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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:18 pm
Olivander was leaving his new job fairly late tonight. Getting used to the hustle and bustle of the hospital was certainly an undertaking, though he did enjoy his new work there as Dr. Wellington's assistant. With a soft sigh, he pushed his hair back off his face, running his glove-covered fingers through it tiredly. While the nurses were all nice, and they thought of him as rather charming, they certainly had him running his paces to help the hospital out. He'd have to remember to pick up the girls flowers tomorrow to stay in their good graces since he knew he was a bit slower than they were accustomed to still.
Taking out his phone, he sideswiped the screen until he could open the internet, reading today's daily headlines, sliding his reading glasses out of his pocket and onto the bridge of his nose, lost to the world for a few minutes on that faintly glowing screen.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:19 pm
After Wolframite's little attack on the DMC, and returning home injured, Bismuthite was woefully faced with the fact that the Negaverse was in need of some more trained medical err 'staff,' so to speak. Someone to help treat the injured or sick, either free, or at a discount. After all, didn't every good army have their own medical team? Why then, shouldn't the Negaverse? Currently Bismuthite was only aware of one trained EMT among their ranks. Pitiful.
Thus, the reason why Bismuthite was scouting the hospital, gauging the doctors, nurses, and interns that he saw come and go. Of course, it would be too easy to find one with grand ambitions, but disgruntled by work, and feeling held back.... No, because then his silver tongue could easily lure them to the dark side...
Sigh....
It had been many hours, and he was growing impatient. That was when one Olivander exited the building. There was no one around. Perfect. Bismuthite dropped down to the ground behind him, and purred;
"Good sir, your skills are.....completely wasted here." Those last three words lost their sweet and charming tone and turned totally serious. Sly, rose-pink eyes stared at the doctor, as he circled him casually.
"You see, I am part of an organization that, if you so choose to serve, could make much better use of you. You would be considered much more than just a member of some hospital staff - and doing much more good for the fate of the Earth than this hum-drum life could ever offer you. You could do something, be something, great for this world. "
Bismuthite stopped in front of him.
"What do you say?"
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