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[color=ed1c24][b]The Medic:[/b] Word Count:[/color] 917 (+2 points)
[color=ed1c24]Level:[/color] 1	[color=ed1c24]Exp:[/color] [color=ed1c24]///////[/color]/// (7/10)
[color=ed1c24]Location:[/color] Sandswept Sky (desert): Great Barrier
[hider=Interacting with:][@Lugubrious]'s Tori and Poppi, [@Archmage MC]'s Queen Sectionia, [@ONL]'s Heavy Weapons Guy, [@DracoLunaris]'s Midna[/hider] [/center]

	Everyone seemed to like the Medic's plan, but after a small test of the divine beast's flexibility it became apparent that another course of action would have to be employed. There was talk of combining the two ideas, but it was met with no more enthusiasm than the original. As everyone pondered, Midna proposed her own idea. [color=Aquamarine]”Maybe instead we get some spirit sourced mobility. I’d describe some of the ‘wildlife’ out there as monsters instead, and some of it can fly or maybe climb, so if we get spirits from them we can use their power to lift us up."[/color] She also proposed taming the creatures instead, but the Medic had already heard what he wanted to. Better still, he saw the look in Midna's eyes as she contemplated acquiring spirits. She may not know it, but she was hungry for experimentation, testing the limits of what she could do, what she could [i]become.[/i] The Medic let out an unkind chuckle, a smug, evil grin creeping onto his face. 

	As the discussion continued, one of the teenagers, the girl dressed as a pharaoh, spoke up. Evidently, she could transform to give herself, and by extension, one of them, the powers of flight. The transformation would be permanent, but as long as she consented, the Medic saw no problem with that. Before she could take her true form, however, they'd need to go outside, as it was apparently too large to fit within Vah Naboris' belly. Despite planning on staying behind and harvesting some of these "spirits", he was still very intrigued to see what the girl would become and followed her outside. The Medic pulled out his notepad once more, intending to take notes on the transformation, however, it turned out to be more of a spectacle than he had anticipated. The girl began chanting about death and forbidden knowledge, being joined in the end by the phantom voice of some other teenage girl. A blinding light radiated out of her, and as the Medic shielded his eyes with his notebook, the girl was replaced with a sight the Medic was oddly familiar with, that of a flying saucer. [color=ed1c24]"Mein Gott... She vas an alien ze whole time!?"[/color] The Medic exclaimed incredulously. How had something like that escaped him? He had examined her himself! As he stared, his glasses sliding down his nose ever so slightly, Primrose, the dancer who had accompanied the teens back from the pyramid, produced two spirits and offered them up. This snapped the Medic out of his stupor. [color=ed1c24]"Oh, uh, alright."[/color] He replied somewhat dumbly. Taking the spirits from her, the Medic brought them closer to his face to examine them. One of them was some kind of mummy sans the wrappings, the other an unnatural amalgam of insect and woman. The latter interested the Medic far more, though neither was particularly useful in the present situation, so he simply dropped them into one of his coat pockets, postponing their study for another time. Above him, the UFO proclaimed itself Necronomicon and produced several metallic tentacles from it's underside. They reached down and gently but firmly took hold of Primrose, pulling her up and into it's interior. It then reached down and took hold of one of the other team members, placing them on top of itself. The Necronomicon flew up and away, it's secondary occupant clutching onto the gargoyle affixed atop the spinning disc.

	It wasn't until Necronomicon had disappeared from sight that the Medic was able to compose himself. Midna mentioned a group of dragons that could be useful, not only for their gift of flight, but for their raw power. The Medic's evil grin returned to his face. [color=ed1c24]"I vould be most honored to assist you on zis hunt, your highness! I cannot vait to study such legendary creatures up close!"[/color] Sectionia didn't seem to be having any of it however, scoffing at their apparent ugliness. She turned as if to leave, only to stop and inquire as to whether or not The Medic would be able to make some of these creatures more beautiful. [color=ed1c24]"Ah, vell, you see,"[/color] the Medic began, adjusting his glasses once more. [color=ed1c24]"Ze short answer vould be yes, certainly. However, "beauty" iz an incredibly subjective term. For instance, I find beauty in ze unique, ze unknown, und ze unattempted. However, many of ze zings [i]I[/i] find beautiful are viscerally unpleasant und even [i]frightening[/i] to most people. Having said zat,"[/color] He continued, unaware of whether Sectionia was even still there. [color=ed1c24]"If you wanted to make something [i]cuter[/i], zat vould be a significantly easier task, as vat qualifies as cute is much more definable. Now, I von't go into [i]too much[/i] detail, but suffice to say zat "cuteness", or [i]neotony[/i], is a biological adaptation found in more complex organisms, primarily mammals, zat allows ze parent to more immediately bond viz zeir offspring. Zese iz important, as it provides zem viz a more selfish reason to protect und nurture ze infant until it iz capable of providing for eetself, at vich point it vill have lost ze traits zat made it "cute" in ze first place. Of course, zis phenomena iz not restricted to zeir own offspring, or even animals in general, but zat's a discussion for anozer time."[/color] The Medic concluded, smiling smugly at his ability to reason away the intricacies of what most called humanity. [color=ed1c24]"Er... vhat vere ve talking about? Oh, yes! Dragon hunting!"[/color] The Medic stated excitedly, seeming to switch gears instantaneously.