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After entering Natalia's apartment through the garage, Bob could almost feel the anger as if it were a tangible nimbus surrounding Natalia. At this he shuddered, and thought to himself she's PISSED. I'm going to have to see if I can do something to help allieviate this feeling, as no good can come from such raw anger.

After nodding to her statement, Bob walked up and placed a hand on Natalia's shoulder, " wait a moment....your...anger. please, let go of it, it's not going to help you cook, and if nothing else it will make you feel worse. I'd rather not have you be grumpy simply because they were busy. I mean think about it, when we are at work time seems to fly by us at hyperspeed, perhaps it is the same for them, which is what took so long for us to elict a response. Please Natalia, calm down..." As he spoke, Bob tried to present an aura of calm for Natalia to 'feed' off of, in the hopes that it would assist his words in striking thier mark.

Blinking, Bob replied, " but....I do. your my friend Natalia, and nothing is going to change that. I care about my friends, and when they are angry I try to calm them, this anger may by under control, but it is not gone. please Natalia, express your anger and let it be gone, don't let it control you by infecting your other emotions and actions. everyone gets angry, but dealing with the anger is the only way to get rid of it, and getting rid of anger makes you feel better, if nothing else."

Bob nods and replies with a smile, " then lets get that welder in your hands shall we?" it seems my concern has broken through the wall of anger...good, now is the time to help her break down this anger, and scatter the remains of it to the wind. if one can master thier anger, hatred, and negative emotions, one can keep from letting them become a controlling force. I still need to figure out where to meet with my client...should probably set that up now.

Taking out his datapad, Bob pulls up his mail and sends a reply to his first patient, stating the price and asking for a meeting time. He then looks over to Natalia, " ready to get back to work then?"

((sword!))

Bob nods, " right, almost forgot about that...."
After replying to natalia, Bob makes his way over to the kitchen and grabs some easily consumable food (like a snack bar or an apple) and takes it with him to his ship, eating it and tossing the garbage before crawling into the ship and checking the wiring.

((sounds good to me. oh....and....FEAR MY IN DEPTH POSTS!))

By the time dawn's light broke through the evening sky (then again, with couruscant....it wouldnt really do much to change the lighting) Doc Bob had halfway finished rewiring his old ship. He had fallen asleep in the middle of the night, and when he awoke he crawled out of the ship and streatched. After procuring a small breakfast, he checked his scheduel, washed up, and changed into some new clothes before heading out to meet with his client. He, of course, left a sticky note for Natalia telling her where he would be.

After about an hour long walk through the bustling 'streets', Doc arrived at the place. After being greeted by twin robotic butlers, and lead through a strange, twice built home. Bob found his client in a study room, seated near a fireplace and garbed in two pairs of pants, two shirts, two ties (which each matched one of the outfits, but not the other) and no shoes. His client wore his long gray hair in a strange mess, even his wrinkles mirrored eachother on his face, over his nose he wore a strange double pair of glasses, and was holding two cups of coffee (or whatever its called). He was sitting perched on the arms of two large chairs, one foot on each, and his entire appearance would have been comical if it weren't sad in it's disheveledness (making up words is fun xp ).
upon speaking he said, " Your the doctor yes? your the doctor yes?".

To which Bob blinked and stared for a few moments as his brain registered just how bad this guy's problem was. of course, during this time the man only grew impatient.
"I am Lord Diplexus, are you going to help or not? I am Lord Diplexus, are you going to help or not?"

Shaking himself out of his daze, Doctor Bolturan bowed and replied, " yes, I am here to help....the first thing I need you to do is set down the drinks and look me in the eyes, try to relax yourself as much as you can...and don't bother replying in words until this is over."

Following the suggestions, Lord Diplexus set down the coffee cups (spilling much of it on the carpet) on a nearby set of tables, and looked over to Doc Bob, nodding not once, but twice. After which he stared intently into Doc's eyes.

As Lord Diplexus did as he was told, Doc Bob meditated for a few moments, taking the time to relax himself before taking out his hypnodisk. wait a minute....if he does everything twice, a single hypnodisk won't help...I'll need to treat him in at least two sessions...of course, they can be one after the other, in any case, in the first I should use my hands, it would catch his attention better I would think... Setting the hypnodisk aside, Doc Bob presented his hands to Lord Diplexus, " now then, I need you to focus on my hand...follow the motions and let yourself relax..."

As Doc's hands weaved through the air making intricate motions and mirroring eachother perfectly, Lord Diplexus slowly began to relax and settle into his chairs. " you are getting sleepy....sleepy...relax, let your anxieties wash away.....away.....when I count to three you will be in a receptive state.....one....." with the word one being said, Bob snaps his fingers, and unconciously taps into the force, channeling it into his work faintly. " two..." with the second word said, the channeling becomes slightly stronger, another snap of his fingers signaling. "three..." with the third snap of his fingers, Doc Bob's tapping of the force becomes noticable to anyone in the nearby area (which is about a few kilometers from the jedi temple). As he continues to work, his movements seems to flow not from concious effort, but from an instinct buried deep within him. As he speaks next, Doc's voice becomes deep, powerful, and commanding, " you will imagine your mind as an engine. a great mechanincal construct......parts of this engine have grown weary and clogged over time....I am the engineer come to clean this engine....the gears that represent your vocalizations are being cleansed, scrubbed clean of thier woes and washed of thier need to be heard twice. Imagine your body as a droid.....a work of genius that still requires mantinence once every so often....your body has a glitch....a glitch that causes you to do things twofold. Your mechanic is here, blowing the dust away, cleaning the circuits and servo's, clearing out of motors and pistons, the many pieces in your body that are malfunctioning...."

As he continues to speak, time seems to slip by, and when Bob decides to end the session, his muscles are burning from thier constant use, his hand motions having turned into a dance. " it is time for you to awaken Lord Diplexus.....on the count of one you will awaken......" taking a deep breath, and exerting the rest of his mental influence, Doctor Bolturan says , " One" and snaps his fingers loudly. As he stands there, sweating profusely and breathing heavily, Doc Bob looks to Lord Diplexus, " well? give it a try.....send my payment after 3 days, if you don't have any symptoms in that time, then you can consider it a sucess, if you do, I'll come back...." After saying this, Bob gathers up his things and makes his way to the door. Just as Lord Diplexus speaks up, "I can speak normally then?"
Doctor Bolturan grins and turns around, just in time to see the sheer joy on Diplexus' face as he jumps out of his seat and yells, " I'm not repeating myself!" after jumping around with joy for a few minutes afterward, Diplexus turns to Doc Bob, "but why should I wait to pay you? and why are you charaging so little?"

To this, Doc Bob says, " you might have recurrence symptoms in the next few days, and more importantly why would I charge alot of money for something that someone needs? let them charge you an arm and leg for frivolities, but necessities should come cheaply...have a nice day Mr. Diplexus."

Making his way back to the apartment took a bit more than 2 hours, due to Bob's exhaustion, and the fact that little kids would poke him with sticks when he was waiting at traffic lights (you know...'hey that looks dead, let's poke it!' ). However, it was an otherwise uneventful trip, and by the the time he did arrive back the sun was setting.

As he walked through the door, Bob said, " Honey, I'm hoooome!" she might not like that joke....but its worth a shot.... After looking around for a few moments, Bob found the note from natalia, and followed it's instructions to his room...

Upon stepping through the door, Bob's mouth dropped, and his eyes twinkled. After the initial shock wore off, Bob smiled...and not just his normal, infectious smile, he smiled with his whole body, even if one were to see him from the back, they would be able to tell he was smiling.

((and now for something completely different. rofl ))

After staring for a few minutes, Bob runs over to Natalia's room and bursts through the door (regardless of it being locked or not). He laughingly runs up to her and engulfs her in a dancing bear hug. As he finnaly calms down enough to speak, he says, " thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou"