tell me what ails you

Perenna Williams-Jacoba, Ph.D Here to assist, even when one doesn't believe they need a helping hand.

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prxncessdi​:

Diana was pleasantly delighted this woman shared her admiration for the piece, a little grin softening her lips as she realized her rash ramble hadn’t discouraged her from continuing to appreciate the exhibit. She took a moment to examine the woman beside her, and was admittedly struck. An attractive assembly of striking features; from the warm chocolate skin to the charming curls and, lastly, the appealing slant of her eyes. And her smile, the way her cheekbones rounded and dipped into dimples, it disarmed her momentarily. Though she never took much interest in things like that prior she couldn’t help but acknowledge this fact.

But she was quick to recover before revealing any visible sign she was affected. Instead, turning back towards the piece and hiding the light dusting of pink brightening her face behind another smile. “Well, I can’t tell you how pleased I am to hear that someone shares my sentiments,” perhaps encountering this woman was exactly the last bit of motivation she needed to revive the exhibit. “It is incredibly intriguing, especially since that particular time in history is interpreted and retold in so many variants. The era of gods, and warriors, and deities. Can you imagine? Very exciting”

“Both actually, I’ve always been a devoted art and history buff” she revealed, chuckling to herself at the inside joke. She had no idea how devoted. “I transferred here a few weeks ago, and I happen to have restored this piece myself. So you can understand why I’m a tad enthusiastic about it” she revealed with a proud tilt of her chin. She gently extended her hand in introduction. “Diana Prince. I’d be happy to take you on a tour, if you’d like?”

The smile that remained painted across her features was unavoidable, the mere presence of this woman and her emotions filling Perenna to the brim. Folding her hands at the small of her back, she listened intently as the curator spoke. “I’m sure it’s hard to determine the true nature of how everything happened, seeing as so much history was shared through stories. What I wouldn’t give to pick the brain of someone who lived in an era so different form our own modern society,” she peeled her eyes from the woman to take in the exhibit once more, pacing a few steps to observe a different angle. Exciting was certainly a word for it, but she was almost certain it was far less exciting than their city full of superheroes fighting crime.

“Is that so?” Perenna countered, brows raised. “It’s not often you see someone so young devoted to such ancient history.” Unexpectedly, a thought that wasn’t her own danced across her mind. It was simple, but deep, innocent, yet provoking. A small child, probably in their first few years of school had strayed from their school group, and Perenna could hear their thoughts as if they were speaking just a few feet away. Her eyes grew vacant as she forced the intrusive and unwelcome thoughts of others from her mind as she reinforced the protective walls around herself, backing out of her mind palace before locking the door behind her. She was still weak from her encounter with Anya, and it was beginning to seep into her daily life.

Bringing herself back to reality, she took a breath before blinking and moving her eyes slowly to meet Diana’s once more. “What? Sorry, I totally zoned,” she lied, fanning her hand as if brushing the instance away. “As I’m sure you’re aware, malleable, young minds seem to steer clear of exhibits such as this, opting for more exciting and hands-on experiences. Psychologically speaking, it makes sense for the way their brains function. Attention span is fairly low, until teenage years,” Perenna spoke quickly, her brain defaulting to the thing she knew best: psychology. “So while it makes sense developmentally, it’s clear to me they are missing out on some gorgeous pieces,” she added, smiling back at Diana. “I would love nothing more. I’m Perenna,” offering her hand, she once again was overwhelmed by a sense of safety and protection, and the knot in her gut loosened enough for her to loosen up a bit. “I’m prone to getting lost, so it’s like you’ve read my mind.”

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theloisxlane​:

@medicinexforxthexsoul​

CLOSED

“I don’t get it”

As she gazed into the oven at what was intended to be a half dozen flawlessly cooked blueberry muffins, Lois’s hopeful countenance crumpled into disappointment. Instead, six charred heaps mockingly smoked in the rack’s middle. With a groan, she reached for the pan with her gloved hand and placed it on the counter between her and Perenna. “I followed the recipe exactly,” she remarked, and the state of her kitchen spoke to her diligence. But she didn’t have anything to show for it. How did Mama Kent make it look so easy. 

All she had wanted to do was bake a little snack for a friend. With a pout, she stabbed a single muffin from the tin with a fork. “It’s…raw on the bottom,” she grumbled, puzzled as to how she had managed to simultaneously overcook and undercook it. With near perfect timing, Jordan burst into screeching giggles; which were actually a jumble of high-pitched gurgles and hums.

“Okay, so mommy’s not a baker” she conceded with a laugh. She guessed when the twins got old enough she’d be providing store bought treats for all their school functions. “How about we don’t tell Clark about this, and I treat you to lunch and a dessert?” she grinned sheepishly at Ren, hoping the promise of another Thai lunch would sway her.  

Perenna couldn’t help but snicker from where she stood, trying her best to hold back a toothy grin. Whilst Jordan played in the remnants of his lunch, Jonathan extended his arms to her, opening and closing his fists, indicating he wanted to be held. “C’mere little guy, lets go get you cleaned up,” she offered, scooping the seven-month old into her arms before walking to the sink to wipe the macaroni and cheese from his face and hands. 

“Are you sure you followed everything to the letter? Was the oven set to 350 degrees and not ‘broil’? ‘Cause it’s looking to me like rather than baking for 15 or so minutes, you might’ve broiled ‘em.” Perenna grimaced as Lois stuck the poor, undercooked muffin with a fork, just as Jon joined in on Jordan’s giggles. She couldn’t help but break into laughter with the boys, the joyous sound filling the space. “Deal. All we gotta do is hide the charred smell and toss the evidence and he’ll never have to know. Maybe snag a few muffins from a bakery on the way home and you’ll be golden.”

Bouncing Jon on her hip, Perenna beamed as the tot smiled up at her, rubbing at his face. “Lunch and dessert sounds great, but do the boys need to take an afternoon nap ‘er something? I don’t exactly know the sleep schedule of your tiny humans.”

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anyaxthewolf​:

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Her lips quirked in bemusement as the Doctor called her bluff, the slightest of movements that could have easily been mistaken if you weren’t looking for it. Fine. If she wanted to be frank, Anya would be delighted to comply, albeit it wouldn’t be nearly half as fun. “You caught me, Doctor. Way to spoil the fun” She was in no way impressed or deterred by the curly haired woman’s tenacity. Instead she felt the exact opposite. Her reaction spurring Anya’s proclivity for defiance and dramatics. The lack of fear was especially rousing; what would it take to make her break character? The fingers of her mechanical hand drummed loudly on the edge of the desk as her flesh hand burned to wrap around the hilt of the hidden firearm. Perhaps the barrel of her gun would compel the Good Doctor into compliance. She relished at the thought of wiping that expression of resolve right off her features.

Miss Volkov.

She went silent, the emotion draining from her face almost immediately. Her attention suddenly zeroed in on the realization that this woman had spoken her name. How odd, she didn’t remember giving her name. Not even to the receptionist. Her grey eyes blazed in concentration, unblinking, as suspicion coiled through her frame. Turning her rigid. Anya had chosen this particular office by random, and her decision had been purely impetuous. Yet she spoke her name with a familiarity that was not earned. “Rude?” the timbre of her voice had gone flat, reflecting the absence of life behind her steely stare. She leaned forward with deliberate languidness. “I haven’t begun to be rude, Doctor”

Everything from this point forward, from Anya’s perspective, was enacted with such painfully deliberate slowness hours could have passed instead of seconds. As soon as Perenna stood from her seat, Anya slid her hand into the waistband of her trousers to retrieve her gun, standing as well. It started as a prick of irritation along her skin. Anya froze, remaining motionless for several long moments. It had an unpleasant warmth to it, chafing at her from within. There was a twinge of nausea too, just enough to tighten the grip on her pistol and steal her breath. She didn’t gasp or show any symptoms of surprise, though she certainly felt it. Felt. Anya didn’t comprehend what she was experiencing, but she could at least identify that it was far from pleasant. Lashed fluttering, a noise she didn’t recognize escaped her. Perhaps a grunt, or some sort of clipped groan. She suddenly began to laugh, dry and humorless. “Oh,” she gasped out, her laughter increasing in volume. “OH!”

“Doctor!” she gasped out in between bouts of wild laughter. “Is this your doing?” with a harsh yank, she raised the pistol and aimed it at her. “How…unexpected”

Each movement, calculated. Both parties at face-off, a bizarre scene from an alternative wild-west shootout set in modern day. A cyborg with a gun, and a metahuman with abilities to bring someone to their knees with just her mind.

The tiniest of smiles pulled at Perenna’s features as the color and emotion drained from Anya’s face. A foreign feeling of triumph washed over the meta before she sensed a shift in the woman opposite her. Then, dread as the dry laughter filled the room. 

That sound is going to haunt me forever, she thought, the laughter sending chills down her spine. It was alarming to the seasoned psychologist, how quickly the gun-wielding psychopath went from flat to manic so quickly. Until this moment, as she was staring down the barrel of the gun, Perenna hadn’t taken her eyes off the intruder.

“Unexpected is right,” she quipped, crossing her arms as she quirked a brow. It was far from the right moment to pretend she was bulletproof, but it also wouldn’t do her any good to cower in fear, either. Her eyes cut up to Anya’s face once more, focusing her energy at the center of the other’s forehead, eliciting what she hoped would be ample pain to make the assailant’s vision go white and bring her to her knees. “There’s plenty more where that came from, enough to take down an army and then some, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my office before I have your ass arrested and thrown in Arkham.”

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thebravexandthebold​:

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Kate tried not to scowl too much behind the sheet mask Renna had meticulously placed over her austere features. She did manage to direct a playful glare in her direction through the eye slits before following her instructions. “Bossy,” she grumbled, her lips slowly relaxing into a crooked grin. Kate did appreciate Perenna’s persistent deep down; the issue was she didn’t exactly know how to relax. If she wasn’t in the office keeping the business running, she was training. When she wasn’t training – exerting herself until she felt the gratifying fatigue of a well-executed workout sink into her rigid bones – she was patrolling. 

Diligent and Vigilant. 

And in between patrols, if she had the time or patience, she was attending whatever asine social event her father insisted she make an appearance at to keep up decorum. Even now, she wasn’t really absorbing the serenity and coziness of Perenna’s place. She flexed her muscles as she heard sirens in the distance; on the table sat her cell phone and she wondered if Luke had gotten back to her about the suit modifications yet. There was always something that needed tending to.

“I’m not worried, I don’t have anything to worry about” she denied with her eyes closed, forcing her muscles to sink into plushness of Perenna’s sofa. But there really was no use refuting her internal emotional discourse to an empath. Kate peeked one eye open. “Red, and plenty of it,” she sighed, raising her arms above her head and letting her shoulder muscles crack. “I needed this” she finally admitted. “I tell myself not to coop myself up like Bruce, but I don’t think I’ve taken a moment to just…exist in so long. Not since we got Alfred back”

Perenna quirked a brow at the teasing jab before relaxing into a grin mirroring Kate’s. The empath could feel the weight on her friend’s mind as soon as she arrived, shifting the plans she had originally set for the night. “Liar,” she threw back, popping the cork on a fresh bottle of red wine. After pouring two hearty glasses, she set one in front of Kate before settling back and slathering a clay mask across her own features.

“I’m certain that all you do is worry, K,” she offered with a sigh, knowing her friend better than she should, thanks to her enhanced abilities. While she never dove deeper than the surface level emotions, it was clear that Kate took on more than she ought to sometimes. Though, as much as she wanted to lecture her friend on mental wellbeing and self-care, it was clear there were other things on her mind. “How is Alfred after everything? How are you after everything that happened? Surely you experienced turmoil during his disappearance, too.”

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prxncessdi​:

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CLOSED

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” 

Diana was presumably one of the only ones who didn’t travel around the museum via the staff corridors. She reasoned what was the point of their labor; acquiring, classifying, and frequently spending months restoring artifacts if they didn’t go and appreciate them in all their magnificence on a from time to time? She glimpsed the curly-haired woman as she was wandering through one of the older installations. Marble grecian and roman statues on exquisite display. According to the museum director, this specific exhibit was being considered for replacement, but since she’d joined the team, she’d been working hard to persuade them that all it needed was some new pieces to restore appeal. Understandably, she favored the exhibit. It reminded her of home. “This particular piece dates back to about 260 A.D.,” she explained, casually coming to stand beside her. “The central figure, the one seated on the panther, is the deity Dionysos. And these larger figures on either side represent the four seasons” cautious not to breach the cordon barrier, she pointed at each from a distance “Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall”

Diana elected to leave out that she’d personally worked on the restoration of the sculpture and was glad that it had piqued someone’s interest. “This is one of my favorite places in the museums; it’s peaceful. Doesn’t get a lot of foot traffic.” she further remarked. “Apparently these types of things don’t appeal anymore, the public would much rather peruse the Egyptian exhibits downstairs. I guess I understand, mummy’s are pretty cool” she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Sorry, didn’t meant to interrupt”

There were rarely moments for silence in the life of a telepath, and while meditation was usually a place of solace for the woman, now it was fractured and broken thanks to the Russian assassin barging in unannounced. Perenna took several personal days following that intrusion, trying to rebuild her sacred mind palace as she attempted to work through the mild trauma she endured.

 Where better to experience silence than a museum? Stepping foot into the building, there was a blanket of relief that washed over her as she felt the emotions of the other museum patrons. Peace, awe, and inspiration wrapped around her warmly as she bypassed others moving about. Each step immersed her deeper into her contemplative meditation, viewing each piece silently as she moved toward an exhibit that seemed to be looked over by most.

Another individual joined her, adoration rolling off their person as they observed the pieces. The voice gently pulled Perenna from her mental rebuild, bringing her back to the present moment. “Lovely doesn’t begin to give voice to the feelings this exhibit elicits,” she replied quietly, eyes moving to meet the other woman’s. Walls were still up around her heart and mind, but there was a sense of protection and ease that rolled off this woman, allowing Perenna to relax more than she had in many days. “I’m grateful for the lack of foot traffic, but I’ve been intrigued by this exhibit from the first moment I saw it. Sure, the other exhibits are interesting, but there’s a feeling of mystery that surrounds this one. Keeps me coming back for more.”

“Thanks, but I’ve got to say…you can interrupt anytime.” Perenna smiled softly. “That was honestly the gentlest interruption. Refreshing, really. You know quite a lot, are you a curator, or just an avid art enthusiast?”

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helenahuntress​:

medicinexforxthexsoul​:

[ perenna -> helena ]  :  it probably just slipped out, it’s happened to me a few times! [ perenna -> helena ]  :  yeah, still closed. just chillin’ on the bench seat. [ perenna -> helena ]  :  sorry i waited to contact you, i figured it was better to reach out during a reasonable hour. though, i’ll be at my office in east downtown if you’d like to meet up at a coffee shop or something maybe?

[ Helena -> Perenna] Probably. I might need to apologize for throwing the vase towards my security earlier.  [ Helena -> Perenna] Keep it with you. Don’t let anyone else get their hands on it. [Helena -> Perenna] That sounds great. I’m grabbing my bag and keys. Just send me the address ASAP. Thank you, again. You have no idea how much relief I am having right now.

[ perenna -> helena ]  :  you threw a vase at someone? damn, girl! [ perenna -> helena ]  :  sorry, not my business to be sticking my nose in. [ perenna -> helena ]  :  address to my office is 55 E Jefferson [ perenna -> helena ]  :  though, i’ll be at the jitters on the corner of E Jefferson and Main for another few hours. sitting in the back corner booth wearing the maroon sweater. see you soon?

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anyaxthewolf​:

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Anya cast the Doctor another sidelong glance, considering whether or not to reveal her true identity for this impromptu session. She did love to produce aliases on the fly, the more theatric the better. It wasn’t like she intended to return, so it didn’t matter who she pretended to be. So long as she could untangle her thoughts and feelings with a supposed ’specialist.’ Certainly not a decision she came to on her own; Anya detested doctors in any capacity, medical or mental. Ironically, it was her last assignment that inspired her to seek guidance. As she dangled the whimpering, sobbing piglet from the roof of his office building by his hideous patterned tie he screamed at her 

‘you crazy bitch, you need fucking therapy’

And while he clutched at her pinstripe jacket, attempting to pull himself to safety – rude, it was a brand new designer jacket – Anya really considered his words. Her eye twitched at the thought of someone having the audacity to try to dictate or insinuate that her unpredictable behavior was a reflection of some underlying emotional struggle. Anya didn’t like it when people told her what to do or how to feel. A contemptuous retort blistered her tongue instantly, but she halted before they could cross her lips. Perhaps that was exactly what she needed, perhaps that could be the ‘cure’ she required. She needed someone to tell her what to do. Anya made a point of thanking the man just before loosening her grip and watching him plummet the ten stories to the pavement below.

She tilted her head around the Doctor’s hand as she motioned for her to keep silent, studying Perenna’s expression. Conducting her own visual analysis and completely ignoring her stern instruction to exit. As she tended to do when it was clear she was not going to get her immediate away. Her ability to tune out obvious resistance to her ambitions was a distinctive gift of hers. Instead of doing what she was told, she began to examine the objects on Perenna’s desk. Picking up every item individually and turning it over in her fingers hand. Her fingers finally grasped a snowglobe, turning it upside down and watching the tiny flecks of fake snow float to the bottom.

“Is this how you typically treat prospective clients,” she drawled, vigorously shaking the orb and finding a strange fascination at the chaotic sight of the white flurries within. “It’s not very inviting,” she chastised in a sing-song tenor. “I’m not going to take up much of your time. Unfortunately my old psychiatrist threw herself into a vat of hazardous chemicals and ran off with a clown, so you were my only option,” she shrugged, as if it were a normal admission. She slumped back against her side of the desk, the globe back in its place. Fingers stapled together, she arranged her features in a somewhat remorseful expression. “Won’t you please help me, Doctor?” she punctuated her phoney sadness with an over exaggerated frown. Anya thought if she needed to, she could produce a few fake tears to make herself look especially pitiful.

Perenna watched the woman with a keen eye, wary of the potential for explosive, impulsive behavior. To any other individual, the tense silence that blanketed the room would be excruciating, but to the seasoned metahuman therapist, it was an opportunity. Refusing to break her gaze, she mentally noted each movement of the woman before peering into the other’s mind.

Aliases...pretending to be someone else...detesting medical professionals...

She was overwhelmed at the onslaught, but pushed herself to hone in on the blonde’s foremost thoughts. “No amount of pitiful, fake tears will get you what you’re desiring, Miss —” Perenna stopped, searching for the answer she was looking for within the woman’s mind. “Miss Volkov. This is the opposite of how I typically handle initial appointments, but you’re leaving me with no choice, seeing as you’ve so rudely ignored my wishes. I don’t play games, and you’ve earned yourself a spot on my shitlist.” Taking a beat, she dove another layer deeper into the woman’s mind before regretting it entirely. 

Murderer.

“You need to leave, now,” Perenna stood from her chair, a burst of power emanating out, aimed at the intruder as her words came to a cadence. While she ensured the sensation wouldn’t be excruciating, she was hoping it would leave the blonde reeling and wanting to leave and go elsewhere. Though, there was a pit in her stomach that told her things were about to go awry.

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anyaxthewolf​:

✘

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The tip of her mechanical finger knocked faintly against the water tank, but to the interesting looking fish swimming about within, it was the equivalent of setting off a jack hammer in their usually quiet environment. Anya watched them scatter as a result of the commotion and the sight of her face inches from the glass, somehow understanding they should fear her more than any natural aquatic predator they might encounter in the sea. The term ’fish tank’ had always tickled her, for it conjured up images of a fish in an armoured tank, paddled shaped fins holding the steering levers and a hat perched over its dorsal fin. But they were never as entertaining as that. Her attention span was far too finite to properly appreciate the magnificence of the simulated scope into the aquatic world. Which is why she moved away from the exhibit with a huff, the air dispelled dispersing the hair that had fallen into her face. With her bi-colored tresses arranged in such a haphazard fashion atop her head, she resembled more of a wolf than she’d ever had before. So she didn’t hold it against the receptionist, the way she watched Anya prowl the waiting room with trepidation.

Anya’s dead gaze glanced over at her – poor woman’s muscles tensed in anxiety – and attempted the semblance of a cordial smile. Her brows furrowing and lips twitching upwards. Yet, it wasn’t quite convincing enough, it didn’t quite fit on her smooth face. Her eyes looked too wide, or her mouth wasn’t curved far enough. Therefore it looked more like grimace than an expression of friendliness. Ironically, Anya could be quite charming and assimilating if the situation called for it. But this wasn’t a situation that should require masking her true demeanor. She continued to stride back and forth, muttering beneath her breath in her native tongue. A battle of instincts fighting for control within her. Who even invented waiting rooms in the first place! She was certain the fancy couches and mild colored walls were meant to soothe and ease but it was having the opposite effect on Anya.

“Трахни меня, how long does a ‘meditation’ session take” she huffed out loud, startling the receptionist. Anya glared at the clock ticking languidly on the wall, her gaze widening when she realized that only a total of fifteen minutes had passed. “Вы шутите” You’re kidding me. 

Anya began a definite stride towards the office door. Immediately the receptionist began to fuss. “Ma’am! Ma’am! I told you, she doesn’t wish to be disturbed!” Anya found it difficult to take what she imagined was supposed to be an authoritative tone seriously when she heard the waver. It was her sadistic nature that shivered in delight at that note of fear in the woman’s tone. Of course, Anya completely disregarded her as she made a grab for the doorknob. But suddenly the receptionist regained her composure and dashed around her desk, blocking her passage. Anya paused as she watched the woman wave a hand in her face to get her attention. She started at the dainty fingers for a full second before reaching into the waistband of her tattered jeans and retrieving her gun. The barrel pressed directly to the center of the receptionist’s forehead. The scream of horror only caused Anya’s lips to curve into a genuine slow grin. She waited until the receptionist fled behind her desk before stuffing the handgun back into her trousers and shoving the door open.

“You know what’s really rude? That waiting room” Anya countered, taking a cursory glance around the room to assess her surroundings before her eyes fell on the curly haired therapist. “The couches are too squeaky and the wallpaper is very bright. It’s not calming at all. It’s maddening” she closed the door with the heel of her boots before removing the faux fur jacket she’d thrown on even though the midday chill had zero effect on her. “Привет, Doctor” she greeted, dropping into the seat across from Perenna. “I need a session” 

Perenna blankly stared at the woman, unimpressed and utterly annoyed by her demeanor. The mention of the brightly colored walls reminded her of the weekend project she’d been putting off for far too long, and she made a mental note to make a shopping list for the hardware store as the other woman kicked the door shut. “It’s a fairly new practice in Central City, we’ve yet to work on the interior decorations,” She replied plainly, reaching for her pad of paper. Leaving room at the top of the page, Perenna skipped a few lines before scrawling some notes. 

Impatient. Explosive. Obtrusive & seemingly aggressive.

“Other than the maddening furniture and color of the walls, is there another reason you couldn’t seem to wait five more minutes, Miss —” Perenna stopped, glancing up from her paper to watch the woman’s movements. She hadn’t yet the chance to look at her schedule for the remainder of the day, so there was truly no telling if this was an appointment, a drop-in, or something else entirely. Her mind was still recovering from the sudden snap back to reality, brain fog enshrouding her powers of telepathy, though her guard was still up, protecting the fragile nature of her psyche after an interrupted meditation session. While she so rarely used her powers to harm, Perenna was ready to protect herself and her staff by whatever means necessary. Her eyes cut quickly to her chicken-scratch notes of her appointments for the day, and she still had another hour to herself before Miss Cardenas was due to come in for a chat. “Actually,” she held up her palm, halting the woman’s response. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You are not on my schedule for the day, and I don’t take kindly to those who interrupt my personal reflection time. Please either go online and set up an appointment, or see the receptionist and they’ll help you find a time that works with your schedule. Good Day.”

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helenahuntress​:​

[Helena -> Perenna] : I’ve been searching like crazy! I cannot believe I left it just sitting somewhere. [Helena-> Perenna] : It must have fallen out of my bag when I took the cab back home from the court house. [Helena -> Perenna] : Was it still closed when you found it? I have some important things in there, and I had for just anyone to find them! 

[ perenna -> helena ]  :  it probably just slipped out, it’s happened to me a few times! [ perenna -> helena ]  :  yeah, still closed. just chillin’ on the bench seat. [ perenna -> helena ]  :  sorry i waited to contact you, i figured it was better to reach out during a reasonable hour. though, i’ll be at my office in east downtown if you’d like to meet up at a coffee shop or something maybe?

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Lo ✉ Ren

Lo: It's a date then! There's a new place on 5th and Weston, claims to have the spicest Pad Thai

Lo: Of course I'll bring them, they'll be happy to see you

Lo: Pre warning though, Jordan is starting to get a fascination with hair. Pulling it specifically

Lo: Good thing he's cute

Ren: Sweet! Let's plan for lunch? Maybe noon-thirty?

Ren: noted, i'll bring a ponytail holder just to be safe.

Ren: Your babes are the cutest of cutes, i'd forgive 'em all day, everyday.

Ren: See you soon!

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hisheroics​:

     Jon was so high above the city that is stretched out like a sea of twinkling lights before him. Thanks to his super hearing he could make out the sound of the bustling traffic beneath him. It was a peaceful night and Jon was appreciative of that. His father would have told him that nights like these were few and far between and should be savored. Jon frowned. If only his dad had actually been there in the flesh to remind him of that. He was all alone on an unfamiliar planet that had a Superman of its own. Clark would then remind the boy that his time was better spent and that pouting would do him no good. He was Superboy and he had no time to mope.       He perked up at the sound of trouble. Somewhere in the city, a mugging was taking place. Diving off of the building Jon descended into the night. He appeared before an old lady and her would-be attacker in a red and blue blur. Upon spotting the insignia on his chest the mugger ran, abandoning the purse which Jon politely returned. She was so grateful that she had even given him five dollars for his kind deed. Deciding to put that money to good use he stopped by a hot dog cart and ordered a quick bite to eat. He stuck out like a sore thumb in his costume but Jon had learned to embrace the stares. When people looked at him they saw the personification of hope. “You come for a hot dog, too?” He asked, smiling brightly at a stranger that had joined him at the stand. 

Perenna was mid-bite when Superboy strolled up to the corner cart, her heart racing as she stood beside him. She finished her bite quickly, smiling as she nodded. “Mostly escaping the confines of my office. I think fresh air is just what the doctor ordered,” she smirked, the inklings of a joke to herself tickling her funny bone. She watched silently as she continued to eat, those passing by staring and gawking at the superhero so casually eating at a hot dog stand. 

“You’re new to the city. I haven’t seen your face and that symbol together around. So, if I can be forward for a moment — do you often galivant through the city wearing your costume like this? I can’t say that’s a usual occurrence for the Supers ‘round here.” She crumpled her napkin after wiping the remnants from her face, tossing it in the nearest garbage bin. “Not that I’m complaining, though. Everybody loves a man in uniform, right?”

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Lo ✉ Ren

Lo: Wait a minute, I thought Maggiano's was that place with the undercooked salmon?

Lo: It was practically fresh out of the bay, still gaping for air

Lo: gasping*

Lo: What about Thai? I could go for some Kapow Rice?

Ren: Yeah, that's the place! Let's steer clear....forever.

Ren: Girl, you sure you can't read minds? 'cause I've been craving that all WEEK!

Ren: PLEAAAAAASE tell me you're gonna bring your boys.

Ren: The babies, not your hubs lolol

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[ perenna -> unknown ]  :  i think i found your day planner, helen. [ perenna -> unknown ]  :  shit, helena*** sorry! [ perenna -> unknown ]  :  anyway, it was on the seat in my cab and figured it was easier to get a hold of you directly, rather than trust the cabbie who i’m quite certain tried to hit on me. yikes.

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@anyaxthewolf​ || CLOSED.

Slender fingers wrapped around her steaming mug of tea while her eyes gazed out at the smoke lazily billowing from smokestacks nestled atop neighboring buildings. Perenna had retreated into her mind, silencing the onslaught of uninvited noise in the form of stranger’s thoughts. The mind palace was her retreat from reality, where there was no burdens, no overwhelming expectations.

Whilst buried in introspection, she couldn’t hear the secretary cry out in fear before the sound was truncated prematurely. It was only when her office door flew open unexpectedly that she snapped back to reality, immediately putting up reinforced mental walls around herself, protecting her vulnerable mind after being pulled so forcefully from the place that was supposed to be a safe haven. She balanced her mug precariously on the edge of her desk before she pulled her eyes up to meet the intruder’s. Taking a breath, she tried her best to still her thundering heartbeat before her fear was heard in her voice.

“You didn’t heed the sign,” Perenna said calmly, eyes moving down to the flimsy placard that once hung on the doorknob.

Do not disturb. Meditation in progress.

“That’s incredibly rude. Now. Do you have an appointment?” She couldn’t get a read on the other woman, her senses still fuzzy and dulled from the abrupt intrusion. Despite this, her hands buzzed with potential power, on edge and ready to protect herself by whatever means necessary.

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detectivechucklxs​:

Every moment that seemed to roll on between them provoked  the deep tension between his shoulder to tighten. This is why he couldn’t stand psychologist. They all thought their pen was mightier than the sword; yet, here she was calling in the big guns to save the day. “If you keep flapping your gums, you will sit in the back of my unmarked cruiser,” he grumbled. Christian advanced forward with a cautious edge. There was no way he was willingly going to lead them into the lion’s den. “See that’s where you’re wrong. You’re not my ally, you’re the person I’m here to protect. Don’t try to be the hero. I ain’t trying to die tonight because you’ve got some repressed complex, alright?” 

Christian held his hand up to still her movements. “What did they steal and do you have any firearms in your office?” He asked softly. Pivoting, he flicked on the flashlight that sat flush against the barrel of his service pistol to illuminate the darkened corridor. 

Only if you promise....

Knowing her cheeky retort would only lead to more strain and awkwardness, Perenna held her tongue. Now was not the time, place, or person to be dropping that line, no matter how funny it would be to see his reaction.

She could almost feel as his tension wound tighter, withholding the urge to listen to his thoughts to understand more clearly where these intense emotions came from and how his mind ticked. “I didn’t call for protection. I called for a detective to properly clear the area and write up a report. I’m more capable of protecting myself than you realize.”

“Oh! Don’t get me started on repression, Detective. I think we both know you’ve got enough of that for the both of us and then some,” Perenna sighed, shaking her head. As his hand flew up, she stopped in her tracks, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “There was some cash missing, the waiting room television is gone, and while the file cabinet is still intact, it looks like the tried to get patient information.” She dwelled on the second half of his question for a moment, already anticipating his annoyance with her to grow. “There was a small pistol in a concealed compartment in my desk. But—” she started, head snapping to the side as a sound drew her attention away. “But it was gone when I went for it. My office was torn apart.”

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@thebravexandthebold​​ asked:  heart (caring starter)

To say the past few weeks had been hard was the biggest understatement. Between the chaotic consults she’d been called in for at Iron Heights and the free clinic, she was stretched far too thin. She could only imagine the chaos that the heroes and vigilantes of the city were experiencing alongside that.

“Hey, no. You are sitting right where you are and not moving a muscle. Now, close your eyes and stop messing with the face mask. You are meant to be relaxing, not fussing. That’s my job tonight. Now, what tickles your fancy, white or red?” Perenna milled about her small apartment, retrieving a pair of wine glasses from the cupboard. “Food will be here in about 15, so stop your worrying. I can feel it. Just relax.”

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detectivechucklxs​:

The last call he thought he would receive would come in the form of the prissy shrink who was as sharp as a ballpoint pen. After all of the hours she’d spent tying him up in paperwork, she needed help. How ironic. Christian responded to dispatch, his foot jamming heavily onto the gas. He wasn’t far out but she did need to be in distress. Stepping down from the cab, he held onto the handle of his door to gently close the door. There was no need to draw any unnecessary attention to a plain clothes detective. Her sinewy frame stood close to the dewy brick as he approached. His head spun from the rolling details that fell from her lips. The broken glass was evident to a break in but it didn’t explain why she has stuck around to call this in. Christian navigated through the alley, a keen eye on the placement of each piece of evidence. 

This shouldn’t take long. Go wait in my car and I’ll drive you to the station to take your statement. 

His words twisting lonely in the wind before disappearing at the faint sound of groaning and tires spinning on along gravel. "No,” he hissed. “I was telling you to stay in the shop with the door locked instead of tailing me in a dark alley.” Christian’s boots pounded the ground with an unfettered authority. “If you insist in following, stick close, Doc.”

Perenna rolled her eyes as she scoffed. “Oh, because locking myself inside  with a busted window isn’t an open invitation to looters,” she snapped back. “And knowing you, I’d probably have to sit in the back of your unmarked cruiser, so no thanks. I’ll take my chances following your shadow.” She continued to follow the grouchy detective as they walked the alleyway, her senses heightened as she tried to detect others in their intended path. “I’m more than just a damsel in distress, detective. Usually I’d handle these things myself, but seeing as there were some things stolen, I knew it was best to call CCPD. So call me what you will, do what you must, but know that I can handle my own when it comes down to it. I’m not your enemy, I’m an ally.”