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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 3:53:15 GMT
Bana moved through the halls of the Hero Headquarters with his lab coat equipped to give him a positive modifier to people not asking any stupid questions. He'd even showered for this. He wanted to give off a good impression, and by good impression he meant one that people would just do what he needed. And studies have shown that people were more prone to following instructions from someone in a coat. It was time to put that to a practical test.
What he needed was tissue samples from those that have chosen to enlist. Preferably voluntary though that wasn't a deal breaker. He wanted it for his records of course, but also for his research. The wider spectrum of Metahuman tissue samples he had on file the better as far as he was concerned. It would allow him to refine his understanding of what made them what they are. What was unique to each of them and what they shared as an offset from the population at large. It could help him to understand how their abilities actually worked, which would lead to finding ways to improve and strengthen those abilities or dampen them in the case of violent criminals. It was their best chance to contain the worst of their kind, and maybe even cure the unfortunate ones with abilities that hindered their life. There was more to being a hero than punching people, a trained chimp could do that. He was going to change lives.
"I'm looking for a Claire Elliott."
He'd say without build up as he walked into the main common area. His face obscured by the clipboard that he held in front of his face. A brief description of her abilities as it was known to them laid out for him. She made the top of his list because of its unique form of manifesting, he'd not encountered someone who needed external additions to the body in order for their powers to work. To him, that hinted at a unique variation in her DNA to adapt to the state of her body itself. After all, the body could not have known she would get such a style of a tattoo or any at all. He wanted to probe into that and find out what made her tick.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 4:20:41 GMT
 It'd been on her calendar for weeks and she still wasn't quite sure what to think of it. 'Just go into it thinking it's like an urgent care. You don't have to be friends,' she looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath while repeating Nathan's words in her head as a mantra. 'Be honest but don't be lesser. Remember, you work here too. He's just your coworker.' Claire tipped her head back and let her palm press to her bottom lip for her daily pills to fall into her mouth, swallowing them without too much discomfort. She swore it'd be a miracle if she so much as managed to get the sniffles with how many vitamins they had her on.
A knock on the door had her shut the mirror quickly and stare at herself one last moment to mentally prepare. She stepped quietly across her cold floor and opened the door. "Yes?"
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These rooms were too familiar now. No matter how many they led her to they all looked the same. The blank, white walls and the minimalist cabinets and counters surrounding the walls with the doctor's bed, bench, whatever it was in the center. Claire had been able to read up slightly on him and had to reread his name about a dozen times before the sympathy she felt for him finally made her decide that 'Doctor Bana' was probably best; silently thankful that her parents had picked something relatively mundane.
The last physical she'd had was in high school - saying that she was nervous was a massive understatement. They'd given her one with a female nurse upon her arrival at the MNRU, but she assumed that this one would be less 'human' oriented and more specified this late in the game. Maybe Joyce had thought of something new? The briefing had been minimal at best. Sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed to wait for him, chewing on her bottom lip, it was all she could do to sit still with the noise of anxiety in her head. When the door opened, she lifted her head and nodded in greeting with a soft, "Dr. Bana." NOTES: Doctor is in!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 4:31:45 GMT
"I'm not a doctor."
He certainly knew more than any doctor when it came to Metahuman biology and he was probably the most qualified person to be conducting these tests on her. But he lacked a formal Ph.D. and thus had no right to be called a Doctor. He didn't dwell on it further as he'd set the clipboard aside and gave his "patient" his full attention. He'd size her up first, he'd never met her or interacted with her before this moment. She was a name in a file with relevant statistical data. Height, weight, and the like. He didn't need to re-delve into that as the examination was not about her general statistics but rather her unique biology.
"So Claire, there are several things I would like to obtain from you today. I would like to obtain a urine and blood sample from you to run some tests on. And with your unique biology, I would like to obtain a tissue sample from your tattooed flesh and from a part of your body that is not tattooed. I would like you to consent to these tests."
Consent would make this whole process move much faster and smoother. He could obtain the samples another way he was sure, but likely not until she was injured on the field. Obtaining them now, however, could lead to breakthroughs that would prevent such eventualities. Or it could lead nowhere. That was the thing with science and tests sometimes, you didn't know where the Data would lead you until you had it.
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Dec 29, 2017 20:50:02 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 20:50:02 GMT
'I'm not a doctor'? Okayyyy, nice to meet him too. She was already off to such a smooth start. The cold and rather blunt response just had her awkwardly and tensely sitting on the edge of the exam bed with a half-scrunched mouth. Claire had thought a handshake would've been a good idea until he'd entered the door and spent all of maybe ten solid seconds looking her over from where he stood. Guess it was inevitable to have another one of these. At least he didn't hide it under a strangely fake and overly done kindness and excitement like the others did. He was here to work.
The list of requested data he lined up for her had her intimidated to say the least; totally taken back by how quickly pleasantries or any kind of normal registry or new-patient information was asked for. Answering to a fast-paced, super serious kid in a lab coat was a bit more difficult than she had expected this day to go. A different kind of difficult, but still. "Um," she had to clear her throat, recollecting herself and offering him a half smile. "You don't waste any time, do you."
A single shoulder shrugged and she folded her hands into her lap with entertwined fingers. "I can do one of those. Not sure how to get the last three, honestly. It's not like a matter of consent or anything," she shook her head, one of her hands lifting to scratch at her forearm in anticipation for a few seconds before settling back down onto her thighs. "They've tried. Haven't broken through yet." She'd sincerely hoped they would've figured something out by now for that with how sick she was getting of the gas rather than a controlled IV. The gas gave her terrible headaches on days when she was made to go in and out of dreamwalks to test certain occasions or make shorter trips. "If you have any ideas, I'm all ears...?"
[/b][/span][/font][/div][/span][/div] NOTES: Awko-Taco.
WEARING: Here. [/div][/div][/div] |
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Dec 30, 2017 22:48:33 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 22:48:33 GMT
If he noticed her discomfort he didn't show it. Pretending to be empathetic was exhausting and a waste of both of their time. Further, coddling her like a child showed a complete disregard for what she was here to do. What they were all here to do, in one way or another. And that was striving to change the world. Questions of morality and right and wrong aside, each of them wanted to change the world from what it was now, they wanted to use the power they had been gifted with to make things better in their mind. Surely they all had similar goals and ones that would differ, but the common ground they shared was the glue of this little program.
"My time is valuable, I assume yours is as well."
That's why he wasn't wasting time. The faster they concluded their business the sooner he could get back to his real work. The important work that would make sure people like Claire didn't die a pointless death in some random gutter. Not that he expected her to see or appreciate that most people were to stupid to think ahead and see his genius for what it was.
"Well I'm glad to hear you are at least capable of pissing into a cup."
His tone was neutral but his eye roll was anything but. He was aware of the nature of her power, or at least to the extent that it had on getting basic bloodwork. A challenge maybe, but he was nothing if not capable of overcoming challenges and thinking outside of the box. He wouldn't have called her if he didn't have several ideas in mind on how to get what he wants.
"I am fairly certain I can obtain the samples I need from you, the only thing I need from you is to decide if you would rather me use drugs on you or other methods."
Her consent was technically important... Technically.
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Dec 31, 2017 21:37:24 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 21:37:24 GMT
"My time is valuable, I assume yours is as well." It wasn't supposed to be funny but Claire couldn't help find a large amount of dark humor. She'd come into this meeting with the Havelock mindset, thankfully, and found grounding in the little things. "To some more than others," she dared to let a sarcastic tone through in her words, "you'd be surprised." Claire had kept scratching her arm for probably too long a stretch of time just out of nervousness and when she noticed she quickly reset her hands in her lap.
A sigh came from him and his eyes rolled heavily - definitely something that looked like a stereotypical teenager fed up with whatever authority they were dealing with. "Well I'm glad to hear you are at least capable of pissing into a cup." She blinked and couldn't quite think of what to say, both astounded and a offended. She'd never had the gall to speak back at one of the MNRU scientists but they'd all been far older than her and definitely more professional. "I'm sorry?" she asked dryly until he continued on and had her quickly pulled away from the immature statement to a bit more of a concerning topic.
"Drugs or-... what? You're going to have to kind of explain to me what you have planned that you think is going to actually work," she had to shake her head and lean back a little, finding it difficult to keep up a semi-positive attitude with a rude kid that came in telling her he was going to somehow break through her unbreakable skin with options that sounded straight out of a mad scientist novel. "They've tried just about everything, believe me." Every needle, every theory on blood thinners, maybe iron supplements. Nothing. The only thing that'd nearly broken it was the embedded handgun bullet in her collar over a year ago.
Looks like she'd be spending the next hour experimenting with things that still didn't work after explaining again and again to someone that just couldn't comprehend; you couldn't break the skin.
NOTES: This'll be fun...
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