Rosa's clinic

[Guest]

Rosa made a ponytail out of her hair with dark blue ribbon. It matched perfectly with her light blue dress. She felt really self-confident and like nothing could ruin her first day at the clinic. Rosa has always believed in colors and that's the reason why she chose blue dress today. Blue is calming color and if someone needs calming down and relaxing, it's the patients. "Oh! I have to hurry or I'll be late", she thought after giving a little peek on her clock.

Rosa secretly observed people while passing them by. That's what she's always doing when walking alone. Nothing serious though, she's just trying to get a little peak of someones persona, just for fun. All her diagnoses might be wrong, but who cares? As long as they're not her patients it's not harming anyone.

Finally she saw her clinic. Little white building in between few taller ones. But it was very pretty though or at least Rosa was very proud of it. She stepped on the little pathway which leads to the two big glass doors. Pathway is surrounded by little red roses. "I bet my customers like the smell of roses just as much as I do", she thought. She step inside and started to wait her first customer.

[Guest]

There was always something that bothered Nikolaus's subordinate in every way. Something that was said to be so tremendously hassling, to which saw fit towards a recommendation in getting to go to a mental health clinic. Seeing that there is an insatiable appetite of the carnal sorts for... dead corpses. Stuka did not want to go at first, but after insistence from his subordinate, he finally gave in, much to his chagrin.

But avast, seeing how his military uniform garners unwanted attention, Nikolaus settled for a set of slacks, a Hawaiian patterned red shirt, and a skipper's cap. Making his way to the mental psychiatry clinic or also known as, the place where you go because you were forced to. Especially so in the officer's case. As to cure an otherwise healthy habit, but in other circles slandered to be an 'affliction' of sorts. A shame really.

Henceforth, he made his way into the clinic, eyeing the particular establishment with a sort of dread. A most vibrant feeling of troublesome factors flowing thus. The glass door opened marking the entry of Nikolaus, as he walks up to Rosa, "You there! Girl! I take it you are the purveyor of the gray matter? I was told to go here by a friend... it seems I need your... analysis of the psyche. So to say."

[Guest]

Rosa was just reading an interesting book called "Anatomy of evil", when she suddenly raised her eyes from the book and saw a man walking toward her. She quickly searched right forms and checked herself from the mirror. The man stepped inside and said that his friend told him to come over. "So practically he was made to come here. I hope he still co-operates with me and doesn't make things up", Rosa mused and smilingly said to the man "Hello, I'm doctor Hill but you can call me Rosa."Rosa waited moment and opened her mouth again, "You just have to fill in your information in this form. Don't worry, just your name is necessary if you don't want to fill in all the details."

She guided her customer to follow her away from the lounge and they walked into a room which had a two sofas, bookshelf and table inside it. Room was really bright because of the huge window which allows light to flow in with all its might. "Feel free to sit down" Rosa said and smiled at her customer.
She took a good look at him "Muscular... about 30-40 years old.. Possibly working in a military due to his style of talking, loud and clear. His walking style also reminds me of army. And he didn't introduce himself, so I bet he maybe feels too important to do that or he otherwise feels like he's above me. Maybe narcissist? Oh well, whatever there is I find it out later."

Rosa leaned a little back in her chair and smoothly said "Now that were here, why don't you tell me why your friend wanted you to come here?" she paused for a second and continued "After that we're going to solve why you have that problem and I'm going to ask you to tell something about your childhood, because that's the most important time in development of human mind."

[Guest]

Rosa Hill, eh? Sounded like a stripper name to Nikolaus, that, or perhaps it was an alias, or maybe her parents genuinely had fancy names like that? Ah well. Nikolaus obliged, picking up a pen with his left hand, writing down his name on the forms required, missing his middle name though from what was required, as he left his parent's name blank. Quietly looking at the required part for the parental name, a hesitation, before deciding against writing it down anyways. Filling the rest with his occupation as a Chief of Security Affairs, as well as the other small trivial stuff about himself. Receiving Hill's rosy personality quite well, as he inclined a smile back to her own.

"Done, and done."

Afterwards, he follows the psychiatrist, a step at a time with large strides, careful and calculated. Following her into the room where all the mental analysis stuff, to which Nikolaus speculates, might be where a psychologist use their... great grasp of the psyche to unravel the mind's mysteries at a glance. Or so the stereotype he holds unto seem to be at most. Cold reading in other words.

Taking the option liberally, he seated himself down on the sofa, but without letting go of that tenseness present. A caution that seems to be consistent. Clearing his throat upon being asked about the 'problem' he has. Bah, it's not a problem! It's a healthy inclination!

"My 'friend' believes that pursuing lustful interests should not be pursued, oh no, she is quite the joykiller." He lets his talks settle into his attending psychologist, "What does it matter if I find dead corpses romantic? They don't exactly offer much resistance and are quite the obedient ones, I must say."

[Guest]

You could think that Rosa would be upset after hearing what was wrong with her customer. But she really wasn't. She felt like this is could be the most exiting psychological problem she has ever tried to solve. She just wanted to find out did Stuka lust dead people. It really isn't normal fetish for people to have.
"Okay. So you think it's easier to be with corpses than humans...and you dont see it as an problem but others do, am I correct?" She quickly looked at her customer and after that she returned to her memos. She thought of many things that might be the cause of his necrophilia. Something to do with childhood maybe. Well, everything has something to do with childhood. That was like a motto for Rosa.
"I want you to tell me something about your childhood with your own words. Good or bad memories, all information is important."

[Guest]

"Only one so far had the opportunity to know so far, besides yourself." Nikolaus corrected the younger woman in her presumptions of more being aware, a mistake so to say, "Not everyone knows, and I prefer it that way. The darkness is a soothing abode in this... instance."

He further relaxed into his seating, but methodically scanning his surrounding, the further she talked about his childhood would spark a sort of pause from him. Giving a sudden glare that met Rosa Hill for but a moment, before it softened up to his typically hearty and yet subtle Mona Lisa type smile.

"My childhood was under a... Father. He was always distant and observant, but he groomed me for success among my other... siblings, 'course, I wasn't the favorite child, but was just as important nonetheless. I was raised under his own specifications, among my other family members, and we all were the obedient ones, oh yes indeed we are. When Father wasn't around, I was under the care of substitute foster parents, whom had taught me quite well." A long explanation was given, short and concise, "A childhood spent damn good."

[Guest]

Rosa made memos while listening his story. His father was clearly very authoritative and he had siblings. But he didn't mention his mother. Rosa was also quite astonished about the fact that he had substitute parents besides father. "Okay, so mmmm.... Maybe he didn't knew his mother at all. Or they're just not in touch with each other. And what are those specifications he mentioned?" Rosa wrote down all the questions in her mind. But she didn't forget to watch her customer's gestures. She wanted to see if his talk had any affect on his signs. And of course she didn't want to miss any signs of lying. It wasn't that she wouldn't trust him, but just to make it sure that he wouldn't lie without her knowing about it.

"You're father was distant but you had siblings and substitute foster parents. But I couldn't help noticing that you didn't mention your mother. Do say if you don't want to talk about her, but it would be nice to know something about your mother. I mean if you knew her. And would you tell me more about your foster parents" she took a quiet brief and continued "And I may already say, that your father's distant behavior may have one of the things causing your necrophilia."

[Guest]

Oh, mother. Right, he should've made up a story about that, seeing how... there was a rather lacking in that. And instead of parents, it was more of syringes, and doctors, and whatnot concerning a controlled environment. For now, he assumed the best face at it, reminding himself that he is a purple hippo that's nine feet tall, and with an absurdly dull grip like a certain Xingman. All in proper tuning of assuming the liar's mantra -- one without a hint of it as he was trained to do.

"My mother and I weren't on the best of terms, as you see, she is deader than dead." He says in a hoarse tone, nothing exaggerated or showing in hoarseness, but subtle in tone and quite flowing as well, a general apathy, "Necrophilia is quite the harsh term you see, I prefer you call it, healthy relationship with the unobjectionable. But FINE, we'll do it YOUR way. How are you planning on 'curing' this?"

[Guest]

Rosa noticed that mother wasn't the easiest subject to talk but she didn't catch any signs of lying. So he was telling the truth or he was extremely subtle in the art of lying that she couldn't notice it at all. Then she saw that Stuka sounded a little bit upset about the terms she was using. "I'm sorry, I wont use that term anymore", she said and smiled delicately.
"And what comes about curing you, it isn't as easy as when you have a headache. Curing takes time and there isn't any medicine that will cure you right away. There might be a possibility that you will never be cured if you really don't want to." Rosa took a moment of silence just to make sure she chose all the right words. "But if you really want to change, you have to go deep inside yourself and do some serious thinking. I can give you my opinions, but in the end it all depends on you. My view in this is that your father's distant behavior added with missing a mother may have caused your romantic lust for corpses. You didn't experience your parents affection and that made you to reject ideas of love. Also, you want to be the leader of the situation, so that no one could turn you down or hurt your feelings. But that's only my opinion so far."

[Guest]

He was dead silent from the statements that barraged his ears, those statements, made by that frail psychologist. That somehow neither battles, nor the abominable, could make Nikolaus even brood over such things as much as truths, or perhaps hard questions, that made him if anything, scowl mightily hard. What happened? Why did such simple opinions sting like this? No, this was nothing ordinary. For the first time in his life, a sudden sense of frailness for all the strength he attained... surfaced.

"Ah, I understand." His head dropped its gaze downwards, barren of any feelings at this moment, merely apathetic to everything around him, it all dimmed into a metaphorical black and white of sorts for the blonde man, "Well then, what should I really think about? Should I just... eugh... indulge in a relationship with the breathing and alive type of people? Is that all it takes to treat this 'condition' I have in me, eh Rosa?"

[Guest]

There was silence in the room. Stuka looked more upset than Rosa could have predicted. But it's always shocking when the mirrors of self-deception shows it's cracks. Her customer gazed downwards. He asked questions which Rosa already waited to hear.
"You should think about all kinds of things and observe feelings that your thoughts cause. And what's important, you should keep an eye on a cause for those feelings. You should also discuss with someone about those thoughts. It might also help to keep diary, because you can look back your thoughts and think over that situation which caused them." She took an eye contact with her customer and waited him to digest all the things that she just said. "And I'm not saying that you should have relationships with living people right away. You should make those relationships little by little, so you could get used to it. Rush isn't good thing to do in this kind of situations." And now to make short wrap up she added "So, I think you should keep diary and come again to discuss about your childhood and your feelings. But the decision is up to you. Do you want to make a new appointment?" Rosa smiled to him and wished him to come again because she saw in him a great potential to be cured.

[Guest]

The doctor was certainly wise, oh yes she was. But then again, that wisdom was begotten by perhaps a guessed inclination towards education, and maybe a dose of her own self-curiousity, as Nikolaus muses about. Perhaps this temporary melancholy faded but in a blink, retaining that vibrant vitality he assumed so much earlier.

He helped himself off the sofa after that brief but rather well explained aspects of the psyche he seems to be receiving well. Yes, all in the name of improvement, and in the name of getting wasteful strife that he does this. Stretching his long legs with a simple flex.

A form of rejuvenation basked within his mortal form, perhaps a lingering hope? Or was it just plain out old another day solved and he could get back to doing whatever it is he does with his time? Oh the compendium and woe is this psyche of his, a myriad of randomness not to be read quite... well.

He walked over to the door, and looked over his shoulder, "I'd like that, we'll have another appointment whenever you're available, Miss Hill, I'll phone you when that time comes." Amestrian in a softer tone passed the psychiatrist ears with a rare smile so unbecoming his face, "It has been a pleasure sitting with you, but now if you'll excuse me... I have a city to manage. State security and all."

With these words, he no longer gave a moment of his time in the clinic. Finding himself out of the place, and happening back to his post for whichever endeavor he would wish towards.

[EXIT]

[Murazar Dauthi]

{For shits and giggles}

Murazar a few minutes after Niko was conviently gone and had not noticed him arrived at the rather odd to him anyway clinic. After all he was reccommended by a group of people that worked for him directly that sent him here for a free first trip that would hopefully let some of his more obvious tension off. He looked around and frowned, he decided to keep the frown semi-permanent at least at the moment before entering.

He was dressed in a simple all white suit, no weapons on his person and he made the alchemical symbols obvious. This time he left gurthang in the hotel room hidden with his belongings. He walked on in and looked around before walking up to a desk that had a little young lady behind it. It seemed more like a signup area and waiting room before therapy began. He shivered at the word mentally. It sounded like death to him.

He looked at her, his eyes waiting to find hers before he stared into what he'd like to believe her soul. He made his voice cold, hardened, and yet smooth like granite. He was Soul Catcher. He spoke in that voice,"I'm here for a preset first appointment. Murazar Dauthi, the Soul Catcher alchemist. We can talk of any biographical information later."

He was like a true professional. He also didn't want to give his rank or titles to her out in the open. It was an OPSEC security problem to just confirm someones hit on him as a target, eh? The screaming continued in his head, like a melody.

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