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1 [Flashback] Growing Pains on Tue Oct 09, 2018 1:01 am

Professor Sad


"And the multiple compound fractures in your right hand are because….you say you stopped a bullet with your bare hand?" the Doctor asked in a monotone voice as he frowned suspiciously at his patient, leafing through the notes on his clipboard, a mix of annoyance and disbelief plastered on his face as if to make sure he had not misread anything.

"Yes...It was a pistol; the same size and length as a standard issue...probably same caliber and strength…I put my hand over its muzzle and-" Renero began, the end of his words labored, yet, he was cut short once again by the doctor's court flick of the hand, a mix of distain and disbelief painted clearly on his face. Renero let out a heavy sigh.

Clad in striped pajamas, bandages wrapped all around his body, though most notably onto his left arm with faint crimson showing through, Renero was sitting against was must have been half a dozen pillows over two beds, his white coat draped over the headboard.  On his lap sat the book he had been reading a few moments before, a blue hardback with the title of “Classification of Beasts: The Blues, The Grand Line and Beyond.”

"I do not care what you did in your false bravado. It's simply not possible that your hand, even that of your kind, was able to take the blow of a firearm at such a range and only come out with simply fractures." The Doctor cut in, tugging at his own white beard with frustration as if he had caught a little child telling a tall tale.

2 Re: [Flashback] Growing Pains on Wed Oct 10, 2018 1:18 am

Professor Sad


Having already been checked by multiple doctors, given multiple blood transfusions, his cuts cleaned and stitched and most importantly, his fractures mostly healed, a few hours again it had seemed that his recovery was soon to be complete, ready to walk the streets once more.
Yet now, it seemed quite the contrary. Instead of enjoying the last few days of recovery as a well-deserved break from active duty and doing some light reading, he was once more retelling the events that took place on the train. The first few times he understood as he could not provide a written report, so the details provided had to be just right. But this time, there seemed one particular detail that did not bode well with the old withered man that stood marching around in front of him.
The process of recovery had taken a huge toll on him, so much so that even reading a few pages from his book required regular intervals to rest his eyes and mind; and him repeating the same story over and over was proving tiresome as tiresome, especially seeing as how he was getting nowhere with this doctor.

"Had you been maybe enhanced with some kind of exoskeleton, cybernetic enhancements, anything that made you more than just flesh and bones, that would have been plausible but..." The Doctor trailed off, stomping around as he read and reread the report in his hands, as if it somehow might have changed while he was talking. “Nearly every footman has a tall tale about a scar or two, to be expected from such thugs, though at least most have the decency to only lie to the other common soldiery but this..." he muttered under his breath.

3 Re: [Flashback] Growing Pains on Wed Oct 10, 2018 1:20 am

Professor Sad


Renero couldn’t wait to get out of this bed and meet his squad mates and train himself back into fighting shape, yet this doctor seemed pretty adamant about not believing him and wasting both their time. Where his actions foolhardy and possibly stupid? Might be seen as such by some, but that's what needed to be done. Yet Impossible? Well, he was no doctor but here he was, arm still attached, albeit sore, having regained most if not all of his functionality in it.

The doctor turned sharply on his heels, facing Renero once more. "You don't actually mean to tell me that you..." he jabbed a finger in Renero's chest, his face a few centimetres from his. "An Animal...have the means to gain an ability of Haki?" he whispered with spite and anger, Renero half expecting steam to start shooting out of his nose and ears, the rage in his bloodshot eyes clear. “I have entertained your little charade long enough but…but…” The rest of his words lost as he snapped his jaw shut, a raging mumble barely reaching Renero’s ears.

He had no idea what this man was talking about, yet this tone was not the first time he had heard it. It seems that his hope of finally being recognized as a marine officer instead of just a minkman had come hollow; Afterall, the mix of two seemed to be worse than simply being a Mink.

The doctor regained his composure, taking a step backwards to the relief of Renero.

4 Re: [Flashback] Growing Pains on Sat Oct 13, 2018 10:25 pm

Professor Sad


“Irrelevant now, I have wasted enough time trying to make sense of your hogwash.” He waved off at Renero, leaving no time for any rebuttal. “Here in my hand I have the results from your check up in Alabasta.” He said, tapping the notepad in his hands, seemingly calming down.

“As presumed, your genes seem to have mutated abnormally resulting in your freakish size, even for your race.” disdain dripping from each word of his voice. “The main symptoms of your abnormality is pain in your joints and….brittle bones.” He stopped on the last point, looking at Renero for a full second with piercing eyes, as if to make sure that Renero was understanding him.

“Apart from taking an extra two beds to house you in any establishment you grace your presence with and an early painful death that is.” he added. “Any questions, Mr…let’s see….Wajima?” He looked up from his notes, his lips pursed together.

The news hit Renero like a cannonball, his chest tightening at such a stunning blow. He knew things were going to be bad but this he did not see. He had a thousand questions in mind, chiefly: Will it cause him to be discharged from Service? No. He had to keep calm and rational. Panic would only cloud his mind and make him look like a fool in front of this man.

“Is there a cure?” Renero husked as stoically as he could.

Silence fell upon the room for a moment, the rusting of the curtains that danced on the wind seemingly filling Renero’s head. After a long stare, the raging malice having completely faded, replaced by what seemed to be pity.

“That’s where things get complicated. There is a cure but..." He stopped, for a moment “...We can’t give it to you.”

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