. He clicked his heels together and landed with a heavy thud. The veteran enforcer cracked his neck and his knuckles as he headed towards the two Toa. “Hard way it is.”

Vezok studied the fight from afar as he struggled against his energized bonds. Ancient was as strong as a Muaka and tougher than a pissed off Kane-Ra, yet even he was having trouble. Every time he blocked one attack and dealt with a foe, the other would pick up the slack. An impromptu dance of battered flesh and Protosteel. Still, Ancient relented with calm fury.

If I can help this brute defeat these dolts, I could use him to acquire the Makoki Stone, take him out while he’s weakened, and get out of here free as a Gukko. I just need to get out of these cursed bindings! If only I could be as strong as he is…

Vezok grinned wickedly as an idea formed in his head. Could it lead to knocking himself and his patsy out cold? Yes. But the reward would be worth the risk. He squatted and sprung towards the scuffle, bringing his enraged accomplice with him.

“What in the Pit are you doing?!” cried Hakann. “You want us both dead?”

Vezok hesitated to explain his scheme, lest Hakann ruin it with his loud prattling, so he simply continued to make his way towards the Toa of Sonics. Almost there. In the chaos of the battle, Vezok was nearly squashed underneath Ancient’s heel, but he persisted. Vinik leaped above the Dark Hunter’s head as Nikila swiped at his legs. He was ready for the sweep but not the overhead. Vinik unleashed a cone of sound down towards the floor as Nikila dodged out of the way. The short burst of noise dazed the three mercenaries just long enough for Nikila to jam her trident onto Ancient’s wrist, jolting her foe. Vezok snapped awake to the Dark Hunter’s groans of pain. This was his last chance.

“I need you to get angry, Hakann!” Vezok squirmed against the energy chain, making sure his spine was against his fellow Skakdi’s.

“As if I wasn’t already!” Hakann felt a horrible ringing in his ears. He also felt the needles on his back meet resistance and the plan finally clicked. He roared in pent-up rage as a fire roiled in his belly, then between his shoulder blades. His elemental flames met with bubbling water, an onslaught of steam hissing between the two. Vezok wasn’t sure if using two powers at once would kill him but the plan was already in motion; he was going to find out. He let the sonic energy he absorbed flow through his spine in tandem with the water he was supplying. After a few seconds, the built-up sound and steam exploded, flinging the two Skakdi apart.

When Vezok came to, he noticed that everyone else in the chamber had been caught in the blast as well. Nikila had been thrown next to the tower stairs and Vinik had the wind knocked out of him. There was a crack in the ceiling above the Toa of Sonics – he had been tossed upwards! Shame he was still alive. So that left…

Ancient slammed Vezok into the wall by his throat. “Give me one good reason you don’t die for that.”

“Quickly,” Vezok wheezed. “While they’re recouping. We can end this and get… the… Stone…”

Ancient chose not to crush the Skakdi’s windpipe and instead turned to face the staircase. He reasoned that the Toa above were the ones to know the location of the information he required. The Dark Hunter was battered and bruised but could still handle extraction. He took a step before stopping in annoyance. Two familiar figures arrived: one with a mace and the other with two greatswords. And they looked ready for a fight.

Ancient sighed and muttered under his breath. “It was supposed to be quiet.” He steeled himself and lumbered forward. These Skakdi are going to make a choice when this is over: clean up the bodies for me or join them.

Prev | First | Next

[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (IDW) #15: Blood Brothers - part 1

Read Date: September 21, 2022 Cover Date: October 2012 ● Writer: Kevin Eastman ◦ Tom Waltz ● Art: Andy Kuhn ● Colorist: Ronda Pattison ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: Bobby Curnow ●

Synopsis: The issue begins with a flashback to fourteen months prior to the current events in the ongoing series. At StockGen Specimen 6 (a snapping turtle) is being injected with mutagen derived from the contaminated version present in Old Hob's blood. Chet Allen and Lindsey Baker are conducting the experiment. By one month in to the experiment the turtle had more than doubled in size, and he was primed to begin psychological conditioning. By five months in it is strong enough to take on a whole squadron of men. Its physical development has been progressing much faster than its mental development, making controlling it difficult. Two weeks before current series events, it escaped from StockGen. The previous night, Michelangelo was getting pizza from Woody Dirkins. The two talk for a few minutes before Mikey leaves and they agree to meet at the same time the next night. After Mikey leaves, Woody is attacked by the escaped StockGen specimen, trained to hunt down the Turtles. Currently, the Turtles are investigating the scene of an attack. Witnesses report a "big, green lizard" and "deadly force authorized". Leonardo says they need to hurry up and found another underground hideout before they get blamed for the attacks.

The Turtles make their way to check out a potential hideout found by Donatello and April, and Raphael reminds him they're on a tight schedule because he has to make it to Casey's first ice hockey game on time. On the way the Turtles talk about Splinter's "Destroy Shredder Manifesto", wherein he said while the Shredder lives they will never have peace. Michelangelo says he went by the pizza shop earlier but Woody wasn't there, meaning the Turtles would have to eat Splinter's salty vegetables and rice for dinner.

Back at the Turtle's current hideout (April's parents' old antique shop), Splinter is cooking salty vegetables and rice. He asks Casey to turn the television on so he can watch his stories. But when Casey turns the TV on, the news is reporting the series of attacks going on in the city (including the one on Woody at Rupert's Pizzeria), deemed to be the work of a vandal called "Slash" by the local media. Just then April comes in, telling Casey and Splinter to come look at her van. April's van had been attacked by Slash. April deduces Slash to be the escaped specimen from StockGen.

While the Turtles are on their way to check out the new hideout they stop to interrupt a mugging, and they are twice referred to as "Slash monsters", emphasizing the need for them to find a safer hideout to avoid a case of mistaken identity. As they flee scene after disposing of the thugs, Slash arrives at the scene, hot on their trail. He catches a glimpse of them and tears of part of one of the thugs' shirts, fashioning himself a black bandana like the other Turtles'. The Turtles arrive at the potential hideout, an abandoned church with a nuclear fallout shelter underneath. The Turtles are checking out the dark bunker with flashlights and decide the place is perfect when Slash arrives. Once inside he attacks. He eventually knocks out Donatello and Raphael and is about to take out Leonardo.

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Blood_Brothers,_part_1)

Fan Art: LEONARDO goodbye, my brothers… greyscale by DeadPea

[justmandika]

If your OCs have a story quest just like in Genshin or HSR

What would it be about and would it need more than 1 part or not?

// HI, it's so funny thing I don't really uhhh play wither of those??? But if they had little side quests, I could offer those. Since I imitate NPC behavior. I won't list them all, but I have a selective few at my hand. As for stories, I'm not that good at them, sorry.

Pearce Whittaker - Probably a gatherer of various exotic fruits and flowers. Multiple areas to explore for hidden items sooo... Probably 2 for fruits and flowers. Might give the player recipes for exchange.

Ebenezer Allard - A practitioner who is interested in science and medicine. I like to think if... for whatever reason as it may, he learns about various cases. Maybe something like finding specimen for him to subject on or to bring him samples to study via serum. Could be a guy who is willing to discount healing items if completed.

Amanda MacGurk - A lady who plays dirty. I like to think her quests demand you to interrogate / threaten any clients she finds scummy on her behalf. Probably only one part, but if you did manage to beat all of the diet bags in her local area, she MAY or may not help you in your cause as a fighter.

Cain Connors - My RPG OC! Now, I don't have much to say other than originally he is on his own mission to find his best friend Abelia. Buuut! If the player saved his best friend from some thugs and returned her safely to him. I think he'd be forever grateful. Maybe a part 2 where he asks for you to find my friends other RPG OCs within a specific time limit. He might give you something in return for rekindling his friendships.

Ignace Proloux - Honestly, just doing his work for him. He would probably give you a big payout despite himself being a lazy ass. Feels like later on, he has new objectives for players to revisit if they like. Think of him as a figurative bounty board.... or a bulletin board of job listing 😭🙏

ALU - Big fox demon. Now, normally, I'd say, taking over the world, BUT, I like to think if, in essence, the player can use spells and charms; Alu would like to them to impress him with their knowledge on the spells. (Especially if their upgradable). If you master all the spells and charms, he could give you the ability to summon him as a lil surprise easter egg.

// There's probably more ocs I haven't done, but these are the only ones bouncing around in my head right now. Hope this gives some sort of answer despite being half baked.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

100 Nonverbal Prompts | Open

@azure-steel asked: sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face - //remember those tender moment Cloud and Reno shared in their AC verse? Because I do ;u;

He'd been so far out in his own mind, in his own body and senses, and in the flickers of memory--crazy, wasn't it? To be back in the old streets he'd wandered in his use in the slums. Wasn't the first time he'd wandered back through, not by a long shot, but his visits before since joining the Turks always seemed to give him a layer of distance tied up in the responsibility and expectation and the focus.

Now? It's as if he'd been covered in a thick shawl and now his raw body was stepping out into the brisk, unrelenting nature of the world. He walked nonetheless, with an ally at his side, dealing with thugs, hunting stray specimens that needed putting down, but the longer he lingered, the more the fog of memory weighed down his mind.

Until they had finished their work, a little beat up and sweaty, but that just meant they got the job done, right? Good work, between the mouthy Turk and the snarky Merc, as usual when they put their best effort into. They were finished, taking a breather, but Reno found himself sitting amongst rubble familiar in ways he didn't so much want to remember. The flickers and visions tried to persist, to become more clear, but he kept them at bay. But his usual grin and air of cocky fire had be snuffed down to a flicker as he was forced to...reflect.

The cold, flickering buzz swirling around him like a foggy whirlpool before finally, the touch seemed to be a drop of warm elixir in the unforgiving waters of ice and numbness. A gloved hand tucked on of their longer strands of red hair behind his ear, where it usually was. He didn't snap suddenly out of his fog, but he did drift out of it faster and faster, until his gaze shifted to look at Cloud, finally.

Turquoise looked into mako-tinted blues. He wanted to scoff, the words were right there on his lips, Getting soft in your older merc years huh, but they never passed, his lips never found their way to part, though there was a tremble, like he couldn't decide whether to grin or not.

In the end, Reno made use of whatever part of Cloud was nearest and planted his forehead...and sighed out a breath heavier than he even released through all the physical exertion before. Reno had many ties, and many weights wrapping around him from here in the slums, underneath the plates, that he lived with, and he would continue to do so proudly and stubbornly. But sometimes, just sometimes...

Support to help with that weight was...welcome.

[burdened-boy]

!!

@chronicparagon

Harmony is someone's daughter, soon to be was someone's daughter. I am firmly the villain in our interactions, a creeping, lurking thug, trapped in his own world of impulses and regrets. Perhaps there is a way to strike an impasse, by offering money; silence can be bought for most sums, though some may see it as a band-aid solution, whose symptoms will come back worse than ever. However, I don't think such blackmail is worth worrying about in regards to this specimen; empty eyes of fear and panicked sprinting demonstrate her feelings for me succinctly. I do not want to hurt this nymph, though my finger itches in way that only the trigger of my gun can scratch. She is deer, I am the hunter. She doesn't understand me, and I know everything about her.

Unfortunately, I do not crave venison.

[pitgritted]

⟐ 𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄  𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌  .                                            the  boss  swore  ,  he  could  sniff  out  the  vapor  of  big  headed  testosterone  &  egotistical  worth  .  the  room  seemed  hot  &  airless  suddenly  ,  &  it  certainly  wasn’t  stemming  of  typical  ionian  summers  .  sett  was  looking  at  him  intently  ,  seemingly  sober  in  defiance  of  all  logic  .  sizing  this  noxian  commander  carefully  .  even  beneath  all  that  noxian  brawn  &  spunk  [  ;  ]  he  couldn’t  even  will  himself  to  entertain  it  [  ...  ]  sitting  down  next  to  him  like  he  owned  the  place  .  a  faded  flush  settles  upon  his  cheeks  beneath  the  prickled  stubble  .

                                            ❝  not  even  close  .  ❞

                                            a  loitering  barmaid  swept  away  his  half  emptied  bronze  chalice  &  carefully  extricated  herself  from  the  vicinity  .  ❝  i  told  your  boys  [  ;  ]  i  ain’t  got  business  with  noxus  .  should  i  be  eager  ?  i’m  practically  a  fuckin’  step  closer  to  meetin’  ‘yer  king  .  he’s  got  y’  all  wrapped  around  his  dainty  fat  finger  ,  if  y’aint  already  suckin’  his  dick  to  get  on  his  good  side  .  ❞  sniffing  &  producing  a  bottle  from  some  hidden  pocket  beneath  his  lapel  .  he  busied  himself  working  the  cork  free  &  taking  a  long  gander  within  .  

                                            sett  wasn’t  ideally  content  with  the  idea  of  keeping  hard  alcohol  close  to  his  person  [  ;  ]  but  as  of  late  ,  it  seemed  ionia  was  dissatisfied  with  him  [  ;  ]  nature  seemed  fully  committed  to  royally  screwing  him  .  royally  screw  him  real  fuckin’  hard  .  numbing  the  senses  ,  even  with  a  small  amount  ,  suctioned  him  to  mentally  prepare  whatever  the  hell  this  noxian  thug  wanted  .  he  was  dragging  this  out  ,  &  sett  hated  the  suspense  .  

                                            ❝  get  to  the  point  ,  otherwise  i’d  happily  show  you  out  myself  .  ‘yer  on  my  turf  ,  so  you  get  treated  like  everybody  ‘ere  ,  ‘kay  ?  ❞  he  wedges  the  cork  back  in  ,  seemingly  disinterested  in  fucking  up  his  throat  [  ;  ]  besides  the  alcohol  itself  grew  flat  .  

                                            his  well  -  built  torso  sinks  rises  &  sinks  into  the  wood  of  his  throne  ,  albeit  slightly  now  this  bastard  had  come  to  take  up  space  .  between  the  cracks  of  golden  wolverine  maws  &  seams  inlay  obliques  &  abdominal  muscles  well  defined  ,  his  skin  a  dark  tan  .  sett  can  match  the  descriptor  of  being  very  hairy  ,  with  only  a  pelt  of  crimson  dusting  over  his  chest  &  a  small  dark  trail  ,  blossoming  between  the  crevices  of  his  chiseled  stomach  ,  leading  into  his  expensive  pits  .  he  did  have  a  number  of  scars  &  punctures  &  the  occasional  slash  or  claw  mark  that  had  healed  but  not  disappeared  .  shoulders  broad  &  neck  thicker  [  ;  ]  a  burly  specimen  of  a  fighter  .  

                                            sett  twitches  his  lips  up  at  an  angle  ,  his  nostrils  flaring  as  another  exhale  is  thrusted  out  of  him  .

a  greeting  whose  coolness  could  not  be  overcome  by  the  heat  that  surrounded  him  like  a  burning  veil.  degrees  rising  as  well  as  the  shouting  and  clash  of  battle  happening  below  the  lodge  in  which  he  met  someone  about  whom  much  could  be  heard.  a  boss  whose  might  and  strength  crossed  every  boundary,  a  champion  with  name  that  rolled  off  noxian  tongues  sometimes  with  a  drop  of  venom  and  sometimes  with  sheer  admiration  from  ones  who  did  not  get  to  take  a  step  into  the  arena  but  watched  the  spectacle  with  equal  eagerness,  chanting  a  symphony  of  chaos  that  resonated  through  the  whole  pit.  

proud  warrior  running  the  place  buried  deep  underground  where  the  brave  wished  to  prove  their  strength  in  a  bloody  tango.  weapons  colored  in  crimson,  a  roar  of  ambition  to  prove  victorious  and  climb  right  to  the  top.  however,  not  everyone  could  live  up  to  the  heights  they  wanted  to  reach.

words  that  flowed  over  him  like  crimson  plasma  over  dark  armor  during  the  wars  and  skirmishes  he  waged.  as  expected,  the  noxian  commander  only  graced  the  boss  himself  with  a  small  twitch  of  the  corner  of  chapped  lips,  forming  a  shadow  of  a  smirk  lingering  over  the  sharp  features.  ace  stepped  forward,  the  weight  of  noxian  armor  clicking  softly  in  accompaniment  to  the  quiet  hum  of  the  fiery  cloak  that  surrounded  him.    

he  took  the  invitation,  sitting  down  beside  the  boss  himself  with  only  a  side  gaze  keeping  track  of  every  little  detail  the  commander  could  drink  from  his  face,  just  like  settrigh  was  enjoying  the  liquid  within  a  chalice  held  by  his  palm.  despite  the  flame  that  ace  carried  in  his  heart,  the  fire  surrounding  him  would  not  damage  any  of  the  details  of  the  luxurious  ebony  chair  he  rested  on.  

his  seat  shifted,  a  bit.  eyes  peering  down  at  the  bottom  of  a  failed  competition  finishing  for  one  of  the  warriors  present  within  the  arena.  curiously  eyes  wandering  over  the  banners  painted  in  crimson  and  gold,  the  audience,  every  small  detail  before  coming  back  to  the  boss  himself.  ace  grew  comfortable  in  the  chair.  as  if  he  had  just  returned  home  after  a  long  day,  and  this  place  was  his  only  resting  spot. 

❝  what  a  shame,  really.  ❞  commented  on  the  previous  fight,  well.  at  least  the  audience  drank  up  the  sheer  brutality  of  it  as  entertaiment.  ❝  say,  boss.  you  know  why  i'm  here,  right  ?  that  grimace  on  your  face  from  the  fight  or  are  you  just  so  eager  to  see  a  commander  by  your  doorstep  ?  ❞  words  followed  by  a  small  wave  of  his  hand,  seemingly  carefree  question  threw  to  the  wind.

[counter-of-the-stars]

What a unique little fellow...

He's almost as white as me.

I'm wondering if he looks this way because he's just finished a shed.

I might keep this one and start my own colony.

[lackablazeical]

Addams! AU snippet 2: 'Lab'

FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NewFallenLeaves ON A03! SHE IS THE BIGGEST SUPPORTER OF THIS AU, AND IS INCREDIBLY TALENTED AND SWEET. GIVE HER A COMMENT, KUDO, SHARE, WHATEVER. MAKE HER DAY JUST A BIT BETTER, SHE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!

This specific snippet had actually been inspired by some art! Im pretty sure I've posted it before, but might as well also include it too! (It is pretty old, forgive meeeee LOL)

Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

-----

Donnie had the setup exactly how he wanted.

The rat specimen was pinned to the exam table, paws impaled and spread. Its belly fur was scraped clear and the bloated, pink flesh exposed. It had died in the trap before Donnie could get to it (thank you, Mikey, for setting the couch on fire again and delaying him.) So no vivisection. But that was fine, dissection was the next best thing. Especially of a pregnant rat, oh, giddy grin, he was going to get a whole clutter of partially-developed babies to experiment on! And with Mikey and Raph off in the tunnels and Leo traipsing around the Hidden City somewhere, Donnie finally had a quiet afternoon to himself.

He intended to make the most of it.

Swiveling the lamp so the lighting beamed down on the specimen, he curled his fingers in anticipation. The mechanical scalpel joint lined up just at the top of the rat’s throat, where he could cut a straight line to open the abdomen–

“Donnieeeeeeeeee!”

Leo burst through the double doors. He waltzed across the room and flung himself over the dissection table, swooning like a lady in the throes of a fainting spell.

“Wha–” Donnie grabbed for his tray of needles and surgical knives before it upended and strewed across the floor. “Nardo! You’re squishing my specimen!”

Leo fixed him with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze. “I just met somebody.”

Donnie glowered. This was the reason Leo had barged into his lab? To annoy him with ceaseless gushing over some new simpleton he’d decided to pursue?

“You’ll never believe it,” said Leo. “I rescued him instead of mugged him.”

Donnie shook the table. “Didn’t you hear me? Get off.”

“He was cornered. By two smelly thugs. They had these adorable little switch knives, trying to be all intimidating. Donnie, I’m telling you, it would have been pathetic that he got himself hemmed in like that, if his cowering wasn’t so adorable.”

“Nardo…”

“You should have seen how cute his face was, all covered in blood!” Leo kicked his feet. “Oh, I couldn’t help myself. Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’ll be so proud of me, I only licked him a little–”

“I don’t have time for this–”

“--so I’m sure he knows I’m a gentleman. Oh, it was such a good thing I was there, those brutes were so unsophisticated, they wouldn’t have done anything right–”

“Oh my god would you just shut up!” Donnie dragged his hands down his face, opening a sliver on his cheek as the scalpel on his finger caught flesh. “What level of disinterest and indignation do I need to achieve before you get it through your addled brain? I do not care.”

Leo’s smirk never wavered. He held up his hand, smudged deep with red, and waggled his fingers. “Wanna sample?”

Donnie opened his mouth to argue, then hesitated. He peered a little closer at the smear of not-yet-coagulated blood. “...it was a yokai?”

“Mmm-hmmmm.”

“What type?”

“One you don’t have any blood work for yet.” Leo’s grin widened. “Rabbit. Or bunny. If there’s a difference.”

The swab was in Donnie’s hand before he realized he’d made the decision to reach for one. He soaked up a dribble from Leo’s wrist and snagged a clean Petri dish. “Of course there’s no difference, why do you think the combination term ‘bunny rabbit’ exists? It’s a hare that comes from another genus. And what do you want, huh? You don’t just saunter in here and offer me free DNA for my trials for nothing.”

“Can’t I help my dear brother with his evil lab experiments out of the goodness of my heart?”

“As if you have one.”

Leo dissolved into giggles.

Donnie capped the dish and pulled a fresh label from the drawer. “So? Spill. What am I beholden to you for after this oh-so-generous and selfless donation?”

“Oh, you know. Age, blood type, zodiac sign, debilitating allergies or hypersensitivities. Aaaand if you happen to match those to any particular medical records and it leads to a place of employment or a home address…”

“Don’t you have enough stalking victims already?”

Leo hopped off the metal slab and pirouetted his way out the door. “No such thing.”

[upsettingandunfortunateclasshate]

The dominant idea in TV & film that people from working class backgrounds are too stupid and basic to take complex roles other than drug dealers, thugs, sex workers and nonces - and that the deep, complex and powerful roles have to be left to our superiors like Eddie Redmayne - have surely been proven to be bollocks with Cavill playing the Witcher, cos I'm not being funny but all he does is grunt and moan. They should call it the Bitcher. I aren't slagging the prog, game or books but it is a proper basic character that's surely wasted on one of the genetically superior specimens of the british rich class

[propertyofseagate]

Luke knew Karen was a good woman. She was relentless, courageous, stubborn- but mostly importantly effective. However, the Harlem native knew there was only so much a woman with her capabilities was able to achieve in a world with superhuman thugs, evil mutants and ruthless criminals.

The unbreakable specimen folded his arms over his chest, sighing deeply through his nose as dark orbs detect the shiner. The first thing he experienced was anger, he wanted to strangle the one responsible for leaving the marking on her face. When the anger subsided he immediately became more concerned with her health and safety.

"Karen, mama...if you gonna come here lookin' like this, I rather you leave me hangin' like a Christmas ornament. The hell happened to you? You still hangin' in them dark alleys, huh?" He inquired.

He was in studio to be interviewed by her but his mind was elsewhere now. The unbreakable man removed his headset, stood out of his chair, closed the gap between them and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"You know Power Man got yo' back if you need him."

[ inbox // dd: cutting edge ] ⸻ @propertyofseagate ⸻ Be careful. That shiner is just beginning to fade; you don't need another, and I do need you. Okay?

The little lady looks up toward Luke Cage, tipping her sunglasses down when he issues the warning to be careful. It's really stupid how she had gotten the shiner, which is why she was wearing the glasses to cover it up. Make-up was not going to cover it up.

There had been an altercation while she was helping with the church's open kitchens for the locals in need. Normally, one of the Sisters is watching like a hawk to keep the peace but no one had readily stepped in. So Karen had. The altercation ended the moment upon which the older gentleman had swung, missed, and clocked five-four Miss Page instead. It was at that moment that she would have waitde for Sister Maggie, that nun could put fear into any foolish man.

It had been embarrassing showing up to help Luke out with a shiner, this whole week she's been hiding behind sunglasses. Now she's maybe biting off more she can chew again. ❝ Don't worry, Mr Cage, I won't leave you hanging. Face busted up or not. ❞ She's definitely being careful, but if something does fall and hits her face? Well, Paige Angel's a face for radio anyways. Only Ian, Patrick, and Evan saw her face at the station.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Forehead Kiss - Stinger & Kotaro (Kotaro rescues Stinger from an undercover mission gone wrong and Lucky's there... for Luck lol :p)

[Commentary: Every Kyuranger should have Lucky in them because he somehow makes the mission successful lol :p]

Anon, this is so cute! Conveniently enough we finally watched the second half of the Yodonna special just the other night, so I have a good mental image to hand of what it'd look like if Stinger got captured by mobsters.

At this point the issue isn't so much with the remnants of the Jark Matter command structure as it is with the hangers-on. Organized crime had flourished under Don Armage's rule, which is hardly surprising, and even knowing that he can't ever possibly deal with all of it, Stinger's been working himself to exhaustion trying to uproot every poisonous criminal weed he can find.

Of course, said exhaustion is probably why he's now tied to a chair in a crime boss's lavish apartment while his own blood drips into his eyes. Maybe he's been getting a little sloppy.

Boss Kujira, who has a full head of improbably curly hair despite looking otherwise like a large, bipedal frog, is sitting across from him in a much nicer chair. "So," he's saying, calm as anything, "I have to say, I'm kind of impressed, it took two months before anyone even had an idea that something might be funny about you. Although I admit we were maybe a little distracted, we don't see a lot of you Sasori types around here. Who do you work for? I bet I can pay you better."

Stinger considers this and quietly resolves to ask Tsurugi for a raise, but says nothing. If he focuses, he can maybe get his tail moving a bit, get his arms free--

"Or maybe not. Hey, Lenny, he's got the tail, right? Those things valuable?"

Stinger freezes with his tail centimeters off the ground as the drab person tucked into the corner checks their handheld and says, quietly, "The tail has no particular market value, but the venom is saleable--"

"Well, that's something--"

"--when obtained from a living specimen. Venom from the dead loses its potency."

That's nonsense, though, venom is venom whether the Scorpion who created it is alive or dead, and Stinger twists around to look at Lenny.

Who winks at him very slowly from behind an obscuring curtain of white hair.

There's a knock at the door, and a buoyant voice in the hallway says, "Hey hey hey! I've got a pizza delivery for some crime guy?"

Boss Kujira leaps to his feet, and the thugs standing at his shoulders start to move, but before they can do anything, they're knocked off their feet by the door, which goes flying off its hinges as an enormous, light blue fist slams through the doorway.

Balance, who is carrying a pizza box, strolls into the room and waves. "Hey, baby."

Lenny--Naaga--puts aside his handheld and says, "Hello, Balance."

Boss Kujira's eyes go wide. "Lenny? You sold me out?"

"Lenny is enjoying his retirement elsewhere. My name is Naaga Rei."

There's a racket in the hallway, and the sound of Kotaro saying, "I can't really get through the door like this--"

"Don't worry about it!" Another, equally familiar buoyant voice. "We can just knock a hole in the wall, right? Lucky thing we found him so quickly!"

The thugs have very nearly gotten out from under the door when Lucky comes rocketing in and lands squarely on top of it, knocking them over again. "All right, lucky, I landed on my feet this time!" He beams at Stinger, waving. "Tsurugi got called away on some urgent politics thing, but I was passing through and got your extraction signal! And Balance and Naaga were in the area, and Kotaro's been worried sick about you so he was already on his way! Lucky, yeah?"

Stinger very nearly lets out a sigh of relief. "That does sound like you."

There's a thump, the wall around the doorway cracks and Stinger hears Kotaro mutter several words that he didn't think Kotaro knew. Then after a moment Kotaro comes through the doorway at his usual size but still in costume, walks directly up to Boss Kujira, and says, cheerfully, "Hi! You're under arrest!"

Boss Kujira gapes down at him. "How old are you?"

"I turn fourteen in a few weeks." Kotaro reaches for his Kyuutamas. "But I can get big again if you want."

"No, uh, that's fine, I surrender."

Kotaro handcuffs Kujira as Balance and Lucky are taking care of the thugs and Naaga is undoing the ropes binding Stinger to the chair. When his arms are free, Stinger stretches, and then winces when Kotaro thumps into him. "Hey, uh. It's ok, I'm fine."

Kotaro's Kyuuranger suit dissolves into his usual uniform, and he doesn't stop hugging. "I'm gonna kick Tsurugi."

"I promise I'm fine." Stinger pats him awkwardly on the shoulder. "I'm, uh...I'm sorry I scared you."

"I'm not scared," Kotaro says to the middle of his chest, "I'm mad, he's supposed to tell me when he's sending you somewhere super dangerous."

"I mean, we can't exactly go telling people when I have undercover work."

"I'm not people, you're my brother."

Stinger blinks. "That's...you're right, I'm sorry, I should have let you know." He extricates himself from the hug, wraps an arm around Kotaro's shoulders instead, and kisses him on the temple before turning to Kujira and saying, "So, as my brother was just saying," and he can feel Kotaro grin next to him, "you're under arrest for, among other things, money laundering, tax evasion, manufacturing and distribution of illegal substances, trafficking of sapient beings--"

"He also threatened to cut your tail off, or possibly extract your venom for sale," Naaga says, helpfully.

Kotaro freezes. "He what."

"--and threatening to cut my tail off, I'm not sure what that would be covered under."

"Several things," Naaga says, "depending on how he planned to do it, what he said while doing it, and what he intended to do with it."

"You didn't say he was going to cut your tail off!"

"It had just come up when you all got here, don't worry about it. Would you hand me a cloth or something, by the way? I still have blood in my eyes. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you do say can and will be used against you--"

[op-sheepy]

Ok, time for a Hearts Pirates headcanon because it's been a while. More than a headcanon though, this is probably the premise of my next fic for them (lols who am I kidding I already have a 1000 word wip)

So the Polar Tang has all these fancy state-of-the-art medical equipment (probably) but where did it come from? They could have bought them using their loot but I'd like to think they stole some of them from hospitals as that makes more sense.

When this came up first, the crew was very reluctant and uncomfortable. They were pirates but it seemed a bit too far to steal from a place meant to treat the sick and dying.

Their captain was also being weird about it. He insists on certain hospitals, big fancy ones with the latest stuff, and is adamant on going alone, with everyone else just standing by.

Concerned, the crew checks one of these hospitals beforehand without letting their captain know. In one of the many halls, they find, by chance, a section with plaques for recognition, sculptures for sponsors and donors, awards, trophies, etc. As pirates, it was more agreeable for them to steal these so they look around.

That's when they see a newspaper clipping framed in gold next to an award dedicated to a doctor for his heroism. It was hard to miss as it was highlighted in that area. Some article about how some years ago some thug threatened the hospital staff, set fire to an entire wing, and endangered everyone's lives by bringing in a specimen carrying a deadly disease. The doctor was lauded for bravely standing up to the criminal and promptly calling the authorities to apprehend the man and dispose of the specimen.

They never really got to steal from that particular hospital as it had to be evacuated soon. Some unfortunate gas accident causing an explosion. Luckily no one was harmed (except for a certain doctor who was sporting a pretty nasty black eye but couldn't remember much else) because of prompt evacuation. If the fire alarm ran suspiciously earlier before the fire could spread, no one would have been able to tell. The only casualties were the recognition halls and some hospital records from years ago also ending up missing.

If the hospitals in the nearby cities happened to suffer from a similar fate, it could only have been coincidence. And if some equipment do go missing, well, these big fancy hospitals could probably afford to buy more.

The captain does get surprised when he sees the new equipment set up in the submarine right as some members of his crew return from their requested shore leaves.