Oh Doctor, Doctor give me the news~ [ Closed ]

[modelscientist]

who ; Mordin Solus modelscientist, Black Two blacktwo, Noble One nobleleader
what ; Fixing Two's case of the derps, we hope
where ; Medical Clinic in Kurzweil
when ; 1300 hours, station time.
warning(s) ; OH SHIT THE DOCTOR IS AN ALIEN RUN

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I GOT A BAD CASE OF CHAFFIN' YOU

[blacktwo]

Black-Two had been chaffing under Noble Team's "protection." While the sentiment of their efforts to keep her safe while she was coming down off of violent AI possession, the near-constant puppy guarding they called escorting was, while not annoying, bothersome. It was like they were trying to diffuse a bomb, treating her with the fragile care a MFDD receives during transport. Exploding without a moments notice, that's the shared feeling between the Spartans that hung in the air. Two included.

She kept her complaints to herself as she kept pace with Carter on their way to Mordin's (not Morbid, she was told) clinic. Apparently, he had enough know-how to provide some real assistance with this matter. That calmed Two's nerves enough to muster up the strength to knock on the door.

SHITSTORM IN 3...2...

[modelscientist]

Mordin turned, gave his equipment a last cursory glance, then headed to the door and keyed it open. He gave the two Spartans (both who stood a good head taller than him at least) a curt nod.

"Black Two, Noble One, I presume? Come in." He cocked his head to one side slightly and stepped back from the door, giving them room to get past and into the clinic.

sob /DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS HERE SORRY

[nobleleader]

It wasn't that Carter thought she was going to explode at any moment; he knew she wasn't under the control of the AI anymore, but at the same time, it wasn't as if he wanted to just leave this alone. Better to make entirely sure that Two checks out rather than just assume.

He realizes, of course, that she's likely not pleased with it, but that's not the worst of things to happen, honestly.

The door opens, and Carter almost stiffens, because honestly, more aliens. One hand gets laid on Two's forearm; he doesn't expect her to snap and punch him, but he doesn't know her well enough for this. Her Chief'd be a better bet for this, all things considered.

Nodding at the doctor, Carter nudges her gently, though he doesn't force it or make her go in.

MY BAD

[blacktwo]

The door opens, and-

"Shit- !" If Carter hadn't gotten a hold of her forearm, Two would've fallen on her ass as she jerked backward in surprise. It was also fortunate Carter had his hand on her dominate arm, so when she used her left to reach around for her pistol she found the movement too awkward to make.

Guess she really was a bomb waiting to go off, as much as she didn't like to admit it. Two steadied and stopped trying to grab at her sidearm, but looked at Mordin through her visor with abject shock.

"Doctor Mordin, I presume," her voice filter not only deepened her voice, but made it sound steadier as well.