08-06-2014, 01:26 AM
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| Abraxan
Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8)
Posts: 25,070
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Jasper Hart
First Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Olympia Stanton
Magical Creatures
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin 
Such. Short. Sentences.
Ravaora walked right up to this one, giving her a once over. Short sentences could only mean 10 things and one by one she would figure out what! Could be anything from too much sugar to a brain degenerating disease that was slowly ruining speech function. Tut tut, the woman might find it a little harder to fulfil her tasks if she could hardly give directions. "Emily Browne, yes? Department Head? Those have priority, step right this way Ma'am." Toward the room where your fate would be sealed.
She had caught her looking around earlier as well. Possibly feeling trapped, like the walls were closing in--or a fear of people, yes! It made sense! The short sentences too in an effort to be done with it. This woman had been scarred. It was heart breakingly tragic at the very least and the healer took the woman's hands in hers. "We will help you get through this. I promise you we're the best at what we do. You will be a new woman." Now chop chop the reformation needed to begin and it couldn't without a diagnosis!
And look at that, people knew who she was... and seemed to care. "Correct," she replied simply, following the short haired woman. With red red red lips. Red lips were unfathomably annoying, but it wasn't her place to say anything, so she would ignore it, her distaste masked in an expression of boredom. "Will this take long? I have a department to run," she mused as she stepped into the room she was escorted to. Go figure, while she visited level one frequently, the technology lab and this area in general, remained a mystery to her.
It was only as the woman took her hands in hers that Emily suddenly realised what she had done. She had willingly - more or less - subjected herself to an evaluation of her health, conducted by a nutjob. Excellent work Browne, you sure know how to find them. "I assure you I don't need your help, no renewal necessary." She pulled her hands out of the woman's grasp, all touchy feely as she was. Disgusting. Just... get this over with. Stick her with whatever, and she'd jump through their obstacles, play mind games too if it came to that, but for Circe's sake, get on with it. "Do you need me to sit?" Stand? What?
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