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Leo wheeled Gunther into the clinic's lobby, prompting the receptionist to hurriedly bring her desk's shutters down. "Alright, Fargus, let's get your problem worked out. Meet me in room 3, I've got a specialized X-ray scanner there. Peaches and Gunther will stay here with Herschel, and keep him company."
Gunther nodded as Peaches rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles in irritation."Hey, I'm gonna go see if they've got a snack machine here." Peaches wheeled Herschel over to the waiting area, and seated himself across from Herschel. "So... how do you feel about Leo?"

In room 2, Fargus was seated on the table as Leo fiddled with the settings on the X-ray scanner. "Now, since they couldn't get a decent scan over at the hospital, I'm going to take some liberties. First up, we're going to forgo the lead apron; relax, I've got some flushers on-hand just for radiotherapy. Second, I'm gonna up the power a little bit. Just enough to let me see deeper into the bone; it won't be enough to cause any permanent damage, but you may feel a slight pain in your arm and stomach."
"Leo, what the hell are you thinking?!"
"This is a serious problem, Fargus. If we don't figure it out now, the consequences could be dire. Now, step into the machine."

Fargus, doubt wallowing in his mind like an alligator wallowing in a deceptively-deep river, stepped into the scanner. At the count of 3, the scanner was enabled. Fargus's immediate area was bathed in radiation, but Fargus felt no pain whatsoever. Leo stepped out of the room, to examine Fargus's scans. Leo returned, a look of confusion plastered over his face.

"I got nothing."
"What do you mean you got nothing?"
"I mean I can't see shit from your scans! All I have is a silhouette; the radiation was clearly emitted, as you can see from the backgrounds here, it's just that the area around your body caught none of it! It's like you were made of three feet of solid lead!"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"For starters, it means no more x-rays. Hey, you said you got an x-ray before, right? Well, what was different then that's different now?"
"Well, I was pissed as hell at you for tryin' to make me into an x-ray french fry. That's a good start, huh!?"
[color=skyblue]"I don't know how to define it, but there might be a memetic component to this radiation blocker. You didn't want to be irradiated, so you weren't. Hell, this is big news! Fargus, do you know what this means?"
"I don't care what it means. Just tell me what the hell is wrong with my rib! That's what we came in here for, right?"
[color=skyblue]"Alright, fine! Well, since I obviously can't get a scan of you done, I'm just going to have to explain it to you. Hold up while I get some visual aids. You're gonna like the lab skeleton I got... it's made of real bones!"
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I didn't do that because at the time even the characters didn't really know who it was.


This isn't taking place in a first-person narrative. Rather, everyone appears to be using a third-person objective perspective, because it's significantly easier to convey information that way. Any vagueness is the fault of the author, not of the point of view.
Leo smiled warmly, and wheeled Herschel over to the car. As Fargus and the others watched Leo and Herschel, their hearts sunk.

Leo, being a man of his means, had little but a four-seated pick-up truck with a covered bed, and it was in the bed that Leo placed Herschel. Using a pair of bicycle cables, Leo strapped Herschel in, and stepped into the driver's seat.

"Alright, we've got a ripe old passenger, so we're going to take things slowly. Fasten your seatbelts, and we'll get moving."

After a few false starts, Leo's truck rumbled into action. A familiar, soothing roar reverbrated from the truck's innards, filling everyone on-board with comfort. Leo put on some nice, relaxing Carpenter Brut on, and drove off to the clinic.

In just fifteen minutes of fast-paced driving, the truck arrived at Leo's clinic, the Oberschmidt Geriatrics Clinic. Leo was the first out, and unstrapped Herschel with exceeding care. With the help of Gunther, Leo hoisted Herschel down from the bed, and wheeled him into the clinic with Fargus and Peaches just behind. Peaches, amazed at Leo's actions, spoke with genuine concern to Herschel.
"Hey, old timer... are you alright?"
@Scarlet Angel94, could you please list names when you're referring to 'a person' or 'a girl' in your posts? I can't tell if you're talking about Dan or not.
Gunther nodded sagely. "It's all gone to hell, man. Well, I think Leo and the rest of us have things to do. We need to prepare for Yom Kippur. We'll just have to see you later, old man!" Gunther turned back and headed over to Fargus and Peaches. Leo glared at him for a second, then turned to Fargus.
"Fargus, we're going to head down to my office right away. We've got to figure out what's wrong with your ribs."
Fargus gave Leo a brisk thumbs-up, and walked off with Peaches and Gunther in tow. "We're going to wait in the car, Leo. Finish up quick, and we'll get going, okay?"

Leo nodded, and followed Fargus. Before he got a few steps away, he snapped his fingers and turned to Herschel.
"Remember, Mr. Orenstein: our appointment is in three hours. Can you get home by yourself, or would you like some help? I'm headed down to the clinic, and I can probably take you home on the way."
Leo Oberschmidt gave a panicky little smile, one that has been trained and tempered through years of fast-paced Yiddish translation, blind-yet-calculated agreement, and nights spent poring over books on Hebrew culture in preparation for hideously vague philosophizing on today's kids and how they relate to the Chosen People. Leo did what he always does, and lied outright. Leo's eyes took on a glazed sheen as he spoke.
"Herschel, I've told you about my brother before. They're both devout Progressives. I know how you feel
about them, but I'm sure I've managed to bring them into the fold bit by bit. Since they just left, they haven't had a chance to practice mikvah just yet, but I've already given them the basics. Don't you worry about old Fargus and his friends, I've got them under control."


Peaches, himself a practicing Roman Catholic, attempted to complain, but was quietly but firmly shushed by Fargus. "Quiet," Fargus whispered, "this guy is, from what I've heard, one hell of a chatterbox. With him, it's gonna be 'yes, sir' only, got it?" Peaches's conspiratorial nod told Fargus all he needed to know.

Gunther played along, and grunted exaggeratedly in agreement with Herschel. "Tell me about it! I've always hated how these kids act like they're hot shit. They look like absolute idiots, and don't even know it!" Gunther always knew how to talk to elders, considering his upbringing. Living in a house with your whole extended family for company does wonders to your multi-tasking skills!

Leo sighed in relief, and grinned at Herschel. "Mister Orenstein, I'm glad your children are talking to you. You know, I know quite a few people whose children have abandoned them entirely! If you ever need someone to talk to, you know who to find!"
Before you attempt to invoke a chlorine-iron fire, I think you should know some things.

1. It takes a LOT of heat to create an ignition (to the tune of around 250 degrees Celsius using pure chlorine and iron)
2. It usually only ignites if it's ferric chloride, which takes quite some time to properly dissolve and bond into.
3. It's less of a "fire" and more of a "immensely hot and sticky explosion of superheated gas".

If you're going to do what I think you're going to do, you're basically committing suicide. A cloud of ferric chlorine about the size of a lungful of air would expand quickly and become relatively combustion-inert, if horrendously toxic. If that cloud is contained in a small area and ignited, it's going to have something close to the expected effect and, as a result, kill everyone in the area.
Central Park, New York

"So, I said to him... Oh, look who it is! Hey, brother! The boys and I are over here!"

"Fargus! I'm glad you and your friends are settling down well! So, how did the doctor's appointment go?" Fargus's brother, Leo, made his way over to the shaded knoll Fargus and the gang were staying on. Fargus gave his brother a warm hug and a hefty pat on the shoulder.

"Ah, it turns out one of my ribs is basically all of the hard outer stuff. Like, no marrow or anything." Fargus shrugged. He knew very little about bones, but Gunther's constant lecturing about health certainly put some information in his head.

"That sounds serious. Fargus, I want you to take it easy for the next few weeks. With your ribs like this, I'm certain they won't heal properly. Hey, listen... why don't we stop by my office later today? If what the doctor says is true, I'm sure I can figure out just what's wrong. So, how are your friends doing?"

Peaches and Gunther shrugged. "We've been settling down easy. Haven't had any worries, all things considered!"

Leo nodded, and settled down next to Peaches. "I'm glad to hear that. Hey, feel free to splurge a bit; I've got plenty of money to burn, and I'm sure you'll put it to good use. The clinic's always had its fair share of old money coming its way."

"That reminds me. Why couldn't Fargus have come to you for a check-up?"

"I run a geriatric clinic, Gunther. Unless Fargus is lying about his age, what I can offer wouldn't be of much use to him. I only deal with elderly patients."
Leo glanced down at the lakeside, and saw a familiar face: Herschel Orenstein. "Oh, speaking of which, there's one of my clients now! Old Herschel's kind of a soursop, but you'd be surprised at how much he warms up to you if you're Jewish! Come on, I'll introduce you to him."

Leo, Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther made their way down to where Herschel Orenstein was. Leo, being the one most familiar to Herschel, greeted him.
"Hello, Mister Orenstein! I'm glad to see that you're out and about, despite your condition! I'd like to introduce you to my brothers: Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther! They've just recently emigrated from Scotland, so I've been showing them around! So, how have you been doing?"

@Professor_Wyvern
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If done violently, then maybe. Otherwise no, chemical bonds are made and broken by the billions inside of you as a natural part of living, this wouldn't be much different, except that all of your Iron is suddenly deciding to leave at the end of the reaction.


By all rights, it has little reason not to be violent. It is, after all, breaking every iron-based bond in the body. The energy released from such an act would certainly have an immediately noticeable and gruesome effect on its victim. If we're going to follow biology in the effect of this act, we should probably follow some semblance of physics in the definition of this act.
@Earnest Evans It's simple science. Oxygen binds to the iron in hemoglobin. Take the iron out and the blood can't hold any oxygen and the person will die of de-oxygenation.


So, you're implying that @Scarlet Angel94 can manipulate and undo atomic bonds? Wouldn't that kill the victim through the absurd force needed to separate the iron from the other proteins long before oxygen deprivation can set in?
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