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| Mariko | Jul 22 2016, 06:25 AM Post #11 |
Phck.
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A minimalistic reception area greeted Tsuna's senses. It was an enclosed space with nothing but plain white walls. The gang chair where its patrons could wait contrasted the walls with its black hue, albeit there was nothing spectacular with it. On one side which was the first thing people would notice upon entering was a desk still in white where a young attractive lady manned the reservations, inquiries and walk-in clients of this 'therapist' Mago was talking about. Everywhere the teen heiress looked it was nothing but white which, while it gave out a tranquil and less hassled vibe, too much of it like this room was strangely eerie. The only thing that broke the monotony of the room save for the clothes its three patients including Mago wore and the magazines which sprawled out on the white center table was the lone one-foot tall potted plant sitting undisturbed on the left side of the door to the specialist's office. Tsuna sat quietly beside Mago while she scrutinized the area. This was the first time she saw a therapist's office, and it seemed that it was rather a nerve-wracking visit than a pleasant one even if she was just there as a chaperone. To calm herself down, she took deep breaths and let her mind entertain to something else than the very vibe of this room --- something which meant 'let us overanalyze Mago's statements'. "Because where I grew up it was always overcast....." These words were vague. Did he mean literally or metaphorically? Was there really a country or a city in Earthland where it was always cloudy? Tsuna had not yet been to a lot of places, and she was not really paying attention to her Geography class in the elitist non-magical school where her grandmother enrolled her hence she had no idea if such a place existed. If it was a metaphor though, did it meant that Mago grew up in a rather sad household? The girl could not imagine how would it be for a child to live in a sad home. All she knew was parents, or in case of their absence those who were taking their place such as what happened to Daiki, her brother, would give their very best to shower the children with love, affection and happiness so they could enjoy their youth. Could it be that Mago was one of those who were unfortunate who lived their younger years with regrets? Why would he regret then? What could have happened? More questions arose that it outnumbered the hypothesis, and it all clogged up the young lady's head. She was so tempted to ask for answers out of curiosity, but then he also said earlier that she would get to hear some of them later. Perhaps he did not really want to talk about it, or repeat himself to the therapist when he had already told Tsuna of his worries and emotional baggages. There was no harm in waiting. But hold on, did it all meant that Mago's condition was severe? The lady who could not force her lips to be shut faced the fiery man with an innocent expression while her head was tilted. "Why do you have to meet a therapist? Does that mean you're..." her index finger tapped her temple before moving it in a circular motion, gesturing insanity. "Cause I swear, you looked less insane than I do. Or Dash. Dash is crazy," she said while recalling that thin destitute-looking man who talked to himself out loud. Come to think of it, Dash should be the one seeing this professional. Edited by Mariko, Jul 22 2016, 06:26 AM.
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| 司 Potato | Aug 1 2016, 12:16 AM Post #12 |
Crème de la Kremlin
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Tsuna sure did ask a lot of questions. It was almost as if she was never told that certain things were not okay to pick at. She seemed to ignore social norms and asked questions that would normally cause people to distance themselves from her. But Mago enjoyed it. She was the first person he had met that wasn't afraid to speak her mind, wasn't afraid of (or maybe not even aware of) whatever consequences could come her way. She had questions and she wanted answers. That was fine. Mago much preferred that approach to the traditional ritual of beating around the bush and trying to carefully word things as to avoid hurting somebodies feelings. He raised an eyebrow at Tsuna as she asked the question. He sighed and resisted the urge to pull out a smoke. "It's part of the job. They don't want their employees going bat shit" Mago explained, the man next to him giving him a strange look. "Anyway the visit isn't because I'm crazy, in fact it's the opposite problem. I'm not crazy. Which I guess technically makes me a sociopath? Because most people in my position would have a long list of problems." "And you assume that you don't" The therapist was standing in the doorway between the waiting room and the treatment rooms. He had a heavy accent, similar to that of a german (if such an accent existed in Fiore of course but give me a break I didn't feel like typing out a German accent). Mago looked up at the doctor. The guy was as smiley as ever. His midnight black hair was messy but looked as if he had made an attempt to sick it back. He was thin and looked some what scruffy and disheveled, a small stubble visible on the bottommost tip of his chin. His hazel eyes sparkled mischievously, as if he had some kind of prank waiting for them on the other side of the door frame. "Though i guess I can cross loner off the list. Who's he? Son? Julians replacement? Gay lover?" "She's an acquaintance" "Shame, I thought we'd be having another person in our room today." "We are" "Unless you brought a family member, significant other, or your parole officer then I can not allow them into our session sorry" "Then she's my girl friend" "In that case follow me" The doctors smile was unnerving. He always seemed to be playing games, as if life was some kind of elaborate experiment. He maintained that spark in his eye and motioned for them to follow him to the back. Even the way he walked was up beat and suspicious at the same time. Mago didn't know the doctor to well but he knew that he couldn't be trusted with anything outside of therapy. The guy was obviously a little bit suspicious since he had no problem dealing with Raven Tail, hell he had no problem with breaking the law in minor ways. Like letting Tsuna into the back for instance. He motioned for the two to enter a rather plain looking office. It was everything you'd imagine it to be, comfy chairs and couches to lay on. A few plants here and there, a brown desk. The carpet was brown and the walls a different shade of brown, the furniture? Brown. The room was brown. There was probably a reason for that but Mago didn't question it too much. He just plopped right down onto a reclining chair to the right of the room. Their were windows but what they displayed was far from the truth. They were magic, so rather then looking out at Poinsettia they were looking at some green field. The doctor sat in a chair next to mago and fiddled with something on his wrist, the scenery changed to a familiar sight. The Fuchsia Fields. "Now that we're nice and comfy in your hometown let's get started" The doctor smiled once more. "Er. I should probably introduce my self first. I am doctor Ziegler, Mago's therapist of course. Nice to meet you" He nodded at Tsuna and grabbed a mug off his desk. One would assume that it was coffee but Mago knew better. It was actually soda. Dr. Pfeffer. He fucking lived off that stuff. "So tell me about yourself young lady, why is it that you dress in such a boyish manner? Is it some fetish of Mago's? Maybe it's because you're hanging onto somebody you lost, a boy possibly? Maybe your parents instilled you with the need to be more masculine? Tell me, I am intrigued" |
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| Mariko | Aug 2 2016, 02:05 AM Post #13 |
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"Excuse me?!" Tsuna's jaw almost fell to the ground upon hearing Mago's lame excuse to the psychiatrist for her to be allowed to go with him inside the latter's office, when in reality Tsuna did not mind waiting outside until everything was over. She thought it would be awkward if a stranger like her would hear out his (mental) problems and witness being treated, but no, Mago gave her first-row tickets to this big 'show' by telling the shady doctor she is his girlfriend. He could have just said she was a cousin, or a guildmate, or a pet iguana. But no, of all things, girlfriend. Worst, even if it was obviously a lie the slick-haired professional seemed to 'believe' it. Tsuna was prone to lying. Heck, how many times did she offer ideas which were mere fabrications of her mind which people accepted as truths? Those bits and pieces of fiction did not bring any sour feelings to the teen heiress, but this one made her shaken and bothered to the core. Even if a part of her said it was for a good cause, which was to accompany a newfound friend to a begrudging task of opening up his soul to a stranger who posed as someone who could save him from the monsters inside his head, she could not help but to internally revolt on the idea that they were making someone believe they were dating when in reality her heart, soul and innards cried out for only one name --- who pretty much was not aware of all the twisted feelings she had for him. Was this cheating? Well, she did not intend for this to happen, nor she wanted to 'cheat' ---- would it even be considered cheating if you're not even officially tied to someone? Ugh, what actually could make things official? Was a night of some lo ---- Ugh. Whatever. With heavy steps the young woman followed the weird men while whispering something to Mago. "I'll let this excuse pass, okay. Just this once because you need someone with you before... you can actually kill that person. If it's just me I would have, like look at him. He doesn't look trushworthy enough to handle a person's mind ---" And the redhead kept on rambling, not noticing the stark differences between the ambience in the holding area and the one inside his office. Once Mago had set himself on a recliner, the teen found herself sitting on an earth-colored sofa with her arms across her chest and legs crossed. The silence did not bother her. She was starting to get used with long pauses especially when someone was working, thanks to her boss' penchant of shutting the world out when delving on documents, ancient knowledge and discoveries. The red haired teenager's mind began to wander in her own secluded wonderland when a masculine voice erupted above the silence to introduce himself, the only time she noticed that the scenery changed once again to that of fields. "Tsuna Kushin --- " the girl stopped introducing herself when she realized she accidentally announced her real name. Her hands found their way on her mouth, hiding it. "Fuck." Then, the man began to bludgeon Tsuna with surprising questions prompting the woman to freeze and stare at him like a deer in the headlights. It took a while before she recovered in the daze. Why was he asking her of such things? She wasn't the patient but Mago. Why could he not focus on treating the fiery-head guy for whatever problems he had? This doctor should just have leave her alone. Though it was shocking that he had pointed out a truth in the series of questions. The lady smirked and shrugged, "I apologize but I am not the patient here. I don't even have a single Jewel to spare for a treatment." It would have been more trouble if this therapist would realize the much more darker side of the freespirited girl. |
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| 司 Potato | Aug 2 2016, 04:21 AM Post #14 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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"Don't worry about the cost, it intrigues me. You're the first cross dresser I've had in my office Ms. Kushin and I'm interested to know why you have taken on such a hobby. I have a couple theories myself so I hope you're willing to hear them out. My first one is that you are trying to hide something, maybe you're ashamed of the fact you were born female? Perhaps it's an expression of your need to be more manly, more masculine. Did your parents want a boy? Or perhaps they had one but wanted two? Do you have a older brother Ms. Kushin? Or any male siblings at all? Would you say that you're living in your brothers shadow? Did your parents favor him over you? Were-" Mago cleared his throat, interrupting the telepathic doctor. The therapists magic was a secret, but he could read minds, or at the very least emotional states. He wasn't able to hear every word you were thinking but he was able to get the gist of things from his magic. Which is what made him such a good therapist, he was understanding and able to make surprisingly accurate guesses as to what had caused his patient to become the person they were. Though, if he has one flaw it'd be that he's a bit eccentric. "Right, right. Sorry about that. Hopefully I didn't scare your girlfriend too much Mago I wouldn't want this appointment causing any strife between you and your lover" Mago rolled his eyes, the doctors voice was dripping with sadistic humor. He seemed to be relishing in the fact that Mago's statement about being Tsuna's boyfriend had put her off and wanted to mess around just a little bit. That's another thing he could do, pick up on emotions. Mago ignored him, nothing the man said could bother him. Tsuna was another case, Mago had no idea what his statement had done to her and he probably was never going to find out.... plus he didn't much care. He just assumed that she wanted to find out why exactly he never smiled. "So Mago. What's new? It's been what.... three weeks since we last met? I'm sure you have a lot of interesting stories" The doctor smiled pleasantly, all signs of malice gone. "Well..." Mago proceeded to tell the story of his adventures. How he and Anister had been forced to kill themselves twice, how they'd gone knight hunting, how Mago ended up putting a man through two brick walls. Yeah, the good times. Mago spoke about how he'd killed this person and that person, sold this (illegal) product and that product. "And that's about it" Mago concluded with a sigh, now standing. Reliving the past had made him anxious, sitting down just wasn't possible at the moment. "So, now that we're done with that why don't we talk about something that came up last time when we discussed your run in with the zombies. How you didn't want to drag anybody into; as you put it: 'your shit'. And yet here we are three weeks later and still you can't seem to ditch this often fatal habit of yours. Ms. Kushin here was present during the zombie incident know? Is there any other time where you've been dragged into Mago's violence Ms. Kushin? Please tell us how you felt about it if so" There was no way the doctor could of known about Tsuna being at the lake. Mago had referred to her as Daiki at the time, but such was the power of his magic. He had managed to discover the truth and wanted to use it as a means of treatment for Mago. he thought that maybe if Mago could hear the point of view of those he "dragged" into his mess it'd help solve a piece of the ever growing puzzle that was Mago. |
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| Mariko | Aug 3 2016, 03:25 PM Post #15 |
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The battery of questions all pertaining to Tsuna, especially the latter parts since they hit the bull's eye, made the vermillion-haired heiress froze in her seat. Other than Vento Aureo who could read her like an open book but not because of any mischief but simply because they had been constantly exposed to one another in different ways, no one had showed any ability to sadistically rip the carefully and intricately wrapped packaging that sheltered the lady from all the wickedness of the world. Had not Mago interrupted, Tsuna would have pushed to the limit and did the unthinkable, as that moment she was already hearing voices inside her head revolting to every word the shady therapist uttered... all the voices begged for blood be shed. The noise the other redhead emitted calmed the woman who was starting to phase out from reality. When doctor had finally focused his attention on his intended patient, brutal in his questions as ever, that was the only time the heiress let go of her grudge with a loud sigh of relief. Quietly, she listened to the exchange of words between the two men, and in every time the second hand of the clock moved, Tsuna would come to realize what kind of a person Mago was straight from his lips --- he was not just some pin-up badboy, he was a real deal... a hot headed murderer with a chain of crimes other than killing under his belt. Could have he regretted all the things he was forced to do, that was why he was enduring this pain-to-the-arse session? Or he treated this visit as equivalent to a confession to the priest in a church, where afterwards one would be purified from all the trespasses with the blood of whoever god they believed in. But no matter what she heard, Tsuna was not there to judge. She knew things happened... things were done... for a reason. If anything, the man was not the only one who had his hands stained with crimson blood. The only thing was, Tsuna never regretted being the reaper, nor felt any remorse. Even in her first kill at the tender age of ten years old... the red-haired never once felt guilt. From the outside she might appear to be a sweetheart. She might even act like a cutie pie, but her mind and heart were as black as everyone else... especially if her happiness was being the subject of any threat. 'I did it all... I did... In the name of love ----' Her thoughts were interrupted when the therapist once again referred to her, dragging her into the treatment as a tool for Mago's so-called recovery. She disliked how the words which intended to be queries flowed out of his lips, as to her ears they were nothing more but insult to the man on the reclining chair. Walking on the thin thread that bordered sanity from insanity, Tsuna gave the man in white a sweet yet deranged smile, her azure eyes blank of any other emotions but they pierced through the psychiatrist's like they were a set of daggers, aiming for his soul. "It is only fatal if you let any circumstance to get you," her voice was melodic... too melodic to be normal. She rose from her seat and waltzed behind Mago, her fingers played with his fiery locks as she continued, eyes still fixated on her next prey. "I do not refer any of Mago's outbursts, if any, as dragging me into violence. The zombie one was not his fault but Anister's. And today was out of my free will. If someone goes with another out of free will, is that called dragging or forcing someone to suffer with him in a situation? Have you ever been dragged into a situation you did not intend to be in, Dr. Ziegler? Do you want to, Dr. Ziegler?" Edited by Mariko, Aug 3 2016, 03:28 PM.
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| 司 Potato | Aug 3 2016, 11:17 PM Post #16 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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"If I do find myself in a situation it's because I wanted to be in it Ms. Kushinada" The doctor spoke lightly, matching her eerily calm tone. He smiled, a smile that hid a whole pool of other emotions and secrets. It was almost like him and tsuna were having some kind of silent exchange. Mago caught the vibes coming off of both of them and didn't much enjoy them. But he sat back down, letting tsuna fiddle with his hair he watched and waited. The doctor on the other hand would have none of Tsuna's malice. Her threats didn't fly over his head, in fact he could see most of her feelings for him pretty clearly. So he did the normal thing to do, used magic. Now it wasn't visible, it wasn't even noticeable unless you had some way to see magic. All he did was plant one brief and simple message in the back of Tsuna's mind. Fear. It wouldn't do much, just make her think about who she was dealing with. And if she was weak of mind make her back down, fear him. "So, you hear that Mago? It isn't your fault if they voluntarily follow you into the fire." The doctor turned to Mago who just stared blankly at the ceiling. "You're wrong. If they follow me and I can't protect them then I am still at fault. Because I associated with them and they felt the need to jump into my world. A world that I should stay in and associate exclusively with. When people from outside that bubble. People who know nothing but sunshine step into that world bad things happen. Fukumura happens." Mago was obviously hurt when he mentioned Fukumura. It wasn't often he spoke his young friends name but when he did it was hard and brought all those feelings of self loathing to the forefront. Fukumura was a good kid, too good for what happened to him. He died saving a bad person. Mago refocussed himself and all the pain washed off of his face. He wasn't about to break down and start crying, if anything he just needed something to beat up. he didn't regret killing people, he always did it for a reason. he didn't feel bad about the lives he's claimed, but he feels bad about the ones he lost. The ones he couldn't save, the ones he had no control over. Fukumura's death could of been avoided but here we are. He's dead and Mago's alive. Why? Mago should of died there. It'd make more sense. If there really were gods, divine beings that deliver justice, then why would they kill off the good one and keep two very bad people alive? it didn't make sense. Mago and Julian were the only ones to survive the fight with Doom. Both Fukumura and Lydia the knight had perished during the battle. But why? they were the good guys? Why was Mago still walking and doing heinous things? It didn't make sense. So Mago stopped trying to make sense of it. there was no god, were no gods. There were people and their choices. The doctor, of course, picked up on all this and sighed. "All I can tell you is that you need to accept what's happened. you say you have and yet you're still angry about it. Stop being angry, let go. What's done is done. And that goes for the both of you" The doctor looked over at Tsuna, his face dead serious. |
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| Mariko | Aug 9 2016, 03:06 PM Post #17 |
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Easier said than done. Tsuna kept on playing with the tufts of Mago's red hair as she let her gaze filled with mischievous intent pierced through the psychiatrist's own. In an increasing intensity and pace, the slow playing of the strands of the man's crowned turned into fast-paced, slightly intense twirling while the heiress got trapped in her thoughts. She perfectly understood Mago's point since the two, once upon a time, had shared the same belief. However, within her mind she was reasoning out that Dr. Ziegler would never understand the implications of his words. He would never understand as he was never in her situation nor Mago's. He was not the one in pain. He was not the bereaved. He had never been through all the suffering she or Mago had experienced in their lives ---- Tsuna herself had no idea what the redhead man could have endured just to keep on walking up to this date but at least she sympathized... unlike this white-garbed excuse of a man. But there was no point in arguing. Even if she would put up a defense, by the way he spoke and saw things he would definitely discredit them. The so-called doctor would insist his theories and point of view on this patient and his companion without giving credit to whatever they feel, or whatever was really bugging their mind, or even understanding and looking for a compromise between his studies and the patient's needs... and then call himself a triumphant for 'fixing' two broken people with one session when all he did was to impose. This was absurd. With a sickeningly sweet smile, Tsuna released the strands of hair that was entwined around her digit and then caressed Mago's head as she spoke, "Of course, Dr. Ziegler. You must be right. This theraphy session is indeed enlightening though it seemed that this is stirring some ... inconveniences as well. Would you mind to leave Mago and I for a minute to talk? Think of it as... girlfriend privileges," even if she hated to be used or be referred to as that kind of girl as she had her loyalty to one crimson-eyed guy and regarded herself as his one true love, Tsuna opt to take advantage of false belief to have a word with the man in private. Should the doctor comply and leave the room, that was the only point where Tsuna would leave her position, grab a chair and sit in front of Mago, waiting for the proper time to speak, hoping that there was not a bugging device somewhere or an eavesdropping spell of some sort. Edited by Mariko, Aug 9 2016, 03:10 PM.
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 2 2016, 06:37 PM Post #18 |
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