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Post by darkblade on Feb 5, 2018 4:34:37 GMT
Alicia, for better or worse, got her explanation. Of course, given his explanation, he wasn't overly worried about the redhead falling back into the mechanical form - it would take a lot higher of an emotional trigger than 'something that might have happened - but the expression on Alicia's face did give Mikemon a small bit of guilt, as he pressed on with his explanation.
Fortunately, she seemed more-or-less receptive and understanding of the situation. Hearing about her first evolution, the Mikemon gave a nod: "Most likely at that point, your distressed body automatically tapped into whatever it could to survive. Since you were already familiar with using spirits, it was simple enough for you to take that form, and..." He stopped there, knowing it was an uncomfortable topic for her.
And hearing about her urge to be normal again, the cat gave a blink. He listened, hearing about the totem... and how the Chaosdramon had implanted a 'part' of herself inside the totem. The cat's eyes flared up, briefly, at that word. He was 'wrong' about the totem not being herself.
"... To be fair, I didn't tell you that because it true or wasn't true. If something went wrong and the totem tried to take control of you, that thought might have been the one thing to stall it. Left uncontested, well, I likely would have joined that mess of data..." He coughed, quickly moving to change the topic. "You should be able to use the form normally, but again, wait for the D-Tector. As it stands, any rampage you would go on would be your own volition."
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 12, 2018 0:47:21 GMT
Alicia looked away from the cat and sighed softly. “... Yeah... that sounds about right...” It certainly felt like that was what had happened. Her own inclinations regarding what to do in such a scenario had not helped in such a way. “I assume you’re only versed in the practical elements of medicine?” she quipped with a harsh, sarcastic laugh. And she didn’t exactly plan to explain why she asked such a random question without being prompted, should the cat be interested.
She knew too well that she wasn’t really well, beyond the whole limb mutation thing. There was something still very seriously wrong with her. Specifically, something was wrong with her mind. Something that also might never be truly resolved. She wasn’t sure which had better odds, yanking the blasted spirit out of her code, or mending the damage to her psyche...
“Oh...” she answered softly to Mikemon’s explanation, leaving it at that. “I’ll try to not use it too much... And certainly not in a situation of high stress. I’ll rely on my other options of the same level over using it if I can help it. And... yeah, no, I’ve done enough damage for one life time. I’d prefer to not ever go that crazy ever again.”
Shaking her head, she sighed, fixing a side glance on the Mikemon. “Alright... so... what else needs to be done? Even for everything that’s happened, I feel like that’s not the end of my issues.”
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Post by darkblade on Feb 12, 2018 4:44:08 GMT
"That depends, is this what you consider 'practical elements of medicine'?" The Mikemon's own chuckle joined Alicia's sarcastic laugh, followed by a light explanation: "Those in the Digital World who understand human phisiology are rare. On top of that, those who know the ins-and-outs of both spirits and tamers are far and few between." Was that why she asked - did she think he only dealt with the fringe, her speaking sarcastically?
Or was it a call for help in a different manner? Working through the inside compartment of the mechanical leg, the Mikemon had quite a lot of time to idly think through that, even as Alicia gave her assurance that she woudln't use the form unless she had to. "... If you don't mind me asking, what 'element' of medicine are you looking for? I know quite a few references, so I may be able to help in that regard..."
Past that, what was there left to do? Her data was stable, and in about an hour's time, her leg would be up to par with her arm. Mulling over the thought in his head, the doctor gave his reply: "I'm holding you here overnight, for observation, to make sure that your data remains stable. And until your D-Tector is retrieved, I don't believe you should venture outside of Whitewater." The first was a 'Doctor's order', and the second was said as a strong recommendation. "You can stay up to a week, if you feel its necessary. Digimon tend to pop right back up after a few hours, but... well, unfortunately, its not the same case for humans. If anything else hurts more than a 'four', you should be telling me right now."
That aside, Dr. Mikemon gave a nod. "I'll be one call button away, don't worry."
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 24, 2018 0:05:08 GMT
“Ah... I guess I forgot that bit...” Alicia mused softly as Mikemon reminded her of some key details. “Yeah, a Digimon knowing how to treat issues in a human is pretty out there...” Shaking her head she slumped a bit, closing her eyes as she mulled over what little she did know about her problems. On one hand the old adage went that if you could think that you were crazy, you probably weren’t. On the other... she knew herself well. Without some kind of threat to the life of those she cared about, she would’ve never done...
“Psychological help... after all this is taken care of, that’s what I’ll need most...” she answered the Mikemon’s question after some hesitation. Certainly understandable. It was already difficult enough to admit something is wrong with your mind. It’s even harder still when you know that the situation is one that can turn volatile if handled improperly. “Though I’m not even sure how much that would help, given what I felt happen...”
Of course there was the standard issue response of wanting to hold the patient for further observation, nothing unusual there. Hers was a strange case, of course he would want to keep a close eye on her to make sure nothing suddenly goes wrong. And indeed, without her digivice, traveling was very much out of the question. She could defend herself still, though. But at what cost? What hell would she incur if she did act in her own defense? She shuddered to think of it, and as a result shoved any further thought on the topic to the side.
“Honestly, I’m not too bad off anymore. Certainly still... how to say... ‘tender’ but not impaired in any significant way. It’s just a good idea to stick around a while longer. And ordered, of course.” Alicia commented, biting her lip. Now that he’d reminded her of it, ever since she’d gotten her D-Scanner she’d bounced back frighteningly quickly from even serious injuries. One such injury that would’ve left another human potentially bedridden for weeks only required her to stay down for a couple days and take it easy. And this was turning out to be a similar situation. Significantly injured and yet she was recovering quite rapidly.
More marks on her concerns about what she actually counted as nowadays. Perhaps the doctor would notice how her expression twisted with frustration and worry...
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Post by darkblade on Feb 24, 2018 2:43:08 GMT
"You call it 'out there', I'll call it 'filling a need'." Giving a wink and a small chuckle back to Alicia, the doctor soon settled back into his professional state. The girl was asking for help, and as the human mentioned she needed psychological treatment, the doctor gave a nod without losing a single beat:
"Sure. I know a few - Guru, a contact or two in the Empyrian Skies, and... yeah, there's some in Whitewater itself I could refer you to." Alicia's hesitation wasn't surprising, and Mikemon's professional answer was equally normal: after all, Alicia's situation was unique, and what kind of doctor would even hesitate to try and provide that sort of help for a patient? Hearing that last bit, Mikemon gave a sigh: "You won't be the first or the last to be taken over by a spirit totem, or have your species' line turned into another. The only thing unique about your case is that you're human."
True enough, but that made it interesting all the same: continuing to work through that leg, he listened as Alicia answered his unspoken query: sure, she hurt, but nothing stuck out as bad as it did when she first came back into the room. It was honestly remarkable how well she was handling her transformed limbs... and had those wounds closed up just a bit more since he started? Well, actually, that could have just been the effects of the Heaven's Elixir still flowing through her veins. "Mm..."
Well, there was little to be done about it. Aside from a few comments about the leg itself, the next hour or so would slip by without too many problems. It was a long ordeal from start to finish - in fact, a full three hours and thirty minutes, from securing the totem to finishing up - but, with a tired sigh, he'd finally close the hatch on that leg.
"Alright... short checklist, then." Mikemon gave a nod, tapping at the case: "I need to get you one of these so you can maintain those limbs yourself... and... a fresh set of clothes would probably help."
Well, it would be better than the simple 'patients gown' Alicia was wearing at the moment. Come to think of it, she was probably dragged here in a rush - aside from the D-Tector, the spirit user didn't even have her bag!
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Post by Alicia Westfield on Feb 28, 2018 22:27:22 GMT
The bearer of steel sighed to herself, smiling as she knew she couldn’t really argue with the Mikemon on that front. Nor did she want to. Given everything he said about her condition, she would’ve been a right goner if he wasn’t around, as would Mitsuko and probably Isaac as well. Fortunately he was quite the professional, taking in her call for help without even a stutter.
“I think I should probably stay away from the Empyrian Skies. Haven’t been there myself but I just get this feeling I wouldn’t be all that welcome, given exactly which Beast Totem is fused with my data...” she commented off hand. So much darkness, so much pain, so much rage... She shook her head at that, biting her lip. And it seemed he misunderstood what exactly she was talking about. Completely fair, she was being extremely vague and there were other, more readily present factors that fit that vagueness.
The truth was that her ‘snapping’ was not just metaphorical. If the monster in her mind that she had to chain down and lock up was any indication, she was suffering something like a very distinct and pronounced multiple personality disorder, or perhaps an extreme case of bipolarity. Put simply, right now she was fractured. There were two ‘Alicias’, her normal self that was shown now and... the hybridized monster inhabiting the totem she was fused with, who absorbed the majority of her ability to hate and display rage who would go stronger as she was in situations that could provoke such emotions.
She decided to keep that to herself for the moment, even as she bit her lower lip. “Right...” she mused, nodding at the note of the checklist. “And those would help. If push comes to shove though, as soon as I get my digivice back I can just open a portal into my house from here, go and get changed, and maybe come back if you or the psychiatrist you refer me to still want to keep an eye on me or something...” It would be a bit frustrating having to wait that long, yes, but that was an option available to them.
“I just... hope that guy comes to drop it off soon. I’ve never felt so alone, having Sol and Kisara around practically 24/7...” And then gets out of dodge quick, if his and Mikemon’s shouting match earlier implied anything about what kind of guy he was.
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