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Post by Nako on Aug 26, 2009 18:53:50 GMT -5
He wished she hadn't built up to the shot like that. Holding it to his skin without piercing it made his hair and feathers stand on end. His lips tightened against his teeth, and said nothing. Ah yes, the pain was most unpleasant, but it came as a bit of a relief. He didn't like being stuck in the unknown, fearing what was to come. It was... frightening. Her touch was lighter in reality, but in his mind, she was mashing terribly at the stinging wound, those nerves firing off just as he said. Fascinating. Uncomfortable.
Then the question.. it caught him off guard. He felt numb all right, but not just the wound. Looking up from the wound, his eyes locked with hers in a moment of uncertainty. A pause followed by the flicking of an ear, and finally, a smile.
"I'm afraid my abilities are, ah... painfully insufficient." A lame, unnatural laugh followed. "What ability I have does little for wounds like this. Quite embarrassing, really." The only reason why he hadn't been caught completely off guard was because he'd spent so many years masquerading as a heart. In theory, perhaps he'd be able to recreate that power, but it did not come naturally to him as a heart, and he never tried to. Could he mimic a power by just taking on the suit? He wondered.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 29, 2009 18:57:02 GMT -5
Once she felt confident that the man was, in fact, completely numbed, she took out her suturing needle and a roll of surgical string. She let him speak as she sewed him together again, occasionally nodding or burbling.
In truth, had it not been for the time she'd recently spent studying in the Heart's Court, she never would have even considered his keeping away from a pain ability. Her ears flipped back as he explained himself and she cocked her head at him, eyes flashing with curiosity. "There seems to be quite a lot of variation from Heart to Heart. I suppose it would only make sense that some unfortunate souls would be unable to effectively block their pain out for extended periods..." her talons moved deftly, pulling and knotting and pulling again. "I must ask, though... do you have similar shortcomings in your other abilities, or has your magic compensated in some way?[/b]"
She knew she was probably treading on delicate ground, but she honestly didn't care. If she managed to make the man angry, that would just be all the more interesting for her research. Her feathers fluffed up a bit. If she made him too angry, she was also the one with the needle in his arm. She felt confident that he wouldn't try anything, not when she could so easily injure him.
And perhaps she would be surprised and he would respond calmly.
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Post by Nako on Aug 30, 2009 11:03:09 GMT -5
He -felt- anxious. His reaction though, was relatively calm. Or gentile, at least. "My, that's quite the intrusive question, is it of medical reference?" But really, he was moreso calling her out. His tone though, was almost teasing. His pride could not necessarily be wounded on this issue. He was more worried about any lie detecting she'd cast on him, though that would be most unprofessional of her.
"I was thinking to myself when you came through the door, actually, what a pity it is you weren't born with wings." Merlin decided to throw a curve ball at her... talking about powers.. but instead talk about hers. Merlin didn't like to weave many lies on the fly; he'd rather have them all sorted out ahead of time. His personas... he had them figured out. It was in this form that he felt most.. vulnerable.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 16, 2009 22:39:28 GMT -5
"It is, isn't it?[/b]" the woman replied without a hint of apology in her tone. Another stitch was finished, and she paused to give her handiwork a quick glance over, making a satisfied burble when she saw that they were all even. The victory only lasted for a moment before she dove right back into it. Only a little further to go, but when each stitch was so tiny, so close, it was hard to say how long it'd take.
After a moment, she began to speak again, and there was something in her voice that seemed almost more natural, more candid. "No, it's personal curiosity. I spent some time working in the Court of Hearts, so as you can imagine, I saw... Quite the range of ability there. Some of you can undergo a full surgery fully conscious, with only your pain ability.[/b]" that had been interesting. She grunted as she tied off the string, using the tip of her razor-sharp beak to break the tail so that it was as close to the skin as possible. Then she sat back and looked at him, head tilted to the side so that an eye could focus on his face. "I can't say I enjoyed that surgery much. I don't like being watched while I work.[/b]"
Then she laughed, a cheerful note. "Oh, is it your time to be intrusive now? Wings get in the way, and you don't need them to fly.[/b]" She took out the sanitizing pad again, wiping the area she'd sutured.
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Post by Nako on Sept 17, 2009 13:08:09 GMT -5
His brow crinkled, nose upturned in a bit of horror and disgust at the thought. "Horribly disturbing. Regardless of whether I had such an ability, I'd never wish to be awake to actually -see- such things happening to my body. Diagrams later, of course. But not while it's happening. What a horror."
At that next comment, he couldn't help but grin, raising a brow at her. "Does it bother you with me looking, judging your every move?" Probably not. She certainly seemed like the unapologetic sort. "Ah, yes, but wings are quite lovely for the aesthetics, but I guess I'm a bit biased."
As she snipped the suture, his tail gave a few heavy thumps behind him, looking at the wound curiously as she dabbed another one of those pads on the wound. "Is that it?" He reached out with a hand as if he wanted to touch it, but quickly recoiled. Poking wounds were bad, though the bird in him wanted to pick pick PICK till all those sutures were plucked out.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 20, 2009 1:33:15 GMT -5
"It's not terribly common, at least from my experience. Such a desire is usually linked to intense paranoia - this gentleman had been afraid that I would leave an instrument inside of his abdomen and wanted to keep his eye on me rather than simply trust in my professionalism.[/b]" A soft laugh burbled out of the woman, ending in a harsh-sounding but rather amused caw. "Those are the ones you can have a bit of fun with, I've found. Just slip the occasional Oh, oh dear, oh dear in and they'll wish they'd left you to it.[/b]"
She inclined her head to the side, one bright red eye fixing itself on the Avington, her beak opening in a strange version of a smile. "Aesthetics, perhaps, but I prefer not having people run screaming from me every time they see me walking down the street.[/b]" She gave his arm one more quick swipe with the sanitizing pad, then slipped it into a bag marked appropriately. "I suppose this is nothing that interests you, though, so I'm pleased to inform you that my work here is finished.[/b]"
Some of her best work, she had to admit to herself with a happy fluffing of her feathers. The stitches were short and neat and close together, holding the wound tightly together. If he did scar, it would be faint, and his fur would almost certainly do an admirable job at hiding the traces of it. The woman rocked back onto her haunches and nodded approvingly. Then she frowned, one talon darting out to swat at the man's own hand as it inched ever closer to the sutures, another caw escaping her.
Ah, those Avian genes could be hard to ignore. "Do I need to get you a plastic cone?[/b]" She teased, one eyebrow lifting. "Or just put a covering on it to hide it from your eyes? It might make it easier to remember not to pick.[/b]"
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Post by Nako on Jan 31, 2010 19:19:03 GMT -5
His brows visibly lifted at what the woman was saying. How terribly wicked! Did she make a habit out of torturing everyone she met? He was beginning to suspect so, with those little head games she seemed to like to pull. Even then, the Avington couldn't help but think well of her. After all she seemed quite exceptional at her job.
"Actually, you could say it does. I'll never understand the hysterics of the common folk. Just a glance at your chest and it would prove that you are not some... creature after all. It seems like most individuals are content to merely... react and not consider such things as logic. I most certainly see the Corvid influence in you, and your markings are so obviously from a region. That in itself should someone the benefit of the doubt to think you are indeed a Card."
The insides of his ears flushed red when she noticed his impulse, giving a soft shrug of his wings. "That.. might be wise." He admitted. "For all that I appear more Jackal, I've been told the avian in me is strongest in mannerism."
Suddenly, he realized what he might have implied, and his eyes widened and a hand came up as if to ward her off. "The bandage, I mean! I'd think I wouldn't be able to leave my house till I healed if I had to wear such a thing! I'm no -child- after all."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 31, 2010 21:25:39 GMT -5
Without the little games she could occasionally play, Zenon found her day job terribly boring, indeed. Which wasn't to say that she didn't love medicine - it just wasn't her passion, exactly. What she loved were people, and the things that made them tick in such curious ways. Emotions were fascinating, and during her work, she saw almost all of them. It was... in all honesty, it was wonderful.
Especially when the patients were interesting, like this one. It was rare she felt like she could actually have a reasonable conversation with someone while she tended to their body, but this creature seemed more than willing to help keep her entertained. "You, sir, are far more reasonable than most, I must say. Logic escapes the general population, I'm afraid.[/b]" The woman gave a small shake of her head, then chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. "And that conundrum is one I understand quite well. The lynx in me is dominant, but show me something sparkly and the urge to make off with it is almost overwhelming.[/b]"
The woman gathered up a roll of linen bandages, raising an eyebrow as she started to wind them around his arm. "If you're sure you don't want the cone... I've heard they're all the rage in the fashion world right now.[/b]" Her voice was perfectly dry, a gleeful little twinkle in her eye. Once she'd finished, she began slipping her supplies back into a bag. A small vial of pills was removed, as well as a page with notes scrawled across it. Zenon peered up at the man, rocking back on her haunches. "And you're all set. Those are painkillers. Don't take more than you need, unless you want to be dead. If you have extra, save them. You never know when they might come in handy. That is my personal address. If you run into trouble with the Jub again - let me know. I'd be happy to stitch you up as many times as you need.[/b]"
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Post by Nako on Feb 27, 2010 20:23:44 GMT -5
"Hmm yes, right up there with -dental- hardware I'm sure." Merlin said drolly, flexing the arm so recently bandaged just slightly to get a feel for the tightness of the material. At being handed medicine, he peered at it carefully over his long snout. "I'll be sure not to mistake them for my dinner mints, then." Merlin smirked.
"I feel greatly assured to be in your care then, Ma'am, though hopefully I won't have to call on you for life endangering emergencies too often. The check will be in the mail... and if you don't get it, well. You know where I live. A-ho! Hoo-hoot!"
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Damnit it all; it seemed like he'd be calling the woman more often than he'd like. First it was the little Avington bat, and now... this. His hand rest on his swollen belly. Surely he'd thought it was only extra weight. After all, he -had- been hitting the red meat and crumpets lately. Oh glorious.. glorious red meat. It made him want a steak so badly. Steak, with peanut butter. Oh SUITS what was he thinking???
He'd changed domiciles since last time he'd called on her; but he'd been sure to send a letter as soon as he'd moved in to inform her of his housing change. For her records, of course. It was always prudent to stay on top of such things. Tea was on the table, hot and steaming. The crumpets though? Those were gone already; he couldn't stop himself. He'd had to put some scotch eggs in the oven as a fail safe because of his consuming indiscretions.
In his letter, he's mentioned a need for 'neonatal advisement and pregnancy test'. It really wasn't a matter of wanting to find out if he was pregnant; he absolutely -had- to be. The Avington was showing all the blasted signs. Damnit. And he wasn't even sure how far along he was.. or who the father was. Blast his unhealthy outings to the -farthest- pits of the Lowlands!
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 27, 2010 21:23:21 GMT -5
Generally, another house call might have put the woman's hackles up ever so slightly. It was hard to use the clinic's lab to its full extent when she kept getting dragged away to take care of someone who had given themselves a papercut and believed it would kill them if she didn't arrive in the next fifteen minutes. When the assistant slapped an address down in front of her, Zenon raised an eyebrow.
"It's your boyfriend again. Says he needs prenatal. Would have figured you'd be one for rubbers." The assistant remarked playfully, even as the hybrid's ears flattened out and her eyes narrowed.
Merlin was far from her boyfriend. He was just... curiously involved in a lot of trouble, it seemed, and they had a working relationship. "Oh, fuck off.[/b]" The woman replied rather dryly, stabbing the paper with a claw and then looking it over. She knew the place, she knew the patient. An interesting man, to be sure, and she was rather intrigued by this latest news. He was pregnant. At least with her newly-grown wings, she could fly there without having to use up her Diamond ability for flight. She quickly gathered her gear together, and then took off.
It was a relatively quick flight, and after a few minutes, she had arrived. The woman made her way up the walk to the door, and knocked lightly. When he responded, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Please don't tell me the Jub is the one who's knocked you up.[/b]"
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