The Psychiatric Office of Dr. Steele (CVnU)

@sora_thekey: Alexandra looked up from her desk, her eyebrows knitting as her head was pulled back by the unsettling proximity. "Yes, I believe it says so on the door. What can I do for you."

@nerx: "I suppose I did... you're with the, um, catering agency or whatever it is referred to?"

@killer_rabbit: She took the envelope. "Hm. Maybe you should have checked before handing it to me. But of course. Come back if you think my services can be of assistance."

@the_psyentist: "Gulch & Gatherer. We enterprise on specialty foods"

@nerx: "Ah, yes." The doctor smiled.

@the_psyentist: "I just came here for a survey based on food preferences"

@nerx: "Oh?" Her brows raised.

@the_psyentist: "Since we will be working as your institution's catering services we will conduct surveys so we can better feed your faculty and student bodies with dishes that appropriate on their nutritional needs. So what is your favorite blood type?"

@nerx: She pursed her lips. "Most people are unaware of my unusual preferences, so I would appreciate if this was kept confidential. However, I have not noticed much of a difference in the taste of the different blood types. I prefer metahuman blood for variation, but not knowing what I am ingesting can be dangerous."

@the_psyentist:

He smiles at her reaction

"As with all my clients I keep their confidentiality as the highest priority, some of us enjoy the flesh of naughty children while others simply quench on blood. Metahuman blood is a commodity that we can prepare for you, as for the type what kinds of meta blood can you ingest?since they do have a rich variation"

@the_psyentist: The alien female tapped at the door while waiting for a reply in the waiting room.

@nerx: "Well, I prefer to hunt and get it straight from the tap... so to speak. But I'm desperately trying to reform my ways for the sake of propriety. I'd have to ask that any blood you procure for me or my students be done in a humane way. I haven't really found a blood that I haven't been able to ingest. I haven't tried to eat many spiritual sorts, I don't know if they even have blood." She shrugged.

@celtic: Alexandra opened the door and looked out. "Well, hello. I'm Dr. Steele. I assume you have an appointment?"

@the_psyentist: He seemed perplexed by the sudden rejection. After noticing her obvious discomfort he tried to explain:"Alex, it's me! Are you okay?"The man decides to sit across the doctor's desk and create some space between the two.

@the_psyentist:

He shows her a page from a set of documents

"Well it depends dear, I have seen personally some wayward elder vampires trying to drink some blood with inherent wrongness inside them. Once I had to scoop up a sanguine after her episode of binge drinking, it wasn't nice but her meat made a nice dish for some ogres. Some blood have properties that are lethal, say blood that converted matter to flame or even blood that can make organisms detonate at atomic level. As you can see the blood we provide is given straight from our human processing plants, they are as human as those saps would treat their chicken."

@the_psyentist: Hi Miss I-Forgot-what-your-name-is!

Sorry I slipped away the last time! While I was at the C.R.

AH Got An emergency Call. Just Dropped By to say something.

@the_psyentist: the alien replied with a quiet nod.

@the_psyentist:

Zaniel sits down, for the third time in the room. Not nervous at-all this time. Sitting quietly. Waiting.

@celtic: "Very well. Please, come inside." She motioned for her to ender her office.

@underdogz: Hm?

@sora_thekey: Her eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, I don't think I recall."

@zaniel: Alexandra stepped from her office. "Oh, good day, Zaniel. Please come in." She smiled at the angel.

@nerx: "Well, I suppose it is rather ironic considering how they treat animals in slaughterhouses."

@the_psyentist: Zaniel smiled back as he gracefully walked into the room, pulling open a chair he sat down, he interlocked his fingers as he spoke "Hello" He nodded respectfully "I came bearing a question...Also, remember I talked to you and...I said I may need to find a new life?...I may be able to retain my old life, and my new...the question however" He stretched his arms behind his back then folded his arms "Revenge...Yay or nay..." He gave a simple question, no context, he had his reasons.

@the_psyentist: After an answer as distant as that the man wondered what to do next."Oh no, I must've done it again"he said under his breath."Wait, you are Alex Steele here too right?" He got closer again."You are the--um, the 'supernatural shrink' right?"

@the_psyentist:

"Humans are no different from those animals in a purely biological standpoint, they just define and make excuses to elevate themselves into a higher standing"

"rest assured that our methods are humane"

@the_psyentist: Well I guess I gots to go The Werld needs me! SEE YAH!!!

@sora_thekey: "I AM Dr. Alexandra Steele, and I do treat super humans." She blinked. "What do you mean 'here too?'"

@nerx: "Which is why it is still socially unacceptable for me to drink blood that has not been given with consent."

@zaniel: Alexandra nodded. "Yes? Any decision?"

(Sorry guys, haven't been feeling well, and have been busy with other things.)

@the_psyentist: "Would you like blood substitutes then? or better yet I can get people with disabilities in the mind whereas consent is a flimsy term"

@the_psyentist: News of the unfortunate resurrection of the Metahuman Registration Act has strongly captured the Charismatic Catalan's attention, instinctively prompting him to oppose what he believes to be injustice and oppression. Seeking to gather as many potential allies as possible, the intellectual aristocrat decides to approach the Hellfire Academy's headmistress. Perfectly fitted into a luxurious white, tieless Ermenegildo Zegna suit accompanied by a lavish, inner black dress shirt, Andres, with characteristic poise and postured class enters the familiar office of the White Queen. Calmly closing the door behind him, his left hand fitted into his stylish pants' left pocket, he begins, "Alexandra, tis been a while". Utilizing the implanted, technologically sophisticated zepto-supercomputers in his brain to search through his Mente de Dios system, recovering memories that strongly suggest Alexandra's hatred for the Metahuman Registration Act. "Have you heard of the registration act?", he asked, "It has resurfaced. I will be straight to the point with you. I intend to oppose it, but I will need help. If you are willing to help, contact me. I'm certain you know how", a smile of perfectly blended charisma and politeness forming, "Adios", casting a farewell wink before departing, off to gather any potential allies.

@the_psyentist:

Then, the man said under his breath, "how do I explain this?". After organizing his thoughts he finally said: "Please don't freak out... My name is Zach Theo. I am, what you call, a dimension jumper and where I come from we are married." He paused for a moment to see her reaction...

(Hope you're feeling better.)

@the_psyentist: Marcus wandered once more into the "good" doctor's office, still heedless of her warnings otherwise, and made his way over to her desk. He slowly lowered himself down into the seat, propped his feet up on the desk, lowered his hat down over his eyes, and settled in to wait for her to show up. He had quite a bit on his mind and he was tired of having to talk it out with just Artemis and himself. The way he figured it, Alexandra was paid to listen to other people's thoughts anyway. At least he would be talking to another living being here.

We had a thing, for a moment.

Arriving at the large office building situated in his premier stomping ground, L.A., Milo's mind was flooded with memories of the past. His humble beginnings as a mercenary and the many people he encountered during his misadventures up unto the crash in Japan that led him right to the Reisho Monastery. Fond memories of the Magistra of the Mind, Alexandra Steele were the last to surface before his focus was brought back to the fore front of his consciousness. Stepping beyond the glass door swung ajar by a rather expedient businessman making his exit Milo, dressed in the Keijijo robes and bejeweled crown of the king atop his head moved past the receptionist without a word and made his way to the office of Ms. Steele. As he sauntered forward the receptionist attempted to intercept his advance and yet the moment she met his steely gaze she was mesmerized. Without word she took a seat, her blank facial expression dissipated only after the Bravehart was gone.

A soft knock could be heard at Alexandra's door, and Milo promptly waited to be allowed entrance out of respect for the doctor's practice. Privacy was one of the few luxuries this world could afford, and Milo would not deny anyone such a thing.

This, I remember this.

@tranquil: Alexandra finished writing down the notes from her previous patient, the pen scrawling into the papers before her until a knock averted her attention. Her icy blue eyes gazed upward toward the door. "Come." Her delicate fingers closed the file, picking it up into her hands, rising to her feet. With the soft clack of heels, the doctor made her way to her file cabinet, the door opening without a touch as she gazed upon it, her from stooping to restore the manilla binder to it's place in meticulous order.

@the_psyentist"Dr. Steele, its been awhile since I've had the pleasure of meeting with you in person. I would've scheduled an appointment but I wasn't sure how much time I'd have on my hands to wait," Milo casually stated as it strode inside, taking a seat in front of her desk as the doctor perused through a myriad of documentation. "Firstly, how have you been? That daughter of yours must be quite a handful."

@tranquil: Closing the drawer, Xandra was aware of the familiar presence, a small smile forming on her scarlet lips as she rose to her full height and turned. "Milo. Well, it certainly has been a while. We haven't taked since your own progeny was involved." She sat her supple form upon her chair, legs folding behind her desk as she surveyed the old acquaintance. "Life has been busy. There have been some emotional turns. Sophia is still getting into mischief, I'm afraid. Always the source of my greatest emotional upheaval. What brings you here, Milo?"

@the_psyentist: His rather laxed positioning in the chair caused the crown to tilt forward ever so slightly, as the ruby situated at the forefront reflected the ostentatious beams of light protruding from the rather large glass window behind the doctor. "An idea, or better yet a vision. A vision of a world much unlike the one we live in now. I intend to bring about great change, nation by nation. I have come here to convince you to aid me in this endeavor because before there can be creation, there must be destruction. I will wage a true world war and I will be victorious. Those aligned with me will bask in the fruits of their labor, and the others..." Milo's focused gaze shifted away from Alexandra for a moment then returned rapidly for dramatic effect. "Will perish."

@tranquil: Xandra bit down on a luscious red lip to stifle an amused smile. "Why the sudden desire to ensnare the world, Milo? Has the squalor finally disgusted you enough to provoke such a momentous change? I'm curious as to your motivations, information I'll require before saying one way or the other regarding my aid. I must know that crown does not rest too tightly about that rather large head of yours." She smirked.

@the_psyentist: His eyes drifted up at the mention of the crown, something he only wore when within the states, a part of him revelling the adoration that came with his newfound fame. No longer was he remembered as the man who was crucified on his own island. "These eyes see things that most men could not comprehend nor contemplate. I have seen time flow both forward and back, and the information is enlightening. Thusly, I was compelled to devise a plan in which this planet reaches its most favorable place in the universe, the top. But this goal cannot be reached without change."

@tranquil: A low chuckle reverberated within her. "A proper knowledge of time as well as an understanding of the universe at large might cause some to see the ultimate futility of such a change." A finger reached out to shift the position of a pen on her desk. "But I am still not sold. Just what sort of institutional changes does your esoteric mind conceive, Milo?"

@the_psyentist: "The militarization of this planet, as well as the colonization of this solar system would allow for much easier methods of managing populations and supply and demand chains. Through development on other planets our branches of study can be given more focus and allow us to facilitate the growth of specialists without the demand of broad knowledge for mere survivability. But your expectations are out of place Alexandra. I will not reveal my true plan for conquest to someone whose allegiance I have not gained. Until I know you are not my enemy, you will have to remain in the darkness."

@tranquil: "Oh, I did not ask your methods only your end results." She folded her hands cooly upon her lap. "Hm. Any coaxing to get these humans to expand beyond their own planet for resources is an interesting prospect. Have you considered the financial ramifications of such an undertaking? I know for many countries, this is a time of economic turmoil, space exploration is not deemed a viable endeavour. Still this may be shooting ourselves in the foot in the long run. There are resources beyond our dwindling reserves on Earth, and given our tendency to be reckless consumers, I'm not sure our world will survive much more than a few generations." She tilted her head to one side thoughtfully, her soft locks falling into a cascade of gold down her shoulder. "I'll admit the idea intrigues me and is far more direct than previous plots I've heard. There is a new group that has sprung up in your absence who may need consideration, who may oppose your conquest and acquisition of Earth leadership. These are the MVPs, a group of sponsored heroes. If you have the right investments, they should be manipulatable to your will if you do not seek to destroy them entirely. I for one would be glad to see them shattered or under your capable boot." Her lip curled in disgust at the team's continuation and their part in stealing away her daughter. "I might put you in contact with some who might share your vision. Surely more power would be a greater boon than a risk."

@the_psyentist: "An apt series of observation, I expected no less from you." Milo said with a gleaming grin, adopting a more proper position in the cherry wood chair. "These MVPs have escaped my notice. No word of their exploits have reached my ears since I've returned. Who is their leader? And who is it that funds their efforts? Also I detect a certain malice towards them. Have they offended you in some manner?" Superhero groups were a dime a dozen, and Dr. Steele knew this. For her to even mention these individuals in a conversation of this scale would mean that they were at the very least, elite and worth acknowledging.

"Who might this contact be? I need people who are strong in both mind and body. I have a low tolerance for incompetence."

@tranquil: "Of course, darling." She winked toward the Keijijo. "The MVPs have mostly been garnering a name for themselves with small exploits at the behest of their employers. The primary contributor to their heroics has been the athletic brand Nike. As for the leadership, I'm not entirely sure of the groups inner workings, though Kurt Pendragon, the Emerald Archer and commissioner of Gothic City is one of its primary members. A member of a group I have recently been conversing with has just placed a double agent within their grasp. Time will tell if his intel is worth anything. This cabal of which I am loosely affiliated might prove useful to your plans. Incompetence is easily remedied by a quick demise." A finger traced across her throat with a sinister smile. "And the rest fall into line out of fear." She shifted in her chair, her gaze darkening, a frown forming over her porcelain features. "My personal spite toward this group comes from the fact my daughter has been placed in their ranks against her will. She has mostly been silent concerning the affair offering me little of my own insight into the MVPs."

This ain't looking good o-o

@_ophelia_: For whom? ;)

@the_psyentist: "Interesting." Pensively the Keijijo King considered what his next move would be. A short silence filled the air as his gaze fluttered about, pondering options as he mentally perused the current time string. "As one of the world's premier athletes, gaining an audience with the executives of Nike should not be much of a task. I will investigate these MVPs and attempt to ascertain any information I can as for the commissioner, he is the least of my concerns." Milo rose from his seat promptly after the statement, stepping towards the large windows behind Dr. Steele's desk and admiring the view as the golden gaze of the sun accentuated the crown. "In the mean time I would like you to set up a meeting between me and this cabal of yours, so that I may deem whether or not they may be a hindrance."

@the_psyentist: The MVPs, I think.

@tranquil: Alexandra stood to her feet even as her guest did, watching him gaze through the window. Ruby lips curved into a small smile. "Of course, Milo. I have little doubt their own agenda for global upheaval will sit nicely with your own machinations. I have already considered using them for my own purposes, little pawns for a greater chess player. I'm eager to see your move." Her lids lowered inquisitively. "This Milo is quite unlike the one I knew so long ago. Far more interesting. With powers such as yours, I'm pleased they are being put to more expansive and audacious use."

@the_psyentist: "So all it took was some wisdom and martial arts training for you to find me interesting? Or maybe its the crown?" Milo chuckled softly, meeting Alexandra's gaze with a playful grin. "Prepare yourself, for when I return I will insist that you travel with me for the continuation of our endeavors." Slowly and quietly Milo's physical form faded from reality, leaving no impression of his presence behind.

@tranquil: The vampiric mutant rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "It's hardly the crown. Wisdom is so rare a quality nowadays as you've no doubt discovered in your musings. Hm..." Her eyes narrows, her smile not fading from her face as he continued to speak. "I make no promises of that. If I were to be so easily compliant, I might get boring. I prefer so much more to be interesting." Her pale blue gaze watched as he faded from her view, even from the sensing of her potent mind, her consciousness left wondering just what arcane techniques Tranquil was using. Xandra shrugged at his unusual departure before dropping down into her chair to contemplate his possible involvement with the Cabal.

@the_psyentist: Now that I've got you, I want a Vampire Army! lol

@tranquil: Phffft. Find a way to recruit her uncle, then maybe you'll get an undead army.

@the_psyentist: Gregory?