@Quintessence_: Alexandra stepped out of her office wearing a black pencil skirt, a red satin blouse and matching pumps. "Hello, I'm Dr. Steele. Would you like to come inside?" She raised her eyebrows toward the newcomer and indicated the door to her office.
@Quintessence_: "Ah, yes. Mr. Karaii. Well, I appreciate you coming in to see me. I take it that this wasn't your idea. I'll try to make this painless." She smiled sweetly. "You may have a seat anywhere you'd like." The doctor sat herself in her chair, brushing her back her soft, blonde locks and clearing her throat.
@Quintessence_: "I can understand your... dislike of the treatment. But sometimes toned down can be healthier than the extremes." She held up the pill bottle. "It also helps to take the proper dosage at the right time. But I don't want to grill you on things you've already heard before. I'd prefer to know more about you." She tossed back the bottle. "Bipolar disorder... life has dealt you a rough hand. How do you deal with it aside from the meds?"
@Quintessence_: "Really?" She raised her eyebrows and leaned forward with intense interest. "That sounds absolutely fascinating. But as a psychiatrist, I can imagine humanity doesn't seem worthy. However, Mr. Karaii, heroism is less about others, and more about you." The doctor gave a small smile.
@The Psyentist: "Yeah, I don't hurt people." There's a certain light behind his eyes now. He's started to talk about one of his passions, and his foul mood is vanishing. "And I can control it pretty well. I don't shoot eye beams or anything, not usually anyway. Though I can't fly most of the time either, which sucks."
@Quintessence_: "I can imagine flying is convenient. And you are fortunate in that. Many of the metahumans who come through my office can't control their abilities. As you can imagine, that is a very dangerous affair. So, you don't hurt people, but you don't always save them. How do you feel when you do save people, using your powers for a purpose?"
Angel walks in to the waiting room with a look of reluctance on his face, He looks over at the dripping water cooler and over at the chairs. "I'm bored already"
Angel sits down on the comfortable chair and flips through the magazines on the coffee table "Home and living, Home Styles, Your Home and You, Cooking at Home,I should have brought something from home"
Angel rests his head back in the chair and closes his eyes.
@Quintessence_: "Maybe you aren't looking hard enough... evil lurks in the most usual places." Alexandra grinned. "Have you considered joining a team?"
@AmazingAngel: "What would you prefer?" Alexandra leaned on her doorway. "Be careful how you answer. I'm trained in psychotherapy." The doctor smirked. "I'm Dr. Steele. Can I help you?" She stepped forward in her black, patent leather pumps.
@The Psyentist: "Trained in psychotherapy huh, so if I request anything with fast cars of yachts I'm overcompensating for a small peep, anything with video games and I'm a violent sociopath and I don't even want to know what you'd think about me requesting a pro wrestling and bodybuilding magazine."
Angel stood to his feet and approached the doctor, "I just want some help with a recurring dream I've been having, no oedipus complexes, no Freudian super ego's and no role playing cops and prisoners like you guys seem to love." Angel smirked and tilted his head, taking off his sunglasses. He sat back down to the chair and picked up a magazine with the title 'Small Cars and Modest Houses Monthly' He crossed his legs and rested the magazine on his lap looking back at the doctor.
@DarkKnightDetective: "Au contrair. Being open shows one has no weaknesses. People who hold back, who hide are the ones who are afraid that someone will find some flaw and exploit it."
@AmazingAngel: Alexandra laughed. "Something like that." She winked. "Well, we can discuss the dream." She raised a finger, her red lips curling into a smile. "I'd like to think I'm in a class of my own. Now, tell me about this dream. But first, do you have a name?" She sat down in the chair at the center of her office.
@The Psyentist: "But I have flaws, that's why I must hide them. Take secret identities as a example, they all know who each other is except for who I am, If any of them is telepathically attacked and their identities are leaked, they don't just put themselves and their families at risk, they also put the others' families at risk."
@DarkKnightDetective: "Of course, but if you're going to play the "what if" game, a telepath could assault you and reveal you identity. Risk is part of life, part of all attachments." Alexandra leaned forward, her hair falling around her face as she looked at him intently. "I've treated humans and metahumans alike. Part of mental health is attachment and vulnerability. Your comrades suggested you be more open because they care about you. They like what little you've shown of yourself. They trust you, they want you to trust them."
@DarkKnightDetective: Alexandra smirked, quite satisfied with this newfound knowledge. Devices could be easily bypassed when their existence was known. "You keep your suit on all the time? Damn shame." She turned her head. "Prepare for fear? Do you know much of the concept? Risk is only fear-arousing when fear is already present. Those who do not have fear can afford to take risks."