NPC: Watanabe Yorotsu
[color=orange said:prologue[/color]"]It was bright and early on a Sunday morning, precisely 08:06, when a dying man began to eat his breakfast. It was rather bland tasting; but really, what more could you expect from a busy hospital? Yorotsu sat up in his bed, pushing the rough and scraggly blankets off of him. Slowly lifting his right hand up, the young man tried his hardest to keep his outstretched arm from trembling. With a little bit of effort, he managed to push away the edge of the rolling table that resting over his bed. As the table gently rolled away, the man swung his legs over the bed and turned to get out of bed. He hesitated just before standing up to repeat a mantra, just something to keep him motivated. After all, it was hard to get up every day knowing that you were one day closer to your fast-approaching death. He'd been diagnosed with early-onset motor neuron disease — his life expectancy was two years at best.
But still, Yorotsu picked himself up off the bed. He got dressed, albeit slowly and clumsily. His face was relaxed, seemingly focused on getting through each individual action that he needed to. It was almost as if he was moving by sheer force of will, refusing to give in to his rapidly declining control. Yorotsu seated himself at a table that was in his room, on which rested many volumes of books. The raven haired man gingerly picked one up, and boorishly fumbled with the pages for a couple of minutes until he'd reached the spot where he'd left off reading last night. He settled into his chair, readying himself for the long wait. The doctors said that a few specialists would probably answer their calls by today, and he might even get a visitor or two that would want to ask some questions. It was certainly an unusual request — it wasn't often that the hospital made an open call for specialists in the field of Human Puppetry. While normally such practices would be shunned in a professional environment, this was a special case. Yorotsu had given his consent for such a dangerous procedure, and the hospital was willing to perform the surgery if they could find someone who would lead the surgical team. That's why they'd sent the request out, you see. They needed someone to turn Yorotsu into a puppet.
Calmly waiting at the table, the dying man read at a fast pace. He was an avid reader, and seemed to be right at home as he became more and more lost in the pages of his book. The door was unlocked, and he wouldn't stop anyone who was trying to enter into the room. Any company was good company these days, and so he simply waited to see if the Fates would send me a miracle.
[ooc: The hospital has sent out an emergency request for anyone who can surgically make a person a Human Puppet. Feel free to enter the thread with whatever reason you can think of for hearing about this emergency request, and we'll figure it out from there.]