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Post by Nako on Aug 10, 2009 13:43:18 GMT -5
 ".... Hm."Absently, Merlin stuck a claw into the open cash in his arm. It was almost lewd, how it opened up to show the meat beneath. It stopped bleeding, but as the hours went by, Merlin finally assented to the fact that it would need stitches. He'd pondered going to the doctor, but then that would mean quite a flight that he wasn't too keen on taking with a flappy, open wound on his upper arm. No... he'd have to suck it up and make a housecall. He wasn't a man that allowed visitors; in fact, everything about his house screamed 'go away'. The trees were wilted and sparse with their leaves. The grass, where it grew, was oddly colored from factory smog. The house itself... looked to lean slightly akilter from being taller than it was wide. The windows were small, barred, and the blinds were shut. Inside, admittedly, was slightly better than the outside. At the very least, it was well dusted. The only downside was the copious amount of body parts.. and partially formed fetuses in jars. A part of his collection involved a jar filled with green olives.. with a pair of red eyes floating amongst them. But anywho.. when would the doctor get here? He mused idly as he sipped a glass of wine to dull his pain. He had yet to put his card symbol upon his chest, but the eight or so locks on his door ensured that he or she wouldn't burst in unannounced, and with his Joker power only able to last 5 hours, he didn't want to start it up unnecessarily. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 10, 2009 22:58:24 GMT -5
It wasn't very often that Zenon was requested to make housecalls, but they were refreshing when they poked their heads out at her and she often leapt at the opportunity. Going into the field, even as a part of her day-job, provided a welcome breath of proverbial fresh air. And going to a bizzarely haunted-looking section of the Capital was even better. On her own, there never would have been any reason for her to journey to this end of the world, which was really quite a shame. She found her mood improving with each step she took, a slight bounce to her steps as she made her way closer and closer to her destination. She couldn't help but hope that her client lived in a home that matched the rest of the neighborhood, as she had the profoundly strange desire to poke around inside of the place. She re-adjusted the sack she carried, glancing down a sidestreet. She had arrived. The place was foreboding and dilapidated, utterly disgusting when compared with the asthetics of the rest of the Capital, everything the hybrid had hoped it'd be and more. She made a quiet and happy little gronk-ing noise somewhere in the back of her throat and rocked back on her haunches, raising a forelimb to press at what she assumed was the doorbell. After all, she wouldn't be getting into this particular house uninvited. Waiting on the doorstep until she was invited in wasn't much of an issue, either, as it gave her more time to look at the home and its surroundings. She was a curious creature, it had to be said. |
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Post by Nako on Aug 10, 2009 23:07:21 GMT -5
There was a monotone buzzing noise, perhaps the doorbell. Perhaps a swarm of bees. Who knows. A few moments later, with harsh 'caw'ing in the background, there was a noise at the door. 'Click clack', 'snikt', 'clank'... A series of locks were undone in various methods, unhurried until finally the door opened.
Merlin had of course looked through the peephole first. It wasn't until he saw that she had the telltale doctor's bag that he began to open the doors. He'd gotten used to opening the door, it was something of a ritual that soothed his nerves before dealing with the world. The wonderful, mechanical sounds of gears twisting and the teeth falling into place in the lock. Lovely. The symbol of a Seven of Hearts appeared on his chest right before he opened the door. A quarter past three. He'd have to remember that.
"Ah, here you are, Doctor. Please, come in." Slinking backwards, he allowed her room to come in, hunkered low and looming with his wings held up ominously over his head.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 10, 2009 23:18:14 GMT -5
As she glanced around, Zenon wondered how long it'd take for her mysterious patient to arrive. Almost on cue, a harsh noise reached her ears, which perked in curious reply as she swung her head back to look at the door. She assumed her typical sitting stance, back on her hind legs with one fore on the ground and the other tucked against her chest. Her oversized ears turned forward, looking rather like a radar dish around her head, framed in blue-fluff. She could easily hear all of the noises coming from the door, and decided to assume that the door was being opened, rather than some arcane trap being set.
After all, she wasn't paranoid, and even if it was a trap... It had been triggered, so there would be no point in her worrying about it.
When the door finally opened fully, she gave the strange person inside a curt not. A Heart, then? That was always fun, especially since she'd just returned from the Heart's Court. "Greetings." she replied in a polite but short tone, moving onto all fours with a catlike grace and slipping into the room. The sharp scent of vineagar hit her nose and brought a small smile to her face, bringing back the easy memories of her schooling in Esterberry.
Once she was inside, she glanced around. "Where shall I set up my tools?" she asked, the words accompanied with a quiet burble. She clicked her beak and turned back to look at the man. Such a curious-looking creature he was... Avington through and through, she was sure, and with those wings he must have been some mix of Avian, and... canine, she guessed. With quite the wound on his arm. She wondered for a moment what had caused an injury like that. "I assume you've called me to take care of that gash? My name is Zenon, by the by.[/b]"
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Post by Nako on Aug 10, 2009 23:27:45 GMT -5
"Hmm...." The sound came up almost as a sigh, looking around the room as he ran a claw through the tuft of fur on his chin. "Here should do" He gestured to the living room table of the somewhat studio-esque room, clearing off a few odds and ends and placing them in shelves. He pulled out sitting pads for quadrupedal use for them both.
"Zenon..." He said the name, rolling his tongue as if tasting it. He went to offer his clawed hand, but winced as he remembered that it was the wounded arm. He withdrew it with a soft laugh. "A pleasure to meet you. I am Merlin.. I suppose my file would have said that.. but.. proper introductions and all. Would you like me to sit?"
In the corner of the room in a huge cage, a horrid noise came from it, gray feathers flashing as it beat its wings. "She's normally quite pleasant for what she is. She usually stands relatively still while I trim her claws, but the dear was molting so she gave quite a thrashing to the treatment." It sounded as if he was trying to rationalize why the beast had done such a thing to him. Why it wasn't exactly in direct light.. it was a huge, ugly thing, that much was obvious. Perhaps if she'd heard of jubjubs or seen one before, she'd realize what it was.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 11, 2009 14:50:55 GMT -5
The woman followed his lead, glancing around the room as she was directed to the table. Such a strange house, with such strange things inside of it... She smiled to herself, though it would be subtle with the curve of her beak, mostly showing itself through the crinkling of the corners of her eyes. She moved onto the sitting pad and reared up, setting her kit down on the table and running one forepaw over it before her attention was returned to the intriguing Avington biped.
"A pleasure indeed" she murmured, but her attention was clearly less on social interaction and more on the wound. It looked deep, but the cut was very clean, almost as if it had been made with a large razor or box-cutter. A very sharp one at that. This was a blessing and a curse, from a doctor's perspective. It meant that, as long as the wound was clean and stitches applied, it would heal quickly and smoothly. It also meant that it would bleed worse than anything when poked. Her feathers fluffed out. "Yes, sitting would be good."
As he continued to speak, Zenon rummaged around in her kit, procuring a dark bottle and several pads of gauze. At the horrible noise she jumped, red eyes flashing alarm as she turned to the source of the noise. "A pleasant Jubjub?" she remarked when she looked back at the man. Some of the bottle's contents were poured on the gauze, and a pungent chemical smell would fill the room. "Hrnn. Perhaps I should leave this here for you. It will make it easier for you to get medical attention the next time this happens." she said it in a matter-of-fact way. She was certain this would happen again. She'd never seen one of the birds before, but she'd seen the things they could do and patched up many a Card who'd crossed their paths.
"This will sting," Zenon warned as she pressed the pad against his wound, wiping it down in a circular motion. She would repeat this process twice more, taking great care to clean the area fully.
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Post by Nako on Aug 11, 2009 15:20:12 GMT -5
"For a jubjub, yes, quite pleasant." Merlin said with a small smile, taking a seat and crossing his legs, he made sure to have her shoulder well within her reach.
"Oh.. I hope you don't jump like that when you are sewing me up. Something makes me think that would be most unpleasant." Always, with that cool, mildly amused tone, he spoke, looking over her with an appraising, intense eye. She was curious about his home, that was obvious. She'd hardly been listening to him as she scoped his haunt out. Well, she was quite the interesting creature herself. Corvistownian.. and likely Solandrian. She didn't stink nor did she have the color of that ruddy bog brown, and she hadn't a trace of rot on her to say Lowlander. An interesting mix.... though quite a pity she didn't have a glorious pair of wings. They would have added some grace to her otherwise simple, and solid frame. Yes.. that would have made her look most... -interesting-.
He'd been in his own thoughts when she'd mentioned the pain, though it didn't surprise him; he hadn't expected a painless procedure... not unless he'd hired someone with magic to do the job, but those sorts proved to be most expensive; Merlin didn't like to spend his modest wealth unnecessarily. Regardless... when the stinging stuff hit his skin, he gave a tiny jump, grunting with discomfort. "My apologies."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 21, 2009 19:38:26 GMT -5
"Hnnn.[/b]" the woman warbled in reply, her ears flicking back. He could say whatever he liked to reassure her, but she didn't trust any animal that could so easily take the top of a person's skull off. Her time in school had taught her exactly how tough skill were.
She didn't let that get in the way, however, and she also paid little mind to the way he was watching her. She got stares often, especially while she was attending university - after all, she'd been a dark spot in the middle of all the white and purple that made up most of the students. Her Glacier-fluffs twitched and her hair laid down flat across her body, giving her a slightly more streamlined appearance. One calculating eye was locked on his injury. "As long as there are no more... surprises to be had, I promise I won't be jumping.[/b]" and if there were, well then, it wasn't her fault if she was startled. That was the one thing she disliked about house calls - there was no familiarity. She had no way of knowing what would come next.
When he flinched, she paused and let him settle again before continuing to swab. "If it didn't sting, I would assume you were a robot,[/b]" she said in a monotone voice, but the corners of her beak perked in a small smile. She glanced back up at the man once she'd gathered her other tools. "...If you like, I can administer a local anesthetic. This will hurt quite a lot, but so will the shot. The nerves... When they are deadened they tend to give one last 'hurrah', so to speak, and send the brain an emergency signal before shutting down.[/b]"
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Post by Nako on Aug 22, 2009 16:28:40 GMT -5
His own lips gave a flicker of a grin before returning to a more somber expression, watching her curiously as she dabbed the wound. "One big stab sounds more appealing than several stabs.. I'm fine with the anesthetic."
He continued to watch her, flaring his hackles as a bird would fluff their feathers before smoothing them down again in preparation for the shot. "It sounds like a rather brutal attack to the nerves. Makes one wonder if it is entirely healthy to kill of sensation like that." But with how he spoke, he did not sound concerned, but rather intrigued. "But.. healthy or no... Still a preferable option."
"So.. is this a family practice, or did you choose to go into medicine?" Merlin asked, attempting to strike up some conversation. Whenever he met a creature, even when it was only half Corvid, he couldn't help but be wary yet intrigued all at the same time. Admittedly, if she had been a Raven bog dweller she might very well have not been allowed into his house.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 24, 2009 21:23:43 GMT -5
The woman didn't say anything, simply pulled her bag closer and flipped open a sterile package, carefully slipping her talons into it. Then she pulled out a syringe and held it into the dim light, squinting at it before filling it with a clear liquid out of a small jar. She flicked a talon against it to push any air bubbles to the top and gave it a squirt. Apparently satisfied, she rocked back onto her haunches and gently took his arm in her free hand, touch surprisingly light. She glanced up at him, her red eyes going thoughtful as she lightly rested the point of the needle against his flesh.
She'd have to select several points in which to inject the anesthetic to ensure the entire area went completely numb. "It will hurt.[/b]" she said simply, waiting for him to prepare himself before setting about numbing the area. "I cannot say for certain, but thus far, I have not personally seen lasting effects in regards to use of local anesthetics such as this one.[/b]"
It wouldn't take her long. Once she'd made a series of four injections, she pressed the pad of her foot against his arm and massaged lightly, the only sign she was listening to the man the angle of her ears. They twitched forward and back as he spoke, her tiny tail twitching as well, even as her eyes were locked on the wound. "My mother is a chemical Corvie, as I am. While I love medicine, my true passion lies in the chemicals of thought and emotion. Going to school and becoming a doctor... It's a way to make ends meet, and it's something I enjoy doing." she stopped her rubbing and ran the edge of a gloved talon across his wound. "Any lingering sensation? I must say, it's a curious thing to meet a Heart who doesn't parade around the pain-killing ability. Did you already use it when the injury occurred?[/b]"
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