The Chilly Academic

the-ginger-rihanna: 4gifs: Black hole consumes a star If you...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:44:15 -0400

the-ginger-rihanna:

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Black hole consumes a star

If you aren’t fascinated by astronomy you’re wrong.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 19:43:23 -0400

devilsfallenangel: frozenacademia: devilsfallenangel: “It appears Vexen has returned. Tell me,...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:10:43 -0400

devilsfallenangel:

frozenacademia:

devilsfallenangel:

“It appears Vexen has returned. Tell me, do you happen to have my mother still in your lab?”

“…No.”

“Is that the truth?”

“…Stop talking to me. Go away.”

devilsfallenangel: “It appears Vexen has returned. Tell me, do you happen to have my mother still...

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:56:53 -0400

devilsfallenangel:

“It appears Vexen has returned. Tell me, do you happen to have my mother still in your lab?”

“…No.”

Date Night

Mon, 20 May 2013 15:08:47 -0400

bleedingflames:

It was here…finally. Roxy had been looking forward to the event for the past three weeks. …then Vexen had returned…he had returned and he wanted to spend time with her. The anticipation had only made the following two days crawl by even slower. But it had finally arrived.

Roxy waited for the nobody, dressed in jeans and a shirt that clung to her thin frame. Loose clothing in a lab was asking for trouble. The late afternoon sun set her bright hair aflame. There was no mistaking her, even if Vexen didn’t have other advantages to his name.

Vexen was there on time as usual, punctual as anyone obsessive as him might be. He was dressed in black as usual, though a bit more casual than his cloak, replaced with what he wore beneath it instead. Unfortunately for him, Vexen didn’t keep that many other clothes than that cloak he wore so frequently. His long hair, however, was tied back out of his face in a ponytail. It was a bit more formal, at least.

The Academic offered a small smile to her as he extended an arm. “A pleasure to see you, Roxanne.” It was pleasant to see him outside his usual ‘working’ demeanor. Almost completely different when he didn’t have all the pressure on his shoulders.

Volticvixen has entered the lab.

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:06:54 -0400

volticvixen:

frozenacademia:

volticvixen:

Larxene shivered at the sudden chill. “Oh, got the guts to fight back?”

“Good to know.”

Yes, there was a moment of regret over striking back. She was dangerous, if anything, and he didn’t exactly want her on his back.

But that smirk did the same thing it always did- drive him up a wall.

“I don’t have time for you antics, Larxene. If you want somebody to bully around, find someone smaller and stupider. Do you understand?”

“but I’ve already messed up Roxas this week.” She shrugged.

“Someone that isn’t your direct ally, maybe.” Vexen snorted, watching her with mounting frustration.

“You accomplish nothing by hurting your allies. You just make them want to kill you. Do you understand?”

Saix-in-the-moonlight has entered the lab.

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:03:34 -0400

saix-in-the-moonlight:

frozenacademia:

Vexen nodded, noting well Saix’s trepidation on the matter. Of course he didn’t want to put himself in the hands of a quite possibly mad scientist who quite possibly wanted him dead. Of course Vexen understood these matters of pride, but he said nothing. Few understood his dedication to the oaths he’d taken as a doctor, so he never tried to explain it. Besides… if Saix and the others knew that he was a healer at heart, they probably wouldn’t fear him.

“Sit down then, if you will. Have you ever had migraines before? Trouble with your eyesight? History of high blood pressure?” He guided the Luna Diviner over to a seat before retrieving a few tools to take his vitals.

“I’m very aware you don’t want me asking questions, so it would help if you just told me what I may need to know without an interrogation, please.”

Saix opened his mouth to protest at the barrage of questions but quickly bit back his words. Would it really hurt to get Vexen’s advice on the matter? He gave a soft sigh and took the offered seat, sitting stiffly. ”The migraines are a recent phenomena. I never used to have them before. Headaches yes, but nothing to this intensity. My vision is fine and to my knowledge I have no issues with blood pressure. In fact, I come from a very healthy family.”

Hands on his knees, he stared straight ahead as he pondered just how to describe his issues without giving away too much. ”The migraines are only severe after intense rages, either from going to far into the berserk state or staying in one for too long. I find myself unable to focus or think clearly for a while afterwards. Several hours afterwards.” At his worst, a couple days.

He licked his lips. He decided to leave out the energy drain from his emotions. How would he explain that exactly? ”You know of my connection to lunar bodies. I sometimes suffer mood swings, uncontrollable ones. Sudden highs, sudden lows, extremes that vary in length that I can’t seem to control. They overwhelm me at times. I’ve tried to study the connection but find I get distracted. I have difficulty focusing, which is odd because I can waste hours filling out paperwork without losing my train of thought once.”

The scientist listened passively, expression still despite the fact that his thoughts were whirling with each word. He understood very well that Saix was withholding a bit of information, but at the moment what he was saying instead was interesting enough to hold his attention.

Though he had anticipated it to be a case of health issues and stubbornness, Vexen was quickly realizing that it was a case far more intense.

“The moon seems to be controlling you far more than you control yourself, Saix.” The scientist observed. “Now… I can research the case, or I can point you in the right direction. Or waht I’d prefer- to study you. Though I understand that is likely out of the question.”

Repairs

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:51:06 -0400

ask-luxord:

frozenacademia:

“Yes, yes. I’ll take care of that, no matter how much I enjoy the silence. Now hold still. You’ll feel a prick.”

He lifted up Luxord’s arm and- quicker than any doctor the Gambler had seen- stuck in a small needle to inject something. There was only a slight prick as promised. After that he went to work on local anesthetic on the gashes in his torso, quickly numbing them before he cleaned them out and stitched them shut.

“While I’m working, write down for me what exactly happened to your throat so I know how to fix it.”

The gambler contorted his face once more, much to his discomfort expressions was one of the few ways he was able to communicate. So it was natural for a man so skilled and controlling every twitch, every spasm in his muscles, that feeling his face bend and pull almost felt unreal. But he allowed it to happen for the time being.

He braced his arm for the needle to slide into his skin, but was surprised to find there was no need. A poised eyebrow arched above his blue eye was quizzical from the lacking sting that followed the fabled hornet’s prick. Perhaps medicine had come much farther than what his world was used to experiencing. As the needle pulled from his skin his eyes traced over the barely visible indent left behind; though he was amazed from the clean and smoothness of the injection—there was little surprise to find stitching a wound shut had remained the same.

Luxord was grateful for the distraction, even if it was hard to scrawl out the description of the wound while his torso was being pulled back together. In an awkward turn of his arm he barely scribbled something legible on the page next to him.

“They were vines—or perhaps thorns is a better term for they ripped me apart like barbwire. However they were nothing like the plants XI controls—they were, nothing in it’s entirety…But it felt as though my skin was set ablaze—I cannot even recall if I screamed or if the silence fell immediately.”

The Academic continued his work, stitching as gently but as quickly as he could so that Luxord didn’t have to be in more pain for an extended period of time. The local anesthetic was helping a good deal, numbing his skin so that the stitches didn’t quite hurt as badly as he thought he would. Over time, he would feel next to nothing.

Once Vexen began cleaning the wounds again with iodine and water, he looked over to read the note.

It was somewhat easier for Vexen to mask the concern on his face considering his expression was more or less a perpetual scowl. It was hard to read it as a concerned frown rather than an unamused frown.

“And if this wasn’t XI, which I doubt, who was it behind them? It sounds like either poison or petty magic to me.”

burnbabykeyblade: frozenacademia: burnbabykeyblade: Hey, guys! What’s up? Don’t get your...

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:57:08 -0400

burnbabykeyblade:

frozenacademia:

burnbabykeyblade:

Hey, guys! What’s up?

Don’t get your cheerfulness on me. It stains.

*steps far, far away* Better?

Yes, much. Thank you.

Volticvixen has entered the lab.

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:55:13 -0400

volticvixen:

frozenacademia:

The scientist almost jumped again, but this time a hand flashed up to catch her wrist, accompanied by a jolt of cold.

“Stop. Touching. Me.”

Larxene shivered at the sudden chill. “Oh, got the guts to fight back?”

“Good to know.”

Yes, there was a moment of regret over striking back. She was dangerous, if anything, and he didn’t exactly want her on his back.

But that smirk did the same thing it always did- drive him up a wall.

“I don’t have time for you antics, Larxene. If you want somebody to bully around, find someone smaller and stupider. Do you understand?”

Blackrosesandcherryblossoms has entered the lab.

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:52:34 -0400

blackrosesandcherryblossoms:

frozenacademia:

blackrosesandcherryblossoms:

Marluxia chuckled. “I see. However, it’s true. What have you got cooking down here?” He hummed.

“The usual, Marluxia. Dangerous chemicals. Corrosive hazardous chemicals.” He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing you should be tampering with.”

Marluxia smirked. “Interesting.” He leaned in to peer over his shoulder, really just looking to get on his nerves.

“Yes, interesting.”

“But something that requires a lot of concentration. I don’t appreciate your nosiness.” He added, looking back over his shoulder to glare at Marluxia.

ask-luxord: frozenacademia: Vexen let the matter drop as he examined those injuries, scanning over...

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:50:53 -0400

ask-luxord:

frozenacademia:

Vexen let the matter drop as he examined those injuries, scanning over burns and claw marks, brow furrowing as he took in every detail.

“Some of this is infected. You should have come to me sooner. I would have cleaned these injuries properly.”

The scientist gave him a flat stare before turning off to gather his materials to clean out the wounds as well as get a syringe ready with antibiotic and local anesthetic.

“You require a few injections. Antibiotics. Also some stitches in case you don’t want to scar too badly.” He paused. “…How did this even happen?”

As the scientist turned away the gambler allowed a brief moment of uncertainty wash over him. Stitching and pouring alcohol over a wound was one matter of its own accord—one the man could handle. But talks of injections and antibiotics was another demon entirely….

When Vexen returned, the promised tools in hand, the blank almost calm like expression of the neophyte returned. He went even so far to mask his uncertainty with a small, formal smile. At the man’s questioning, the mute just shook his head. He was not prepared to discuss his defiance with too many of the members just yet—as he did not want them to assume it was some manner of rebellion in the midst.

So he waved it off dismissively mouthing something regarding the word “mission” and passed it off as that. Gesturing to his throat, he was anxious to pull an answer from the Organization’s doctor. A plea could be seen in his eyes about trying to repair his damaged voice box, certainly those with the technology to construct a floating castle could manage something as trivial as that…?

“Yes, yes. I’ll take care of that, no matter how much I enjoy the silence. Now hold still. You’ll feel a prick.”

He lifted up Luxord’s arm and- quicker than any doctor the Gambler had seen- stuck in a small needle to inject something. There was only a slight prick as promised. After that he went to work on local anesthetic on the gashes in his torso, quickly numbing them before he cleaned them out and stitched them shut.

“While I’m working, write down for me what exactly happened to your throat so I know how to fix it.”

Well, there are quite a few new people flitting in and about my laboratory. Don’t touch...

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:45:53 -0400

Well, there are quite a few new people flitting in and about my laboratory.

Don’t touch anything. I mean it.

//Welcome to all my new followers! I’m open for RP almost anytime. Just shoot me a message.

burnbabykeyblade: Hey, guys! What’s up? Don’t get your cheerfulness on me. It stains.

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:42:10 -0400

burnbabykeyblade:

Hey, guys! What’s up?

Don’t get your cheerfulness on me. It stains.

ask-luxord: frozenacademia: “Yes, I can help you. But first, I would like to make you understand a...

Wed, 15 May 2013 19:15:20 -0400

ask-luxord:

frozenacademia:

“Yes, I can help you. But first, I would like to make you understand a simple thing.”

Vexen made direct eye contact with the Gambler, steady eyes not faltering. Only then did he smack the other across the back of the head.

“I am your doctor. You go to me for assistance. Not someone who isn’t trained. Don’t be an idiot.”

Gritting his teeth as the pain gathered to the back of his skull, dulled blue eyes scanning the greens of the elder. He knew why the other had done it, and he was not going to blame Vexen for his foolishness—but that did not ease the pain any. Giving a nod to the medical adviser, the Gambler stripped himself of his coat and shirt leaving the clawed up and slightly charred flesh exposed to the lab’s cold air.

Gesturing to his form, Luxord mouthed out something about tending to the other wounds. Though they had already been treated a second, professional glance would do him no harm.

Vexen let the matter drop as he examined those injuries, scanning over burns and claw marks, brow furrowing as he took in every detail.

“Some of this is infected. You should have come to me sooner. I would have cleaned these injuries properly.”

The scientist gave him a flat stare before turning off to gather his materials to clean out the wounds as well as get a syringe ready with antibiotic and local anesthetic.

“You require a few injections. Antibiotics. Also some stitches in case you don’t want to scar too badly.” He paused. “…How did this even happen?”

theeverbloomingdarkness: frozenacademia: theeverbloomingdarkness: // // //

Wed, 15 May 2013 18:18:43 -0400

theeverbloomingdarkness:

frozenacademia:

theeverbloomingdarkness:

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ask-luxord: frozenacademia: A Public Service Announcement to the rest of the Organization: Please...

Wed, 15 May 2013 18:16:45 -0400

ask-luxord:

frozenacademia:

A Public Service Announcement to the rest of the Organization:

Please remember that I am in fact your doctor. If you have injuries, come to me. Don’t be stupid. I prefer being a doctor, not a mortician.

Sighs as he motions to the onsight job of bandages and healing provided by Xigbar. Grabbing a pencil and a corner of a page he quickly scrawls out something about having lost his voice and inquiring if the founding member could try and do something about it.

“Yes, I can help you. But first, I would like to make you understand a simple thing.”

Vexen made direct eye contact with the Gambler, steady eyes not faltering. Only then did he smack the other across the back of the head.

“I am your doctor. You go to me for assistance. Not someone who isn’t trained. Don’t be an idiot.”

bleedingflames: frozenacademia: The scientist paused at her suggestion. “No. That would be very...

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:11:18 -0400

bleedingflames:

frozenacademia:

The scientist paused at her suggestion.

“No. That would be very nice.”

She beamed up at him. ”Great!” She laughed. ”I look forward t’it. Maybe afterwards we can go get somethin’ t’eat.” The grin took on the usual impish flair. ”If you’re not tired of me by then.”

“No, I won’t be.”

Vexen gently pat her shoulder. “This will be an interesting opportunity. And… perhaps a much needed break into the real world.”

A Public Service Announcement to the rest of the Organization: Please remember that I am in fact...

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:09:22 -0400

A Public Service Announcement to the rest of the Organization:

Please remember that I am in fact your doctor. If you have injuries, come to me. Don’t be stupid. I prefer being a doctor, not a mortician.

thelightningnymph: The Chilly Academic: Thelightningnymph has entered the...

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:05:08 -0400

thelightningnymph:

The Chilly Academic: Thelightningnymph has entered the lab.

thelightningnymph:

“Thank you for that kind greeting,” she smirked. “But no, honestly, I’m curious… have you created anything useful down here in a while?” She teased. “Perhaps something that would allow me to over power the other idiotic members?” Seeing the look on Vexens face, she sighed, leaning against a bench. “Geesh, I’m just sick of going on all these baby missions while lesser members than I go against the hard, powerful baddies.”