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LAST TIME, ON DRAGON SLAYER QUEST
Your name is Noah Lee - straight C+ student, scrawny runt, and lover of old ballroom dance vinyls. After a chance encounter during detention, you discovered that you possess the mystical "Type O-alpha" blood-type, which marks you as...

Monster bait. No cool powers. No "chosen one" status. But apparently, if you bleed around the wrong people, they will explode into gigantic, reality-warping monsters known as "Dragons" and immediately try to kill you. Silver lining! Surviving a Dragon attack gave you magic powers - "Alchemy", the ability to enforce your intent on the world and reshape matter and energy.

After a fraught encounter with your teacher, who burst into a Dragon and attempted to kill you, you were saved by Kendra Shields (call her Ken), a gruff, battle-worn two-star Slayer for the Fraternal Order Of Dragon Slayers (FOODS), and became her apprentice in order to learn enough so that you could defend yourself from Dragons.

After a harrowing experience at a school assembly that revealed the existence of Coach White as a dangerous Three-star Dragon, you were glad to take the opportunity to take some relaxing time with your friends - really, your only two friends. Rebecca George, to whom your romantic relationship is somewhat complicated, and Josh Masters, who is a big popular meathead and you have no idea why he likes you.

Even with the evening spent relaxing, enjoying each other's presence, and doing homework and studying, your double life looms over you like a haunting spectre. After all, Coach White wasn't killed by the FOODS agents he was confronted by - he escaped, half-dead (literally, with a tracking device somewhere in him, but escaped nonetheless. And Rebecca seems to have more than her fair share of holes in her memory from Dragon attacks, not to mention the incoming presence of l'Ordine soon to encroach upon your hometown, the Vatican's personal Dragon hunting order.

And, of course, there was Saint, a mysterious Two-star Dragon who'd been told by a mysterious figure to hunt down other Dragons so that they could become human again. You didn't expect him to show up at your friends' apartment looking for you (or at all), but quickly discovered he was wounded grievously and hunting you down for assistance.
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After using some mundane methods to patch Saint's rather gnarly wounds, you found out that they've decided to become a monster hunter of some kind on the urging of a mysterious figure. Context clues lead you to believe, of course, that it's the same mysterious figure that's been going around giving people manuals on forbidden alchemy, who's urging Saint to bring them the "hearts of monsters" for a medicine that can turn Saint back into a human. You warned them not to trust the figure and to stay safe, and, now, with an hour left of your Dragon venom dose, making you invisible to normal people, it was time to do some snooping.

You didn't linger too long in Rebecca's apartment where you shouldn't have been, unsure what sort of reaction they would have when the Dragon venom wore off and you snapped back into existence for them. You discovered that Rebecca probably had caretakers like almost everyone else, and they were gone, likely killed by a Dragon at some point and obliterated from her memory. In absence of a desire to snoop too much, you refrained from actively digging into anything and instead returned to the living room where you would sit and study and relax, waiting for your dose to wear off.

Once it did, it appeared as if you sort of just... appeared back into their memory. Like you were there the entire time, or, to explain your absence, their brains just put you in the bathroom. When you started dwelling too hard on this, on how this ability could be used to maliciously interfere with someone else's life, well, you had a seizure. For about five minutes, passed out on the futon. Your friends fret over you by the time you come too, which feels nice, and the three of you mostly put it behind you, spending the rest of the night relaxing.

You took an uneventful-for-once (thankfully) lyft ride home, went upstairs, and proceeded to pass out. A strange dream with a familiar man ensued, leaving you with cryptic comments and more questions than answers.

Well, time for school!
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>>4843026
noah/<Hyde, got a moment?>

hyde/<bro it's like 7 AM>
hyde/<why are you awake>

noah/<Because I'm a high schooler.>

hyde/<touche>
hyde/<whats up?>

noah/<I had a seizure last night.>

hyde/<you should tell your pgp this not me>

noah/<I had a seizure I think for Dragon related reasons.>

hyde/<okay im listening>

noah/<You weren't before?>

hyde/<shh>
hyde/<elaborate>

The world continues to fly by on the school bus, and you block it out with headphones in your ear. Sweet peace and quiet.

>"I had to take a dose of Dragon venom for something and then I had a seizure afterwards... related?"
>"I think I got reminded of something that was erased from my memory and I had a seizure. Normal response?"
>Free Option.
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>>4843027
>"I think I got reminded of something that was erased from my memory and I had a seizure. Normal response?"
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>>4843027
>>"I think I got reminded of something that was erased from my memory and I had a seizure. Normal response?"
>what about those other guys taking dragon drugs? I think one of them also had a breakdown trying to remember things.
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>>4843027
>"I think I got reminded of something that was erased from my memory and I had a seizure. Normal response?"
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>>4843027
>>"I think I got reminded of something that was erased from my memory and I had a seizure. Normal response?"
>>what about those other guys taking dragon drugs? I think one of them also had a breakdown trying to remember things.
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>>4843027
>>"I think I got reminded of something that was erased from my memory and I had a seizure. Normal response?"
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There's a bump in the bus ride. Everyone besides you is predicting it, built on familiarity with the route - several seniors in the back of the bus give off an excited "Whoooa!" as they push themselves up into the air. One of them hits their head on the ceiling. You ignore it, for the most part.

noah/<So, I think I got reminded of something that was in my past that I think got erased by a Dragon eating someone.>
noah/<And then I had a seizure.>
noah/<The two events were pretty concurrent.>

hyde/<how concurrent?>

noah/<I started thinking about the idea that someone could've hid something in my memories by using Dragon venom on themselves,>
noah/<And then I woke up after having had a seizure.>
noah/<In front of some civilian friends, might I add.>

hyde/<hmm>

noah/<Typical thing to happen?>

hyde/<do you want the true answer or the nice answer?>

noah/<Come on, Hyde.>

hyde/<no fun>
hyde/<no, that's not normal. most memories just slot back in once you become inoculated.>
hyde/<you could've just had, like, a normal seizure, but i imagine the fact that youre bringing it up>
hyde/<sort of implies a lack of seizures in the past yeah?>

noah/<Correct.>

hyde/<so stuffy>
hyde/<i think its reasonable to assume this is something dragon and slash or alchemy related>
hyde/<considering the concurrency and your presumed lack of prior seizures>
hyde/<can you come over later today for an examination?>
hyde/<i have theories but ill need to consult my books>
hyde/<after youre done with your school or whatever>

>Commit to an appointment after school.
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
>Agree that an appointment would be good, be wishy washy in case you're needed for something else.
>Today won't work, when else is good?
>Free Option.
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>>4844805
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
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>>4844805
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
best bud can vouch for you
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>>4844805
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
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>>4844805
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
Yeah, let's not be blase about seizures.
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>>4844805
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
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>>4844805
>>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.
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>>4844805
>Tell him you'll leave school early, you'll be able to handle the academic hit and you want this over ASAP in case it's something worse.

We can get a doctor's note or something later. Seizures are kind of a big deal.
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noah/<I'll just peace out of school early.>
noah/<This is slightly more important and my grades are fine enough to handle missing some classes.>

hyde/<:shrug:>
hyde/<live your life my friend>
hyde/<ill see you whenever>

noah/<See you around.>

You shoot a text off to Josh asking him to cover for you if possible because you have to leave early to go see a doctor about the seizure thing - which is not entirely a lie! - and he shoots back a quick, silent OK, just around the time that the bus pulls in in front of your school.

The day pulls like molasses-taffy, while you glance at the clock every five seconds, give or take a bit, just waiting for lunch. You shuffle along from class to class, turning in homework, and then, when the lunch bell finally rings, you quickly squeeze yourself to your later classes to turn in your homework early. The couple of teachers who are there seem pleasantly surprised, but some of them are also at lunch, and so you just leave your days of extra finished work on their desks before cramming some food down your throat and vamoosing.

Helpfully, there are rides available on your ridesharing app of choice today at this time of day. Internally, you consider that you may need to get a part time job of some sort considering how frequently you need to get ferried from place to place. Or ask your mom if you can start training to get a license. Or both. You chew on the thought as the ride arrives to pick you up, thankfully not asking many questions or making small talk; your favorite kind of ride.

You pull up to the converted community center now hosting the local FOODS compound, hop out the car, leave a generous tip, and then just kind of shuffle along, backpack in tow, inside. Dr. Hyde is already waiting for you inside, looking his typical exhausted, good-humored self, already ready to clasp a firm hand on your back as you push the doors open.

"Welcome, welcome! Why don't you step into my office and tell me what's your beef today?" He asks, leading you through the semi-familiar hallways, FOODS operatives shuffling around nervously in and out in your periphery.

>"What's got everyone in a tizzy today?"
>Just stay quiet and follow behind him until you're in his office and it's more private.
>"Find any useful info from your research?"
>Free Option.
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>>4846982
>"What's got everyone in a tizzy today?"
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>>4846982
>"Is it always like this?"
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>>4846982
>So you guys catch the escaped three star yet?
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>>4846982
>"What's got everyone in a tizzy today?"
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"What's got everyone in a tizzy today? Anything about that escaped Three-star?" You ask, immediately blanching all the color out of Dr. Hyde's face, which you are far too busy staring at to notice the figure looming in your periphery. At least, not until you bump into him.

You look up and feel the immediate and striking need to take a couple of steps back and apologize - dark, round glasses hiding a judgmental gaze, a bill-like nose, short cropped hair, astounding quantities of sheer bodily mass. A single crucifix dangles quietly and silently from his neck, over top of his robes. "You."

You look around quietly. Dr. Hyde takes two steps to the right, and then around the man, coughing nervously. You pull a hand up and point to yourself. "Me?"

The man - the priest - jabs a finger gently into your chest. He says something in an unfamiliar language, and then adjusts his glasses with his other hand. "You are the new child, yes?" He asks, speaking with a thick Italian accent, bending his knees in some sort of attempt to get closer to eye level with you. Considering the fact that he appears to be 6'8" easy, it doesn't do much.

"I'm, uh, I've been called something of the sort. Why, who wants to know?" You ask, and he smiles. It doesn't feel like a malicious smile. You've seen plenty of smiles in your life, and his feels genuine, sincere, surprisingly good natured and good humored.

"Just curious. You have been getting yourself awfully involved for someone so new. Remember to stay safe and take time for yourself. Burn... Fire, um..." He starts, stumbling over his words, before continuing his sentence in what you assume is Italian before correcting himself. "Burnout, I think it is, is not uncommon. It would be a shame to see a promising young man such as yourself flare out. Burn brightly, but steadily, young one."

Dr. Hyde stands nervously at the edge of a doorframe, the one leading to his office. You glance at him and he gives you an uncomfortable little wave.

>Awkwardly thank him, sidestep him, follow Dr. Hyde to get the rest of your day moved in on.
>Ask who he is and why everyone seems scared of him.
>Brush him off and walk around him.
>Ask him if HE knows why everyone's in a tizzy today.
>Ask him if HE knows anything about the escaped Three-star.
>Free Option.
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>>4849268
>Ask who he is and why everyone seems scared of him.
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>>4849268
>Free Option.
"Well, I haven't exactly had a ton of choice in that area so far, but I'll try to take your advice...Father? I'm sorry, I'm just assuming from the accent and the crucifix, you're one of the SOL members who are coming over, right?"
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>>4849268
>Ask who he is and why everyone seems scared of him.
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>>4849268

>Awkwardly thank him, sidestep him, follow Dr. Hyde to get the rest of your day moved in on.
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>>4849268
>>Free Option.
>"Well, I haven't exactly had a ton of choice in that area so far, but I'll try to take your advice...Father? I'm sorry, I'm just assuming from the accent and the crucifix, you're one of the SOL members who are coming over, right?"
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>>4849268
>>Ask who he is and why everyone seems scared of him.
>>Ask him if HE knows why everyone's in a tizzy today.
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"I mean, I haven't had a ton of choice in that area so far, but I'll try to take your advice, uh... Father? Is that right?" You ask. Dr. Hyde looks at you with increasingly frenetic gestures, trying to call you over, but the priest doesn't seem to notice, presumably due to the lack of eyes in the back of his skull. He laughs.

"Yes, Father is the correct title." He tells you.

"Right, I just assumed from the accent and the crucifix, you're one of the, um, SOL members, right? Why exactly is everyone scared of you?" You ask, feeling far less afraid of him than something in your lizard brain says is wise. He bends down just a little bit further and smiles little bit wider at you.

"Excellent question, young flame. I am indeed a member of l'Ordine. You can call me Father Benedict." He says, not answering your other question in the slightest. He unbends his knees back to full height, tousles your hair, and strides past you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up - for perfectly normal adrenaline response reasons, and not alchemy related reasons. You hope, at least.

"Come on!" Dr. Hyde whispers to you, sharp and hissing.

You turn your head just slightly to the side.

>Ask Father Benedict why he didn't answer your question.
>Ask Father Benedict your question again, perhaps producing an appearance that you think he didn't hear you.
>Call it a wash and step into Dr. Hyde's office.
>Free Option.
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>>4851275
>Call it a wash and step into Dr. Hyde's office.
We can ask Hyde instead.
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>>4851275
>Call it a wash and step into Dr. Hyde's office.
>Free Option.
>"Well, it was nice meeting you, Father Benedict."
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>>4851275
>Call it a wash and step into Dr. Hyde's office.
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>>4851275
>Call it a wash and step into Dr. Hyde's office.
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>>4851275
>>Call it a wash and step into Dr. Hyde's office.
>>Free Option.
>>"Well, it was nice meeting you, Father Benedict."
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"Well, it was nice meeting you, Father Benedict." You murmur under your breath, stepping past and into Dr. Hyde's office. He slams the door shut and lets out an evidently deeply held breath.

"Jesus, kid, you are absolutely too inexperienced to understand when you're in danger." Hyde says, sighing quietly as he struggles to reclaim the lost breaths once held. He shuffles you quietly over to his examination table and you sit down on prepared sheet of parchment. "Christ."

"I feel like invoking His name right now is a little inappropriate. Why was I in danger?" You ask, crinkling up the parchment paper with your hands as Dr. Hyde grabs the usual checkup material - a stethoscope, various little peeky-things. He starts examining your ears. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"l'Ordine has a bit of a well-earned reputation for being, excuse my Italian, kind of bonkers." He says while staring deeply into your earwax. "Like, they do pre-emptive policing but their criteria for being a Dragon is "are you sinful, like, Catholically?". I don't know how much you know about Catholicism--"

>"I'm Christian, so, like, I don't NOT know."
>"I'm Catholic. I think I know enough."
>"What's Catholicism?" [Sarcastic]
>Free Option (including silence).

"-- but that's a pretty stringent list. And they have the Latin equivalent of "license to torture, potentially to death". Real Old Testament stuff. Just not someone you want to get on the bad side of."

He peeks into your other ear.

>"I don't know, he seemed pretty friendly to me."
>"Don't worry, Hyde, I'll be on my best behavior." [Sarcastic]
>"I am now going to go out of my way to actively antagonize him."
>"Are there any other crazy priests on base or just the one?"
>"So how do my ears look, Doc?"
>Free Option.
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>>4852959
>"I don't know, he seemed pretty friendly to me."
Good thing we haven't manage to know Rebecca out of wedlock yet.
>"Are there any other crazy priests on base or just the one?"
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>>4852959
>"I'm Christian, so, like, I don't NOT know."
My mental image is that Noah is the sort of default vaguely Christian that a lot of Americans are, not really that knowledgeable about the faith but just sort of immersed in the background radiation of the culture.

>"Are there any other crazy priests on base or just the one?"
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>>4852959
>>"I'm Christian, so, like, I don't NOT know."

>"Whatever you say, Doc. Not like I'm going to TRY to meet him again."
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>>4852959
>"I'm Christian, I guess, so, like, I don't NOT know."
>Free Option.
>Anything else you can tell me about them?
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>>4852959
>"I'm Christian, so, like, I don't NOT know."
>"I don't know, he seemed pretty friendly to me."
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"I mean, like, I'm Christian, so I don't NOT know." You interrupt, but he only pauses for a second to roll his eyes at you before continuing on with his sentence.

"-- but that's a pretty stringent list. And they have the Latin equivalent of "license to torture, potentially to death". Real Old Testament stuff. Just not someone you want to get on the bad side of."

He peeks into your other ear. "I don't know, he seemed pretty friendly to me. Any other crazy priests on base or just the one?"

He pulls away, rubbing his chin quietly. "Nothing weird in your ears. Not -- not that I'd expect there to be, I just figured I would let you know. As far as crazy priests go, I think he's the only one actively in this building, the rest are just kind of out and about tracking our transponder signal. No comment on your lack of death avoidance drive."

He grabs your eyelids and gently pries them open, shining one of those little eye-light-viewer thingies that doctors use during checkups. Then he pulls it away, looking at your eye again, and raises an eyebrow. Then he puts the light back in your face and you resist the urge to blink. He does this a couple of more times until you swat at his hand.

"Is my eye, like, exploded or something? What's the deal?" You half-shout. He shines the light again in your face, this time clearly to mess with you.

"Have you shone any lights in your eyes recently, Noah?" He asks, folding his arms across his chest.

"I try not to make a habit of it, why?" You ask right back, scooting back on the parchment a little bit.

"Well, for one, your pupils are super dilated. To the point where I'm frankly surprised you can see my face right now. You can see my face, right?" He says, and you nod, pulling your mouth into a taut line. "For two, you seem to be developing, uh, heterochromia?"

"...Developing?" You ask, scratching your head.

"Like, one of your eyes, real nice looking dark, almost black brown. The other one, almost entirely the same! But there's like... striations, sorry, is that a big--" "I know what striations are" "--Right, there's little striations of green radiating outwards from the center of your eye -- oh, your pupil's fine now. Weird. Anyway, there's like little green lines in your eye. Can I look again?"

You shrug your shoulders and lean your face forward, preparing to wince at another light in your eye. He doesn't shine a light in it again, just getting uncomfortably close and looking at you, and then pulls away, a mixture of slight discomfort overwhelmed by scientific curiosity plain on his face. "Well, the green's gone. Like one of those weird sci fi doors where it's like a bunch of panels that slide open radially? It's gone now, brown covered it back up. I have no idea if this is related to your seizure, but, well, weird things tend not to happen individually, you get what I'm saying?"
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>>4854597

"Yeah, I get you." You ask, blinking the flashes of sparkling light out of your eye a little bit. "Does this mean anything in particular?"

"That's what I want to ask you! Any thoughts?"

>"Well, I did use illegal healing alchemy to exchange blood with another person and might have a psychic imprint of them running around in my head - maybe that's part of it?"... Patient-doctor confidentiality, right?
>"Not a clue, but it's probably seizure related."
>"Could it be, like, a Dragon venom thing?"
>"Doc, am I turning into a Dragon? Are there like, stages of this?" [Genuinely Worried]
>"So, how long until I turn into a Dragon?" [Joking]
>Free Option.
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>>4854599
>"Could you tell me about overusing alchemy? I DID have to do a whole lot the last few days"
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>>4854599
>"Doc, am I turning into a Dragon? Are there like, stages of this?" [Genuinely Worried]
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>>4854599
>Free Option.
>"I've been having weird dreams lately. Very vivid, very lucid dreams. In one of them I saw every thing I had ever used alchemy on. Like they left an imprint on me, or something. Is that normal?"
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No update today, ended up getting sick and my energy levels are, as the kids say, low. Thinking of making Su-F or M-F updates w/ breaks on Sa or Sa-Su the norm so at least you fellas can predict when I accidentally not update. Love you all!
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>>4856598
Feel better, dude.
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"Doc, am I turning into a Dragon? Are there like, stages of this?" You ask, genuinely sort of worried that you are turning into a Dragon. After all, the alchemy is probably illegal for a reason! He pats you on the shoulder twice.

"Nah, if you turned into a Dragon it would just rip out of you like a monster from Resident Evil. There aren't stages to it. I mean, there are, but, like... after the monstersplosion happens. Not beforehand." He explains, taking a couple of steps back to grab an office chair on wheels and spinning it around so he could lean against its back and scoot forward again.

"One thing that might be related is, like, I've been having weird dreams lately. Very vivid, very lucid. In one of them, I saw every thing I had ever used alchemy on, like they left some sort of imprint on me, or something. Is that... normal? Is this like, something from me overusing alchemy? I DID have to do a whole lot in the last few days." You rattle off to him. He rubs his chin quietly.

"It sounds to me like you have some kind of... I know there was a word for it in the medical books but I can't remember. Do you know what eiditic memory is?" He asks, squeezing the back of the office chair.

"Like, when you can remember everything perfectly? That thing they can't prove exists conclusively?" You reply, raising a slightly unamused eyebrow. He laughs.

"Yeah, that thing. There's also like... eiditic memory for alchemy. Well, there's a ton of alchemy-related conditions, it's a perceptory sense like the rest of them, it's part of your body. So, it can be diseased or malformed or different just like any other part of you like your ears or nose or lungs." He explains, kicking his feet back a couple of times.

"Are you calling me diseased?" You joke. He laughs hard, his chest shaking up and down.

"Not yet. But I am saying, at least with the dreams, that could be a manifestation of some sort of alchemical memory processing... thing. Your quote unquote "muscle memory" for alchemy could be better than everyone else's. Dreaming about alchemy happens sometimes but not with any real sort of vividity above and beyond the normal, and I'm not a neuroalchemist, so I can't really give you the up-to-date literature because I don't know it, but you are my patient and I do believe you, since these are apparently vivid and lucid enough that it's different from your norm and significant enough to mention." He rambles, and you feel yourself quickly getting lost.

"In English?" You ask.

"Dreams are the brain's way of processing your memories from short term into long term memory, or at least, that's how one theory goes. So if your "alchemical muscle memory" is acting funky, then it's possible your dreams might be acting funky." He explains.

"And is that related to the eye thing?" You ask.
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>>4858066

He shrugs. "No idea! I'm basically an alchemy PCP, not an alchemy neurosurgeon. I'll have to call in colleagues if we really want to dig into this. It is also definitely possible, since you mentioned, that you're burning through your pneuma, like if you work out your muscles too much and you start feeling like you get hit by a truck - that probably can't be super good for you, haha. That being said, I can reach out to some of my contacts and get you in with an EEG at the right places. If it turns out you have some sort of alchemy-related epilepsy... or, uh, just normal epilepsy, we can get it handled."

>"What about insurance? Do I have to pay for this? I'm not sure I can afford anti-seizure medication..."
>"When's the soonest that can happen?"
>"Wait, what did that whole memory lecture have to do with any of this?"
>"Can't you just write me a prescription and if it works it works?"
>Free Option.
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>>4858067
>"I might be a bit short on cash for that. Wait, do I get some kind of commission for that homunculus thing?"
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>>4858067
>"What about insurance? Do I have to pay for this? I'm not sure I can afford anti-seizure medication..."
>"When's the soonest that can happen?"
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>>4858067
>"What about insurance? Do I have to pay for this? I'm not sure I can afford anti-seizure medication..."
Just count yourself lucky you're not diabetic, Noah.
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>>4858270
I dunno, if alchemy takes the sugar straight out of your bloodstream, it would be a significantly safer way to clear your body than insulin injections.
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>>4858430
If alchemy is powered by bodily energy, it's likely it feeds on glycogen and not raw glucose.
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>>4858438
that sounds like the fastest way for non-diabetics to get diabetes.

Hope that means free healthcare.
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>>4858430
Yeah, but then you're just starving yourself of glucose. You still need to get it into your cells.
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>>4858067
>"What about insurance? Do I have to pay for this? I'm not sure I can afford anti-seizure medication..."
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>>4858067
>"What about insurance? Do I have to pay for this? I'm not sure I can afford anti-seizure medication..."
Later, check the Book to see if it mentions anything like it.
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>>4858430
I'll be honest, I did not consider the biophysical mechanics of alchemy beyond the vague "consumes calories" and I doubt it'd be something Hyde would infodump at a whim, so if anyone has any suggestions or elaborations that make sense to them I'll gladly take them :P

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>>4858100
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>>4858743
"What about insurance? Do I have to pay for it? Or like, do I get some sort of commission for capturing that homunculus thing?" You ask, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly, blinking a couple of times. "I'm not sure I can afford anti-seizure medication..."

Hyde's face narrows a little bit, evidently displeased for some reason at the mention. Then, he unwrinkles his nose. "You're probably on your parents's insurance until you're 26, but, I mean, if you really want to super hero this then explaining how you got a prescription for anti-seizure medication and also an EEG from someone that's not your PCP might be a bit hard to explain to them. That, and the credit card bill, heh." He chuckles, but it doesn't actually sound like he's amused much by the proposition. "FOODS generally handles all the paperwork for employees, but you're not on the table yet - plus, don't quote me on this, but I do think we still need to abide by child labor laws even though we're a clandestine organization of monster hunters. Oh, it's a mess..." He mumbles, rubbing his temples in circles. "And I don't want to seem like I'm pressuring you or anything, either. I know kids these days probably don't trust the government that much for... perfectly understandable reasons, it's just that this stuff is a lot easier when I'm doing it for people that actually work here, haha--" He continues, laughing a little nervously, clipped, not particularly confident.

"So, it's either hope I don't have some sort of alchemy related seizure disorder, or just normal epilepsy, and if I do, either I have to join FOODS, have a weird conversation with my mom, or collect a ton of medical debt. Nice." You grumble, scooting backwards on the parchment until it crunches.

"Yeah, that's life! Managing compromises." Hyde jokes, laughing nervously. "Oh, right, payment - the homunculus is in storage and I think the payment is getting assigned to Ken, who'd gladly give you an even share if you asked, but I'm sure if you talk to the chief he'd be willing to slip you some under the table as an independent contractor or whatever. He's a reasonable guy."

>"The chief? You guys have a police chief?"
>"Alright, well, direct me to him at your nearest convenience, then."
>"Can we get back to the whole crippling medical debt thing first? I thought this was going to be hunting monsters, this is getting way too real too fast. I really want to lay out my options here."
>Free Option.
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>>4859596
>"Can we get back to the whole crippling medical debt thing first? I thought this was going to be hunting monsters, this is getting way too real too fast. I really want to lay out my options here."
Murica
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>>4859596
>"The chief? You guys have a police chief?"
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>>4859596
>"Can we get back to the whole crippling medical debt thing first? I thought this was going to be hunting monsters, this is getting way too real too fast. I really want to lay out my options here."
>Free Option.
>"Like, what's it going to run me just for the EEG? Let's break this down into individual, manageable chunks."
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>>4859596
>"Can we get back to the whole crippling medical debt thing first? I thought this was going to be hunting monsters, this is getting way too real too fast. I really want to lay out my options here."
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Having a real shite day today, going to have to tap out early and perhaps for once try to actually get an early update out tomorrow in tonights's stead. Love you all!
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>>4861034
It's fine, dude. Hope things get better.
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>>4859883
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>>4859600
"Can we get back to the whole crippling medical debt thing first? I thought this was going to be hunting monsters, this is getting way too real too fast. I really want to lay out my options here." You say, sort of breathlessly, gently rubbing your own temples. "Like, what's it going to run me just for the EEG? Let's break this down into individual, managable chunks."

He scratches his head quietly in thought. "Without insurance, or out of network, it'll probably run you a cool 400, 500 dollars. Assuming you don't need any other monitoring besides a basic EEG. And depending on your kind of seizure and slash or epilepsy, you'll need different medications that will run you anywhere from 60 to about 300 dollars for a monthly supply of pills. With insurance, probably just your copay costs, assuming the deductible is paid, so I imagine probably, like, twenty dollars each. Or something." He says, counting numbers on his fingers in between words. "So, I mean, not insurmountable, but also, you're just a kid, and I don't imagine you have a part time job yet."

"No, not yet." You say, wadding up the parchment into little balls in your hand.

"Yeah... getting thrust into the world of adults like this kind of sucks balls, if you can excuse my French." He says, laughing nervously. "Sorry."

>"For?"
>"Meh, life goes on."
>"It is what it is."
>"Thanks."
>Remain silent.
>Ask him for money.
>Free Option.
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>>4862720
>"Thanks
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>>4862720
>"Thanks."
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>>4862720
>"Thanks."
>Free Option.
>"Do you have any ideas for how I could bring this up with my mom without explaining the supernatural stuff?"
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>>4862720
>>"Thanks."
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Sorry about that, 4chan went down as I was posting!
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>>4862732
"Thanks." You say, mutely. He gives a look like he'd just been punched a little bit, and crumples slightly. "Do you have any ideas for how I could bring this up with my mom without explaining the supernatural stuff?"

"Yeah, you tell her you think you had a seizure and go to your PCP, and they evaluate you without the magic involved, and if you've developed mundane epilepsy and not some weird alcho-epilepsy you just go do what's necessary for that." He says, matter of factly, hugging the back of his office chair. "And, hey, look... if worst comes to worse and you really find yourself hurting for it, I can go without coffees for a couple Fridays to help with whatever bills arrive. Y'know. If you need it and all that."

"Thanks." You say, with a little less blunt pain this time. You try to give him a smile, and the door behind him opens. Your heart skips a couple beats, and he turns around, slowly,

"Can I help--" He says, his mouth hammering shut when he sees Father Benedict consuming the entirety of the doorframe. You see his body visibly tense up, and his hands pull in behind his office chair's back, out of view of the Father - balling into fists. "Heh-hem." He coughs out, trying to sound dignified, even though you can see all the color draining out of his face from the angle you're at. "Can I help you?"

"No." Father Benedict whips, making Hyde wince. "I'm here for the child. Are you finished with your healing work, Dr. Hyde?"

Dr. Hyde turns to you and looks at your hands in your lap. You ball your own hand into a fist, thumb sticking out. He glances back up at your face - his own has completely drained of color.

Father Benedict's glasses catch the light, shrouding his eyes from sight.

>Thumbs down.
>Thumbs up.
>Free option.
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>>4864915
>Thumbs up.
Oh fuck
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>>4864915
>Thumbs up.
adjusts imaginary glasses nervously
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>>4864915
>Thumbs up.
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>>4864915
>Thumbs up.
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>>4864931
You tilt your thumbs upwards, and watch Dr. Hyde visibly gulp. You put your thumb back down immediately. "Yeah, we're good."

"Excellent. Come with me, boy." Father Benedict says, and you really do not feel like now would be a good time to be snarky about it. You get up off the parchment, your body heaving with tiredness (more out of emotional exhaustion than anything else), and follow him out.

As you pass by Dr. Hyde, he whispers "Stay safe." to you.

Father Benedict marches you through the halls quietly, hands folded politely behind his back. Every one of his footfalls feels like it's heavy enough to shake the building. "I've heard that you encountered a, erm, Omunculo, in the wild, child." He speaks through his thick accent, parsable just enough to know what he's talking about. "That's certainly a strange heretical artifact to discover in these days and ages, much less a place like... this." He sweeps one arm out in front of him.

"What does "this" mean, Father?" You ask, trying to sound respectful.

"Well, it's certainly no Rome!" He jokes, laughing boisterously, his entire body shaking softly as he walks and laughs. It slowly titters down into a low chuckle. "Heretic activity is generally limited to large population centers... the City of New York, or Los Angeles. This is, how you say... periphery? Houses and gardens. City nearby, yes, but small. And yet Omunculo, found by you, developed by school children, outside official channels."

He turns his head to look to you, a passing glance, and evidently, something on your face says you don't know how he knows this. He smiles, showing almost all of his teeth. "Your chief told me all about your misadventures. What brought you in conflict with Omunculo, I wonder?"

You aren't sure if he's actually asking you, or if it's rhetorical.

>"I could feel it with my spidey-sense."
>"I just had a hunch that something bad was happening."
>Stay silent, just accept the lecture.
>"Are you accusing me of something, Father?"
>Free Option.
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>>4865986
>shrug. "I felt a lot of alchemy happening, enough to distract at school. I think anyone would've noticed if they spent a couple of hours asleep in the classroom."
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>>4865986
Supporting >>4865990
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>>4865986
Supporting >>4865990
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>>4865990
Supporting.
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>>4866001
>>4865990
You try your best to look nonchalant, and shrug your shoulders. "I felt a lot of alchemy happening, enough to distract at school. I think anyone would've noticed if they spent a couple of hours asleep in the classroom."

Father Benedict raises an eyebrow and laughs. Unlike the other two, this one feels a little more sincere, and a little less braggadocious. "You sleep during class, child?"

"I try not to make a habit of it." You reply.

He laughs harder. "Oho! Nun jokes!" He declares, clapping his hands twice, loud enough to both draw attention and make you acutely aware that he could probably box your ears in with zero effort just through how loud his clapping is. You didn't even intend to make a nun pun, but you're certainly not going to correct him when he seems to be in a good mood.

You follow him through the hallways slowly while he talks. He's not leading you out, but further towards the back, chunks of the building you've just yet to explore. You round a corner and climb some stairs. "But it makes one wonder, does it not, why children with no initiation into our Rites knew of Omunculo, knew of the Art? It makes me wonder, that is. Does you?" He asks, and then coughs twice. "I mean, rather, don't you?"

There's a door with a plaque on it that you're headed towards. Your eyesight's good enough - 'Gregor H. Grey" - that you can make out the text without much issue - "Chief of Operations".

>"Yeah, I don't know how they got that."
>"Are we visiting the chief?"
>"*Why* are we visiting the chief?"
>"There's someone going around giving out alchemy pills."
>Free Option.
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>>4867700
>"Yeah, I don't know how they got that."
>"Are we visiting the chief?"
>"*Why* are we visiting the chief?"
We reported to FOODS about the pills. If they didn't tell the Vatican, they must've had a reason.
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>>4867700
>"Yeah, I don't know how they got that."
>"Are we visiting the chief?"
>"*Why* are we visiting the chief?"
Noah was entirely busy containing the homunculus, so we're in the clear for never getting to talk to the main two.
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>>4867700
Supporting >>4867713

I think there's not much that our admission of the rogue alchemist would actually give away, Father Benedict can infer that someone must be handing out knowledge, but yeah. Let's keep to opsec just in case.
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Taking my weekly break day tonight to tend to sick puppy (nothing major). Catch you all on Monday fellas!
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>>4869402
Sick pets are a special kind of suck, regardless of how bad. Do what you gotta do.