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 Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 6:47 pm
Doctor Patient Confidentiality
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This is a Private RP between:
Ebony Shade & Wit Fluteriousllae.
Where: Office in Durem.
When: Afternoon.
Weather: Light Rain Showers.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:08 pm
Unpainted, yet well manicured nails drummed lightly on the steering wheel of the light purple possum as the matching violet haired driver sat there debating. She wasn't moving, nor was she stuck in traffic. Nope Ebony was perfectly fine parked in a lot just outside a Durem office. The only problem she had was her inability to make herself get out of the car and actually walk into the building. If she didn't go soon, the Brit would miss her appointment which was very unlike Ebony.
As she watched the digital clock on the dashboard change to another number, the woman sighed and finally dragged herself unwillingly out of the car. She couldn't postpone this forever, although she would have loved to never actually do it, but experience told the thief she knew when she was up against a wall with no where else to run. The only option was to face this thing head on, yet this time she required help. Psychiatric help unfortunately. At least the rain had stopped momentarily as she made her way across the wet lot, careful to avoid puddles while also trying to be on time.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:47 pm
The aforementioned office was run by one Wit Fluteriousllae...Doctor of Psychology, by some miracle of education. Though currently in a far more drab version of his usual attire, nice khaki pants and a shirt and sweater-vest that seemed to reckon back to the friendly TV persona of Mister Rogers...were it not for the rather handsome, youthful face framed with neatly styled blond locks, which today were swept back from his face somewhat in a less hippy style, as Dweian had so mockingly dubbed it during one of his particularly frustrated rants. It was quite likely that if Dweian did not intervene on his employer's behalf, Wit would come waltzing from the house looking for all the world as if he'd stepped Through the Looking Glass...or at least through a couple of decades or so.
He took only those who interested him, as he had far too much of most things...namely money and time, and those who knew him had often wondered why he had pursued this degree at all, barring the fact that he could pay for it, and that studies appeared to be no great obstacle to the eccentric halfbreed. That, and some part of him rather detested living off of his father's money. He'd always liked to prove that he could make his own way in the world...a matter of pride.
When one entered the office, there was a typical receptionist's desk and waiting area...a large aquarium took up one wall of the room and was filled with all manner of tropical fish, but there were enough potted plants, mismatched chairs and startling odds and ends to make the room feel less sterile, and more like someone actually lived here, and this was the place where they kept their baubles. Also, in addition to the oddities within the room itself, there was a lack of any staff whatsoever. Wit manned the desk on his own, scribbling thoughtfully in a notepad, elbows propped up atop the polished wood of the desktop...at least until he heard the door, at which point, the writing was set aside, and he smiled brightly in greeting, waiting for his client to approach the desk.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:21 pm
She looked a woman on her way to being executed as she grew closer to the reception door. It was far too soon for her to be standing right outside of it, the wood polished door mocking her as she stood there gnawing a finger instead of her lip this time. Ebony shifted from side to side in a fit of unusual nerves. One would think nothing could really phase that strong headed woman, but it was really hard for her to admit when she needed help. Especially this kind of help. How much would she have to tell the doctor for him to help? She'd give what she could, but anything more than necessary wasn't up for debate. Like precise details about her work.
A tired and defeated sounding sigh left her lips as she finally mustered the strength to open the door and walk in. Steel gray eyes swept slow across the room, taking in everything and everyone there. Not exactly what she'd imagined, but she supposed it was less threatening than her mental pictures. For some reason she had associated the doctor's office with devices one would find in a dungeon for torturing.
"E-ello." Ebony muttered quietly towards the blonde behind the desk. "I'm Ebony Shade. I have an appointment with Doctor...um..." What was his name again? It was something long and strange like. Damn it wasn't like her not to memorize these things! Quickly the lavender haired female rummaged through her pockets for the scrap of paper she wrote everything on. Pulling it out, "Uh, Doctor Fluteriousllae?" Dear lord that was certainly a mouth full.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 11:16 pm
Green, feline eyes lit up then, and he smiled pleasantly at the woman, noting her striking coloring with some small amount of pleasure. Well then, here seemed to be someone who had a taste for the exotic. "Thou art just in time! A pleasure to be meeting thee, Ms. Shade, but please...Doctor Fluteriousllae is to be being far too formal." His expression then changed, resembling more the cheshire grin that always seemed at home upon his features, "This one is called Wit." There was an offering of a clipboard made towards her, "Just to be signing, for official record keepingses, so that years from now this one will know that thee was here."
Rising from his chair, he then came around the desk, abandoning his temporary task as receptionist. It was always interesting, meeting new clients, to see if they took him seriously or not, someone who not only worked his own desk but had the oddest of speech patterns. It was certainly not what one would expect from a fellow with such a degree. Offering his hand to her, he gave a slight bow from the waist, polite as always in his own, eccentric way. The consultations did not, of course, take place in this room, but the one adjacent...and he could just hope that this woman would not be totally off-put by him, there were, after all, some clients who had canceled their consultation, though, due to Wit's very strange method of choosing his patients, such a case was rare.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 11:54 pm
The woman had to take a moment to stare at him blankly while her mind mulled over what it was he'd just said to her. Thou? Keepingses? What strange manner of speech indeed. Perhaps she should of turned around and walked right out the door then, but...when would she accomplish getting the nerve to find help again? And certainly none would see her so quickly as this one had. Besides, one shouldn't judge a person by their appearance or even their choice of grammar as this was more the case then. She also argued that people that dealt with the mind and all its ambiguity were prone to having their own bits of quirkiness given their profession.
Biting her bottom lip, Ebony shook the man's offered hand quick before signing the clipboard. "Pleasure to meet you Doc-...Wit. Um...I'm sorry I've never done this before so please bare with me." The purple haired Brit smiled weakly.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:56 pm
Ah, well that reaction wasn't new. Unsurety was there, and she quite instantaneously had questioned his sanity. Well, that was a valid concern, but it didn't mean that he didn't have the capability to help others, far from it, in fact. "Not to be worried, Ms. Shade!" He assured enthusiastically, "Thee must bear with this one also, as he is, as youses might have been noticing, a little off." A slight smile at that, "This one will try to keep his quirks to a minimum just for thee, if twould be helping."
Turning then, he gestured for her to follow, "To be coming this way, pleasie~" Heading to the door that led to his private consultation room, he opened it easily, revealing with in a rather homey room, with plush carpet underfoot, couches circled about a coffee table, and in the center of the table, a vase where one energetic betta swam beneath a sprout of leafy green plant life. There was a stack of books off to one side, mostly about mythical lore, and most notably there were a few tomes on the kitsune. Wit had been reading them here, off and on, in search of inspiration as Alex had told him...he still needed name ideas for his yet to be born Raevan.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 6:32 pm
"I don't want you having to pretend on my behalf. I think it would make me more..." Ebony waved her hand about trying to grasp the word she was searching for. "Uneasy." Plain, but as close to how she was feeling or at least could vocalize right now.
Quietly the violet female followed the unorthodox psychologist into the next room. Again the feeling of being trapped flaired in her chest. Ebony had to forcefully propel herself into the room to keep herself from running now. Being mindful that she needed this. Thus she immediately took the first seat she saw. She was so tense as she sat, back straight, hands placed firmly in her lap and with one of the most stern looks plastered on her face that anyone could ever have. You'd think Wit was just about to torture her. Course in Ebony's world, probing personal questions were torture whether they were necessary or not.
Silver eyes noted the stack of books, but made no mention of them. He was a doctor after all. It wasn't uncommon for them to have so many of them littered about. Perhaps he'd been researching on another patient's condition. How bad was it that he'd have to look something up though? Would he have to look things up for her? Oh how she wished she was some where else right now, doing anything other than this.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 1:53 pm
"Not pretendingses." He corrected gently, "Simply a different way to be speaking, if thee will understand." Casually, slowly, with no rush to his movements at all, he then took a seat opposite her. Goodness, she still looked like she was being led to the slaughter. They were definitely going to have to do something about that.
Leaning forward, clasping hands in front of him, he smiled faintly, a friendly, easy-going expression. "Now...tell this one, please, what is to be being the reason youses came here, to see Wit? The one that is apparently causing thee so much discomfort?" A bit of an eyebrow raise at that. She could tell him what she felt safe telling him, he knew better to pry. Probe, yes, but not pry. This was only the first consultation, and if this went well, she would be more keen on coming in the future, though if she disliked this sort of thing so very terribly, the chance of that might be far smaller than Wit had originally surmised.
"Remember, this talk between us is to be completely confidential-like." Unless, of course, she was talking about actually killing herself, in that case, there were laws about that sort of thing, and Wit had been trained to think of no suicide threat as a inconsequential one. Lives had been saved in taking nothing for granted.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 8:41 pm
If it were possible, Ebony somehow managed to straighten herself even more when Wit leaned forward with friendly interest. Though he still seemed to carry that air of doctoral analysis that gave her the impression of being under a microscope. Was it even possible for someone to give two impressions simultaneously?
"Um..." Unclenching her hands, Ebony tried desperately to become less rigid if not relaxed. Again, the female apologized. "I'm sorry. You're not making me uncomfortable so much as the situation is. It's not easy for me to express such intimate...details about myself. Most especially to someone I've never met before."
Once the doctor assured her that the things she said here were confidential, the violet haired woman did feel more at ease and let go of the breath she'd been holding. She took another moment to inhale then exhale again. Finally she stumbled into what her purpose for being there was. "Lately...I've been having terrible nightmares. Nightmares that often end with me screaming myself awake. I'm afraid...I fear that someday I may not wake up or find that it's not a dream at all."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 10:05 pm
Wit could understand that. He himself was phenomenal at tucking away bits and pieces of his personality and past away from the world. The whole crazy front did a lot to help with that, actually, as people were often deterred from prying further...or could be misled quite easily. Wit had fun doing that, at times, his facade more calculated than most gave him credit for. "This one understands. It is to be being fairly natural, to not desire to divulge the innermost parts of oneself." A head-tilt at that, before he nodded, indicating that she should go on, acknowledging her words.
Nightmares. What a topic. Nightmares bad enough to drive a person to therapy. Oh joy! Wit himself had had some doozies in the past, though with his current mindset, they came less and less, reappearing only every so often now. A special occasion sort of bad dream, his were, usually on the nights when he was at his lowest. This, however, he discerned, was different than the situations that his nightmares called back up. "Nightmares...tell this one about them? What sortses might they be? Have youses any idea what might be causing themses?" It was careful, not seeming over-curious, even though the halfbreed was rather keen on knowing. That was the trouble, his patients always made him curious.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 1:01 pm
Yes, more so than he knew. It made her wonder what he'd say should she give him her actual occupation. No doubt he'd be on the phone to the cops the moment she stepped foot out the door, confidentiality be damned. Or perhaps he'd find a way to alert them without her knowledge and then deter her until they were able to arrive. 'Stop it.' she mentally growled to herself. Sometimes it was hard to keep her imagination from running wild with speculations.
"Well..." Where to begin? Nightmares had been a rather common occurrence in her life as far back as she could remember. But these current ones were different and much more frightening as they happened every night. Maybe she should begin with describing to him what she could remember. "I usually find myself in a very dark place. There's not much of anything there, no sounds, no people, nothing really. Then suddenly things change and for whatever reasons I'm running."
As she described her dreams, Ebony forgot about her earlier uneasiness and allowed her stiffness to melt away. Looking as if she was viewing something far away in the distance, "Next this fog creeps up on me from out of nowhere, just swirling about until it starts to look a lot like a snake. Again things change and the thing looks more human in form. Well...half a human really." She shook her head, knowing now what it was. She'd explain it later. "All of a sudden the thing's pointing an accusing finger at me and I'm crying and pleading with it although I have no idea what it wants. I look down and see my legs turning to stone. I desperately try to escape, but can't. I feel my body shutting down, feeling cold where the stone is taking over. I scream and that's when I wake up."
She toyed nervously at the cuff of her sleeve. "I think I know partially why I'm having these dreams now. I'm part of an experimental study with a Lab in Gambino. They create these half beings known as Raevans. I was assigned to catch a soul for one. I know that probably sounds a bit crazy but it is possible, I've seen it. In fact, I recently caught my soul." Hopefully he did not catch the bit of sadness in her voice when she said that last part. "It was after that, that the dreams started."
Ebony leaned back with a sigh and a bit of amazement shining in her silver eyes. She couldn't believe that she'd just shared that much with Wit just now. A complete stranger and she just spilled her guts.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 3:11 pm
At first he listened quietly, his attention wholly focused on her, body language indicating suchly. Nightmares were so often deeply personal...and though he would likely have to know more to help her with them, this was the first step, the problem itself. The why of it would come later.
Or sooner. He could be wrong. Green, feline eyes going wide, his expression quite instantaneously became excited, having to do his best to maintain a professional composure despite the delight that her words caused. Another Raevan? "Ah, so the capture of this soul, it was to be being...traumatizing? How strangeses. This one does know something about this, Ms. Shade, for Wit not too long ago caught a soul for his own Raevan. Youses and this one have both been trusted with such a duty. Wit will admit, that he tricked the creature out of its prize...for this one was to be desiring a kitsune's soul."
Curbing his tendency to babble about the things which he was most keen on, he steepled his fingers in front of him. "What sort of soul did thee catch? And what is it that thee are to be fearing? That there will to be being some hatred for thee left in that soul, mayhap? Tell this one...what happened?" Oh but his curiosity had become voracious now, the questions springing up quicker than Ebony's answers. However, souls and Raevans were something he knew about, very out of the ordinary for his clients, but especially after his talk with Rivener, he felt he could speak on the matter that likely concerned Ebony.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:05 pm
His increased enthusiasm in what she was saying wasn't missed, Ebony's own brow rising in question. Another Raevan guardian, huh? Though not her ideal meeting, perhaps this would be beneficial as Wit knew first hand what she was talking about when it came to the race of floating torsos. It would have been very frustrating having to stop and explain more than she already had if it was with someone else. They'd be more interested in hearing about them instead of her problem.
Again Ebony was at a lost of where to start, the blonde's curiosity hard to reign in once the words stating she'd caught a soul had left her tongue. She sighed and went with the latter, all encompassing question. "It was an accident. The soul I caught that is. My friend and I were out exploring the Durem Caves and we most literally stumbled into a hidden cavern filled with truck loads of treasure." You could almost see the longing in her grey eyes for the sight she'd seen that day of the gold and jewels. Such a shame that she'd not been able to collect any, too occupied with the day's other events.
"A basilisk was guarding the treasure." A shiver ran through her unwittingly at the memory. "Somehow we...I managed to kill the beast. I had the soul bottle on my person at the time and before I could do anything, it had started taking the snake's soul."
A moment passed before the lilac haired woman continued, "So yes, I suppose I am worried about the soul wanting to take revenge later if it remembers. Yet...there have been other aspects in my dreams that I don't see any correlations towards the Raevan to be. Myself as a very young child and..." Ebony almost couldn't get the words out, tears wanting to surface every time she dwelled on it. But she pushed forward while keeping her emotions under control for now. "And my father dying. What would those have to do with the Raevan?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:24 pm
Wit took in her words, seeming to calm, and in fact his expression grew more serious as she continued. As interested as he was, the more responsible part of himself had reminded him that he was currently with a client, and no matter that she was a Raevan owner, he had a duty to her, one that was to be fulfilled before sating his own personal curiosity. It wasn't very much fun, but fun was definitely what Ebony Shade was not having, and Wit needed to aid her in repairing the situation.
"Well..." Carefully, he began, plunging himself into the situation, tapping pen to his lips. "Dreams, and in especial, nightmares, are to be being an outward manifestation of bits of the human psyche. They are often to be manifesting personal fears, or...things thee has not come to terms with completely. Occasionally, dreams will combine together things that should not to be making sense, but they are to be sharing a common factor... These obviously are to be affectings thee very muchly. How do theyses usually happen. Thee told of the Raevan, but not the rest."
Flashing the woman a small smile, the blond shook his head, "Also, should not to be worrying about your Raevan and the soul. Theyses remember nothing of their past lives, from what this one is to be understandingses. And at least some are to be knowing from what soul they came, and no negative effects is it to be having. This one thinks thee should rest thine head on the subject." Wit rather thought that the Raevans were simply happy to exist, grateful even, to their caretakers for bringing them about. The halfbreed couldn't imagine any of them being angry at the method that had brought them to life. It seemed rather silly if one thought about it.
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