[Therapy] Dr. Finkelstein and Yuffie
Day: 5 (back dated)
Characters: Yuffie and Doctor Finkelstein
Summary: Crack down time for ninja Yuffie. Some black mail and smooth talking should fix this little twit.
Status: Incomplete / Closed
He wheeled around in his chair, rolling from one end of the room to the other, standing up to place a few jars into a cabinet and closing it again, locking it. No need for those to be seen right now. It was bad enough he wasn’t able to work with his projects just yet, but it was worse to have to pretend to be buddy-buddy with people he didn’t know at all.
Not that this was hard. He was a kind old man, sort of.
He gathered up a stack of papers, notes he’d taken form files. And then took a file its self, sitting them in his lap once he was seated again. With a sigh and a quiver of long lips he raised a hand to his head. The metal bar running around the opening had been covered with a small blue nit cap, but it was far too hot to keep that on all the time. “Rejects…” he sighed, not wanting to have to deal with the hiding and covering of truths. This was his first time making himself known. He was there, for a month, bidding his time, taking care of things in the background, and now… he spoke.
They didn’t trust him at all, which was smart. But they would, or they’d regret it in the end. For now, he wheeled to an intercom. Making his call for the off worlder ninja brat. How to convince her she was insane, that would be fun. Blackmail might work well though. For now. If it didn’t keep her hushed up though, he’d remove her brain and give her a new one.
He wheeled down to the therapy room he wanted to use. It was nice, with a couch like sitting for the young girl to sit on. All very sterile though. More clean then he was used to, but preferable. He did try to keep his construction tables clean. Infection in his creatures was not dealt with, with a smile after all. Making sure it was all set up and ready, he got his tea pot ready and two cups. It had been a while since he had a tea set that wasn’t chipped.
He waited for the orderly to bring the girl in. If there was no fuss, the orderly would bring her to the room, and escort her to the couch. Or so he hoped.
Characters: Yuffie and Doctor Finkelstein
Summary: Crack down time for ninja Yuffie. Some black mail and smooth talking should fix this little twit.
Status: Incomplete / Closed
He wheeled around in his chair, rolling from one end of the room to the other, standing up to place a few jars into a cabinet and closing it again, locking it. No need for those to be seen right now. It was bad enough he wasn’t able to work with his projects just yet, but it was worse to have to pretend to be buddy-buddy with people he didn’t know at all.
Not that this was hard. He was a kind old man, sort of.
He gathered up a stack of papers, notes he’d taken form files. And then took a file its self, sitting them in his lap once he was seated again. With a sigh and a quiver of long lips he raised a hand to his head. The metal bar running around the opening had been covered with a small blue nit cap, but it was far too hot to keep that on all the time. “Rejects…” he sighed, not wanting to have to deal with the hiding and covering of truths. This was his first time making himself known. He was there, for a month, bidding his time, taking care of things in the background, and now… he spoke.
They didn’t trust him at all, which was smart. But they would, or they’d regret it in the end. For now, he wheeled to an intercom. Making his call for the off worlder ninja brat. How to convince her she was insane, that would be fun. Blackmail might work well though. For now. If it didn’t keep her hushed up though, he’d remove her brain and give her a new one.
He wheeled down to the therapy room he wanted to use. It was nice, with a couch like sitting for the young girl to sit on. All very sterile though. More clean then he was used to, but preferable. He did try to keep his construction tables clean. Infection in his creatures was not dealt with, with a smile after all. Making sure it was all set up and ready, he got his tea pot ready and two cups. It had been a while since he had a tea set that wasn’t chipped.
He waited for the orderly to bring the girl in. If there was no fuss, the orderly would bring her to the room, and escort her to the couch. Or so he hoped.