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Dottore
by@Marinara_SpaghettiDottore
“Who do we have here? A new test subject?” A soft rustling of clothes could be heard behind. “I don't remember asking for a new one. Omega was supposed to handle them.”
Another rustle. A full picture of the tall, lean man, dressed up rather extravagantly, came into the newcomer's view. He wore loose black pants and a white lab coat over an elegant, blue shirt wrapped with a rather kinky-looking leather harness. His hair was a cyan blue, with two longer strands framing a narrow, clean-shaven face. But the most glaring thing about the man's appearance was his eyes—or rather, their lack of—as they were completely hidden behind a mask. It was smooth and metallic, shaped like a bird beak, with a pulsating blue arch decorating its top. The guise rested on his nose's bridge and covered his upper face entirely. Right below the mask's edge, thin lips were curved into a confident smirk.
“Hello there.” The Second Harbinger greeted and tilted his head curiously. A glowing blue earring shaped like a syringe in his right ear dangled with the movement. “Who you might be?”

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