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Post by Utkm on Jul 15, 2006 15:21:41 GMT -5
In this tiled room, the Beast can be found to help cure almost any injuries or strange reactions. On the right side you have hospital beds for those who are injured to rest. There are also many of Beast's experiments scattered around the room, so be carful. The Mansion's resident doctor and nurse is Dr. Hank McCoy, aka Beast.[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 9, 2006 18:01:24 GMT -5
"Here we are! I'm sure Hank will be able to take much better care then I do. See you around guys!"
Kitty says as they go past the door of the medical bay, the large room coming into view. Much like the rest of the lower levels, the metallic, cold style dominates the room. The brown haired X-Woman pats their backs in a friendly manner before exiting the room, leaving them waiting for the famous Dr. Hank McCoy.
"Hello There!"
Out of no where a man-beast covered in thick blue fur, wearing a scientist's robe - leaps into the center of the room just in front of them. The already weak JD can't help but flinch, slipping backwards and falling on his bottom. Slowly he lifts his head up and with the most sheepish of expressions he replies,
"...Hey."
[Agent:2]
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Post by Utkm on Oct 9, 2006 18:07:05 GMT -5
Bobby's eyes widened as the blue and furry beast walked in he heard something fall to the floor and saw JD sitting there. He helped his friend up and walked him to a bed for him to sit down. He looked back at Beast, still wide eyed.
"We...uh..she um kitty...see what happened..."
Beast gave out a chuckle as he walked over to the boys.
"Don't worry, I get that response a lot from people at first"
[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 9, 2006 18:22:26 GMT -5
The man's last words made John feel uncomfortable with his reaction. If Dr. McCoy is anything like what they say he is, he deserves to be recognized as an angel, not a Beast.
"May I?"
Dr. McCoy asks as he moves to the other side of the medical bed on which JD sits.
"Yes Dr. McCoy."
The furry man lifts the back of John's shirt, exposing a rather nasty bruise on his back, with colors ranging from crimson to blue. JD can't help but notice that the doctor examines him so slowly and gently, the complete opposite of what one might expect from a man of his appearance.
Beast pulls JD's shirt back into place before coming around to face him, searching his face or chest for any signs of serious injury.
"Very well. From what I can see you took quite a serious blow to the back John. There is nothing I can really do about it, other then perhaps giving you some pain-killers. The most important thing is that the bruise will heal rather quickly, you shouldn't be experiencing this amount of pain tomorrow."
"Okey, thank you Mr. McCoy."
"Please, call me Hank."
The furry X-Man replies with a modest smile on his face as he hands John a pill and a glass of water, before turning to his next 'patient'.
[Agent:2]
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Post by Utkm on Oct 9, 2006 18:30:58 GMT -5
Bobby watches as Beast examines JD thouroughly and then starts to go to him. Bobby lifts his shirt up, already knowing what he was gonna ask. Beast smiles and examines his body. It didn't take that long for him to finish.
"Well Mr. Johnson, you seem to be alright, just some minor bruising that might cause you some pain but it will go away quickly."
Bobby smiled getting up and then going over to JD and carfully helping him up also.
"Thank you Dr. McCoy.!"
Bobby amiled and waved goodbye before turning to JD
"So I guess that ends todays adventures...I'm guessing you waana go back to our dorm."
[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 9, 2006 18:44:37 GMT -5
"Goodbye Hank! Thanks for the pills!"
John gladly replies as Bobby helps him off the medical-bed. His back is rather sore, but he can almost feel the pain killers beginning to work their magic on his back.
"You are most certainly welcome John. Don't forget that tomorrow you need to visit me for some examinations, but meanwhile you should rest."
The kind beast-man replies, smiling to them, before leaping past a table and traveling deeper into the lab at the back of the room. The two boys begin their walk out of the medical bay, slightly unaware of how the Danger Room session brought them closer together.
"Yeah, I think going back to the dorm room, taking a good shower and catching some sleep would be the best idea."
And with that, they both leave the medical bay and head up to the elevators going up.
[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 10, 2006 12:13:19 GMT -5
"Ahh, Mr. Doe, right on time."
Dr. Hank McCoy happily calls as JD steps into the medical bay. Beast gets up from behind his computer, closing several pages of genetic engineering that had kept him occupied until the time of the appointment.
"Hey there Beast. I'm all ready, what is it exactly that you need me to do?"
"Eager, aren't we? Follow me."
The furry man leads the way deeper into the medical bay, until the reach a rather startling machine. It has the appearance of a metallic sphere with an oval door at its center; on the door is a small double glass window. Needless to say John's heart skips a beat when Beast stops by the machine and smiles.
"I need to go... In there?"
"Exactly."
"Why?
"So I can analyze your DNA, your body ratings and pick up some information on the energy of your powers. Step in John"
The furry blue man presses a button on a computer connected to the back of the sphere which makes the oval door open up. Reluctantly John steps into the machine, the door closing itself behind him once he is inside.
The insides of the isn't illuminated, making it rather dark except for the small amount of light that enters through the double glass window.
"This isn't going to hurt one bit."
JD hears Hank's voice from the outside as what seems like thousands of lasers are fired at him from every possible direction within the sphere. Startled, John can't stop the reaction of his body as his eye flash pink and the sphere seems to slightly vibrate.
"Perfect! Please John, keep releasing that energy."
And so he does, using the reflex he always had but never seems to have noticed. His eye keep flashing powerfully again and again, making the sphere vibrate more powerfully.
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"John... John..."
'Ouch', is the only thought JD can come up with as his eyes slowly open up. Immediately his mind recognizes that something is wrong; he is lying on a medical bed with Beast by his side looking rather worried. John attempts to sit up on the bed, which results in a rather uncomfortable ache in his head. He rubs his hand against his forehead, looking at Hank with nothing but confusion in his eyes.
"What happened?"
"It seems you fainted while inside the biochemical analyzer. I'm sorry for having exhausted you John-"
"No reason to be sorry, I'm not dead or anything."
The younger man chuckles, attempting to cut through the layer of seriousness that the older man casts upon him with his look. He is obviously bothered by something, something serious, and JD isn't sure he shouldn't know what it is.
"So... What did the test come up with?"
"Those are results that I would rather save for a session with Ms. Frost, if you won't mind me doing so."
"Sure, you know those things better then I do."
His worries are confirmed by the man's response; Hank stumbled upon something bad. Then, another pressing matter jumps into JD's mind,
"Did you find out something about my powers?"
"Yes, I certainly did! It seems that you can generate and control kinetic energy! Most spectacular, isn't it?"
The blue furry man seems to have forgotten everything about the bad results he uncovered, once again filled with joy. John can't help but feel rather excited himself, even though he doesn't completely understand what that means.
"So far we have evidence of you being capable of imparting momentum, like you did in the sphere and during the Danger Room session; changing the direction of moving targets, which you demonstrated upon the thug in the Danger Room session; absorbing kinetic energy, which you might have noticed as the thug pounded you with the bat and you felt no pain; and using that absorbed energy to augment your strength and probably other physical rates, which explains how your palm thrust had such an interesting effect on one of the thugs."
If he wasn't excited before, he definitely is excited now. Suddenly feeling full of energy and alive, John gets off the medical bed and walks out of the medical bay without saying a word to Hank; 'I'm sure he'll understand'.
[Agent:2]
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Brian Saunders
New Member
[M:350:4:]
[*0]Save me....from myself
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 11, 2006 17:01:13 GMT -5
The silent halls we're indeed barren. Both sides of the halls we're filled with nothing but other doors and offices. However having a mansion with over 100 rooms does become a bit confusing when trying to locate YOUR room for the first time. Brian Saunders knew he was in the wrong place. He knew he was in a type of medical labs due to the wordings on sheets of papers, and the medical beds that aligned the walls. However he was one to find out anything-as long as a daring price came along. As he strolls through the entire base of medical equipments, he tears along the ground-shuffling his feet as he examines the rooms carefully. The velvet colors of the medical beds fill his view-when a scratch bounces off his ear, and towards his attention...
The silent halls we're indeed barren. Both sides of the halls we're filled with nothing but other doors and offices. However having a mansion with over 100 rooms does become a bit confusing when trying to locate YOUR room for the first time. Brian Saunders knew he was in the wrong place. He knew he was in a type of medical labs due to the wordings on sheets of papers, and the medical beds that aligned the walls. However he was one to find out anything-as long as a daring price came along. As he strolls through the entire base of medical equipments, he tears along the ground-shuffling his feet as he examines the rooms carefully. The velvet colors of the medical beds fill his view-when a scratch bounces off his ear, and towards his attention...
Welcome.
He stands completely still-unaware of the fact that others we're in the room. Startling his body, he makes a complete 360. To his surprise, his body jolts back-seeing a blue furred lion standing on two feet-with highly humanoid features.
I presume, you are in fact, injured. And is in need of assistance.
Calming his self before the rush of his heart-he licks his lips carefully, answering with only the correct way to respond....a lie.
"Of course..."
He states-suddenly shifting his weight onto the sheets of a large bed. Beast smirks heavily, knowing of course his lie.
Mr. Saunders I would appreciate your effort to not lie in front of me.
"Are you one of those MIND readers?"
By far from a telepath Brian. I am simply....a student. A student urging to learn about lifes wonders.
My name is Hank McCoy (Sp) Brian. I aid you in medic's. I'm sure you've met Mrs. Frost?
His head gestures-as he leans himself off wards, bombarding his weight onto both legs. Beast examines the boy-finding a small hint of annoyance with his attitude as he turns towards the bed.
Mr. Saunders as a staff of the Salem Center, I must ask of you to answer my further questions with complete honesty. Do you accept my challenge?
Challenge? What are we in a football game? However Brian nods-turning his attention towards the clock as he swiftly watches its movement.
I thank you...
Brian Saunders...Are you a mutant?
"...No..."
Do you confirm this answer with all honesty?
" Yes..."
Do you consider yourself, among your peers at this institute, to be considered as nothing but...'freaks'.
"...Yes..."
He answers. The answer itself scared him. Did he actually think that everyone in this school was a freak?
Burden knows, what mysteries lies ahead Mr. Saunders-if the staff we're to tell you of your gifts. Correct?
What? Gifts? You mean....toys, and that stuff? Completely off the scale ridiculously. Brian Saunders was never, never is, or never will be a mutant. Not in his book anyway....
"Wha'd'ya' mean gifts?"
A theory, my friend...A simple theory. Your genomes are indeed complex. Far from a human gene that is. Brian, when I asked of you to answer with all but honesty. The information that you had given me, was in fact...incorrect.
My apologies for the burden son...but you are in fact, a mutant..
'You are in fact...a mutant...' Suddenly those words came scattered and distant-appearing every so often as it re-awakens and fades upon command. His body, starring into the oblivion of space wanders gently around the bed as he blinks his eyes un-controllably. With little control he turns to the blue-furred mutant, confused...and indeed angered.
" WAIT, HELL NO. HELL....NO. YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG. YOU ARE THE MUTANT, AH'M THE HUMAN. "
Mr. Saunders I ask of you to calm yourself. I understand your utter mess of confusion-but you must calm yourself. Your abilities are complex, and unstable. A-
" F-CK, NO. I'M NOT A MUTANT. GET IT THROUGH YOUR F-CKING MIND, THAT I AIN'T A MUTANT!"
His voice, troubled yet angered was seemingly steady. Thus coming from his 'Stable as Earth' attitude. Having himself suddenly enraged in anger-and burden-he slams his fists upon the beds sheets-wrinkling them upon contact. As his breath heaves in and out uncontrollably, the sound of scatter marbles appear in his mind. They separate-dazing him off in the most unsatisfying way possible.
Fine way to behave I assure you.
Brian tumbles upon the bed beside him-scattering his mind into a deep slumber, in which he had no control of. His mind, now fragile to attack lays in slumber-as his body slowly drifts into a motionless drive...
Alas Emma; you've arrived. I assume you understand the situation?
The man questions the red head. She tumbles her fingers, as an array of pink, majestic lines array from her mind-trailing itself around her finger tips. They lure towards Brian unstable body-leaving him in a state of sleep.
Of course dariling, I'm a telepath. I did what I had to.
Ah'. What exactly did you do to him?
I put his mind to sleep. If he got any worse with his temper he might have been able to cause small tremors around us. And god knows what you have in your labs Hank. I'm sure with all those chemicals together in such close quarters could create a nuclear reaction again.
Very well. I suppose we can continue or discussion tomorrow. Shall I bring him to his dorm?
Leave him a be. He shall rest here until further notice. Beyond this point I had done what any telepath would've done.
She gestures her body in a vivid way, as Beast continues to examine the boy carefully.
As a telepath, you did what?
Separated thoughts from fantasies. Nothing overly dramatic. However it isn't a surprise to find him thinking of women and liquor.
Far from it. You've done well Emma. However I must ask of you..
If you must.
Do you honestly believe all men think of only liquor and females?
Far from a telepath, to read men's mind.
[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 11, 2006 17:14:41 GMT -5
(( SP, Jean is dead, therefore she isn't at the mansion and cannot help good ol' Beast ))
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