The Zenith - Medical Isolation Ward
Above Boston
21st January, 2011The woman smiled sweetly, despite the look of concern on her face. “Of course not, sweetheart. Let me explain.”
“The PRT are worried about the state of your mental health after coming into contact with…” she paused, reading the next few words repeatedly. “Extremist dissident elements?” It was more of a question than a statement, and she looked at you with an eyeroll and a head shake before tossing the clipboard away. “Well that’s useless.”
Sitting down on a chair next to the bed, she gestured towards it. “Take a seat. Essentially, they are worried that because of your power, absorbing aspects of Sickle-Cell may have had a profound impact on your mental state.” Holding her hands up, she smiled again. “Now that is nonsense, we both know that, but they want to ensure you won’t run around sabotaging the Zenith in your spare time.”
“But forgot about why I’m supposed to be here. I don’t care what they’ve told me to look for or discuss with you.” Dr Yamada crossed her legs and met your gaze, earnestly. “I want you to tell me exactly how you feel. Not about this, unless you want to, just start somewhere. Talk to me. Let me understand just what makes you
you.”
“For instance, Xoxi is an interesting name. Is there a story behind it?”
@Banana
The Circus Maximus
Victory Road
21st January, 2011The crowd’s reckless cheers grew to a fever pitch, as out onto one of the platforms, Whetstone appeared with Vulcan in tow. The throne atop this dais looked like a carefully-made replica of The Iron Throne, forged with countless real swords.
A fitting seat for the Queen of Blades, herself.
With Vulcan at her side, the first of a number of enormous threats had just strode casually up and took a seat in pride-of-place above the sea of bodies below. Even without their powers, the two armour-clad-compadres were an intimidating sight to behold.
@Migyudon@Duoya@Lasrever@Old Amsterdam