Post by The Good Doctor on May 18, 2017 3:38:12 GMT
The Good Doctor : -The previous day was interesting, to say the least. At most, he was able to get to know Sam at somewhat of a base level. He got her name, and was even able to find out little details about how she lived, and how her personality translated to direct interaction. He had invited her back the following day, since she had said she wasn't particularly good with keeping specific dates in order, so that seemed to be the most logical path to take with her. Though hopefully this time >
The Good Doctor : she didn't feel the need to rough up anyone on her way in. His assistant had been told about the appointment, which would deter any direct interaction between the two of them. She would be busy doing her own thing anyway, organizing files, taking phone calls, tracking and influencing other mutants to either call, or show up to book appointments with Virgil. He leaned back in his seat, a small device being brought to his lips so that he could draw vapor from it. His own means of>
The Good Doctor : trying to get the better of an otherwise eventually lethal means to an end for him. Just because he had regenerative properties didn't mean that he was immune to disease. Most people didn't quite understand that, which didn't quite make sense to him, as a doctor. But to each their own. He would continue waiting, spending his free time reading over articles on the internet on a tablet while awaiting for Bast, or as he knew her as Sam, to show up.-
Bast : <Bast casts the Doc's assistant an edgy glance as she strides by her, trying to find anything that would cause Sam to hesitate. There was none though, the assistant went about her job and ignored Bast's presence, a positive action in Sam's eyes. No interaction meant no threat. No threat meant she could bypass easily without getting riled up.>>
Bast : <She was slightly more comfortable in the building now, the stage had been set and the Doc seemed reasonable enough, even going out of his way to keep the doors open while she had been there the day before. Wild hair pulled back in an unkempt ponytail, Bast wore nothing out of the ordinary for a normal woman. Though she was just short of untamed,>>
Bast : <blending in with a crowd had been an important part of her life, when she needed it. Without knocking, the blonde enters Doc's office and immediately picks up the vapor scent that burned from within Doc's device, wrinkling her nose slightly. At least it wasn't cigar smoke> I be hearin' them thin's blow up in yer face, Doc...
Bast : <She comments, even though she wasn't particularly concerned for his well being>
The Good Doctor : -Finally Sam had made her appearance, and even started off with talking, which was definitely an improvement. He lifted his eyes to her, drawing another breath of the vapor into his lungs before exhaling. "I'm not too worried about that." He stated to her with a bit of a smile. Though it wasn't because of the tools exploding in faces of people being something of a misconstrued myth, but even if there was a point blank explosion in his face, his endurance would be more than>
The Good Doctor : capable of preventing himself from attaining any form of severe injury. What she would smell however wasn't anything particularly offensive to the nose. If anything, his office smelled like green apples. He would lower the device anyway, sliding it into his desk drawer after turning it off. He smiled to her. "How was your night, Sam?" He asked, waiting to see if she would take a seat. "Have you given any thought to what we had talked about, regarding the hypnotism?" He asked. He>
The Good Doctor : had explained to her just before they parted ways yesterday that he would be able to wipe specific memories from her mind if she wished, and that generally seemed to be why she was here.-
Bast : <Bast was a bit taken aback, no one had every asked how her night was. How was she supposed to respond to that? It was a night. She held it in seclusion, like normal> I did <She bypasses the perplexing pleasantry and takes the same seat she had occupied yesterday> An' I want it dun...
Bast : <Hesitation and uncertainty painted lines of concern across her features. She would be in an extremely vulnerable state, he could pull anything from her mind that he wanted. He could input anything he wished, and she'd not be able to stop him> If ye' be thinkin' it'll work...<The woman>>
Bast : <was beginning to show stronger signs of uncertainty in her decision the longer she was in the office, and her hair trigger wasn't helping. She had savaged people for attempting much less.>
The Good Doctor : -Her admittance to wanting to go through with this allowed his head to react in a gentle nod. "It's not going to be anything invasive, I assure you. I'm just going to pinpoint the portion of your memories that you don't want, and allow them to sink into your subconscious. Our minds do it all the time. Think of a specific memory you have that made you happy, or sad. How much of that memory are you able to recall in vivid detail, an hour before said memory, and an hour after? >
The Good Doctor : It's our minds way of making room for storing more memories. Some people have perfect memory, when the rest of us have minds that are only capable of storing details here and there. It's different for everyone, really." He expressed to her. Those glasses were brought out again. Ice was dropped into them followed by a pouring of scotch. He slid one to her, while he held his own, using a stirring stick to move the ice cubes around. The sounds of them gently clinking against the >
The Good Doctor : glass walls could be heard in repetition. "So, do you have specific memories you would like me to make you forget? Or is it just from a certain time until now?" He asked, his hand continuing to gently stir his drink, and that sound of ice against glass becoming strangely soothing, like listening to rain while falling asleep.-
Bast : <While normally the sound of clanking glass would drive at her ears, she was beginning to feel as though she could fall asleep to the sound. She listened to his explanations, some things going far above her head, and others, she understood. Taking the glass from the desk,>>
Bast : <she peered into it for a moment before replying> All o' him. Whate'ers in me head tha' be remembering, I be wantin' it gone. <This was no easy task, as the man she was referring to had been an extremely large part of her life for such a long time. Years of everyday interaction,>>
Bast : <turning her into the person she was today, for better or not. The influence he had on her life was the reason she survived so long, knew the things she did, could do the difficult tasks that were required for many things, and why she had lead the Black King position so successfully for so many years.>>
Bast : <He was also the point of many grievances as well, and she wanted him erased>
The Good Doctor : -He didn't need to know the finer details. He assumed from the way she talked that this person was going to be quite the integral part of her recent life, so he was sure that the more she spoke of it, the easier it would be to address the situation entirely. The sounds his glass had been making had grown smoother. She would be able to feel all kinds of soothing effects just from the sound alone. Waking up after an amazing sleep to the sound of gentle ringing church bells. >
The Good Doctor : Soft birds in the distance chirping. The light hum of a lawn mower accompanied by the smell of fresh cut grass flowing in through a window left open, so that the cool night breeze could even out the effects of a soft and warm bed. Even waking to the feeling of a warm body slumbering beside one in the middle of the night, only to be influenced back to sleep due to the sheer comfort of it. Of course, she wouldn't fall asleep, but her surroundings might feel a little surreal to >
The Good Doctor : Sam. The amount of pure comfort she would be experiencing would be overwhelming, but not in a negative way. He took a slow breath, still stirring his drink. "Speak his name for me, Sam. Tell me who you need me to erase. Tell me the first moment you met him." He spoke to her, his voice sounding as if it had the same effects as the ice against the glass.-
Bast : <Bast's form begins to relax, and before long, she was in a surreal state of mind. The office now posed absolutely no threat, the man before her was here, but not. The woman's eyes start to glaze and, while normally this would mean big trouble for those involved,>>
Bast : <it was the result of a trance-like state trying to take hold. She continued to hold the glass, only loosely now, and she gives her eyes a slow blink, heaving in a deep sigh of troubled emotion> Victor Creed <The woman responds easily and freely now, and even though there had been a spike in heart rate at the topic, it had slowed down rather quickly> I dunno the...
Bast : age. I was young an' I din' be havin' much of a mind. Too wild <She continues, feeling the rush of anxiety attempt to rise again, but unable to bypass her current state of hypnosis> He flipped a cop car, grabbed me loose. We took off.
The Good Doctor : -Virgil listened to her, and he gave a slight tilt of his head. He had heard that name before. He had even come across this person in the wilderness. It was an interesting interaction to say the last. What a small world. The more she spoke about him, at the earliest point she could remember, that was when the sounds of the glass, his voice, and the comfort she felt would become intoxicating. Like she was gently sinking into the ground. To anyone with full consciousness, this >
The Good Doctor : may induce panic, but in the state she was in, her mind would consider this to be something natural. Comforting. During the very pinnacle of her comforting state, a question would ring out through the entirety of her mind. A question that for only the slightest of seconds, might confuse her. But after that minuscule momentary sense of heightened suggestibility, the question would seem so normal. As if she had known it to be fact, regardless of the reality that it wasn't. >
The Good Doctor : "And when was the last time you had seen your imaginary friend?" He questioned her. with that question, it would become heavily suggested in her mind that this.. "Victor Creed" was nothing more than something she had thought up during her times of solitude. A mental projection of a being to keep her company when she felt her loneliest. It was then that the memories of things they have done, talked about, and everything in between would seem to slip away from her. Most adults >
The Good Doctor : had long forgotten any form of imaginary friend they have had, and it would be just like that with Sam. The seed was planted. He had been in her mind, which would enable him to use trigger phrases with her at a later point. The stirring of his glass would stop, and he took a sip from it. The sound of the glass touching lightly with the table would bring her out of her state of hypnosis. He granted a smile to her. "In all honesty, Sam. I don't believe that your preference for >
The Good Doctor : solitude has any negative effects on your behavior." He spoke, and in him doing so, she would be influenced to think that she might have zoned out for a moment during their conversation.-
Bast : <Bast slid down against the couch, her once rigid and tense form succumbing to the surreal sense of extreme relaxation. Sam never rested in front of anyone, and she had never laid herself out in front of a complete stranger. Before long, she appeared to be in different state of consciousness, Imaginary friend? She had an imaginary friend once. He was a behemoth, strong and worth following. Worth defending and worth...before she could gain enough to finish>>
Bast : <the example, it was gone, as most imaginary friends disappear. A figment of her imagination that she had forgotten about once there was no need for fabricated company in her younger years. Her younger years had been a mystery to her, she had recalled nothing before mutating, and he was now grouped with the forgotten past. As she woke, she found>>
Bast : <herself on the couch, still clutching the glass she had accepted earlier. Her position confused her slightly, but there was no alarm in it, as there would be before. Swinging her legs off the couch, she sits up and offers the Doctor a smirk> Good, cuz you ain't gon' b'lieve...
Bast : tha' most people jus' be smellin' awful. <The quip was a reflection of her heightened senses>
The Good Doctor : -Virgil gave her a soft chuckle in response to her words. He refilled his glass and returned his attention to her, taking a sip from it and leaning back a bit. "Oh, I've had my fair share of patients here.. I can't say I don't agree with you.." he stated, joining her in jest. He looked to her for a few moments, giving a slightly curious tilt of his head. "So, other than.. Camping.." he stated in a slightly playful tease, not meaning to offend her about her life style, but >
The Good Doctor : merely comparing it to what others may see it as. "What is it that you do for hobbies? Seems that nature can provide quite a bit of entertainment, though I hate to admit that I'm unfamiliar with it. That's the tragedy of being raised in cities all of my life." He asked, watching her where she sat.-
Bast : <What did she do for hobbies? Bast appeared a bit stunned, as no one had asked that question. Much like the pleasantries at the beginning of the session. Fun...she hadn't seen fun in years. Why? She had been running the Hellfire Club, but she had given it up just recently in order to>>
Bast : <seek out a more independent position. But why hadn't she had fun? The woman couldn't quite remember, and she quickly shrugged it off> Tell ya' what, Doc. I can be sayin' tha' me version o' entertainment ain't be as innocent as hand stitchin' a pillow is <A smirk displays across her face, lifting features that had been ignored for years> An' you can be takin' that fer what its worth <Lifting both eyebrows, she sips the beverage>>
Bast : <after expressing a vague answer, she gives a quick glance towards the window. Though her imaginary friend was long gone, he was not the reason for her claustrophobia. It was a natural sensation as a result of her feral mutation. Though now, under a more positive environment, it was a bit more tolerable>
The Good Doctor : -Virgil heard her admit to some vague form of ill-intent entertainment she partook in on occasion, and a slight grin became painted on his handsome facial features. He lifted a hand, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking back to her. "Well, I won't ask you to go into details, but I can assure you that anything you speak of in here, or to me, is completely confidential. Not even the authorities have jurisdiction over the relationship I have with my >
The Good Doctor : patients." he shrugged his shoulders. He saw how she looked out the window, and he pondered a thought for a moment. "Would you like to see the back yard? Might be a little more your style." he stated to her. He would push to stand from his desk after his glass was emptied again. He would move to the side of his office where there were a set of french doors. He would open them, and outside in the back yard would be a massive garden, accompanied by a hand made gazebo, and >
The Good Doctor : an oak tree that had to be at least a few hundred years old. He would step outside, the cool air breezing by. The garden contained all kinds of different flowers, growing vegetables, this and that. He would glance back to her. There were no fences, and the forest line was just off in the distance about fifty yards away. "Less stuffy out here." He expressed.-
Bast : <The opened doors caused a sense of instant relief to rush over her, pacifying the untamed portion of her mind. The woman stood, not reaching a very tall height on her good days, and moved to follow him, not for the sake of accepting the invitation, but to just leave the walls behind. She was always looking for an escape, in case current situations go south>>
Bast : <and she needed one. Where brute strength and power failed, and they did sometimes with the people she took on, the discovery of a quick exit always came in handy. She had been drilled on that time and time again, though she no longer reasoned that with training.> Ain't this jus' adorable <She commented with a sly smirk in his direction,>>
Bast : <her movements fluid and inviting. The woman had a constant sense of flirtation now that her mind and judgement wasn't weighed down upon so heavily. This was who Sam originally was. So be tellin' me, Ace. What hobbies be keepin' -you- busy? <She take another small sip out of the glass she still held and ran a claw lightly across his arm as>>
Bast : <she passes him, turning slightly to face him at an angle.> It ain't be all mind games an' paper work, eh?
The Good Doctor : -Her opinion of the back yard had caused a bit of a smirk to form on his lips, giving a bit of a shake of his head. "It's something to pass the time. Unfortunately for me, I don't get a lot of spare time. My work dominates the majority of my waking hours, so when I get the chance, since I basically talk with people all day, I prefer to spend time alone. Either tinkering with technology or spending time tending to the back yard. It relaxes me. Helps me forget that I'm carrying >
The Good Doctor : the weight of a lot of people's problems on my shoulders." He explained to her. He leaned down, reaching into a flower bed to adjust some of the soil when a wasp had landed on his arm. He glanced to it, watching as it would attempt to bite at him, it's stinger pressing hard against his skin, but never breaking it. Casually, Virgil would pluck it from his arm, crushing it between his finger and thumb and discarding it to the ground. He stood and looked back to Sam. "I guess >
The Good Doctor : me making this into my own safe place is a hobby. Can't quite say I'm into video games or anything like that." He teased. He turned his body to face her completely, smiling as he approached her. His demeanor nothing other than friendly. "I think we've made a lot of progress today." He stated to her. It gave him the opportunity to step close to her, his form almost pressing to hers. He leaned in and his lips were level next to her ear. "A few mutants are rebuilding the old >
The Good Doctor : mansion. I'd like for you to join the school, whether it be as a student or teacher. I would also like for you to deliver to me any useful information, regarding anyone's abilities, mental conflicts, anything I could use against them." He whispered. He took a gentle step back after a moment, claiming one of her hands and giving it a squeezing handshake, waking her from her temporary state. "Tomorrow then?" He asked, offering to keep the routine of her visits regular.-
Bast : <There was more to this man that he was admitting, and Bast was catching a basic hint of it just by taking in her surroundings, as well as his careful facade of being a completely boring gardener, focused on his work ethic. Though what she was picking up on, she didn't know.>>
Bast : <It was simply instinctual intuition. Beasts always know when a charade is taking place. This intrigued her curiosity, and she had completely forgotten why she had sought him out to begin with. The woman didn't care though, this was a new game for her, and she was all about having fun. He approached her and she tilts her head back in a devilish manner,>>
Bast : <eyes narrowing in playful intent. The motion was cut short, however, and her eyes cloud slightly as he speaks a certain phrase, gaze now locked into the distance. Frozen in this state for as long as he kept her there, she finally awakens, accepting the handshake as a normal act. Releasing his grip, the claw of her index finger slips into the top of his pants, and she gives it a suggestive tug> T'morrow then, eh? <Flicking one eyelid closed for a wink, Bast>>
Bast : <pushes the glass into one of his hands and departs through the garden, heading casually for the forest line without bothering to peer back>
The Good Doctor : she didn't feel the need to rough up anyone on her way in. His assistant had been told about the appointment, which would deter any direct interaction between the two of them. She would be busy doing her own thing anyway, organizing files, taking phone calls, tracking and influencing other mutants to either call, or show up to book appointments with Virgil. He leaned back in his seat, a small device being brought to his lips so that he could draw vapor from it. His own means of>
The Good Doctor : trying to get the better of an otherwise eventually lethal means to an end for him. Just because he had regenerative properties didn't mean that he was immune to disease. Most people didn't quite understand that, which didn't quite make sense to him, as a doctor. But to each their own. He would continue waiting, spending his free time reading over articles on the internet on a tablet while awaiting for Bast, or as he knew her as Sam, to show up.-
Bast : <Bast casts the Doc's assistant an edgy glance as she strides by her, trying to find anything that would cause Sam to hesitate. There was none though, the assistant went about her job and ignored Bast's presence, a positive action in Sam's eyes. No interaction meant no threat. No threat meant she could bypass easily without getting riled up.>>
Bast : <She was slightly more comfortable in the building now, the stage had been set and the Doc seemed reasonable enough, even going out of his way to keep the doors open while she had been there the day before. Wild hair pulled back in an unkempt ponytail, Bast wore nothing out of the ordinary for a normal woman. Though she was just short of untamed,>>
Bast : <blending in with a crowd had been an important part of her life, when she needed it. Without knocking, the blonde enters Doc's office and immediately picks up the vapor scent that burned from within Doc's device, wrinkling her nose slightly. At least it wasn't cigar smoke> I be hearin' them thin's blow up in yer face, Doc...
Bast : <She comments, even though she wasn't particularly concerned for his well being>
The Good Doctor : -Finally Sam had made her appearance, and even started off with talking, which was definitely an improvement. He lifted his eyes to her, drawing another breath of the vapor into his lungs before exhaling. "I'm not too worried about that." He stated to her with a bit of a smile. Though it wasn't because of the tools exploding in faces of people being something of a misconstrued myth, but even if there was a point blank explosion in his face, his endurance would be more than>
The Good Doctor : capable of preventing himself from attaining any form of severe injury. What she would smell however wasn't anything particularly offensive to the nose. If anything, his office smelled like green apples. He would lower the device anyway, sliding it into his desk drawer after turning it off. He smiled to her. "How was your night, Sam?" He asked, waiting to see if she would take a seat. "Have you given any thought to what we had talked about, regarding the hypnotism?" He asked. He>
The Good Doctor : had explained to her just before they parted ways yesterday that he would be able to wipe specific memories from her mind if she wished, and that generally seemed to be why she was here.-
Bast : <Bast was a bit taken aback, no one had every asked how her night was. How was she supposed to respond to that? It was a night. She held it in seclusion, like normal> I did <She bypasses the perplexing pleasantry and takes the same seat she had occupied yesterday> An' I want it dun...
Bast : <Hesitation and uncertainty painted lines of concern across her features. She would be in an extremely vulnerable state, he could pull anything from her mind that he wanted. He could input anything he wished, and she'd not be able to stop him> If ye' be thinkin' it'll work...<The woman>>
Bast : <was beginning to show stronger signs of uncertainty in her decision the longer she was in the office, and her hair trigger wasn't helping. She had savaged people for attempting much less.>
The Good Doctor : -Her admittance to wanting to go through with this allowed his head to react in a gentle nod. "It's not going to be anything invasive, I assure you. I'm just going to pinpoint the portion of your memories that you don't want, and allow them to sink into your subconscious. Our minds do it all the time. Think of a specific memory you have that made you happy, or sad. How much of that memory are you able to recall in vivid detail, an hour before said memory, and an hour after? >
The Good Doctor : It's our minds way of making room for storing more memories. Some people have perfect memory, when the rest of us have minds that are only capable of storing details here and there. It's different for everyone, really." He expressed to her. Those glasses were brought out again. Ice was dropped into them followed by a pouring of scotch. He slid one to her, while he held his own, using a stirring stick to move the ice cubes around. The sounds of them gently clinking against the >
The Good Doctor : glass walls could be heard in repetition. "So, do you have specific memories you would like me to make you forget? Or is it just from a certain time until now?" He asked, his hand continuing to gently stir his drink, and that sound of ice against glass becoming strangely soothing, like listening to rain while falling asleep.-
Bast : <While normally the sound of clanking glass would drive at her ears, she was beginning to feel as though she could fall asleep to the sound. She listened to his explanations, some things going far above her head, and others, she understood. Taking the glass from the desk,>>
Bast : <she peered into it for a moment before replying> All o' him. Whate'ers in me head tha' be remembering, I be wantin' it gone. <This was no easy task, as the man she was referring to had been an extremely large part of her life for such a long time. Years of everyday interaction,>>
Bast : <turning her into the person she was today, for better or not. The influence he had on her life was the reason she survived so long, knew the things she did, could do the difficult tasks that were required for many things, and why she had lead the Black King position so successfully for so many years.>>
Bast : <He was also the point of many grievances as well, and she wanted him erased>
The Good Doctor : -He didn't need to know the finer details. He assumed from the way she talked that this person was going to be quite the integral part of her recent life, so he was sure that the more she spoke of it, the easier it would be to address the situation entirely. The sounds his glass had been making had grown smoother. She would be able to feel all kinds of soothing effects just from the sound alone. Waking up after an amazing sleep to the sound of gentle ringing church bells. >
The Good Doctor : Soft birds in the distance chirping. The light hum of a lawn mower accompanied by the smell of fresh cut grass flowing in through a window left open, so that the cool night breeze could even out the effects of a soft and warm bed. Even waking to the feeling of a warm body slumbering beside one in the middle of the night, only to be influenced back to sleep due to the sheer comfort of it. Of course, she wouldn't fall asleep, but her surroundings might feel a little surreal to >
The Good Doctor : Sam. The amount of pure comfort she would be experiencing would be overwhelming, but not in a negative way. He took a slow breath, still stirring his drink. "Speak his name for me, Sam. Tell me who you need me to erase. Tell me the first moment you met him." He spoke to her, his voice sounding as if it had the same effects as the ice against the glass.-
Bast : <Bast's form begins to relax, and before long, she was in a surreal state of mind. The office now posed absolutely no threat, the man before her was here, but not. The woman's eyes start to glaze and, while normally this would mean big trouble for those involved,>>
Bast : <it was the result of a trance-like state trying to take hold. She continued to hold the glass, only loosely now, and she gives her eyes a slow blink, heaving in a deep sigh of troubled emotion> Victor Creed <The woman responds easily and freely now, and even though there had been a spike in heart rate at the topic, it had slowed down rather quickly> I dunno the...
Bast : age. I was young an' I din' be havin' much of a mind. Too wild <She continues, feeling the rush of anxiety attempt to rise again, but unable to bypass her current state of hypnosis> He flipped a cop car, grabbed me loose. We took off.
The Good Doctor : -Virgil listened to her, and he gave a slight tilt of his head. He had heard that name before. He had even come across this person in the wilderness. It was an interesting interaction to say the last. What a small world. The more she spoke about him, at the earliest point she could remember, that was when the sounds of the glass, his voice, and the comfort she felt would become intoxicating. Like she was gently sinking into the ground. To anyone with full consciousness, this >
The Good Doctor : may induce panic, but in the state she was in, her mind would consider this to be something natural. Comforting. During the very pinnacle of her comforting state, a question would ring out through the entirety of her mind. A question that for only the slightest of seconds, might confuse her. But after that minuscule momentary sense of heightened suggestibility, the question would seem so normal. As if she had known it to be fact, regardless of the reality that it wasn't. >
The Good Doctor : "And when was the last time you had seen your imaginary friend?" He questioned her. with that question, it would become heavily suggested in her mind that this.. "Victor Creed" was nothing more than something she had thought up during her times of solitude. A mental projection of a being to keep her company when she felt her loneliest. It was then that the memories of things they have done, talked about, and everything in between would seem to slip away from her. Most adults >
The Good Doctor : had long forgotten any form of imaginary friend they have had, and it would be just like that with Sam. The seed was planted. He had been in her mind, which would enable him to use trigger phrases with her at a later point. The stirring of his glass would stop, and he took a sip from it. The sound of the glass touching lightly with the table would bring her out of her state of hypnosis. He granted a smile to her. "In all honesty, Sam. I don't believe that your preference for >
The Good Doctor : solitude has any negative effects on your behavior." He spoke, and in him doing so, she would be influenced to think that she might have zoned out for a moment during their conversation.-
Bast : <Bast slid down against the couch, her once rigid and tense form succumbing to the surreal sense of extreme relaxation. Sam never rested in front of anyone, and she had never laid herself out in front of a complete stranger. Before long, she appeared to be in different state of consciousness, Imaginary friend? She had an imaginary friend once. He was a behemoth, strong and worth following. Worth defending and worth...before she could gain enough to finish>>
Bast : <the example, it was gone, as most imaginary friends disappear. A figment of her imagination that she had forgotten about once there was no need for fabricated company in her younger years. Her younger years had been a mystery to her, she had recalled nothing before mutating, and he was now grouped with the forgotten past. As she woke, she found>>
Bast : <herself on the couch, still clutching the glass she had accepted earlier. Her position confused her slightly, but there was no alarm in it, as there would be before. Swinging her legs off the couch, she sits up and offers the Doctor a smirk> Good, cuz you ain't gon' b'lieve...
Bast : tha' most people jus' be smellin' awful. <The quip was a reflection of her heightened senses>
The Good Doctor : -Virgil gave her a soft chuckle in response to her words. He refilled his glass and returned his attention to her, taking a sip from it and leaning back a bit. "Oh, I've had my fair share of patients here.. I can't say I don't agree with you.." he stated, joining her in jest. He looked to her for a few moments, giving a slightly curious tilt of his head. "So, other than.. Camping.." he stated in a slightly playful tease, not meaning to offend her about her life style, but >
The Good Doctor : merely comparing it to what others may see it as. "What is it that you do for hobbies? Seems that nature can provide quite a bit of entertainment, though I hate to admit that I'm unfamiliar with it. That's the tragedy of being raised in cities all of my life." He asked, watching her where she sat.-
Bast : <What did she do for hobbies? Bast appeared a bit stunned, as no one had asked that question. Much like the pleasantries at the beginning of the session. Fun...she hadn't seen fun in years. Why? She had been running the Hellfire Club, but she had given it up just recently in order to>>
Bast : <seek out a more independent position. But why hadn't she had fun? The woman couldn't quite remember, and she quickly shrugged it off> Tell ya' what, Doc. I can be sayin' tha' me version o' entertainment ain't be as innocent as hand stitchin' a pillow is <A smirk displays across her face, lifting features that had been ignored for years> An' you can be takin' that fer what its worth <Lifting both eyebrows, she sips the beverage>>
Bast : <after expressing a vague answer, she gives a quick glance towards the window. Though her imaginary friend was long gone, he was not the reason for her claustrophobia. It was a natural sensation as a result of her feral mutation. Though now, under a more positive environment, it was a bit more tolerable>
The Good Doctor : -Virgil heard her admit to some vague form of ill-intent entertainment she partook in on occasion, and a slight grin became painted on his handsome facial features. He lifted a hand, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking back to her. "Well, I won't ask you to go into details, but I can assure you that anything you speak of in here, or to me, is completely confidential. Not even the authorities have jurisdiction over the relationship I have with my >
The Good Doctor : patients." he shrugged his shoulders. He saw how she looked out the window, and he pondered a thought for a moment. "Would you like to see the back yard? Might be a little more your style." he stated to her. He would push to stand from his desk after his glass was emptied again. He would move to the side of his office where there were a set of french doors. He would open them, and outside in the back yard would be a massive garden, accompanied by a hand made gazebo, and >
The Good Doctor : an oak tree that had to be at least a few hundred years old. He would step outside, the cool air breezing by. The garden contained all kinds of different flowers, growing vegetables, this and that. He would glance back to her. There were no fences, and the forest line was just off in the distance about fifty yards away. "Less stuffy out here." He expressed.-
Bast : <The opened doors caused a sense of instant relief to rush over her, pacifying the untamed portion of her mind. The woman stood, not reaching a very tall height on her good days, and moved to follow him, not for the sake of accepting the invitation, but to just leave the walls behind. She was always looking for an escape, in case current situations go south>>
Bast : <and she needed one. Where brute strength and power failed, and they did sometimes with the people she took on, the discovery of a quick exit always came in handy. She had been drilled on that time and time again, though she no longer reasoned that with training.> Ain't this jus' adorable <She commented with a sly smirk in his direction,>>
Bast : <her movements fluid and inviting. The woman had a constant sense of flirtation now that her mind and judgement wasn't weighed down upon so heavily. This was who Sam originally was. So be tellin' me, Ace. What hobbies be keepin' -you- busy? <She take another small sip out of the glass she still held and ran a claw lightly across his arm as>>
Bast : <she passes him, turning slightly to face him at an angle.> It ain't be all mind games an' paper work, eh?
The Good Doctor : -Her opinion of the back yard had caused a bit of a smirk to form on his lips, giving a bit of a shake of his head. "It's something to pass the time. Unfortunately for me, I don't get a lot of spare time. My work dominates the majority of my waking hours, so when I get the chance, since I basically talk with people all day, I prefer to spend time alone. Either tinkering with technology or spending time tending to the back yard. It relaxes me. Helps me forget that I'm carrying >
The Good Doctor : the weight of a lot of people's problems on my shoulders." He explained to her. He leaned down, reaching into a flower bed to adjust some of the soil when a wasp had landed on his arm. He glanced to it, watching as it would attempt to bite at him, it's stinger pressing hard against his skin, but never breaking it. Casually, Virgil would pluck it from his arm, crushing it between his finger and thumb and discarding it to the ground. He stood and looked back to Sam. "I guess >
The Good Doctor : me making this into my own safe place is a hobby. Can't quite say I'm into video games or anything like that." He teased. He turned his body to face her completely, smiling as he approached her. His demeanor nothing other than friendly. "I think we've made a lot of progress today." He stated to her. It gave him the opportunity to step close to her, his form almost pressing to hers. He leaned in and his lips were level next to her ear. "A few mutants are rebuilding the old >
The Good Doctor : mansion. I'd like for you to join the school, whether it be as a student or teacher. I would also like for you to deliver to me any useful information, regarding anyone's abilities, mental conflicts, anything I could use against them." He whispered. He took a gentle step back after a moment, claiming one of her hands and giving it a squeezing handshake, waking her from her temporary state. "Tomorrow then?" He asked, offering to keep the routine of her visits regular.-
Bast : <There was more to this man that he was admitting, and Bast was catching a basic hint of it just by taking in her surroundings, as well as his careful facade of being a completely boring gardener, focused on his work ethic. Though what she was picking up on, she didn't know.>>
Bast : <It was simply instinctual intuition. Beasts always know when a charade is taking place. This intrigued her curiosity, and she had completely forgotten why she had sought him out to begin with. The woman didn't care though, this was a new game for her, and she was all about having fun. He approached her and she tilts her head back in a devilish manner,>>
Bast : <eyes narrowing in playful intent. The motion was cut short, however, and her eyes cloud slightly as he speaks a certain phrase, gaze now locked into the distance. Frozen in this state for as long as he kept her there, she finally awakens, accepting the handshake as a normal act. Releasing his grip, the claw of her index finger slips into the top of his pants, and she gives it a suggestive tug> T'morrow then, eh? <Flicking one eyelid closed for a wink, Bast>>
Bast : <pushes the glass into one of his hands and departs through the garden, heading casually for the forest line without bothering to peer back>
