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[thleepy]

Date & Time: 03/04 day, following this thread
Location: The clinic
Characters: Nikolai Nazarov (thleepy), Martin Septim (septim)
Summary: Nikolai goes to see Martin for help.
Warnings: None

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Nikolai sneaks the clinic very carefully, trying to go completely unnoticed. He looks around in confusion. Now that he's here, he's not sure what to do -- who are the healers? Who is he supposed to talk to?

Maybe he shouldn't talk to anyone. Nikolai is wary of approaching other people at this point in time. He's afraid that the new programs aren't nice people and that they'll do something bad. He hasn't a clue what the other two things in his head are doing, but every time he loses control, he wakes up to black gunk on his face or bruised knuckles. Both of which are upsetting him.

And the mark on his forehead is bleeding like mad.

Nikolai sticks near the wall, wipes blood off his forehead onto his sleeve, and looks around miserably for someone who might be able to help him.

Comments

[thleepy]

Nikolai immediately sits down, and nods. But as soon as the light shows up he doesn't need to be told twice to follow. Sheer fascination is enough. The lights of his own eyes flicker as they sweep along, acting as the most noticeable indication that he is indeed tracking; Nik's eyes are white-blank, without visible irises.

Somewhat sheepishly, he asks, "Can I touch it?"

[septim]

Martin isn't as surprised about irises-less eyes as he should be—his own world has sentient cats and lizard races, so he's used to seeing features that are not all that human.

"Yes, you might touch it," he says warmly, smiling softly. It's just a mote of light, won't burn or sting to the touch. This boy is following the light perfectly fine, so that rules out a slew of problems, but doesn't give him the answer he needs. "Tell me why you're seeking a healer." It's a firm request, but not overbearing.

[thleepy]

Nik immediately goes for the light with both hands, leaning forwards to the point of toppling off the table. His fingers go right through and he blinks, then makes another grasp for it.

But regardless of all attempts made to catch the magelight, Nik still manages to answer Martin's question immediately.

"Because there's... new people inside of my head," Nik says. Yes. That was why he was here. The concerned, unhappy look comes back to his face. He stops chasing the light to look at Martin. "Someone told me to come here for help...."

A bit of godmodding, please feel free to tell me if it's not okay and I can rewrite

[septim]

"New people...inside your head," Martin repeats, committing the complaints to memory. "The person you spoke with was me." Oh, so this was the boy from the network post. A regular physical wouldn't reveal much, then. Still, procedure must be followed.

Martin delivers as series of tests, all which are passed flawlessly. So, what's he dealing with is out of his area of expertise, but acquiring more information for Dr. Watson isn't a bad idea. "Tell me," he says, removing the gloves and washing his hands once more, "Do these 'new people' manifest themselves at all?"

naw, you're good =u=b

[thleepy]

Nik brightens up. He is in familiar company! Well, somewhat familiar. Network communication counts.

He cooperates with all of the tests and sits back down again when done, swinging his feet back and forth off the table. The swinging stops when Martin's question arrives.

"Yes," Nikolai says, hesitantly. "They take over. I don't know how. And I can't stop them, not yet, because I can't sense them. They could take over whenever."

And because he feels that Martin definitely deserves a warning, he adds, "I think... one of them is really mean... you need to be careful if he shows up, mister!"