@DarkKnightDetective: Alexandra smirked. "Maybe, maybe not. Worried you might have competition in the tall, dark and handsome categories?"
@DarkKnightDetective: "Hm. Alright." She clapped her hands together. "So, from what you seem to have told me, you are ready for everything and thus nearly invincible, and yet you won't let your guard down or identity be known to those who care the most for you. Sound right?"
@DarkKnightDetective: "In that case, you can either yield to your friends and show them a little warmth and affection... or you can keep going with your brooding vigilante schtick. I'm just a therapist. I certainly can't make you change for their wishes."
@DarkKnightDetective: "Just be real. Be yourself. As I'm sure you know, the mask is more than just that thing on your face. A kind word, a tender touch, honesty, genuine interest, and acceptance are all little ways of being affectionate. When they ask you to open up to them... try it. Maybe not all the way if you think it could compromise you or another, just be open to some degree."
@The Psyentist: "Call me Angel, I had another name once but I changed it" Angel looked at the chair analysing what would be the best way to sit in it, He sat down shimmying and trying to get comfortable.
"Okay yeah my dream, I'm standing in space, a huge white star almost right above me but not burning me, I'm standing across from this metal tyrant with a pointy, disfigured face and a green cloak, In the dream I think of him as a threat so I attack but nothing happens, so I explode and that's when I wake up."
Angel ends the story and makes eye contact with the Psychiatrist, squinting his eyes almost suspiciously "Any thoughts".
@AmazingAngel: "Well, Angel, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She smiled broadly, her pearly teeth in stark contrast to her blood red lips. "Hm." The lovely doctor leaned back into her chair, exhaling a cool breath through her nose. "Does anything in the dream seem familiar? Do you think it means anything? Does the dream trouble you?" Xandra crossed her legs, adjusting her skirt accordingly. "I apologize for the barrage of questions, but my job is less about interpreting situations and more about understanding perspectives."
@The Psyentist: He jumps out of the window and disappears in the darkness.
This is how I end all my doctors appointments.
Hm. I go to enough, I should try that sometime. I'm sure my psychiatrist would get a kick out of it.
@The Psyentist: Angel nods his head, "I know it's your job to pry, I'm not adverse to interrogations myself.", He stretches and leans back in his chair rolling his head around,
"I'm not bored or anything I've just had a late night and this is what I'd call an early morning with this little sleep, Anyway my dream, I remember this dream like a memory I'm living through again but I don't care about that part, I'm more interested in your thoughts on the metal dude."
Angel leans forward to the edge of his seat and rests his head on one hand.
@AmazingAngel: "Like a memory... the simple answer is it's just a dream. The man in the metal suit is just a figment of your imagination. You thought in the dream that he was a threat. He could be analogous to some person or situation in your own life. I have known some clients to have prophetic dreams or dreams where they are visited by entities able to access dreams. For now, it might be more helpful to examine the former. Has anyone or anything caused your perplexity or fear since you've started having the dream?"
@The Psyentist: (Exhales loudly) "Okay I was going to parade around the subject just a little bit longer but I'm gonna cut that down just a tad, This is not about a dream the thing I'm talking about happened, now do you do that doctor patient confidentiality thing." He leans back and diabolically puts his fingers together. "Because I know who you are and if you're going to be a shrink I'll fess up to who I am."
@The Psyentist: A smirk crosses the face of Angel "I'm so glad you asked" He takes a stick the size of a toothpick out oh his pocket. "You see this toothpick, It is a magical enchanted staff that can extend to any length, width and is indestructible, I have a magical flare gun which I decided not to bring today, armour and a motorcycle all holy items which when I use, I become a superhero, which I'm pretty sure is about ninety percent of your cliental."
Angel intentionally left a long gap in speech so that the shrink could take in everything he said,"Yep and I know you, that you know the man I did battle with in my 'dream' and thats where we reach the impasse because, I know it's your job to ask the questions but I was wondering if I could ask a few, so how does that make you feel?" Angel said with the accompanying gestures.
@AmazingAngel: Alexandra pursed her lips as she listed, nodding occasionally. "Yes, I frequently have superhero sorts some through here. I can't see into your mind to know if I have met this metal man in your dream. How would you know that I have?" She paused and looked intently at Angel. "Are you even here for therapeutic reasons?"
@DarkKnightDetective: The doctor poked her head out from her doorway to see a client in the waiting room. "Hello, would you like to come inside?" She stepped outside, motioning for the man to enter. Her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to place his face.
@DarkKnightDetective: Alexandra smiled at the gesture. "I'm Dr. Steele. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Press. Have a seat anywhere." She indicated the seating in her office before sitting down herself. "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Mr. Press... what is it you do at Press Industries?"
@The Psyentist: A sly smile crossed Angel's face almost like he was happy about the meeting, "Well when you think about it could therapy, theirs something I'm having trouble doing and I'm hoping this meeting helps me out with that."
"Now have you ever heard about a place called Elysia" Angel sits back and casually taps on the arm of the chair,"And if I learn a little be more about that place maybe I'll remember the dream where I'm naked in a rice field, running away from a giant dragon with Tom Selleck's moustache".
@AmazingAngel: "Well, alright then." She placed her feet flat on the floor, smoothing down her pencil skirt, her back arched forward in her chair. "Yes, I have heard of a place called Elysia, a lovely country under the leadership of the one known as Warsman. He's the man you are referring to, I assume." She completely ignored the ridiculousness of the dragon with a mustache.
@DarkKnightDetective: She nodded, familiar with the company. "Does that keep you busy? Are you satisfied with your current occupation?"
@The Psyentist: "Oh I thought you might, now about that 'dream' the first one not the one I just made up, you see that happened and I'm still here but that's not what I want, I want anyone who is that much of threat the universe taken out and I know I'm not the first to try, I'm not the only one trying but I like a challenge and if I can save the galaxy while I do it that kind of helps out, I have a compulsive need to win and be the hero but to do that I need I tiny bit of info that you have on the metal menace."
"Maybe after that we can delve into my unconscious, because if I don't get any shrinking I'm gonna feel like I wasted a perfectly good coupon, because it was this or paintball."
@DarkKnightDetective: "What about hobbies? Have any interesting past times, Mr. Press?"
@AmazingAngel: "I'm afraid I have very little information on Warsman that would be of use to you. If you decide to go up against him... you certainly have your work cut out for you, I can say that much. Most heroes who come through here have an intense desire to stop evil. Sadly, some become corrupted or burnt out on their quest for justice. Don't let this pursuit consume all of you. Take a break, spend time with loved ones."