Modern Miracle Worker

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[[span style="background: #000; padding: 0 5px;"]]**Modern Miracle Worker** [[/span]]
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Derivative of The Man in the White Suit. Search up his hub and check out some of the stuff there. Speaking of, the CSS used for the title and header mumbo jumbo is from there. Shoutout.

The author label quote is from the Insane Clown Posse's //Mr. White Suit//.
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|name=7eventy7evenfold]]
//If you need something, if your life ain't right,//
//Keep your eyes open for the man in white,//
//If you're lost and alone, looking for the truth,//
//You can find the way home, follow the white suit//

[https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/7eventy7evenfold If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold...]
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A white limousine parked in a poverty-stricken neighborhood of Louisiana. A man in a white suit stepped out of said limo, his face beaming a godray of white light. It was blinding to look at, and beautiful. He closed the limo door and began to walk with such a stride that it appeared he was gliding through the air, gracefully. He checked his watch, smiling. Nobody who saw him knew how they knew he was smiling, but they knew he was smiling. He disappeared in a flash of light.

Down the street from the limo -- well, where it //was//, because now it's here, down the street, somehow -- the man in the white suit stepped out of an alleyway, his outfit lighting up the darkened street. To his right, a poor beggar man lied on a cardboard box. He walked to the beggar and kneeled down, looking at the man.

"You are without a home?" he asked the man.

"Yes. I was evicted last week and ain't got no place to go," he responded.

"I can help with that." The one in the white suit snapped his fingers and with a small flicker, the beggar man had a wallet and stacks of cash that could make even the richest blush.

"Oh God, thank you so much!" the no-longer-poor exclaimed. "How could I ever repay you?"

"There's no need. Take care." The man turned around to be met with his conveniently parked limousine, which he would get into and disappear around a corner. The newly rich man on the sidewalk ran to borrow a phone.
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A man covered in shadow sat still in a carefully renovated office, taking sips of Jack Daniels and carefully rewatching-- studying several several of footage, at once, of this white-suited miracle worker, trying to make sense of it. He hastily scribbled in his notes and twirled his cane as the footage looped in the background.

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[[size 125%]]**BIG PROBLEM HOW THE FUCK IS HE HERE** [[/size]][[/span]]
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OK I'll make it nice and quick but what the actual FUCK is --MITWS-- --The Man in the White Suit-- White Suit doing here??
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Let me collect myself and go again. The white suit man that's been following Nobodies around for ages [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/a-place-called-nowhere has been gone for a good long while now.] I hadn't seen him for ages and I'm pretty sure he just up and fucking died somehow. That, and he never performed public miracles like that. If he did something, it was to get at me. Or the others. So what I'm confused about is why this guy is here, what's he doing it for, and if it even is White Suit at all. I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, and also hopefully stop this dunce from getting captured by jailors.
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A man in white exited a limousine in London, his glowing face leaving a growing crowd of spectators in awe as many began recording. Whether it was some stunt or true magic, it was too good to not be shared. Among these onlookers was one whose face couldn't quite be caught, and appeared similarly to most of the others in the group-- albeit his disposition was not one of awe, but of antipathy.

The white suited man strutted towards an old woman in a wheelchair struggling to cross the road. Silenced amongst the crowd, a small click was heard.

"Pardon me, miss. May I do something for you?"

"Well I s'pose so, mister. Just quickly, please," she responded. He reached and touched her knees. At first, she was taken aback, but quickly grew invigorated as she felt brand new. She stood from her wheelchair and laughed to herself, before reaching out to shake the man's hand. He took it.

"You can thank me later," he spoke before she could even say anything -- which stunned her --and then walked away back to the car before she could press on. The aforementioned blended clicking noise could be heard again. The stern man hidden in the crowd disappeared, unnoticed.
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[[size 125%]]**OK so** [[/size]][[/span]]
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He's not the White Suit I --know-- knew. So I can reconfirm that he's probably dead. I'm gonna study him further before confrontation.
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I grabbed my recorder and actually managed to catch his voice over the crowd, so I'll try to get matches from a guy in the Hub. Next time I see this guy, I'm gonna follow him. Maybe he's on a job.
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He certainly plays his role well.
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It was 2:22 in the morning when a white limousine parked out front of an apartment complex. A man with a blinding white aura around his head and a suit of a similar color exited and began to pace down the sidewalk. He walked and walked, before suddenly stopping to listen-- he had a suspicion someone was following him. He certainly painted a big target on himself. But the only sound he heard was that of dogs barking, cars in the deep distance, and the wind gusting by his ears. He continued his pace.

He reached a gas station, and walked in to grab a drink. He stepped towards the back and as he did, could swear he caught the silhouette of a man in the window, in the corner of his eye. But when he looked, nobody was there. He must be tired.

He opened the cooler and grabbed a bottle of coke. Before he could turn around, he heard shouting from the cash register area. He faced around to see a robbery in progress. He approached the thief and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he immediately yelped at his face and fired a shot into wherever he assumed the head would be. The man in white was completely unaffected, and he slapped the gun out of the man's hand.

"Who the fuck are you?!" the thief shouted afterwards, trembling.

"Please don't be scared. Let me help you. You're a petty thief, poor yourself, trying to make ends meet. Do you have family?"

The thief frantically nodded.

"You're trying to care for them, and I know what that's like. Let me help." The man in white picked the gun from the floor and put it in his coat. "Where'd you park?"

They left the gas station, but not before the man in white left a $5 bill lying on the counter for his coke-- he knew that the money was worth more than the drink, but going an extra mile is always a good idea.

The man in the white suit sat on the hood of the thief's van and had a talk with him about the importance of life and options to resort to that don't amount to crime. The thief left the conversation feeling uplifted and ready to face the darkness with his family. Before he drove away, the man in white handed his gun back to him.

"This is yours. Use this for good purposes."

As the van left, the man in the white suit locked eyes with a shadow figure standing across the lot. When he blinked, he only caught its coat disappearing behind a corner. He raised an eyebrow before hurrying back to the limo.
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[[size 125%]]**Many bottles of Jack D later** [[/size]][[/span]]
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I think I've figured out this guy's deal; he's some goody two-shoes playing a heavy miracle working archetype, taking the appearance of White Suit for whatever reason. from the way he talks to what he does in general, it's like if a writer just made the laziest copy of the same miracle character in every piece of fiction and added it to his too. Between "You can thank me later" in London and talking to this robber like Spider-Man. I'm gonna go do something.
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Oh, and no voice match from the Hub. Completely new guy. Or maybe it was just Crowded-Area-With-50-Other-Voices Syndrome
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The man in white sat in a warehouse he reserved for certain occasions, such as the one he would be attending to shortly. He checked his watch every half-minute, waiting for nobody.

He had him

Nobody stepped out from the shadows, having been concealed the entire time. But he figured the one in the chair already knew that.

"Caught you," the man in white chuckled out.

"Fuck you talkin' about? I caught you," Nobody clapped back.

"Yeah, I was joking around. How long have you been following me?"

Nobody stared at him, his face covered in shadow. "Following? Only a few weeks. That's more than you need to know." Nobody stepped forward. "What's your name?"

"Yannick. Do I have the privilege of knowing yours?"

"Call me Pluto."

Nobody snapped his fingers and a chair was summoned opposite of Yannick. He sat in it and studied Yannick's body language. He was tense but steady, his hands twitching and his right leg kicking up and down. His face, lit up but readable, was as collected as could be in the court of Nobody's observation, showing drips of nervousness in an ocean of collectiveness.

Nobody began. "Do you know The Man in the White Suit?"

"Well of course I know him. He's me!" Yannick responded. Nobody scoffed.

"The Star Wars quote? Really? You've gotta be kidding," Nobody replied. You could never tell from his voice or unmoving body, but he was angry. "The original. Randomly appeared globally and performed random acts varying from petty crime to exposing corrupt politicians. Ring any bells?"

Yannick shrugged.

Nobody sat in thought for a second. //How much does this guy not know?// "Does 'Foundation' mean anything to you?"

"Nope," Yannick blurted out. Nobody kept his gaze fixed on the man.

"Yannick, you have to stop your cliché miracle shit okay? There's a group of people out there who target those like you and they will make your life hell. Turn back. You've already been recorded en masse so they could be on your tail as we speak. Stop."

Yannick laughed. "What are you, a conspiracy theorist? I'm helping people. I'm sure your shadow government would understand that--"

"They don't see grey. Only black and white. When I tell you they will ruin you, I mean it. You have to disappear, Yannick."

Yannick thought for a second. "Why do you even care? Just a minute ago, you were on my ass about some other white suit, now you're concerned for my safety? Just calm it down. I'm using my gift to help people where I can and here you come with the 'group of people who target those like me' bullshit. Maybe you're just jealous of what I can do."

"Oh shut up, Yannick. You don't even scratch the surface of what I can do. And no, that's not what this is." Nobody sighed. "I've been studying you for some odd weeks because I thought you were someone from my collective past that I had assumed had been dead for a decade. Now that I've dispelled that entirely, I want to help." He continued, "You're a good, albeit very typical person helping where he can but there are people out there who will track you and lock you up and never let you see any light that isn't coming from your head again. It was a mistake to appear in public so much, but when not even knowing about them?" Nobody laughed to himself. "It's a damn miracle you aren't already in a cell. You need to leave, for good."

Yannick stared at him. "Fine," he muttered. He was angry, but got the memo.

"Good man. Take that white limo of yours and everything you hold dear and go live at some nice resort away from people. Oh, and I guess you won't have to be using any of the things in this warehouse to fight me," he quipped.

"What? How did you know that?"

"Nobody knows everything. Bye-bye." Yannick blinked and nobody was there. He sat in the darkness for a moment before flicking the lights on with a snap.

"Pluto, huh?"
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Yannick -- that's the white suit's name apparently -- got the point. A man of his talents doesn't need to be in the public eye. I guess I was kinda overreacting about him looking like the original, but that guy stalked me and some other Hub guys for beyond ages, so I stand justified. I digress.
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Yannick is going to live somewhere remote. I have two guys watching to make sure he actually listens. Once he's clear, we're okay. It is kind of a loss that we don't have some guy miracle working down there but better safe than sorry.
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Ima hit Waffle House tomorrow and see if they have any new items or something. Or maybe I just want an excuse to eat a waffle. G'night now
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