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you're what happens when two substances collide :: OPEN

Who: Sebastian LeMat and YOU.
What & Where: Various places about town: Nazca's boat, Hellsing's infirmary, etc.
When: Throughout the third week of Velldaren
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For the sake of safety and common sense Sebastian has been relatively quiet on the network, preferring to communicate via voice or text only, but that hasn't stopped him from making a few general appointments for others in his cohort and throughout the city. Most of his work for strangers has been in and around Sobek Croix, doing his part to keep Hellsing in the canton's good graces during the current blood shortage. At the guildhall itself, he's been working on getting the building ready for winter -- finishing windows, checking the roof for leaks (again), and making sure there will be enough room to dry their crop of tobacco.

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Hellsing's HQ is a huge place, larger than any place Maggie's ever been in, and it's obvious that she's been getting lost lately in the places her badge gives her access. She's ended up in a storage closet, the men's bathroom, and a number of meeting rooms before she lands in the place she was planning on going straight to without all the unintended pit stops.

With her burned hand resting on a towel wrapped around ice, she pushes the infirmary door open, hoping they stock some burn cream for the humans who zone out in the kitchen.

Clearly not a part of the medical staff, Sebastian is in the infirmary taking notes and snapping pictures of the windows, walls, and poking at the main doorway. Nothing in here desperately needs work, but it's a good idea to have a list of where the trouble spots are going to be.

With his back to the door, Velcro stands as Maggie enters and Sebastian turns in place, still holding a notepad. "Oh, hullo. Do you want me to call for one of the doctors?"

"No. Just some cream." She lifts her hand to show off the reddening skin. It's a minor injury, but bad enough there'll be some peeling later on in the week. Now if Maggie can avoid picking at her hand when it does, she'll be fine.

"Always tricky to put on yourself," he says nodding and going to get out one of the ready to use first-aid kits. "Do you want a hand to bandage it?"

"No, I'm fine."

It's not that she doesn't want this guy's help just because he's clearly not one of the medical personnel, but Maggie's injured her hands enough times to know the perfect way to bandage them so they don't bother her.

"I just need the cream, really," she finishes, sitting down in a nearby chair.

Sebastian opens the kit up and hands over whatever they've got for burns. Velcro (http://bestnew-pet.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/0325.jpg) has decided that he should be helpful, or if not actually helpful, snuffle at whatever Sebastian has put on the table.

"Should be this, I think?"

Okay, so this place isn't quite as dire as Jim made it out to be. The medical equipment doesn't make McCoy want to scream (...too loudly...) and he's studied enough twentieth-century medicine to know what he's doing with the archaic implements.

And they have books. Real, honest to God, paper books. It's amazing - almost makes up for all the things they lack.

Footsteps catch his attention as he flips through a book on anatomy, and he sets it down, straightening up. "Help you?" he calls to the new arrival.

"Hullo, Sir Hellsing mentioned that I might be a bit of use to you? So, ah, you can see what magical injuries look like?" Sebastian looks a bit nervous about this and he's made sure to put Velcro's service vest on to show that his dog is a working animal.

He speaks slowly, as if he's taking the time to think over his words before committing to saying them. "If this isn't a good time, I can always come back. All my scars aren't going to go anywhere."

She nods and takes the tube without much of a word of thanks. It's not that Maggie's being rude, but there's a dog here and if there's something she gets a one track mind on is animals.

"Is that yours?" she asks with a point of her chin.

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"His name is Velcro and he's my service animal, but if he makes you uncomfortable, I can have him wait elsewhere." Sebastian is well aware that some people don't like dogs and that a great many more are intimidated by a large, dark, clearly well-trained animal.

"No, it's okay. I like dogs."

She might like them, but it's obvious she's not quite sure what to do around them. Her mother never let her have pets, not even a goldfish, for various reasons. Mostly money, at least that's what Marisol said out loud. Another mouth to feed and what not.

Maggie fingers the cream inbetween her fingers, ignoring it for the moment. "What does he do?"

"Long division."

That's a joke, Maggie. Get it? No?

"...er, he's good company and helps when I'm a bit slow on my feet." Sebastian does have a limp and he sometimes even uses a cane, but Velcro is more for a sense of personal security than anything else. Constant vigilance, while often a good idea, is far too tiring for one man to keep up at all times without turning into Moody.

"No, now's fine." He closes the book and looks over the man, eyes flicking over the dog as well. Noting the vest, he curbs his natural instinct to hold out a hand for the dog to sniff, though he'd likely smell quite interesting. "So when you say magic, you really mean magic, huh?"

"I do, but I can't really show you much any more -- as a part of one of my injuries, a sort of stroke, I can't do most magic. I'm trying to relearn, but..." It wasn't really a stroke, but that's a fair analogy he's given to other muggles. "I've, ah, I've never been to a non-wizarding doctor before, so I'm not sure what comes next."

Too bad. Maggie could use a service dog to do her counting for her.

"Oh." It's funny how somebody who feels like she's the most adult an adult can get, Maggie still remains stunted and childlike in her reactions to certain facets of life. Animals shouldn't be one of them, but that's the way life is for her.

Burned hand forgotten, she hesitantly reaches out toward the canine, only to stop and pull her hand back. Right. Service dog. Not a regular pet to be patted by complete strangers.

"You're welcome to pet him, if you'd like." Sebastian makes a gesture to Velcro to signal that it's okay for him to go visit and get some attention. Meanwhile, he'll get back to work, taking measurements, checking window frames, and whatever else needs doing.

Well, this is just like Christmas to Maggie. She sets aside the tube of cream and reaches out again with her good hand to give Velcro a damn good scratching of the ears. Her mother's not here to yell at her so she can get her own dog, right? Or maybe a cat. No, she should wait until she gets a paycheck past the first few. Or until she has some savings. Pay her bills and don't by anything she doesn't actually need like an animal.

Oh, how Marisol still has her daughter right under her thumb and she's not even in the same universe.

"How old is he?" Clearly she is more interested in getting to know the dog than the owner.

McCoy crosses his arms, eyeing the man thoughtfully. "Mind if I have a look at you first?" He pulls his tricorder from his pocket, clicks it out of sleep mode. "I'll see what I can identify, and we'll go from there."

(Thread in gdocs over yonder.)

"Will this hurt?" He doesn't sound bothered or nervous about it, but he would like to prepare himself if there's going to be any real discomfort. Either way, Sebastian motions that Velcro can go lay down out of the way, which he obligingly does. (Good dog.)

McCoy's tricorder will likely find a whole host of strange injuries (a patch of owl feathers on his back, a marble knee, nerve damage from the cruciatus curse) as well as more mundane injuries (early malnutrition, well-healed stab wounds or shots, the crushing injury on his right hand).

"Nope, you won't feel a thing." He moves closer, begins to move the tricorder slowly over the other man, eyes flickering quickly over the readouts. His eyebrows do some impressive acrobatics - up, down, in, out - and part of him wonders how this young man can still be alive with all this fuckery going on in his body. Seems he's held together with a string and a prayer - and marble.

"So - this damage is consistent with what I'll be seeing here, or is it unique to you?"

"I think there's a few others like me, but, ah, I went through a rough patch." He frowns, worrying at a loose thread on the cuff of his shirt before continuing. "I fought in a magical war from a young age and picked up my fair share of strange curses, hexes, and all that."

"We didn't really -- we had doctors and things when I started. When I was twelve, I had all the bones in my arm dissolved and then the nurse grew them back. It was miserable. But, as time went on, it was all 'meatball surgery'," he says, clearly unused to the strange phrase, but lacking anything else to describe what went on. "Between that and all the experimental magic that went on, well, even at the end, a proper doctor couldn't untangle the mess."

He's also died.

"Almost five." Velcro wags his tail, snuffles about, but remains a bit reserved. There's no doubt that he likes the attention, but he's too well-trained to jump about. "He was in training to be an airport dog before he got a bad knock and I ended up with him."

At least one of them is well-trained to sit still. The longer Velcro takes the attention, the more Maggie gets into it. She moves from one floppy ear to another, and then down to under his chin. No other dog will be so well petted as this one after she's done.

"Lucky." It's unclear whether she's talking about the dog or the master.

"I am," he says with some, vague undefined emotion that spurs him to get back to work and let Maggie spend as long petting Velcro as she chooses.

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