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(Setting) Hood's Private Clinicians
| >As mentioned previously, an appointment of sorts was scheduled. A proceedingly tall woman entered the waiting room. She stood about 6'4 and was wearing some lighter clothes, despite the cold weather. She felt most comfortable in a pair of loose jeans and t-shirts with light jackets.
>She looks around, gazing at the room with dark eyes and she scratches her head, rubbing through black hair.
"Guess he's... not in?"
>She spoke in a lower octave.
| "Wrong!"
>A voice calls out from behind the receptionist desk. A thin arm shoots up from underneath the desk and slams onto the top with a small thud, despite its speed. Next, a man pulls himself up and over the table, revealing his face to be a... Cotton Skull Mask? He looks at the woman who has entered, scanning her and getting a solid depiction of her physical features.
"Hello, and welcome to Clinic."
| He says quickly as he stands showing he was wearing a generic white lab coat, but his sweater had a skeleton pattern on it showcasing the ribcage and sternum.
"Appointment?"
>He asks.
| >You would particularly noticed her darker, tanned skin due to her recent dishing expeditions. Definitely lighter than when she returned from sea, however. You have also surprised the woman, she has taken a bit of a fighting stance.
"Um. I'm Genevieve. I was the one posting on the Job Thread about the monster?"
>Her fists stay clenched and ready as she steps forward a little.
"Are you... Blood Bank?"
| "Yes. Blood Bank."
>He quickly opens the side door leading into the receptionist office and steps out. It was surprising how quick he could be. He makes his way to a door leading into the back and opens it, bringing his hand to her.
"Quickly, much to discuss. Will also give physical to evaluate your well being right now."
| >Genevieve is hesitant. Keeping her hands gripped into tight fists, she walks toward him. And follows through the hallway she assumed to walk through. She found the first open door out of a closed door hallway and proceeded in.
"You know, I'd be more comfortable if you took off that kid's mask, Doctor."
| >He follows her in as he has grabbed hold of a Clipboard that was hanging on the door of the definitely normal Hospital Examination Room 3. There were some nominal, cat-based encouragement posters and some diagrams here and there but he looks at her after a moment.
"Are you shit-talking Skeletons, My Patient? I particularly like them. Favorite Spoopy Halloween Creature. Simple yet hilarious."
| "Um... no. I wasn't shit-talkin' Skeletons, Doctor. Just saying. I'd be more comfortable with your /human/..."
>She pauses a moment before continuing, realizing she may have to be specific with this person.
"Human, /skin/ face."
| "Hmmm. Ahh, understand now."
>He removes the skull mask, looking at it afterward.
"Another time, my friend."
>His face was viciously, maybe /too/ pale, and gaunt as well as if he'd not had much to eat over the last couple days. His eyes had a dull list to them almost as if those were also lifeless. He looks directly at you.
"Elliot Hoods is my name. Doctoring is my game."
>He states, putting his mask away into a pocket of his coat.
| "Right... Let's go through some general questions and basic examinations. Once finished, go over what you're here for. Want to be sure assumptions are correct first."
>He begins proceeding through her personal information for documentation; name, age, address, phone number, previous doctors, etc. After that is finished, he goes over the first parts of a physical exam.
| "Hmm. Very Healthy. Very Fit. Harbor Work must be very strenuous, good work out to allow this type of muscular definition...."
>He writes through his exam notes before he reaches into a drawer for a small medicine bottle.
"This is more of thing for this practice, but must have you take this medicine. Would like X-rays of your skeleton in case of needed reconstruction or injury in your line of work. Just a sip, please."
>Elliot hands her the medicine and shuffles back to his seat.
| >Genevieve Martin
>Age 28
>Height 6'4
>Weight -Redacted for normal eyes-
"This is going a lot more normal than I expected. When exactly are we going to talk about that thing I'm hearing?"
>She takes hold of the medicine bottle and does drink a small sip, filling the cap with liquid.
"It's... Hard to place the taste but it's really flowery?"
| "Ahh, yes, synthesized by me to get rid of terrible taste. Tastes different to different people based on... DNA? Something like that."
>Elliot takes the bottle back and places it in the drawer.
"About the monster. It's hard to say. Without a better Psychological Eval, I would find it hard to tell you you're sane. So tell, did you hear it last night, by chance..."
>He places the clipboard on a nearby table.
| "No... I think it's due to the Amulet I've had."
>She states quickly. Ready to talk about this.
"I gave it to a friend of mine, last night to see if I heard it this night, like that CN person said."
>She looks away.
"Is it hunting the amulet, do you think?"
| >Elliot waits for a few minutes before he finally speaks out.
"Amulet? Maybe. Might be important. What it is, unaware of. But you've got very rare condition here for this city."
>He sighs lightly before continuing.
"Medicine should have induced vomiting, when ingested by those lacking a certain... talent, so to speak."
| "I... What do you mean, you just tried to make me vomit on a vague assumption? What talent are you talking about and what the hell is that howling thing?!"
>Genevieve stands up from the cot she was on, just as she speaks, a pained howl can be heard within the walls of the building, much to her surprise.
"Thats.... you hear that, right?"
>Her eyes wide in fear as she looks at Dr. Elliot.
| >Elliot looks up as he does indeed hear the howl. He stands up, pulling his white gloves off of his hands and throwing them to the counter, showing his thin hands. Notably, his thumbs have steel finger nails that seem incredibly sharp.
"Confirm... And my Hunter isn't here yet."
>He pulls his own lab coat off as well before he opens the door, looking into the hallway.
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| >A vicious crash happens through the low set ceiling of the hallway. Thankfully, you have rented this whole building, Dr. Hoods, so no pedestrians are harmed.
>Before you, you see a crouched woman with a black mask over the top part of her face, wearing a thick black trench coat. You wonder how this woman could see anything, but she nonetheless looks right at you, saliva dripping from her mouth as she then focuses on the woman behind you, gritting her teeth into a low grinding noise.
| "....Interesting."
>Elliot speaks, as he is seen flicking his wrists looking at the assailant.
"There's.... Residual Magick resonating from it and it feels rather... Oppressive?"
>Elliot watches as he speaks quietly to Genevieve.
"Suggest escape. Will hold off until Hunter arrives."
>He states, his hands holding vials of red liquid that had been hidden in his sleeves.
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| >A street sign shows the name of the private practice in an eccentric writing that is hardly legible.
>Inside is a simple, generic waiting room area, coupled with a four seat bench and old copies of Augments YOU! Magazine.
>Despite the obvious Waiting Room, uncharacteristically no one was watching the room from the glass encased receptionist office that was directly connected.
>You would be entering into an empty Hospital Waiting Room, essentially.