[centre][color=6ecff6][h1]Arthur Ragnarson[/h1][/color]
[h2]Session Room[/h2][/centre]

Arthur took a seat on the highlighted sofa. As with everything in the place it was of high quality, comfortable and almost brand new. Gisela sat in the chair, slipping off her heels before tucking her legs underneath her; hardly the usual counsellor approach.

"So, Arthur, let me tell you what we know so far and how we're going to proceed. Then we'll cover potential implications of your power. After we're done you can give your family a call." Arthur caught something in her otherwise relaxed posture; an alertness as she watched his reaction.

[i]They know, then. I suppose I'll test this then.[/i]

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his fingers to form a platform on which he rested his chin, appearing thoughtful and focused.

[colour=6ecff6]"That sounds fair to me. I'd like some contact with the outside world so I appreciate the effort you've made to ensure it is possible."[/colour] There it was. A flicker of confusion. They'd clearly researched their 'pupils' well; not many would know of the... difficult relationship he had and his father had. Gisela regained her composure quickly, smiling with a nod and looking down at her clipboard.

"Okay, so first is what we know about your power as it stands now. Going by the data from your rugby injury we can see that you heal at a rate of 6.7 times faster than the average. Whether this applies to any kind of injury is something we don't know so find the cause of it will be our first objective. I'll take some blood samples from you and we'll examine them to see if there's any clue there. Until we have those results we won't know how to move on from there." She looked up from her clipboard at Arthur who merely nodded his understanding. He was wearing a surprised expression, widening his eyes a little and opening his mouth the smallest bit; over the years he had become adept at mimicking expressions as they didn't come to him naturally.

"Next are the implications. Well, you've studied at Eton. You can understand what impact we could make if we could somehow replicate your ability in others, the lives we could save and the illnesses we might be able to cure if that's something your ability affects. That's pretty much it for today, I'll just take those blood samples from you and then you can be off. You're not afraid of needles or anything, are you?" She smiled at her joke and Arthur replied in kind.

[i]As if you wouldn't know that already. Not that I'm too sure what fear feels like.[/i]

[colour=6ecff6]"No, I think I'm okay with them. I've not really had blood taken before."[/colour] He forced out a nervous laugh and rolled his sleeve up when instructed. Gisela fetched a kit from one of the cupboards and put a tightstrap around his upper arm to make the process easier. She drew two small syringes of Arthur's blood before disposing of the waste and pressing a cotton wool ball down on the jab. 

They both watched in interest at the injury and sure enough it stopped bleeding almost immediately. For good measure Arthur accepted a plaster to put onto the hole and then stood up, ready to get the hardest bit of all this over with.

"Your father should be ready for your chat now. Return to your room and you'll find a tablet in there set up for a video chat." Gisela smiled again, guiding him to the door. "Until our next session." She said as a means of farewell.

As ordered, Arthur returned to his room and there was, as promised, an iPad on the bed. It was set up with some kind of attachment plugged into the charger port which he wasn't technology minded enough to understand but assumed it was some kind of security device. The tablet was already switched on and when he unlocked the screen it began the video call automatically.  There were no buttons except a red phone icon to end the call; they really weren't taking any chances with the residents contacting the outside world except in controlled environments.

The call was picked up almost instantly and his father's study came into view. The wing-backed leather chair behind the heavy oak, ornate desk and the dark wooden bookcases filled with leather bound classic editions of various literary works. It was just like his father to choose an imposing vista for this meeting.

"Arthur." The tone was clipped, it appeared Ragnarson Sr. had no intention of spending more time on this call than he had to. "You have settled now?" It was more of a statement than a question. No, an order.

[colour=6ecff6]"Father. Yes, it is most comfortable."[/colour] Arthur's tone was just as short and hostile. The only emotion he ever truly had felt was rage and only towards his abusive father. The one who, even in this situation, was uninterested in Arthur's situation.

"Good. Do not disappoint me there. Make yourself useful to your family, that's all." The call was cut off abruptly. In a rare fit of irritation Arthur hurled the device at the wall, the tablet screen shattering as it clattered to the floor. He calmed his breathing, the anger vanishing in a flash and leaving him with the usual emptiness he felt inside. At least had managed to confirm a few things from the meeting and the call.

[i]That bastard is involved in this, after all.[/i]