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SPOILER!!: Ambry Jory was all that much caught up with amusing himself that he failed to notice the Healer hurriedly approaching him until he took hold of his arm. Then pushed him down on a chair. O_O Didn't waste time, did they, these Healers? What? WHAT? Mental health? "I don't need a shrink,'' he said, shaking his head and quite forgetting the Healer might not know what a shrink was. "But you're right about the rest and relaxation.'' It hadn't been that busy for him at the Ministry recently but he was going to humour her. If she got too intense he could always make a break for it. |
If this wasn't MANDATORY, Gabi wouldn't be here. She was not one to go to the healers often even for checkups, because she ate so well and always exercised that she just never got sick. When she DID, she went into the healers and took care of it right away. No big deal. But THIS? This was stupid and Gabi was not happy. She walked in, not saying a word, and looked around the room, arms crossed and heel tapping impatiently on the floor. Was someone just going to come up to her or...? |
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"Sir, please don't get alarmed," she told him calmly. "Did you know that 99.9999999% of all people experience mental breakdowns and mental health problems at least once in their lives? With all the nonsense going on here at the Ministry, it's a wonder you haven't lost your hair from the stress!" she exclaimed. Yes, and he had really nice hair. See? It could be worse! "Now, as far as my diagnosis - I need to ask you a few more questions. When was the last time you cried, sir?" she asked him. "Have you been extra tired lately? Do you ever feel that you're just going through the motions of work every day?" she asked. VERY important information that she needed to know! Oh, and look - a crabby looking lady had just walked in. More people to help! "Can someone help her, please?" she called out to her fellow healers. She looked like she might start stunning people if she wasn't helped soon. YIKES! |
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SPOILER!!: We like Ambry ^__^ Jory was highly amused by this Healer woman. She didn't even seem to mind him calling her a shrink. He knew Healers disliked to be compared to Muggle doctors. Jory decided to humour her. "Really? I didn't know that.'' Really, he didn't. Was that even true? "I haven't suffered any though and I don't intend on having any.'' Lost his hair? O_O Automatically, the YATI raised his right hand to run it through his hair. "I don't stress easily. Which is a good thing, right Healer? Look, I've got all my think, blond hair to prove it.'' He eyed Ambry. "How about you? Haven't you been stressed lately? I hear Healers don't have it any easier.'' Questions. Jory was ready to answer them. "I just feel tired. I love my job so I have no problems doing whatever I have to do to get it done.'' How was that answer? He was not a wacko, thank you very much. |
Jack really was not looking forward to this. He never much liked being around healers ever since one gave him the wrong potion in his youth making his bones jelly like instead of healing his broken arm at the time. He had to spend an extra week on an extremely painful treatment to be back to normal. He hated thinking about it but having to do a mandatory evaluation of his mental health brought him back to healers. He hoped after he learned healing spells and a few basic healing potions he could avoid healers. It seemed not so. Thus he made his appointment at the latest date possible but that day came. He hesitantly made his way to the location of the examination, signed in and waited for his name to be called. He was just thankful he had no injuries at this time. |
Healer was a little sick and out of comission *coughs* SPOILER!!: Legend ... ..... How long did that take? Maybe five seconds. Good Merlin. Oh no. Oh no oh no. Forget everyone else she'd seen since morning, THIS one needed her full attention the most. EXTREME MEMORY LOSS!! Poor thing. He must have had the hardest time even remembering where his own work station was. This was serious and would hinder progress with work. Can't work when you're dying, right?? "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE SIR!!" Lest you drop dead the moment you leave this place. Sigh. Tragic, it was. SPOILER!!: Simon What was with everyone and this rambling illness? There may have been a dozen of them already diagnosed but the cases just kept coming in. Ravaora shook her head in obvious pity for this man. "Loquentes Ieiuniumtis." Plain as day on this one and they needed to begin before it was too late. "I can perscribe you a few potions and it'll be imperative you attend the seminars being hosted as it will be for your own good." Was he understanding? Did he know his joke wasn't funny? Some down time would be needed here before he lost his limited sense of humour for good. "Not to worry, it's curable and despite your accute trelawnitis accompanying the illness I daresay, with our help, you will live." WASN'T THAT JUST BRILLIANT NEWS?????? SPOILER!!: Alysson Ahhh, another life saved thanks to her. She'd be looking forward to seeing that one at her knitting seminar. They could get a few things out. Let the positive energy floooow through them together and slowly--yes, slowly because you couldn't rush the healing--everything would be alright. "Do have a good day. Try to forget you're daying. It makes the O.O.P.S worse." BEAM. Such a nice woman that one. SPOILER!!: omnomnomRAWR "That is called denial, Love, but not to worry, we'll beat it out of you in no time." Metaphorically of course. Everyone knew this healer preferred needles, they were her little friends and other were always so much nicer after she used them. That's what this place needed, a little nicer energy. "You're obviously over worked and in such a stressful environment. It's not good for your complexion." Surely Ravaora wasn't the only one who saw this? Merlin. SPOILER!!: Expecto-Penguin It wasn't very often that she had willing patients. Ones that could accept the news and actively seek to understand it. For this she was grateful. FINALLY someone that wanted to LIVE. "Pruritusism is characterized by scratching and fidgeting, the involuntary kind like what you've been doing, Love." For how long she'd been doing it, Ravaora didn't even want to know. All that mattered now was getting her back to the picture of perfect health. "The anxiety can contribute toward it yes, but the anxiety is more commonly attributed to the O.O.P.S that you're suffering from." Of course in the wake of all this tragic news there was still hope. "There are potions you can take and I expect you'll be at the seminar I'll be hosting. It'll will help take care of all that." Brilliant news wasn't it? Once again, thanks to Ravaora, this one would LIVE? "You're free to go unless you have other questions." SPOILER!!: Tiffany Oh? Spastic movements as well? It would start with the leg sticking out but it would spread, she was sure. Pretty soon arms would be flailing then her hips would randomly be thrust about from side to side until finally she was doing the hokie pokie without even knowing why. "Uncontrolled muscle movement." The Healer noted aloud for the benefit of patient. It was good she knew. And with all that sweeting and the way her face was meeelting, did she really think the healer would let her off so easy?? On the verge of death this one. She shook her head in stark disappointment. "You'll need this checked, it's a grave illness and has been known to take one a many lives even without the other diseases you're simply riddled with." And a dramatic roll of her eyes while she tried to make light of this tragic situation. It was all she could do to not sob on this young woman's shoulder, bawling about how much she'd miss her when she was gone. "I'll tell you what, you won't die. Come to the seminar and we'll make you better. Healer's honour." No one would get left behind. NO ONE. SPOILER!!: Branxton That was rather considerate of her. Perhaps the girl knew she was a lost cause and thought Ravaora would have preferred spending time with the guaranteed to live. Such a trooper. It nearly jerked a tear or three. "I understand what you're doing and I assure you you're not that much a lost caused. I'd hate to say it but compared to everyone else here, you might be the most normal." It said so much. This place was RIDDLED with disease. Ooo and such thought provoking questions! Signs of an active mind! Yes. Yes. She was liking what she was hearing afterall. "Cake is questionable. I would suggest sitting outside his door and enjoying, but no more than two slices to be on the safe side." Still, no dining with death. You got bad reputations after. SPOILER!!: William *swoons at the dreamy sleeper* The initial yelling had startled Ravaora. Mostly because people didn't yell that way when they had seizures but the worry slowly subsided as he settled in and drifted off. Just look how PEACEFUL he looked now. Brilliant what a syringe and some liquid she was unsure of could do and the Healer grinned broadly. "He shouldn't pose much trouble to his life anymore. We have nothing to worry about." She assured his friend. SEE??? SHE WAS HELPING MORE THAN HIM!! Let her do her job, dammit! "You're in my hands now Love." She said rubbing a hand against his perfect face. Such a nice structure...such nice arms...was this a firm chest beneath these clothes? "Perhaps I should take him back to my personal lab and keep him for observations." Because my oh my this one. Would Loranys mind sharing? She wouldn't be TOO greedy. The Healer pulled him back into the examination room, secured his strappings more firmly then injected him once more. Now, now was waiting, face close to his, waiting for the majestic moment those dreamy eyes would open and he would be a calmer man. Ahhh. SPOILER!!: Lawrence SUCH FIGHT!! This one clearly wanted to live. "That is exactly what you should do! Yes! Go! Relax! Live!" She didn't even need to tell him the rest. This was what she liked seeing, people taking charge of their own life. T'was beautiful to behold. "Seminars will be held, we can help curb this condition." She walked to the door and held it open for him. "Take charge of your health and live." SPOILER!!: Vic Blah blah blah didn't crumble blah blah throwing things at him. "Do you usually blame others for your actions, Sir? I daresay it speaks to something a little more sinister." And that would, of course, require a few more shots. Surely he knew that resistance was futile? Did she have to spell it out to him? "Trelawnitis, a distinct mistrust of others and situations that at some point causes action--action that you regret the moment you come to. It's a slippery slope I'd rather you not slip down." Sigh, but it wouldn't be easy. Never easy with those from Law Enforcement. "There are three other certified Healers outside this room. I can have any of them come in and confirm then possibly have you sedated and attached to wires, or we can accept you're dying perscribe you potions and inform you of the seminar to be held." Such a hassle too. "We both know the better choice, living shouldn't be a chore." SPOILER!!: Amber and Derek Ravaora might have introduced this Derek fellow to her latest syringe until his friend here spoke up. The Healer smiled widely, happy that once again, her syringe had saved the day. Wasn't the world a better place when everyone just smiiiiiled?? "Oh yes, of course! Yoga will be an excellent means of reducing the severity of these illnesses. I know there will be a yoga seminar held and knitting as well! Come and unwind and together we'll ensure you all live happier and more productive lives." Nothing to be done about these two anymore. They were already heading on to the healing process. "You may go." And remember to KEEP SMILING! It took years off your face if you'll believe it! SPOILER!!: Ronnie "Everything is most certainly not okay." Ravaora said with a stern expression. When someone was so gravely ill you didn't have time for nicities. "You, my dear, have an accute case of Confundosis and I fear the underlying cause may be Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome." The chief cause of most illnesses in this place as she'd come to understand. Something needed to be done or they would all find themselves in an early grave, with her grieving at the tombstones. "There will be several seminars being held. See to it that you attend if you hope to get yourself cured." That should be enough, unless things got worse... SPOILER!!: Emily Ravaora gave a loud sigh and recapped her syringe. It wasn't to say this one was beyond saving but rather she would be speaking with Wandastian. The man may prove more persuasive. Nothing left for her to be done just yet. "There will be seminars. They'll help you with your condition. For your own sake I hope you show up without use needing restraints and further action." They could ask that she resign or be replaced with someone more stable. Surely the Minister wouldn't object. She needed to think this through. "You are free to go." She walked to the door and held it open for her--"Ooooo, the Senior Underscretary is still here." Her and Loranys were still sharing as far as she knew. Save three hotties, marry two of them and keep the third for just in case. Why was Emily still here? She...was clogging up the room....... SPOILER!!: Kennedy My my my. "Defensive as well. Quite the stage of illness you've reached." Ravaora idly tapped away at his cheek while she spoke. When things were this obvious, you hardly needed a check up. "I'd have to say Trelawnitis but you haven't got it bad and like with everyone else I've seen, there is still hope." This is the part where he started hopping around the room at the blessed news that he would LIVE. Isn't that what people traditionally do? "No need for further tests. You're gestures say it all. You're a right mess. O.O.P.S gets to the best of many of us. I can perscribe you a few potions and there will be seminars held about the ministry. Rest assured, we will get you back in tip top shape." ANY QUESTIONS BEFORE YOU GO??? SPOILER!!: Alex "Right right of course. We certainly won't be using those words." Whatever it took to keep this woman calm. You could never tell when one might snap in such a hostile environment and the noticeable tensing at the sight of the needle was enough to send Ravaora on high alert. If things got down to it, this one might need sedation. How she hated when it got to that. "In any case, it sounds like you have Trelawnitis--a severe case of it to say the least." The Healer walked back to her desk and began scribbling. "Nothing we haven't cured before, not to worry." As for sleeping enough, hah, she would not be falling for that one. Not at all. "Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome is the likely culprit of your poor sleep. You should know this and seek to correct it while you can." 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The pressure behind his eyes only intensified as both St. Mungo's Healers converged on him. No...he was NOT done with his current workload...What...were they doing? Anthony tried to speak but Nutter #1 had stuck something into his arm...What....the hell? "What....was that?" STARE. The woman would answer him or she was going to get her face he-hexed....off... The Department Head drooped quite suddenly, a thick fog clouding his brain...and...his limbs instantly felt like they couldn't support his weight...What was...in that syringe...? And...with alcohol......intensified.....effects....... He tried to call to Jamie...or someone...but he was down for the count. Zzz! Zzz! Zzz! |
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Was…that how they did the Evals in that room? Why was a man lying on a stretcher? And…some of the employees had their wands out. Max need not to be a genius to know that things were getting out of hand. The architect blinked as he saw one of the healers stab Anthony’s arm. She was too fast, and stealthy, and this made Max uncomfortable. The 35 year old, immediately got his wand out, and got Jameson out of his seat. “Wand out, my friend.” He murmured to his co-department, signalling him that this PARTY is OVER. Max didn’t miss the woman with her wand out too. She should go join their mini-uprising. Max pointed his wand at the woman who struck Anthony, flicked it, and expelled the syringe from her grasp sending the evil thing towards another Mungo’s healer’s…bum. Max EYED the rest of the crazy Mungo’s Healers. “From what I know, they’re not supposed to attack their patients with syringes in that fashion.” He said to the Ministry Employee closest to him. Apparently, them crazy bunch LEFT their ETHICS in their forsaken hospital. “Jameson, I believe we have a Department Head to retrieve.” Were the OTHER Ministry Employees in this? Come on, people. It’s time to kick them out. |
Healers, Max, Jamie, ANTHONY! Anthony had sent her a patronus earlier for her to meet him in his office ten minutes ago and he wasn't there so Obviously she wen't searching for him. He was never one to miss anything he scheduled. He was a busy name and lived with a list view of his daily tasks. She knew this because she often kept track of them and made sure it was all in tip top shape for him in the morning. Boss man didn't need the extra stress of forgetting to do things with his busy schedule. Lists were good. Anthony though wasn't anywhere to be found so she began looking floor by floor, asking around and giving suspicious looks to everyone who said they hadn't seen him. Making her way to Level one she popped her head into every office and area asking around for him when she heard some commotion going on. Furrowing her brows her instincts went on high alert as her right hand quickly found her wand in its holster as she peeked into the technology room. "Everything o........................" NOTHING. WAS. OK. "The hell is going on here!?" she saw Max and Jamie first and saw Max had his wand at the ready. What was he DOING!? They we're under WATCH didn't he know this! the last thing they needed to do was attack!"Max are you insane put your wand a......way" She trailed off as she stepped in the room and closer to them and her eyes fell on no one other then Anthony then the SWARM of healers came into focus. It wasn't just the one. "What's going on here!?" She looked at Ravaora Silverkin "Why is Anthony on the floor?" looks for Jamie we're happening too. heh, Hi Jamie. |
All you healer people and especially ANTHONY Bradley wanted to see how Anthony and Jamie were dealing with things on their end. So of course on his break he made his way to the technology lounge...and arrived in total freaking chaos!!!! He just caught Athena yelling at people and then heard something about Anthony. Brad's eyes scanned for the DH...who was lying on the ground passed out. He kicked into total over protective mode and ran over to the man's side, kneeling on the ground beside him. "Anthony?!" The man appeared to be sleeping or like he'd been given some sort of sedative. "What on earth did you do to him?!" Yes those stupid Mungo's healers were getting glares and very angry shouts from Brad. No one messed with his friends or anyone in this building for that matter. And so help them if they tried to touch him... |
SPOILER!!: Ravora Silverkin Uncontrolled muscle movement??! No. She was just trying to show off her FABULOUS heels in better light. Maybe this woman was the one who was diseased. Diseased with an infected FASHION SENSE. Hmph. Tiffany angrily furrowed her brows together and moved her foot back next to the other one. "I can control my muscle movement!" She had full control. There was no uncontrolled movement anywhere Mrs. Healer lady. If she even was a healer. Still hadn't answered the question by the way. If she was qualified or not. Tiffany noticed. MHM. "See? Controlled." And at that she waved her hands in front of her face. So controlled. Everything is under control. Especially this glamorous outfit, but the woman seemed to forget about that too. Totally unqualified. UUUUHHUUUM Crazy unqualified non-fashion admiring, psycho healer say what? Death? Uh no. She was too young to die. Too BEAUTIFUL. Death didn't just happen and she definitely did not have a disease because she didn't do disease. "Uh yeah I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going to die. Death isn't really my thing," And she was most certainly going to ignore the bit about the seminar because this lady was obviously delusional and anyone who didn't appreciate her fashion sense was clearly blinded by something (ahem, not including her sparkly shoes). "Does Mr. Kettleburn know about your--" at this she gave the lady a one-two-stare, "practices?" Because little did this person know, but she and the minister of magic were pretty tight. MHM. She was one of his advisors of course. And okay so maybe she had only met him at the welcoming party, BUT they totally hit it off. Yeah. And he wouldn't be too happy to know that this healer was unqualified. She even confirmed it herself. Well, she hadn't really denied it |
SPOILER!!: ANTHONY! ;;__;; Was that? It was? A smiled grew on Jamie's face but after a few seconds his disappeared. What were they doing to him? Why were they doing it? Jameson's jaw dropped. Not his favorite department head. Well he was his only department head but he was still his favorite and if Brad took Anthony's job at some point way in the future like fifty years from now Anthony would still be Jamie's favorite important person at the Ministry. SPOILER!!: PERSON JAMIE DOESN'T REALLY KNOW THAT WELL BUT WILL GROW TO LOVE XD HANDS? WHAT? WHY? HE WAS NEXT? DON'T KILL ME PLEEEEEAAAAASE! SPOILER!!: ATHENA Just as Jamie started to scan the room he saw her! He saw his favorite blonde girl and he was perfectly okay and beautiful as always. "Athena." Jameson sighed in relief. Athena was okay. She was okay. Jamie walked over to her and cupped her face with his hands and gave her a passionate kiss. Jamie didn't care if he would get in trouble for kissing her, he was just so happy that Athena was here with him and that she was safe. After he pulled away from the kiss he gave her a tight hug. She wasn't going anywhere on his watch. "These Mungo's healers are bat poop crazy." He pointed out. If Jamie was able to he would switch spots with Anthony in a heartbeat. SPOILER!!: BESTEST BRO These people were insane. Jamie saw Brad make it over to them. He seemed just as worried. Jamie walked over to Brad who was at Anthony's side. "Healers are suppose to help people not harm people." He said loudly so people that were there with them to hear. That was rule number one about being a healer. Healers are suppose to people nice, caring people. All the healers at the Ministry were nice, caring people but these Mungo's healers were cold and heartless. They clearly didn't care about the well being of people. They should be stripped from their jobs as healers. |
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SPOILER!!: Jameson, Athena, and Bradley XD At this point, Max couldn’t tell which group was CRAZIER. His Department, or the Mungo’s Healer. Why was Jameson KISSING Athena? Why NOW? Were they AWARE that CRESSWELL’s on the floor unconscious??! It was a good thing that Bradley came and was now beside Anthony, but Max really got distracted with the lip-locking that’s happening. Max dropped his wand arm carelessy on his side as he deadpanned on the two. “Seriously?” One, he needs to emerge from his hole so he’d know who’s dating who…or in their case, who’s kissing who. Two, now is not the time! They were adults…and not some sort of hormone-enraged teenagers. Unless…the two of them had no boyfriend or girlfriend since birth, then that was definitely another story. “Athena.” Max returned the greeting, then focused himself on Anthony and Bradley. Donovan looks calm, so that could only mean that Anthony’s still breathing. “We should get him out of here.” He said to Bradley, his eyes still on the crazy Mungo’s Healers. Max still had his wand out, ready to levitate their bossman out of the crazy room. |
SPOILER!!: Gabi About five minutes? So then..."That's aaaaagggeeesss ago!!!" Ravaora almost wailed in distress. Truly this was a distressing time with all the sick people she'd encountered since the start of the day. "You must must MUST come with me at once, you've got uncontrolled muscle movement and I daresay it could start getting worse before getting better." Surely it was obvious just how dangerous this all was. NO TIME TO WAIT!! The Healer latched on to the woman's hand and gave a firm tug in the direction of the examination room. This one needed immediate checking out. Clearly there was some illness wracking her frail and defenseless body and Ravaora was the only one who could solve then heal it. Yet another soul she would not allow to die. SPOILER!!: Jasmine The Healer smiled broadly at her. Such a cooperative peach. This one had a thirst for life and was willing to help herself anyway she could. It was a beautiful sight. "These right here." She said, removing three vials form the table. "Twice a day, 12 hours a part after a meal and don't go skipping. You won't need more than a few drops in your drink then in 6 months you should be perfectly normal." Ravaora's smiled turned into a grin. "Why knitting of course! I've always thought it was the perfect way to soothe the soul. I trust you'll be there." It would, afterall, be for her own good. SPOILER!!: MER-LIN the DRAMATIC Healer crew Ahh, just look at how peaceful Mister Cresswell had gotten after his little shot. Proud moment for Ravaora. It did her heart good to see people allowing themselves to relax. Poor man was obviously suffering O.O.P.S and needed this well earned nap. .. .... But then they all showed up making a big fuss of things and the man that was clearly in good hands now. Blink blink. Oh deeeaaarrr. "Now now, you'll wake him up if you continue so loudly." She reprimanded with an annoyed click of her tongue. Didn't they know ANYTHING about patient care? It was self explained; they worked here, they couldn't have known better. Ravaora gave a disappointed shake of her head. "You lot have a deal more to learn. If you are here to collect Mister Cresswell this noise isn't necessary. Simply support his weight appropriately and have him levitated out." It wasn't that serious. Come ON people her four year olds knew this stuff. "Kindly do so in an organised fashion and know I am disappointed in you all." SUCH unprofessionalism. Hmph! SPOILER!!: Sleeping beauty Awwwwwww just LOOK at how happy she'd made him!!! IT WAS THE HEALING PROCESS AT WORK!! Oh? And he woke up! Eeep! Yaaaay!! Thank Merlin! For a moment she'd been worried she'd given him the other vial. That would have been a disaster in itself but nothing to worry about because he was waking up and she might have wiggled a bit in excitement. Once again Ravaora Silverkin proved herself NOT a failure. Oh happy day!! "Hello there sleepy head." That tranquil look he had on, it was evidence enough he was on the road to healing. "Feeling better after the little spout you forced yourself into outside? Hmmm? Ready to behave and take the yummy potions so I don't have to stick you again?" Seriously....could she...keep him? Like...forever? No one would have to notice him never returning to work....:mellow: SPOILER!!: Tiffany Ravaora's eyes popped wide. Flailing arms infront of the woman's face, she was terrified the woman might hurt herself. "Spastic movements." She corrected sternly. Those were not controlled, they were another evil entirely, one the healer wouldn't chance. NO ONE WOULD HURT THEMSELVES WHILE SHE WAS HERE!! With that resolve, in one swift motion, she reached forward and jabbed the woman with a syringe of yellow liquid. "You'll feel better in a moment, I promise." Ravaora informed as she recapped it. "And that is the spirit! Say no to death! You don't have to go with him because I'm here." The spunk on this woman would be what allowed her to live. Evidently. If she was this dedicated to life then saving her wouldn't be that difficult. Ah and talk of Mister Kettleburn. "He is, yes, we were fortunate enough to have a meeting with the man a little earlier today." Speaking of the man, was he not meant to show up for the examinations as well? Hmmmm, she would have to get Wandastian to to look into that before they left. No telling what he was plagued with. SPOILER!!: Simon She was glad he asked, truly. Knowing ones symptoms helped you treat them more effectively. "Rambling, excessive talk or chatter and you, my Love, have it." ALL those tangents he went off on when all she asked for was a joke. If he didn't know a good joke saying as much would have been enough but he was clearly a rambler and couldn't help himself. "It's a stress related illness, you see, so you'll of course be required to attend the seminar being hosted." And he would love knitting so much afterwards that he'd make it a hobby. She could see it now. And there he went again mumbling little things to himself. Sigh. This one would need a lot of help. Ravaora walked to the door and held it open for him. "It's all for your own good, I trust you understand this." |
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