Follow-Up Appointment [For Harrowheart, Viatorus, Steve]

[workthroughit]

The office is just where it's always been, and thankfully, there's no mind tricks that hide it from view this time. There between the glassware shop and the pharmacy is a sturdy polished door with an embossed brass nameplate bolted to the wall next to it: DR. ALAN J. HILL, MD, MPH.

Stepping inside leads to a nicely-furnished waiting room; handsome dark wooden furniture, comfy red upholstered sofas, a decent selection of Nexus magazines laid out for those looking to kill some time before their appointment. (Titles include CHOWDOWN, the leading reviews of Nexus restaurants and bars, SERVOS, a periodical for the robotic denizens of the Nexus, and WHOOPS!, a guide and advice publication focusing on LOLs, curses and similiar.) Soothing classical music is piped in by a speaker resting up on top of a bookshelf. There's no receptionist or desk designated for such. The door to the doctor's office is closed.

But after a certain point, the door opens and one of the poor mixed-up boys is called in. Looks like we're going about this one by one.

The office space is a warmly lit by streaming sunlight through a window opposite of the door. Despite the office being ground level in the Nexus, the window is clearly looking down from second floor vantage, overlooking a park and busy thoroughfare. The weather is sunny with a bit of cloud cover with no sign of snow. It looks to be a nice spring day, honestly. Out of place and strange with the cold and wintery look of the Nexus as of late.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves, an old fashioned victrola softly playing Bach, stained wood filing cabinets, a three-sectioned painting of a distinctly religious (rather demonic) nature, the familiar desk that often shows up along with the doctor in the Nexus. The banker's light, the metronome, the nameplate. The doctor himself is seated there, hands folded on the desk and wearing a smile.

After a gesture towards the open chair opposite of him, he asks, "So! Where shall we begin?"

Comments

[workthroughit]

"To be fair, Mr. Durant, he's someone who's already tasted death. It might seem like a very small concern to him overall. What's death when you can be reanimated and brought back even stronger? Hm. What indeed." The spoon is tapped on the edge of the cup a few times with a series of delicate 'ding' sounds, and then set back on the saucer.

"What drove him to make such a threat?"

[heirtothearcane]

That is not a reassuring thought. Viatorus doesn't say as much, only pulls his mouth into a thin line and stays staring into his tea.

"Um. My cousin, the, um, the Necromancer... He and Steve were arguing. He made some comment about being powerful or... being able to handle Harrowheart's body... being able to..." He frowns as he struggles to remember. It was all such a blur. "Being able to de-construct it, or disenchant it or something. I don't know... there were a lot of threats. Yelling. Steve... punched a wall."

[workthroughit]

"Sounds like it was a crazy moment. Everyone confused and upset and still in the wrong bodies. Even wronger bodies. And Harrowheart hears threats about his body being destroyed, how do you suppose he should have reacted? Especially since this is a man that specializes in the sort of creature he is. He must have been very frightened, Viatorus. Though I suppose that doesn't help the memory of it making you a little ill, knowing how close he was to accidentally carrying out his threat."

[heirtothearcane]

"I... I don't understand, Dr. Hill. I don't understand how a person can be so quick to jump to violence. I know Harrowheart has some... some sort of natural inclination to it, but... but he's so good at curbing it. And he wasn't even in his own body. I..." He shakes his head and focuses on his fingers turning the saucer in small pinching motions. "I just don't understand it. Am I the only one terrified of it? My sister can be violent, even Steve punched a wall..."

[workthroughit]

"Funny how you still end up with so much exposure to violence in a place that has a field to prevent it. Some people are just inclined towards it, or unafraid to use it, to change things around them. It's gratifying like that; you see immediate results, you release tension in the process...It's not hard to see why it's appealing for those who care to use it!

"Why do you suppose you fear it? Are you afraid of being hurt?"

[heirtothearcane]

"'Why'?" Viatorus turns his now confused gaze to the doctor. "Because it's dangerous. It hurts. All it ever does is hurt. All it ever causes is pain and suffering. It's a brutal, terrible thing. There's no sense to it. None at all. Animalism. Tooth and claw. Blind instinct. No reason, no logic. Emotion at its cruellest."

[workthroughit]

"There'd be many that'd disagree with you, you realize. Warriors, soldiers, martial artists, assassins. There's a great many in the Nexus! Each of them considering their painful craft an art. Something they had to learn, perfect and maybe teach over many years! Resorting to it readily or eagerly certainly might indicate some manner of being stunted; lacking the emotional range or maturity to know how to handle anger or accepting matters beyond your control. But there are still those that harness it responsibly, just like any kind of magic that could be destructive in the wrong hands."

[heirtothearcane]

The more Dr. Hill talks about it, the more Viatorus wrinkles up his nose and frowns. It sits too uncomfortably with him. Surely it has its uses, if it part of a patron's schooling, but that doesn't make it good, or kind.

"Violence exists for violence. It's not creative or good like magic can be." he folds his arms tight and shakes his head. "I don't like it. I don't understand it. I wish other people wouldn't use it. I know my wishing won't change anything, but that's how I feel." He huffs a sigh. "At this rate all my friends and family will kill each other the moment they step out of the anti-violence field."

[workthroughit]

"I'm certainly not advocating for mindless harm and slaughter, of course. Needless torment is something I've always found to be repugnant. Or torment caused to ease or thrill a sick mind, more specifically. But all the same, violence is a part of life. Pain is a part of life. None of us were born into this world without pain and blood, after all. Not you, not I.

"And the Nexus has a way of making us face our breaking points. I hope you keep that in mind the longer you stay here. There may be a time where you're forced to take up arms. I hope it's not anytime soon. But that day may come in due time."

As if everything he said was perfectly cheerful and not at all upsetting, Dr. Hill claps and scrubs his hands together. "But enough about that! I'm sure you're ready to return to your rightful body, hm?"

[heirtothearcane]

Viatorus' uneasiness doesn't fade with Dr. Hill's words. His first points are ones that the scholar can understand in some distant, abstract way, but not in the way his friends have displayed. As for the thought that he might some day be tested on this... it makes him feel ill just thinking about it. Part of him, reluctantly, knows the doctor is right. It's in the nature of the Nexus to test its inhabitants. Or so he suspects.

He swallows hard to push aside his fears, and nods. "Yes. Quite."

[workthroughit]

"Then let's get on with it! Well done, Viatorus. You learned so much in this time. I'm proud of you."

There's nothing precise that causes it; no gesture, no spell, no flash of light. Just that familiar chill, the swimming and darkening of vision, the feeling of slipping away...