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You are in Boke Medical’s prestigious Travine Campus. M..More specifically, Building 1.

[ Slowly lowering her blank eyes to his. ]

I am unsure anything located here would sate your frustrations.
November 19, 2024 at 6:24 AM
- please do not hesitate to call Mr. Boke’s office.

[ She bows, and damn near trips over herself as she books it back down the hall to the elevator. Reschedules happen all the time. They weren’t personal. This was a work setting.

She wounds herself with her messes. ]
October 28, 2024 at 6:40 AM
-

She thought, maybe, some extra rest would.. help.. but she isn’t assigned to think, is she? Just to answer what’s already there. ]

. . .

I understand.

[ She says, so small all of a sudden. ]

. . .
My presence is not required for your training regimen. If you require any further assistance, -
October 28, 2024 at 6:38 AM
. . .

[ There’s the tiniest pinch of blue in the air, like a crystalline tear from the stars themselves. He couldn’t see it, no, but it lingered, unexplained.

And as Mr. Herrera makes a motion to go on, The Servant thins her lips out, sealing the rest of the rainbow swelling inside her chest.

-
October 28, 2024 at 6:36 AM
- at last, combat training.

[ As noted before, he would get to rest *first*! How exciting, she hoped! ]
October 28, 2024 at 6:20 AM
- sound of the metal doors sliding back open, she springs into her alert, proper posture, no longer gripping the wall for support. ]

.. Excellent timing, Mr. Herrera. I hope the bath treated you well.

[ Flipping through her clipboard. ]

You are now due for a meal, a thirty minute rest, and -
October 28, 2024 at 6:19 AM
- learned today.

Both Experiments had side effects. Both Experiments had to mask said side effects. Both Experiments were, no matter how much they’d been altered, /human/, and the thought was mortifying. Like it was mistake to be who they were born as.

The knowledge wrung her throat.

At the -
October 28, 2024 at 6:17 AM
[ She skittered upon a narrow path of shadow and blood, tangling around one another in slick, ugly tendrils until a wall finally separated the two of them. Black— fear, despair. Red— anger at the thought of danger being a *possibility*?

That was all she could make sense of, with what she’d -
October 28, 2024 at 6:16 AM
- alone outside is she able to finally gasp for air, narrowly escaping the deep sea..! ]

Huff.. huff..
October 27, 2024 at 6:16 AM
- that empty stare, a void meant to be filled and nothing more.

She lifts onto her heels and tucks the clipboard into her lap. ]

. . . I-I will wait in the hallway for the reminder of your bath to finish, sir. Thank you.

[ The Servant is all too quick to bow out of the room. Not until she’s -
October 27, 2024 at 6:15 AM
O-of course, sir. I am only meant to chart your answers to the required questions, as is routine.

I am asked the very same, during my maintenance visits.

[ Her brow faintly furrows, a small imperfection in a perfect masquerade, but she quickly corrects it. The only thing she couldn’t fix was -
October 27, 2024 at 6:12 AM
- suddenly, her words held weight. At least, the last two. Her lips quiver, praying he’d understand. ]
October 26, 2024 at 3:26 PM
- race.

[ Her explanation was quiet as it was monotonous. She also now appeared to have.. glasses? She takes them off as she’s speaking, however, and tucks them away. ]

. . And I am pleased that, as Mr. Boke’s prized Experiments, we have both successfully maintained /perfect health/.

[ And -
October 26, 2024 at 3:26 PM
- the glowing blue pool, much like bathing in the cosmos, the Servant wheels the screen aside. ]

. . .

[ Struggling, she hesitantly fixes her gaze upon his. ]

. . . Mr. Herrera, as you know, as Experiments, we are expected to hold our standards higher than that of the untouched humanoid -
October 26, 2024 at 3:23 PM
- output of all those different forms of mana.

She huffs a small sigh through her lips and holds the clipboard to her chest. ]

.. no anomalies detected, Mr. Herrera.

[ A lie, but they both knew that. ]

You appear to be in perfect health.

[ Another one.

Now that his shadow submerged into -
October 26, 2024 at 3:21 PM
-
Confirm the date of your last mana bath.

Dotting her i’s. Crossing her t’s. Before he knew it, her questions were done. What he didn’t know is she was *aware* now of his.. struggles. Pointedly, she could decipher it pertained to his body, desperate to keep up with the impossible -
October 26, 2024 at 3:19 PM
[ She scribbles down the checks and x’s where appropriate, crossing her legs so she can lean back in her seat.

And thus, she rattles off more of the usual:

Any thoughts of self harm.
Any thoughts of harming others.
Any assessment of mana used outside of combat.
-
October 26, 2024 at 3:17 PM
- the fusion core been fractured, damaged, or stressed.

[ Her brows furrow, text blurring in her vision. ]
October 26, 2024 at 6:11 AM
- answer earnestly. That she could not properly help him if he didn’t.

But he was hiding the cracks in the foundation. What a hypocrite she’d be, lecturing him about that. Quietly, she murmurs. ]

. . . I apologize.

[ And she flops back to the usual line of questions. ]

In the past 30 days, has-
October 26, 2024 at 6:10 AM
[ Chartreuse surged to full-on green, envious of what he sought for his body versus what pain he dealt with in the aftermath of his tested limits. There is a lingering silence as she writes more, not reacting to his jabs just yet. ]

. . .

[ She could wag a finger at him and say he needed to-
October 26, 2024 at 6:08 AM