fandom_clinic | FTEC, Monday [11/21]

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FTEC, Monday [11/21]

Ronan wasn't on the phone this morning, but it was never far from his side as he moved about the clinic, double-checking stock and making notes for anything that might need topping up. Whatever was happening, Ronan was going to make sure that the clinic was ready for it.

While replying promptly to any text that came his way.

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Where you can catch Ronan as he moves about from one room to another, phone not quite glued to his fingers.

If you don't want to deal with the anxious wizard!

Around all day!

Raven rarely visited the clinic unless there was some sort of island-wide emergency and she was needed to help out. She never got sick, after all, and if she were to somehow be injured and couldn't heal herself, she'd go to Karla.

But she woke up that morning feeling even more tired than she had been previously, and she couldn't pinpoint any physical reason why. She didn't want to worry Karla or Jono if it was nothing and it was just something like stress, so after managing to drag herself to class, she swallowed her pride and decided to visit the clinic. Just to prove nothing was wrong. And then Dana wouldn't get upset with her about ignoring her health!

"Hello," she said as she stepped into the clinic. "I would like to be examined, please."

[Sent you an email, bb. :) ]

Ronan nodded, standing up and moving around the desk. "Of course," he said immediately, leading the way back to an exam room. "C'mon back this way, and I'll see what I can do for you."

As soon as the door was closed, he gestured for Raven to get up on the exam bed. "What seems to be the problem?" Ronan asked.

Raven sat down, feeling a little self-conscious and awkward at seeking out another healer.

"I have not been feeling entirely like myself," she said. "I have been very tired lately, but I cannot discern a physical cause."

"Let me take a look," Ronan said, pulling his diagnostic spells up in his mind and laying them over his vision.

... Huh. "Hmm. I'm not -- you're not fully human, right?" Ronan asked, tweaking his spells a bit. "At least, that seems to be what I'm seeing here..." He head-tilted, squinting at some of the layers he was seeing. "You're... physically pretty well human? It's just. Also not somehow..."

He shook his head to clear it, letting the diagnostic spells fade away. "Physically speaking, you look to be in perfect health. Can I ask what your other ancestry is? It might provide an answer to your problem, or at least help me narrow it down."

"I am half-demon," Raven said, just a touch apprehensive. She didn't hide it anymore, but she still feared strong negative reactions from people when they learned what her father was.

"I am a healer as well, but I could find no physical reason for my exhaustion. I thought perhaps it was stress?" She had been under some considerable stress, and it seemed a convenient thing to blame.

Please, one of Ronan's best friends was a walking Christmas tree. Half-demon was nothing.

"Hmm," he said, wrinkling his nose a bit. "I don't have a lot of information on demons. My world doesn't have them, as such. Stress could be a factor, but I don't recognise any of the physical signs I'd associate with stress-induced fatigue."

Ronan noted a few things down, running his thoughts through his mental rolodex of healing spells. He'd made a few interesting additions himself recently, what with his prior experiences at Fandom; he was pretty sure he remembered something that might be useful for diagnosing physiologies that were non-native to the Speech. "Do you know anything about your demonic ancestry that might influence your energy levels? Or any peculiarities of your hybrid nature?"

"I unfortunately have never been able to discuss the nature of my demon blood with my father," Raven said apologetically, "for his sole intention for me was to bring chaos and destruction. I had always believed I was the only one of my kind, though recently I have learned I have six brothers who are half human like myself."

She chewed on her lip, wondering what might be relevant to tell Ronan. "My brothers are hybrids like myself, but I am more powerful than they. Each of us allegedly embodies one of the so-called Seven Deadly Sins; I am Pride." Surely Ronan never would have guessed that from her earlier comment. "But as far as I understand it, they are not able to heal like I am, or affect emotions beyond their particular Sin. I alone can manipulate any emotion and control pain and injury. And I do not think they can teleport between dimensions as I can."

"... Teleport between dimensions?"

Yeah, that struck a chord. "D'you know you do that?"

"I was trained at an early age to separate my soul from my body," Raven explained. "And it enables me to transport myself, and others with me if I wish, across dimensions. The goddess Azar trained me herself." She totally wasn't bragging.

"I am not certain exactly how it works," she admitted. "It just...does."

Ronan nodded. He'd shared his body with one of the Powers for a while -- essentially been that power, in a way; he could accept that as not bragging. "And have you been doing any of that lately?" he asked. "The teleporting across dimensions."

Raven nodded, folding her hands in her lap. "I have been, yes," she said. "I went to my boyfriend's world just a few days ago. I had no real difficulty, but it did not feel exactly right."

"Something is disrupting portals," Ronan pointed out. "And I don't think it's just a problem on Portalocity's end, because too much other stuff is going on. That's probably why you're feeling tired -- whatever method you use for transport is likely affected, as well."

Ronan wrote a few more things down in the chart before setting it aside. "It's probably useless to say this to any Fandomite," he continued, with a bit of a wry smile, "but I'd suggest you not do any more teleporting until this is over."

"I have already promised Karla I would take her to her home," Raven said. "She is concerned about what has been going on, and there could be useful information to find there. But if I feel it would be too dangerous to her, I would refuse, of course."

Too dangerous to Karla, of course. If it were dangerous to her, that might not stop her.

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