Dr. Alan J. Hill (
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Walk A Mile: Epilogue (Nexus LOL Conclusion)
While these meetings would perhaps suggest the formality of his desk, Dr. Hill instead is strolling through the Nexus, smiling as he watches the snowflakes drift down from the sky. A take-away cup is held in both his hands, the drink gently steaming.
He seems content to just wander for a time, more interested in his coffee and the falling snow than addressing anyone just yet. The psychoanalyst seems perfectly unaware how bizarre his previous appearance ended up being, or that his prolonged absence since then was also sorely noted. Unaware or uncaring.
Finally, after one last sip of coffee, he simply asks, tone light and conversational: "Well? What did we learn?"
((The conclusion post for the bodyswap event! Get yer details here before tagging in! Also, feel free to tag in if your character just wants to talk to/yell at the doctor in general. And don't hesitate to comment on the OOC post or send me a PM if you have any concerns or questions!))
He seems content to just wander for a time, more interested in his coffee and the falling snow than addressing anyone just yet. The psychoanalyst seems perfectly unaware how bizarre his previous appearance ended up being, or that his prolonged absence since then was also sorely noted. Unaware or uncaring.
Finally, after one last sip of coffee, he simply asks, tone light and conversational: "Well? What did we learn?"
((The conclusion post for the bodyswap event! Get yer details here before tagging in! Also, feel free to tag in if your character just wants to talk to/yell at the doctor in general. And don't hesitate to comment on the OOC post or send me a PM if you have any concerns or questions!))
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"Had I the choice, I would have left it that way." Her eyes narrow as she considers him closely. "You hurt a lot of people with that 'experiment' of yours. They may have learned things about each other and about themselves in the process, but you had no right to do such a thing." No, she has no intention of going easy on him.
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"Experiment, Ms. Ronsam? I prefer to call it an exercise. And sometimes these things have been be sprung on a patient. Keeping it immersive. Spontaneous. And near as I can tell, no lasting or physical harm came to any of the participants. Have you seen otherwise?"
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"There is no excuse for causing such pain to those who did not ask to be a part of this." Her temper is there, but still checked, given the way her fingers curl and uncurl into a fist.
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Just what does she plan to do from so far away, hm?
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"Have you come to play judge, jury and executioner, then, Ms. Ronsam? Speaking of warped morality."
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In less than a second, she pulls her slingshot from her belt, retrieves a rock from a pouch, and has the weapon pulled up next to her face, ready to strike. With a second breath she aims at the doctor's right cheek and releases the rock. The shot isn't meant to kill him, or even stun him. It's supposed to hurt his ego a hell of a lot more than the actual violence. Because, really... how the fuck has she killed people with this weapon before?
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In the time it takes for Amelia to draw back the sling and release the shot, there's a muted flash of anemic blue light that leaves a ringing in the ears. And somewhere behind that onset of tinnitus, there's something else. Something like whispering; slithering, hissing, murmuring noises with no clear words or meaning aside from a profound sense of unease.
The ringing will not have even faded properly before the doctor's voice chimes in, now standing a few feet to the left from his previous location. "Is violence your immediate reaction to things you don't like or understand, Ms. Ronsam? That usually indicates a stunted range of coping skills."
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"You act as if I care." Any other day, she would. Many hours have been put into learning to control her temper. Today, however, she doesn't. He fucked with the few friends she has here and there is no way she's letting that go. "Tell me, is your immediate reaction to anything thrown against you - both physically and metaphorically, to jump aside?" She takes a step closer, her hands curled into fists at her side again.
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And another step. How close is she going to get this time?
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"This sentiment of yours seems in juxtaposition with your objections towards me. I'm only here to teach lessons, after all, and you seem to be in the 'no pain, no gain' camp."
It's okay - it all worked out in the end! <3
Yet another step. Only a few feet left between them.
"I don't hand out lessons to anyone who doesn't deserve it."
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"And that's what you call these attempts at physical assault? Lessons? We may not be as different as you insist, I think. Except my lessons are about growth and change; yours are just about placating your own sense of helplessness and frustration."
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One. Last. Step.
Does he step back when she reaches out to grab his collar? Because now that she's close enough, that's her first order of business.
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"No, I don't suppose we are the same. You're emotionally stunted. Selfish. You're not doing this for your friends, you're doing it because you feel helpless otherwise. This isn't even about me. This is all about you, Amelia."
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"I think it's best if you stop this nonsense right now."
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"I'm just having a conversation. You're the one tossing people about and making attempts at violence. What am I doing?"
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"I think you'd do well with some introspection. Perhaps we can set up an appointment sometime? Help you get to the root of these aggression problems of yours. Your crippling fears of the unknown."
The blade closing in doesn't seem, in any way, to effect Dr. Hill's ability to speak. Even if it begins to pierce the skin.
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"I'm already seeing someone," she growls at him. "You can take your offer and shove it. When this meeting is over, I never want to see you again. I never want to hear of you doing your experiments again, either. You have hurt enough people with all of this."
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Why is he bleeding? He certainly didn't like the rock she tried to aim at him, so why is he bleeding now? Her hand finally begins shaking so much that she has to withdraw her blade. But he shouldn't think for a moment that means she's done with him. She leans close and grabs him by the collar, pulling him halfway off the ground growling at him. "What are you?"
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A trickle of blood drips down his face, followed by another. An unseen wound somewhere up by his hairline, fresh but with no clear cause.
"There is so much more to fear, Amelia, than your insecurities. The unknowable is so much worse than the unknown."
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"Stop it," her voice carries that same fire as before, but she can barely whisper. "I don't know what you're trying to do to me, but I want you to stop."
Too much. It's all too much.
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