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[color=ed1c24][b]The Medic:[/b] Word Count:[/color] 834 (+1 Exp)
[color=ed1c24]Level:[/color] 1	[color=ed1c24]Exp:[/color] [color=ed1c24]///[/color]/////// (3/10)
[color=ed1c24]Location:[/color] Sandswept Sky (desert): Vah Naboris at Lakeside
[hider=Interacting with:][@DracoLunaris]'s Princess Midna, [@Lugubrious]'s Tori and Poppi, [@Archmage MC]'s Queen Sectionia, [@ONL]'s Heavy Weapons Guy, [@Dawnrider]'s Fox McCloud[/hider][/center]

	The Medic put his pencil to paper and looked up at the princess expectantly. However, it was the insectoid matriarch who spoke up first, cutting Midna off before she could even open her mouth to speak. The bug queen reiterated what she had said in the rec-room, adding that the hats in this place were actually functional. She described her species as Sectionan, more evidence suggesting her genetic royalty. Despite being answered by the wrong person, the Medic scribbled down her name, species, and status, as well as several notes on experiments to perform on either her or her minions, likely both. Out of habit, he kept his notepad close to his chest, angled so that it was nearly impossible to see what was written without taking it. This automated precaution was entirely unnecessary, however, as he wrote in his mother tongue. On top of that, he wrote in code; the single most well known, yet difficult to decipher code known to man. That was, of course, the dreaded [i]Physician's Scrawl[/i]. Even to a native German speaker, the writing appeared as nothing more than unintelligible squiggles. 

	Princess Midna expanded on Queen Sectionia's promises, explaining that, in this realm, spirits were visible and could, if he was understanding correctly, could be used to craft new weapons, commanded as troops, or even be added to one's self to imbue them with that spirit's abilities. [color=ed1c24]"Fascinating..."[/color] the Medic muttered. Surprisingly enough, the medical mercenary was already familiar with both acquiring souls from fallen enemies as well as implanting them into foreign bodies, though he suspected the process was slightly different. This, too, he jotted down. The princess continued, describing herself as a Twili, though the doctor made sure to note that whatever a Twili was, they were not dark skinned imps. She immediately made it clear, however, that he was not to experiment on her, as she apparently had experience with scientists. When she began teasing him, however, his pencil froze. His eyes slowly slid up to meet hers, a single eyebrow raising in perfect unison. While he couldn't quite understand the notion that she'd object to potential improvements, he could still respect it. After all, she was a unique specimen, and it wouldn't do to simply take her apart and hope for the best. What he didn't respect, however, was the tone with which it was said. Social cues weren't exactly his forte, but he had worked with enough arrogant mercenaries to know when he was being talked down to. Any chance of the Medic respecting her wishes was immediately dashed, as he decided then and there that she would be his next research subject. After all, she'd have to sleep sometime... or did she? Exactly one second passed before the Medic returned to his note pad, his scribbling becoming all the more furious.

	The Medic opened his mouth to inquire about the princess's method of reproduction when the Heavy began loudly repeating all that the Medic had just said. Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention instead to the android from earlier, choosing to ignore the Heavy's inane rambling. She greeted him politely, a rare privilege in his line of work, before asking him if his Medi-Gun would work on her as well. [color=ed1c24]"Ooh! Vhat great question!"[/color] He responded, legitimately impressed by her apparent intelligence. [color=ed1c24]"As a matter of fact, eet does! I'd know, I've healed more disguised spy-bots zan I'd like to admit."[/color] He chuckled at her mention of his professional relationship with the Heavy, thanking her quite sincerely for volunteering her and her... friend? Pet? [i]Companion's[/i] services. Midna tried to non-verbally communicate that she was [i]also[/i] off limits, but the Medic didn't notice. If he had, he'd have simply let out a small laugh. He was no roboticist, that was the Engineer's field of study!

	Not too long after, another small, strange creature appeared, this one looking like some sort of cartoon cat... that was also a super hero. It was soon joined by a group of teenagers, dressed [i]slightly less[/i] like super heroes, though one of them was dressed more like an Egyptian princess. Along with the children was a beautiful woman accompanied by a wolf with a wooden face. The Medic sighed quietly, choosing to overlook the strangeness of it all. As new as this all was, he was quite accustom to dealing with the absurd at this point. On the bright side, he'd have no shortage of research opportunities. Midna dismissed the wolf, apparently a servant of hers, and it departed through a dark portal. As Midna left to speak to their vulpine team mate, the Medic began making his rounds, collecting as much information from each person as he could. After all, there was always a chance of someone suffering a fatal injury that his Medi-Gun would be unable to heal, and if he ended up having to operate on them, he'd need to know what they have and where it belongs.