Today had started as a pretty normal day for Ayven. He got up, he got dressed, and he made his way to the hospital. He had taken notice of the day, recognizing today as summer solstice. It was cool. The sky was rather... beautiful, but it all had no point or influence over what Ayven was doing today. He had no time to waste on silly things like summer solstice! Sure, he'd like to paint the sky or just kind of waste the day doing nothing in particular... There might be some really weird parties tonight...
But he was Amelia Lockeheart's kid, dammnit! He wasn't going to be late for work. Ignoring the sky, he boarded his train and continued his commute to the hospital. Once he had arrived at the hospital, Ayven had hurried himself into his research department. He'd rather not run into Demeteri. The guy just seemed to hate him for some reason. It... wasn't Ayven's fault Demetri was dumb! He hadn't made Demeteri that way-- Demeteri's parents had! Ayven quickly shut the door to his department and slipped a white lab coat over his black button up shirt and distressed jeans. Lab coats were the perfect tool to turn street clothes into something that looked halfway professional.
Ayven got out a few vials and started on his work.
He was oblivious to the reduction of inpatients at the hospital. If he wanted to know the statistics of how many people were at the hospital, he could have easily figured that out. However, that information wasn't vital for him. It had nothing to do with what he was working on-- a super strong, potentially semi-permanent anti-magic sermon. Ayven, being the brilliant clone of a brilliant scientist, had put up measures to avoid check-ins from people like Demetri. He had learned from the hospital staff group chat he was involved in, that Demeteri had been running around, sticking his nose into business that wasn't necessarily his business.
Of course, Demetri would probably argue that anything going on in the hospital was his business but Ayven completely disagreed. He couldn't have that man constantly "checking-in." It took away precious time to do anything important things... like developing a semi-permanent anti-magic sermon.
Anyway, the point was, Ayven had taken careful measures to block the door to his department with a carefully placed table. He had stacked a few chairs onto the table just incase. However, being the paradox that he was, Ayven had also baked cookies that he would possibly share with Demetri or the rest of the de-magicization team, if they managed to get through the blockade. It wasn't that Ayven hated any of them. He really wanted to be all of their friends! But, at the same time, they were all rather stupid and didn't really do anything to help Ayven's research.
But he was Amelia Lockeheart's kid, dammnit! He wasn't going to be late for work. Ignoring the sky, he boarded his train and continued his commute to the hospital. Once he had arrived at the hospital, Ayven had hurried himself into his research department. He'd rather not run into Demeteri. The guy just seemed to hate him for some reason. It... wasn't Ayven's fault Demetri was dumb! He hadn't made Demeteri that way-- Demeteri's parents had! Ayven quickly shut the door to his department and slipped a white lab coat over his black button up shirt and distressed jeans. Lab coats were the perfect tool to turn street clothes into something that looked halfway professional.
Ayven got out a few vials and started on his work.
He was oblivious to the reduction of inpatients at the hospital. If he wanted to know the statistics of how many people were at the hospital, he could have easily figured that out. However, that information wasn't vital for him. It had nothing to do with what he was working on-- a super strong, potentially semi-permanent anti-magic sermon. Ayven, being the brilliant clone of a brilliant scientist, had put up measures to avoid check-ins from people like Demetri. He had learned from the hospital staff group chat he was involved in, that Demeteri had been running around, sticking his nose into business that wasn't necessarily his business.
Of course, Demetri would probably argue that anything going on in the hospital was his business but Ayven completely disagreed. He couldn't have that man constantly "checking-in." It took away precious time to do anything important things... like developing a semi-permanent anti-magic sermon.
Anyway, the point was, Ayven had taken careful measures to block the door to his department with a carefully placed table. He had stacked a few chairs onto the table just incase. However, being the paradox that he was, Ayven had also baked cookies that he would possibly share with Demetri or the rest of the de-magicization team, if they managed to get through the blockade. It wasn't that Ayven hated any of them. He really wanted to be all of their friends! But, at the same time, they were all rather stupid and didn't really do anything to help Ayven's research.