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Post by lime on Jun 24, 2013 23:40:28 GMT -8
"........." Stunned silent at his "Doctor"'s display, Harris could only open and close his mouth, imitating a fish gasping for air. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he found the usage of his voice again. "Well alright then..." With no other option, he followed Doctor Blackwood into the room, shaking his head slightly the entire way.
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Post by Jack on Jun 26, 2013 16:02:54 GMT -8
"Oh, I don't know about that, Doc," Vann said in response to the invitation. "That really isn't my area of expertise."
"Oh, nonsense!" the doctor cried theatrically in response. Ignoring Vann's insistence against it, Dr. Celtic grabbed Vann's arm and bodily pulled him down the hall.
Emim followed obediently, her musical aura shifting to a more melancholy tune. She didn't care for most of the other patients. Too bawdy and violent most of them.
"And here we are!" Celtic declared dramatically as he threw open the doors to his studio, releasing a muttering Vann. "Please, take a seat and make yourselves at home."
Celtic's studio was far too large and gaudy for Vann's tastes. The room was practically an auditorium, all colored in shining greens and golds. The room's center was home to a large four sided stage, steps leading up to it from each edge. There were two patients up on the stage already, and four more in the 'audience' when the three entered the room. One of the patients on the stage, some sort of nymph Vann guessed, was about to lay her hands on a large harp set up on the stage.
"Ah, Castalia, do stop," Celtic called as he saw the naiad and headed towards the stage, "It's rude to play before introducing yourself."
The young naiad looked up and saw the two new arrivals, her eyes widening as they came to rest on Emim. She recoiled from the harp in an instant, as though the instrument had burned her. Dr. Celtic acted as though he hadn't noticed.
"Now then, everyone say hello to Vann and Emim," Celtic requested with a smile, sliding the harp silently across the stage and out of the way. The other patients obliged, saying hello in a din of voices. "Emim will be joining us for therapy today. Does anyone object to her going now that she's arrived?"
No one said anything. Vann shifted uncomfortably at the stares of the other patients, but Emim didn't seem to notice, or perhaps she simply didn't care.
"Splendid," Dr. Celtic said with a smile, shooing the two patients on stage to seats around it and gesturing for Emim and Vann to approach.
Vann climbed the stage's stairs while Emim simply rose up onto it in one step. Dr. Celtic was now holding a flute, and gestured for Vann to unsling his violin.
"Now then, I'll start, then you and Emim join in. Whenever you're ready."
The doctor began to play a slow tune Vann recognized as one that Emim sometimes had following her around. He shrugged and joined in on his violin. Emim did nothing for about half a minute, but finally closed her eyes and sang, her musical aura matching that of the two musicians.
"Aeternitas maledictio est, inmortales omni sentire flamma sua. Dicitur quod nihil manet in aeternum sed idem non possumus dicere. Omne quod scimus marcescat et est reposita cum novi lucidis quae non duret quemadmodum et nos quantum nos vero volumus."
Emim paused, opening her eyes and staring at the other patients below her for a few seconds before continuing.
"Iusti sunt omnes vos in ventum harenae, picturae incenderet. Nos pauci sempiternum erit et. Reliqui eorum defluet."
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Post by Rieev on Jun 26, 2013 17:29:36 GMT -8
Sitting in the revolving office chair was a professionally dressed Satyr. He had an expensive looking wine cup in one hand and what appeared to be medical documents in the other. Sigmund took the time to look up from whatever he was reading to stare at Shard and grinned.
"Ah- you must be Shard. My you're quite the large fellow, my name is Dr. Sigmund. I hope none of my co-workers frightened you on the way here. I heard Dr. Blackwood all the way from the waiting room, strange fellow. But he always has something interesting to say during coffee breaks." Dr. Sigmund set down his items on his desk before standing up and walking over to Shard. Amusingly, he was about half of Shard's height.
Sigmund shook Shard's hand and then directed him to the side of the room that had a comfortable looking lounge chair and couch set right beside each other. "Come in my dear boy, we have much to talk about. Take a seat on whichever one you like and I'll sit on the opposite. I see you're in Block B, so you shouldn't be too complicated to try and crack. You don't seem to have lost your mind yet. Surprising, since I see that your cell mate is that damn sandman...So glad he's not one of mine. Anyway I like to get started with a few basic questions. Tell me about where you came from, your family life, and why you're here now."
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Post by Rieev on Jun 26, 2013 17:34:40 GMT -8
Dr. Blackwood grinned the entire time they walked back to his office, cheerfully greeting whoever they passed. Once they made it, he slammed the door really loudly and dramatically gestured to the lounge chair. "Welcome to my office, my dear Harris! Please, lay down and take a rest. Even though you have only been here a short while, it is safe to assume you've already run into your share of troubles, correct?"
Dr. Blackwood gracefully moved toward his desk and picked up Harris' medical files and a journal. "I have already taken the time to record all the information they could present me! You're in Block A so that must mean you are not as, how do I say, mentally troubled as most of the folks here. To make things easier for you and me, let us start with the basic questions. Tell me about your life before you came here and why you feel you were put into this Asylum in the first place."
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Post by Rieev on Jun 26, 2013 17:38:59 GMT -8
Lyssa shook their head, though they didn't stop writing. "Companions would do you well. One of the reasons many patients have lasted so long in here is because they have found someone they connected with. On the bright side, at least you are taking the time to communicate with others. You should try to get to know those girls better. If they haven't run away from you yet and you haven't burned them, that means that something must be going right. Who knows, maybe you'll find someone who can be like your little sister. One that doesn't send you away, of course."
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Post by lorelei on Jun 30, 2013 21:56:33 GMT -8
Chamena couldn't help but smile as she followed Dr. Bennington back to his rehearsal room. There was something just so infectiously fun about the spirit. If he was like this in death, what must he have been like in life? She glanced over at Prion, noticing the scowl on his face as he accompanied them. Suddenly it hit her why he was so bothered. It's just like with Lord Tez. He's jealous of me showing affection to other people, especially other inmates! How... petty."Now Chamena, my sweetheart, here is the song for you today. I heard about your incident with Dr. Bane, but I believe this key should suit your recovering voice just perfectly, don't you think?~" Dr. Bennington gestured to a small stack of sheet music on top of a very old, very scarred upright piano. The Siren picked up the sheets, nearly barking a laugh as she read through the lyrics. "More serendipitously then you may realize, dear Doctor! I simply have to flip the genders of the lyrics." She turned and cast a small flirtatious smile to Prion. "I hope you like this, Prion. It's as though this song was written for us!" She cleared her throat and stepped into the center of room-- where the acoustics were the best, of course-- and nodded at Dr. Bennington, who began to play. "Black, black is love's potion We drink, we drink from its wells And in their name, let's drink to true love For a toad and a scorpion fell Yes, in their name, let's drink to true love For true love can break the spell (for true love can break the spell) Awake from your dream, frog master Skin green as the emerald sea Let me tell you a tale of a love that did fail Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion's tail.Prion blinked through the haze of her song's spell once he realized the subject of the song. "Love...?" She simply smiled and put more effort into her song. Dr. Bennington grinned and kept playing as well, clearly enjoying all of the sexual tension in the air. He blushed as she walked by the water Having known her the evening before He liked how she spoke, but aware of her poke Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion's tail. Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love How quickly we forget the sting, my love What a pretty and dangerous line, my love What bitter yet delicious wine, my love With a prick of her prick she surprised him Shell red as the rose in her teeth “Fair master, join me. Let us ride out to sea” Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion's tail. He pondered if her love was poison But she pricked him so gently she swooned Her words were like wine as their fates intertwined Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion's tail. Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love How quickly we forget the sting, my love What a pretty and dangerous line, my love What bitter yet delicious wine, my love He offered her back white demurely She climbed and they swam out to sea He stroked and he smiled, and her stinger went wild Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Goes the scorpions tail. Black, black is love's potion. Take heed, take heed of the thorns. Don't spring when it stings Remember that you were warned. Come Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! A cup of my scorn!She allowed her voice to deepen into a growl on the last note, then finished the song with a theatrical flourish of her hand. Prion just stared, dazed by the song. Chamena turned to Dr. Bennington, grinning at him. "How was that, my dearest Doctor?"__________________________________ For those curious about the song, it's called "Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tale from the movie The Devil's Carnival. Here's a link to the song www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW_-w3kNDDgFYI, Chamena totally has Emilie Autumn's voice now. It totally fits her!!! XD
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Post by ZoeSazuma on Jun 30, 2013 23:00:15 GMT -8
Lilli's eye twitched at the mention of her sister. She didn't believe it when she first heard that it was her sister that sent her here, but after about 20 or so years, she just accepted it as fact. "They had better hope they don't become like little sister's to me, I threw fireballs at her for fun, as is the Pari way. Somehow, I don't think that they would appreciate it as much."
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Post by Helix on Jul 1, 2013 18:01:36 GMT -8
Shard took the larger of the two seats that Sigmund had pointed to him. On first impressions, Shard seemed to quite enjoy the satyr and relaxed about having a crazy doctor of his own. "Puck's a right bastard, but unfortunately I learned pretty quick I won't be able to do anything to him, except stomp him a bit. Not that it'll do anything. I'll let him do what he does, as long as I'm not involved."
After both had been situated, Shard listened to the first few questions Sigmund had asked. "Well that's easy enough! The near entirety of my life has been spent up in the north, in the cold and dark Kholodno Expanse. Asking where I'm from is a trick question, as you should know, since Gargoyles are made, not born. We don't get to know the Goblin that made us though, though I was on the quest to find them. Anyways, I hail from Hailstorm clan, as they say. The clan was an even fifty of us, and I considered basically all of them as family, since there's no real blood tie. There was only really age and skill level that dictated who was higher in importance or not. The clan never stayed in one place for very long, a month being the longest time in a single city. We are known for growing accustomed to the longer nights and shorter days that the northern winters gave us. Of course, that means waking up with the occasional snow or icicles that get stuck on us during the day." Shard stopped rather suddenly after going without pause, and his smile turned into a glare with clenched teeth.
"OR, you might wake up one day without yer wings! Blasted vagrants that they were! There were four of them, two wendigos, a minotaur, and a yeti. They were all immature and young for their species, and caused plenty of trouble in the city we had stopped in. None too bright either, because I found them and killed them and their families faster than it took for the sun to rise the next day! The brats had it coming! And to add insult on injury, I was exiled from the clan for losing my wings, and was tasked to find a Goblin Sculptor to fix them. I might have even found my original Sculptor if I had gotten there! But the goblin land was pretty far from the north, at least far without being able to fly there. Along the way I was captured for going berserk in some town, and then it turns out they sent me here. So I got angry once! Okay, so it was several times. Like maybe nine towns..." Shard hadn't taken the time to remember the names of those towns because of how poorly they had treated him there.
"I get carried away, you'll have to excuse me for that. It just makes me boil when I think about it."
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Post by Rieev on Jul 24, 2013 15:10:08 GMT -8
As he listened to the gargoyle, Dr. Sigmund wrote down every single word that Shard spoke at lightning speed. It was fascinating to hear about the lifestyle of a Gargoyle since there were so very few of them in the Asylum. Gargoyles were hard to come by since they mostly traveled in tight groups of their own species, not to mention they tend to keep to themselves so there was no way to know if they were suffering from anything or not. And the Gargoyles that were taken in tended to last at most 3 days since Doctors pursued them to study their biology. It was actually quite surprising that Shard was already on his 4th day.
It's possible that it's because of his lack of wings...He doesn't look like a gargoyle anymore and can easily be mistaken for a chimera or any other beastly species. The doctor's here can be so blind sometimes... Sigmund thought, though he didn't lose focus from his writing.
"Ah, I see. I am shocked to hear that you could have caused so much destruction, you do not give off the aura of rage that most anger management patients possess." Sigmund said after Shard was done speaking. "I am sorry to hear about your wings, though it seems you are handling it better than most would. By how you speak of that moment, it's clear those wings meant a lot to you. Almost as if they were a part of your identity. And when you lost your wings, you lost that identity- that identity of being a gargoyle. It's interesting to see you're handling such a loss well when others would be driven to madness. For example, a mermaid is not a mermaid if she loses her tail or a giant isn't a giant if his size is reduced. Though it's most likely because you haven't lost your ability to turn into stone that you haven't gone mad yet. But I doubt you have turned into stone for awhile now since this building only allows little sunlight to enter."
Sigmund shook his head and laughed heartily, "Forgive me, I tend to ramble on like that. Please, let us continue. I am curious to hear how well you have become accustomed to the Asylum. It seems you're still right in the head given you still have your memories."
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Post by Rieev on Jul 24, 2013 15:20:25 GMT -8
Dr. Lyssa shook their head, knowing that it was a fruitless effort to try and get her to change her mind. "If you say so Lilli..." Lyssa started pacing around the room, trying to think of what else they haven't discussed before. If Lyssa had a choice, they would have finished the session after just 5 minutes, but they were authorized to speak to patients for at least an hour if they wanted payment. The secretaries kept track of everything, it was frightening.
Lyssa let out a sigh as they stopped by the large window in the office to stare out into the sea. Lilliana wasn't emitting any strong rage aura, at the moment, so there wasn't anything bothering her. They had hoped to spark something by mentioning her sister, but it seemed that she was already over the entire ordeal.
"Well do you want to go over your past again? Just a brief run through of everything? It might help you dig up old memories that were lost over the decades."
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Post by Rieev on Jul 24, 2013 15:28:38 GMT -8
Bennington grinned and used his poltergeist abilities to take control of all the instruments in the room, making each instrument make noise and do a little dance as if they were alive and giving off applause.
"Beautiful as always my dear Chamena! I was right in my decision, the song was perfect for you!" Bennington cheered as he danced to his own music. "Once again your voice was spectacular- it has cleared away all the tension in the air. Wonderful! Splendid!" Bennington stopped all the noise and suddenly the room went quiet again. He now stood by Prion and draped his arm around the guard's shoulders. "How about you, Mister Prion? You have anything you want to say to our lovely performer?"
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Post by Helix on Jul 25, 2013 18:38:33 GMT -8
Shard followed Sigmund's pen for a while until he began to give his ideas about Shard's background. "Well you see, that's something I wanted to bring up, about my stonesleep. I'm used to not having a lot, but eventually I'm going to get really groggy and eventually I won't be able to regenerate very well, or even turn my hands to stone while awake. Is there a way I can do that? Without, you know, waking up as rubble the next day?"
Sigmund looked up slightly to think, but was able to go through the possibilities almost instantly. "You're right to be concerned about the safety of the asylum when immobilized. However, all inmates are required to be in cells at night, so doing it then would not be possible. My personal opinion is to also keep this dilemma away from the doctors, also for safety reasons. Using therapy time is not ideal, but if you stayed afterwards here in my office with a special light source, it could be done. How much time would you require?"
"Even an hour would be great, and two hours would be immensely refreshing. Thanks so much, doctor!"
"We'd still need to get permission for you to stay longer however, and to assure your presence won't interfere with other patients I might have. Then we'd have to acquire the lamp, with permission from higher-ups. I will promise to get back to you with the information." He wrote himself the note as he said it. Shard was noticeably disappointed, but didn't complain. "So, how's the Asylum?"
"Oh, uh fine I guess. Don't really have anything to compare it to. Met some interesting characters, mostly because of the attention Puck brings to himself so much. The jobs are, well, unrewarding. And one day I just plain can't remember what happened. That was the same day I got into a fight at the cafeteria..." It had been the first and only time his temper had flared since he arrived, but with the kinds of people they're surrounded with, he'd bet it wasn't the last.
Sigmund was surprised that Shard stopped talking, though his pen kept moving. Concern that patient finds the event distressing shows signs of guilt, shame, or an attempt to hide information. "Would you like to elaborate about the fight? How it started, what was the outcome, how it relates to your previous showings of temper?"
Shard hesitated again, mostly because he remembered the hallucinations he had during the fight. "I dunno, I feel like it would be really hard to explain."
(giving this a breather to let some other people post)
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Post by Jack on Sept 11, 2013 8:00:17 GMT -8
It had been some time since Emim had sung her song about being on fire or whatever it had been, Vann never did learn that language. The other patients were undergoing their 'therapy' now, though for the life of him Vann didn't get how musical theater was supposed to alleviate sociopathic tendencies. He had stopped paying much attention around the time the troll patient began singing about his butterfly collection, instead resuming his novel.
Emim on the other hand was paying rapt attention. The others might not know her well enough to tell from her blank facial expression, but Vann had noticed her eyes. She hadn't blinked in an hour, and her eyes followed every other patient on and off the stage.
Currently on the stage was the naiad that had been interrupted by Vann and Emim's entrance to the room, Castalia. She was singing a soft tune about wandering heroes, and Vann understood why she had been reaching for the harp earlier. The instrument would have matched the song beautifully. Dr. Celtic's flute was alright, but it wasn't just...well, it wasn't perfect.
Soon enough the naiad finished her piece, and took a dramatic bow to the light applause of the other patients and Celtic. As the doctor smiled to congratulate her on a job well done the naiad stood back up with a flair.
"Oh, well done Castalia, well done! Now then my dear, take a seat. Hmm, so who wishes to go next?"
As a few of the other patients volunteered and Celtic made a show of picking one at random, the naiad cheerily hopped off the side of the stage. Vann's attention was instantly back to the stage as a tinkling metal sound filled the room. Castalia hadn't noticed a pair of bells sitting on the edge of the stage and had accidentally kicked one as she leapt off the edge.
Vann watched the small instrument topple to the ground and bounce twice before lying still. The sound of the ringing bell continued even so, forming a sweet little tune of its own accord. It was the only sound in the room. The other patients' mouths continued to move, but there was no sound. They noticed after a few seconds, and a few of them grasped at their throats in confusion.
Emim hadn't seemed to notice anything odd was happening. The nephilim sat in silence and watched as the naiad attempted to yell at the bell without producing any sound, and as Celtic leapt over the edge of the stage and landed heavily with the instrument under his heel. The music stopped and the confused grunts of the other patients as well as Castalia's cries of, "Stop ringing!" became audible once more.
"So then," Dr. Celtic said as he picked the flattened bit of metal up from the floor with a quick motion, "I do believe that Harken was next? Come and delight us with your talents!"
Vann turned back to his book as a scarred elf went up and started singing showtunes.
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Post by ZoeSazuma on Sept 29, 2013 19:07:18 GMT -8
Lilli let out a sigh as she continued to rest against the couch, not really wanting to talk anymore, but also knowing that Dr. Lyssa wouldn't leave her alone until the required one hour was over with. "I never want to talk about my past, Doc, but if it will make the time go by faster, then I guess I don't really have a choice."
Standing up she walked over to the window, shuddering slightly as she looked at the sea. She and water didn't really go together in the slightest. "I was born from two Pari, I don't remember their names anymore, and I was abused from the start. Beat until I learned how to fly, then beat for flying to far. They would find any excuse to hit or throw something at me. I was 75 when Fia was born, and the abuse only doubled, but this time by choice. I let them hit me harder so that they would leave my little sister alone. This cycle continued until I was about 200, when they fucked up. I came home from an errand to see Fia bleeding and crying on the ground. Something in me just snapped..." Lilli's hands clenched at her sides before she raised it and banged it against the wall next to the window, not wanting to be locked up for breaking the window, again.
She took a deep breath to calm herself before she started speaking again. "I really don't want to talk about this anymore, if that's okay with you. I don't want to break your window again and make the asylum think I'm trying to escape again."
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Post by Rieev on Jan 28, 2014 11:40:50 GMT -8
Dr. Lyssa shook their head. Even recalling her family failed to elicit a desired response. Lilliana no longer gave off the rage that she held decades before- they didn't know whether or not this change was due to their therapy, or that Lilli was becoming bored. Such feelings tend to surface from Rank C inmates who don't bother to mess with the guards or proved too valuable to just give to the doctors.
"How much time do we have left?" Lyssa mumbled, heading to their desk to check the small clock sitting upon it. They were talking for only 25 minutes. "Sweet mother Gaia, 25?" Lyssa's paw like hands formed into a fist and smashed the clock into splinters. "It's felt like months-!" Lyssa caught themselves before they released anymore rage, breathing in and out and then massaging their temples. They then went around the desk to open a drawer, where he took out another model of the exact same clock they smashed.
"M-my apologies. Let us continue with this session. Only...35 minutes left..Haha...."
The second half of the session consisted of mostly small talk, with Dr. Lyssa trying time and time again to induce rage in the pyrri. Unfortunately, no progress was made, not even when Lyssa brought up the time Puck once stayed the night in her cell and did nothing but look through her clothing drawers and closet for hours on end. It was a miracle the sandman didn't end up a glass statue by morning.
Lyssa looked at the new clock and sighed. "Looks like our time is done," he mumbled a thanks to his god before continuing "You know the drill, correct? Check out with the secretary, and she will scan your security necklace in order to register that you were indeed here."
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