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 Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:08 pm
"Mm."
There was a complacent feeling settled within his stomach as he pressed forward towards the pair of doors marking the entry way to the Clinic. He felt a smile tugging at the edges of his lips; a tainted, smug look intertwined with the distinct calm and readiness. He seemed matter-of-factly in action, cantering without much of a care. His thin fingers had brushed the door and opened it without a qualm, and with a swoop he had taken two long strides in - careful to shut the door behind him as if it were a customary action. Then he had brushed off the shoulders of his shirt and vest, nudging away a few loose clumps of wool that had landed upon him from his earlier activities with the flock. A Sheaperd's duties were hard work. Certainly messy.
Without much of a sound, Kyte had continued his stroll. A brief moment had been taken to observe the casual familiarity of a clinic. It was nothing out of the ordinary, and he was rather quick to discard it as modern humdrum. Thick walls, a sturdy structure and business-esque outline. Those were the things he saw, the things he discarded - but there was great curiosity behind the walls and mundane nature of the Clinic. After all, Kyte was there of his own accord. Looking about at the structure, he had only the thought of 'how is it done?', and it left a little laugh in his throat that was not sent forth. It was held behind a stony mask of a coy and knowing smile.
How was it done? Oh, the wonders of modern science and its complexities. It was more bizarre than the quirky lure of a summer breeze. Yet, deep down, Kyte wasn't particularly sure he wanted to know. He was not attending to his curiosities - and with that thought he felt his shoulders droop. His face had grown long, and the matter of dilly-daddling had suddenly become a bit of a crime. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and stopped at the counter. Once he had looked over his shoulder, a tiresome look to his face. Nervous, perhaps - but he did stand all alone. The cognitive nature of it waned away and he had turned back to the counter. Still that odd smile and serious look to his eye. He was proud - and his own excitement, though contained, was rather evident.
"Excuse me?" He said in a low voice, setting his arms on the counter of the front desk. His head had been cocked slightly to the side, almost as if he were a lost pup. He seemed to be thinking of what to say, and shortly after the quick pardon he found the slow sounds.
"... I am Kyte."
Ah. Appointment. Appointment. It had brought out that slight laugh from behind the somber mask. He had bowed his head, eyeing the desk top. He could just imagine it. It had been so long since he had. Children. How interesting it would be.
"I was to come in for an appointment?"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 12:15 pm
No small wonders or great phillosical thought though could ever perice the truely thick, bored, shell of Selma. Her eyes glanced up at the odd man and let out a snort. Crazy, new age, hippies, well whatever. So long as they had real money she had no reason to complain.
"Sit down and the doctor will see you shortly." Selma said. She might have been monotoned and short but she went to the point very clearly. She just concentrated on her computer where she played a rip, roaring game of solitare.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 2:48 pm
The blunt nature had been nothing out of the ordinary. Kyte had taken it for its value and familiarity. It was not the first time he had heard a comment uttered straight to the point. It was customary, and, in many ways, it was something which he preferred. There was little sense in idle chatter - and he had to admit that he would rather sit and wait than attempt to drum up a conversation with the office secretary - who seemed preoccupied to begin with.
"Thank you for the assistance." Kyte had addressed the directions calmly. He had given a bow of his head for gratitude, patting the counter top before slipping away to have his seat. His bare feet had tapped against the ground, the surface texture almost chilling in comparison to what the outdoors had been.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 12:04 pm
He had a bit of a wait. Selma wasn't frightened or annoyed enough by him to alert Ronchas to his precense and Ronchas, as usual, completely forgot about the appointment. Ever since a few of his nurses disapeared things had been a little hard. Well, well, he had the news out that he was hiring more people which was fine, was fine. Of course he had to be very picky. He was lucky before, very lucky, no one asked questions, he needed to make sure he continued to hire people who didn't ask questions.
Now he walked down the hallway, muttering to himself as he took down notes, almost walking right by his newest patient. He would have but...he noticed bare feet and that made the germ aware doctor to stop. He looked over at the feet and then up to the face before he remembered something.
"The appointment!" he cried out randomly, making Selma jump a bit before she sent a glare to the doctor. "Much apologies, much apologies. I just forgot, please, come with me, come with me." he urged, shifting the clipboard so the shoeless man couldn't read it and grandly showed him to his office.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 2:24 pm
The wait had hardly bothered Kyte. He had leaned over in his seat, quietly minding his own business in an equal lack of regard for Selma. Occasionally he had twiddled his thumbs or shifted - but the motion was eventually lost to a lack of interest in the task.
Naturally, he had drifted away from much of his focus - lost to his mind and a wily little tune which resounded throughout his mind as it mentally played. He made not a noise as he sat, his feet scuffling the ground almost self-consciously. He had never much liked shoes, though he recalled his introduction to them. They were little demons threatening to swallow his feet. He preferred the freedom. The lack of constraint - and had he less dignity his preference may have been widened. Yet, Kyte had dignity - and thus he did abide by the rules of the world he had adapted to. Clothing over the body - the optional exception being the cursed shoes. It was not the cleanest choice, and he would admit he felt guilty for the bit of dirt he trekked - but he largely ignored it beyond the occasional wince at the sight of the dust on the bottom half of his feet.
In the midst of his song-like thoughts, a shout had pierced him. "Huh?" As Selma had, Kyte had jumped, his hands fumbling as he looked up quickly due to the surprise. With a quiet 'mm' he had straightened, regaining his composure and focus.
Yet, the words had caught him equally off guard. He said little of the matter of forgetfulness - though a story rang in his mind of the squirrel who forgot to store food for the winter. The love of folk-lore virtues.
"That is alright, sir. No trouble at all; I hadn't noticed really." Kyte had spoken calmly - his tanned face darkening somewhat from the embarrassment of having been startled. He had bitten his lip softly before standing up - straightening his back as he so would.
Before he could think to say more, he had been urged along to the office. He hadn't seemed to notice the clip board, which may have been for the better - both for Ronchas and Kyte himself. Yet, perhaps the reason he had not noticed it was because of something far more quirk-raising. Had the man repeated himself twice? Kyte had quizzically watched a moment before deciding it coincidental.
He had quirked his head somewhat as they entered the office, his hand touching the door's entry way as he gave a pause to blink and recapture himself - where he was. He'd nearly lost himself during the wait. But, such a lovely song he'd heard - oh, indeed.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 12:49 pm
Ronchas looked over him. He hadn't done a single male in a long long time, but that's fine, that's fine. He was glad to be a help to anyone, but at least the fact that he didn't have a shot on him wouldn't be a problem. He'd need to get a cup for latter though. Ronchas had no embaressment for what he'd need from this patient but first, paperwork.
"Well I have some paperwork for you, some paperwork." Ronchas admited as he pulled out the paperwork from an unmarked folder and handed it to the barefoot man. He glanced at the bare feet again but decided to brush it off. No shots meant he cared less about germs.
"So what makes you come here, come here? And feel free to ask my any questions that you have." Ronchas said with a big grin. More children, more children!
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 7:44 pm
Kyte's hand had fallen from the door's entry. Limply, it had rested at his side a moment; his eyes had skittered, doing as they would, until eventually snapping to focus. Paperwork, paperwork. He should have suspected. Never the master of forms and office matters, Kyte had to admit there was a gnawing feeling within his stomach. It did little for his outward appearance, and he only gave a stern nod, as if it were matter-of-fact.
Again, the double-recitals had captured him. As he had stepped inside, he had given Ronchas a quizzical expression. His fingers had curled about the paperwork as he looked down, thinking briefly as he went over the categories and subjects necessary to be fulfilled.
So what makes you come here, come here?.
Kyte's shoulders had stiffened. His firm features had seemed to loosen as he grew long, almost as if he had been dragged far back into another world. Certainly, the matter must have been unpleasant, for he had shaken his head quickly. His throat had been cleared afterwards.
"For the same reason the solitary bird seeks a nest." Kyte had shrugged his shoulders somewhat. A slight smile had crossed his face at the thought, however. Yes, there was reason to that. He was, of his kind, alone on the Ga'lee land, and the sense of longing was certainly far too great. Familiarity. It was merely familiarity of species, of noise, of herd-ship, which drove him. Instinct, one might have said, to replace what was no more. Even greater than that, the value of continuation and children was, indeed, something provident. Family was a vitality. He had none.
"Family." He had bluntly ended with a hum, blinking when he had looked down at the paperwork. "Have you a pen, sir?"
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 12:47 pm
Ronchas was already offering the pen when he asked. He smiled, nodding a few times. This was one of the rare time that he had to ask questions. The main one was what would the man like. Ronchas glanced over him and wondered if he'd want an DNA donation or not.
"So are you a single male? Single male?" Ronchas asked, tilting his head to the side. It made a big difference. A partner, even a male one, would decide if they need another DNA donner or not. Or if he'd want a donner from someone else.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:23 pm
"Thank you." Kyte had smiled softly. The pen had twirled in his bony fingers as he pressed it to the paper. Quietly, he had began to scribble down what little information seemed necessary. Blunt, yet eloquently so. He took his time, grimacing now and again over the whole prospect of filling in blanks.
A moment had been taken to glance up when he had heard yet another question. Hardly difficult, but Kyte could only quirk a brow and laugh lightly. "I suppose you might say I am." He had shaken his head to himself. "I have no partners of that nature."
He had eyed the paperwork again, feeling a bit antsy as he took up the pen again. "It's not as easy as it looks, I believe." He had scribbled. Scribbled, and scribble the information as he could.
"How is it done?" The words had escaped him as a form of surprise. Kyte had cocked his head slightly, staring out at Ronchas in his somber curiosity. Indeed. How was it done. "Here. I mean."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 12:12 pm
Ronchas smiled a bit as he turned to open a canet and pulled out just what he needed. A little cup. He set it next to the man with a big grin. It would seem to most that grin would be out of pervison, but honestly it was pure joy. More twins, more babies!
"As a single parent it be easy. You just...fill, the cup with your DNA sample, DNA ample. I will take it to my lab and manipulate it until it's able to create your children. Then I shall inject it into my specially made empty 'egg' for fertilization. Then I shall carefully monitor your children's growth in my lab, in my lab. You will recive a call when they're ready to be born, to be born." Ronchas explained easily.
"I will, of course, of course, leave you alone while you gather your sample."
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:59 pm
Kyte had held the sheets up when finished marking in his information. The quizzical look to his face had remained in regards to his own inquisition. Indeed, he had betrayed himself in the act of asking how it was done - but there was a peculiarity to it, and Kyte had to admit curiosity often did get the better of him. It was a terrible curse, but he supposed it could also prove a blessing at times.
He had hummed at the thought, quirking a brow before glancing away. His features had stood rigid and firm, the papers, however, loosely contained by his fingers. He scarcely seemed phased by the ideology of filling a cup with a DNA sample. Perhaps he didn't understand it, or perhaps he was simply dedicated enough that a call for sheepishness or embarrassment failed to phase him. Kyte had only turned his hair again, that almost knowing smile on his face.
"I suppose the DNA sample would be self explanatory?"
He would not deny he found the idea unsavory - but whatever needed to be done, he would do it. Poei wouldn't be thrilled if he were to return without fulfilling his conscious' whim. A man who longs for something is simply a troubled soul. He could recall there being a lecture, yet it was lost as Kyte rolled his shoulders and straightened his back.
"There are no risks involved with this process, correct?"
The hair on his neck had bristled at the inevitability of sample gathering. My, oh my. Steady as he could be, it was difficult to hide the blush to his face. "Yes, yes; I would much prefer that."
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:32 pm
Ronchas, being the shameless man that he was, merely smiled at his blush. He had no problems with anything that was required to make children. For many people they think that ended at sex but it didn't. He was already doing many things differently and didn't care about any of it. Ronchas wanted what he wanted, and would do what it took to get it.
"Yes it would, yes it would and no risks at all." he promised quickly. "Everything is safe and friendly at Ronchas's Clinic." he said with a bright, erriely happy smile. He was just over joyed with the idea of new kids. He took Kyte's paper work, giving it a small glance but paused at the species question. He blinked and glanced to the man.
Cloud whale? Interesting, interesting. This will be even more fun than he thought. This man wasn't just human, he was...special.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:56 pm
A relative ease had washed over him at the reassurance. No risk. That's all he needed to hear to feel remotely more comfortable with the nature of the process. A specially made egg, a laboratory. He could handle such thoughts if and only if there were no circumstances in which he had reason to fear for those things which he desired.
He had given a nod of his head to the promise and statement, as if conceding that he were happy to understand that and trusted the probability of security. For such a weird man, he seemed dedicated - and a man dedicated to his work was certainly a trustworthy one.
Lightly, he had ruffled his white hair. His eyes had fleeted to the door, then had landed upon the cup without a qualm. He regarded nothing of what had been said on his form, finding the honesty more reassuring (in truth, he was more fearful of the relative form infants of his origin would take - a cloud whale's child was ... A cloud whale's child, and Kyte was uncertain how they would appear at all. As whales? As humans? He knew so little of reproduction. Young, wily in his whale years. He knew nothing of birth). As if mindful of that fact, Kyte had nearly grimaced. He certainly hoped no matter of form became a crisis. Yet, that was a question which he could not ask - and it was one he was uncertain the man could answer for him.
"That's a reassuring thought; risks are never satisfactory with delicacy involved." He had cleared his throat as looked towards the office door. "There is a bathroom nearby, correct? Or something like it for the cup?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 7:31 pm
Ronchas shook his head and gave a warm smile again as he put away the paper work and gathered what he'd need. He gave him the cup and was already heading to the door.
"Oh no, no, stay here. I mean we do have one of course, of course but stay here." he inisited. "I need to go prepare the lab anyway, anyway. Unlock the door when you're done." Ronchas snickered and locked the door on his way out so no one could bother the....cloud whale.
Oh what joy!
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:35 pm
Kyte had held the cup loosely; his fingers had curled about it as his head bowed to eye it, almost suspiciously. The peculiarity of the matter was almost absurd - or, rather, he was somewhat anxious over the seeming vulgarity of the process within an office quarters. Sexual actions were scarcely a portion of his daily regard - and thus it was only natural for his hesitation over the circumstance.
However, he eventually gave a sigh and a bit of a smile - choosing to regard the matter as a dignitary action if anything of the sort. There was a relative purpose, and if he wanted what he wanted he ought to do what was necessary. No one would have disagreed.
He had given the doctor a nod of his head - and before he could utter a word the unorthodox man had vanished from his presence to leave him alone.
For the love of the Ha'lawera..., he had stared at the cup again. Sternly, curiously - and after mustering the courage and general duty, he took to it as if he had never doubted the process of (ahem) filling the cup with his sample.
Finished and relatively beaming, Kyte had held the cup in an orderly fashion before setting about to regain his composure. He had straightened himself, had inhaled a sharp breath - and had unlocked the door as so directed before proceeding to disregard the cup and its contents any further than would be necessary to prevent it from spilling or dropping.
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