".. Ah... Unfortunately, I don't think my regeneration would allow that, aha... .."
=> Though maybe you could ask Thrixe if he could alter your dna to temporarily block your regeneration again, like when you wanted to get your ears pierced a second time...
A medical care facility and scientific engineering lab network in one, Crown Clinic is located in the city of Block 136. (City created by @raitrolling)
STAFF:
Administrator & Chief Medic: Friday Lovely (created by Bel a.k.a anontrolls, currently used by me)
Security Detail & Administrative Assistant: Thrixe Varzim [current affiliate, but not directly employed]
Receptionist & Surgeonhiliator: Cheran Zaurok
Bioengineer: Cipher Tegiro [former employee]
Psiionic Test Subject & Receptionist: Katrin Rissah
Lusus Caretaker: Linnae Ishimi
Prosthetist: Sorzae Laelee
Surgeonhiliator: Hannah Descur
Security Detail: Yarrex Fissaa
Microbiologist: Bellam Xavier
BATHRE CLINIC STAFF: (an affiliate of Crown Clinic)
Administrator & Chief Medic: Ashell Bathre
On-Call Surgeon: Rotavh Suloch
Security & Receptionist: Helios Fenjun
SERVICES:
Crown clinic provides a variety of products and care for its clients. Trolls who need routine health checkups and medication prescriptions can find many of them here without need for a pharmacy. The staff are also capable of various types of surgeries, and if they cannot provide a specific type, they can easily direct clients to specialists.
Prior to the arrival of Xrumon Arigah, their prosthetic services were only middling, but have sharply improved as of late.
Psiionic testing of powers and care for related ailments is available, and all data related to such is kept private and not disclosed to the empire if a troll wishes to avoid helming. Even unusual powers or those with harmful side effects can find treatment and handling here.
While it is not openly disclosed, the clinic can and will treat mutants, aliens, and other non-troll entities.
ROBOTS:
The clinic has several small robots of various kinds for administration, maintenance, sanitation, security, and other miscellaneous purposes. Most are roomba-like and have basic intelligence as well as faces painted on them.
LUSII:
The clinic has a number of lusii taken care of by Linnae Ishimi while their charges work, and some have their own duty of comforting young trolls who either have no lusii or cannot bring theirs to the clinic. They are as follows:
Porcupine-firefly dad: Ullane’s lusus, about the size of a medium dog. Friendly, a little dim, often forgets he is very spiny but doesn’t want to hurt anyone unless they hurt his daughter. He can glow at will and fly short distances.
Beefly dad: Friday’s lusus. A cuddly, fluffy giant beefly (about basketball sized) that pollinates floral revenants. Despite that morbid ecological role, he is nevertheless friendly to trolls.
Raccoon mum: Katrin’s lusus. Comes to the clinic mostly to be fed while her charge works.
Fungidad: Cipher’s tegu lusus. Usually kept with him while he works and not seen in the wider clinic.
Hedgehog mum: The lusus of a friend to Thrixe and Ullane, Glasya Elliss, she is cared for at the clinic when her charge is too busy with work to be at hive.
OTHER:
The clinic is sometimes haunted by Amprus Dorzuh, friend to Xrumon Arigah. Trolls who can see or hear ghosts may perceive her presence.
The clinic is owned by Chimer Latrai, and occasionally she and her two main guards will be seen there.
The clinic was founded and formerly run by Ullane Wistim.
ashe doesn't wear shorts often because he's a bit self-conscious of his figure when he's showing more skin that usual, but he owns exactly one (1) pair
idea i had that i dont have the muse to turn into a full drabble but i think its funny: Ashe making the trip up to Vernrot because he was meant to catch up with Vallis and assumed the lack of communication was just his friend being scatterbrained again, meeting Lucy properly for the first time, and feeling bad for his current situation but not really having any way to help other than giving him a big bag of lollipops and some juiceboxes he had in his modus
The headaches had not been caused by stress, which in hindsight, Velour should have seen coming.
As they continued to ail him, Velour sought out advice from the trolls he had been confiding in recently. Glasya had responded to his text with a short ‘Sounds like a you problem’, so that was a bust. But Kizuna had recognised the warning signs and insisted he return to Daizak.
It was exactly the scenario he knew was inevitable but was hoping would not happen so soon: his magic was outgrowing the bindings that kept his omniscience at bay. And much like a butterfly growing inside its cocoon, the only solution was to let it break free. Release the bindings and learn to work with his omniscience, instead of keeping it locked away until it grew too powerful that it would consume him.
Velour hated the idea. He hated the invasion of privacy. He hated unintentionally learning things about others that they otherwise would never tell a soul. He hated how people would look at him differently when they knew what he was capable of, and feeling their trust in him waver and break.
He had seen that in Jamie, for just the briefest of moments, when he told him the news. The slight stiffening on his posture, the hitch in his breath, the wide look in his eyes… Before his moirail remembered that he could still be trusted. Velour understood his trepidation as he would have felt the same in Jamie’s shoes, but it was still a reminder of what he is choosing to be.
Velour clutched a piece of amber citrine like a security blanket before he would visit his quadrants - a gift from Kizuna, a talisman that would pull the bindings of his omniscience tight once more. Neither Jamie nor Crista were particularly approving of him being able to read their thoughts, a sentiment he respected wholeheartedly. Viltau too, who Velour practically felt the shift in the air around them when he told his friend about his power, the indigoblood’s walls building up around him as he politely but firmly told him no, he would rather not, thank you.
His other friends, however, were varying degrees of receptive towards allowing him to practice.
It was not as if he was constantly reading their thoughts, he explained to them, based on his initial experiences with his omniscience before it was sealed by Hanabi. It is more as if he were to pick up on a conversation occurring at a table next to him in a cafe, or suddenly becoming aware of the lyrics playing on the radio.
Around the Takami Estate, he overhears thoughts of the hivekeepers going about their nightly routines. Lists of tasks that still need to be completed before their next break, grumblings when their co-workers leave surfaces unpolished or failed to scrub all the remains off a plate, distracted minds considering what to eat for dinner or thinking about the TV show they watched last night. With how large the main building was, these additional voices did not overwhelm Velour, but should he be in much closer quarters, the cacophony of internal conversations would crush him.
But - with just a squeeze of the talisman in his pocket - silence, once more.
It was the one-on-one conversations that were the most insightful, as it allowed him to feel more comfortable with his omniscience in more intimate settings. He would build himself up to walking around in public with his unbound magic in time, preferring a drip feed of exposure just like the way his friends’ thoughts and pasts leaked into his own mind.
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Jikiro was the most receptive to the idea. A blessing for Velour, as he knew a lot about the tanuki troll that any unintentional peeks into his past as random pieces of information entered his mind would not surprise him. It was also easy to get him on his own, as he had been dropping by Velour’s hive more recently.
Sure, it was due to a silly bet between himself and his quadrants, as Jamie and Crista both did not believe he would be capable of lasting two weeks without working himself to exhaustion, but Jikiro keeping an eye on his bad habits was still appreciated.
His omniscience did not constantly bombard him with information siphoned from those around him, but for the most part what he gained from Jikiro was… Almost mundane. He always had ideas for his next ink-related projects in mind, whether that be a new product to sell through the business or something to impress his friends with. He thought of Viltau and Ashell and Jamie and everyone else on the Estate’s grounds, and he also thought about food rather often.
It always came as no surprise whenever the tanuki troll insisted that Velour stop whatever he was doing and come with him to grab some dinner, as he started picking up stray thoughts of restaurants around the city whenever that time drew near. But, that never stopped him from trying to bargain for an extra ten minutes of work, despite knowing exactly how stubborn Jikiro can be.
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He was not the only troll who volunteered, of course.
While Velour played it safe and told him his power was actually mind-reading psiionics that awoke very late in life, Sharle was another troll easily receptive to letting Velour use him as a test dummy. The blueblood was an open book, thrust into the public eye at an age even younger than when Velour debuted as a fashion designer, meaning that there was nothing new about his past that could be gained. And, perhaps unsurprisingly, his thoughts were more languid than what he had heard while listening to Jikiro’s mind. Slow, yet focused, and occasionally in one of the other languages he spoke.
It took him back to when the mind reading side of his omniscience first started occurring, back when he had pushed his magic too far in the wake of the Twelfth Perigee Ball. All that time, Sharle had been thinking about how Velour didn’t look well, and that he should find Jamie because he would know what to do. It was very sweet, the cuspblood thought, how easily his thoughts would drift towards other people. Even now, when the two sat together discussing the clothing choices for an upcoming photoshoot, he picked up on the occasional internal comment from Sharle musing if his friend Iva would like wearing the same thing.
He knew from Jamie and social media rumours that those two were definitely an item, and as he tuned into the frequency of the falcon troll’s mind, it felt especially clear to him now. His focus on her was quiet, yet as persistent as the thoughts that crossed his mind about his own matesprit.
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Others, like Ashell, had minds that were so unbearably loud. The jadeblood had volunteered as he was curious as to if his mind was even capable of being pried into. Perhaps if Velour’s power was of the psiionic variety like he had claimed to Sharle that may have been the case, but a kitsune’s magic cares not about if its target is living or undead.
He didn’t know whether it was reassuring or terrifying how every time he mentally flipped through the pages of Ashell’s mind, that they were almost always his fears about losing control around him. How overpowering the magic in his blood smelled to him, how it dances and sparks like pop rocks on his tongue… And how horrified he would be if his concentration slipped for just a single moment, and what would Jikiro and Jamie both think if they found out.
But, he holds back. He always holds back and he’s always so careful and kind around the kitsune troll. He asks him if his headaches have come back and reminds him that he needs to eat and sleep well to make sure he replenishes his magical energy properly, and tells him that he enjoyed watching the candy making video he did with Glasya. Little things to help Velour focus on his immediate surroundings and not keep tuning into the screaming in the rainbowdrinker’s mind.
But, it is still too much at this point in time. He opts to activate the talisman whenever he knows he’ll be around Ashell for now, for his own peace of mind.
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While Hazard had been happy (albeit a little nervous) to let Velour trial using his powers around him, it was the cuspblood who was overly cautious despite being the one who asked. He always treated the librarian so gently and with such great consideration for his feelings, as if his trust was as delicate as tissue paper and could be torn to shreds in one wrong move.
Jamie was always teasing him about that, and how closely Hazard resembled the first troll Velour ever fell in love with. Velour would deny having any feelings for him, because that definitely was not the case, but… He knew his anxieties of making the same mistakes with him as he did with Liiore still greatly coloured his interactions with the other blueblood. He knew, Hazard knew of Liiore, but the two never spoke of it.
It made him glad that his omniscience wasn’t a two-way street, to be quite frank.
Because of all that, Velour made sure to reiterate exactly what his powers could be able of, and that if he ever learnt of anything that felt too private, he would tell Hazard immediately and shut them off around him. And just as he would reiterate exactly how he would treat his friend with as much respect for his privacy as possible, the librarian reassured him that he can be trusted.
The times they spent together during the first testing phase went smoothly in the beginning. Much like Jikiro, Hazard’s mind tended to be focused on his work and studies, and Velour would find himself occasionally learning a new linguistic fact via omniscience osmosis. Something he was always pleased to tell him, as if he had researched the topic himself.
It was the second time he visited the library when things went a little awry.
Picking up stray thoughts in the present was something Velour had been slowly growing used to, particularly in how mundane most of them are. But, when he would glean information into someone’s past, he felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t, opening a door with ‘do not enter’ plastered all over it, except the door opens automatically and he is stuck on a conveyor belt advancing towards it.
Catching a glimpse of a more recent memory, one of which Hazard had recently approached Lizzie to discuss his fears towards being a bad moirail if he pushed Viltau into opening up more and reconsidering some of his more hypocritical views, was just plain violating. A scene that had twisted Velour’s stomach in knots, and immediately admitted to his friend that he’d discovered something highly personal. The talisman’s spell was cast, and he denied himself further access into Hazard’s mind.
He couldn’t tell what was more palpable to him, the guilt Hazard had felt in that memory, admitting that he saw his pale partner as being troublesome at times, or the guilt he felt for sitting too close to him to overhear that conversation in his mind.
Yet, perhaps he shouldn’t be too surprised by what he’d found out, given how Viltau had reacted to the thought of Velour being able to look into his mind. He always kept his cards so close to his chest they might as well be woven into the fabric of his expensive shirts, who knew if it was possible for him to let those go without unraveling entirely?
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But, there was another indigoblood he had in mind.
He never met Glasya in person again after the video they made together, - they’d had their fun stirring up controversy and then disappeared, - but that did not mean the two were not still in contact. While infrequent enough for it to not be a habit, they had been wandering into Velour’s dreams enough for him to take notice. It surprised him how easily they could blend in before he gained enough lucidity to identify them: A barista at the trendy cafe, a hairdresser on the runway backstage, a reporter in an interview that was going particularly poorly.
They were only checking up on him to make sure he wasn’t going to accidentally attract the attention of something otherworldly (and also to tease and make jokes at his expense), but their presence was reassuring to him, strangely enough. He once told them that, and Glasya laughed and called themselves ‘an angel with a shotgun’, which felt like a reference he didn’t understand.
Another respite was that, as their dreamwalking was a form of astral projection, there was no physical body whose thoughts he could read while they were sharing the same dreamspace. He could only ever learn as much about them as what they told him, and their true thoughts hidden behind layers of flippancy and insensitive remarks remained an enigma to him. But, he still felt it worthwhile to ask them what they thought of his omniscience, and if he could practice around them.
Glasya laughed at the idea, a brief but loud ‘Hah!’, and shook their head.
“Velour, my guy, you would not last an hour in the asylum I was raised in.” They drawled in low amusement. “You don’t wanna see what’s going on in this noggin, trust me.”
