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| Dinner Time; Graham, pm for entry | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Oct 29, 2009 11:04 pm (242 Views) | |
| Graham Sideas | Sun Nov 1, 2009 9:37 pm Post #16 |
 
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Graham was rather... interested in such a procedure. While the man still put him off slightly, there wasn't much he could lose. His hand wiggled, the carapace of his demon half slowly growing over it, stopping along his wrist. He lifted himself from his seat, moving over to the woman, lifting her up carefully. He followed the sound of the doctor's footsteps, his eyes being held close. He was a bit put off, and a bit anxious all at once. Being able to see again would afford him such a great amount of power, and would allow him to study magics much more tediously, and much more efficiently. There were so many things open if this man wasn't just blowing smoke. He couldn't help but let a toothy smile slither it's way across his face. |
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Sun Dec 20, 2009 3:55 am Post #17 |
 
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The doctor led him by the hand, humming softly to himself as he dragged the lich to the alleyway, and smiling happily at the bouncers as he left. There was a skip in his step as he moved out of the alleyway, and he fingered the scalpel through his labcoat happily, knowing that this would be one of his crowning acheivements. To bring sight back to the blind, to fix that which many people thought was irrepairable...this was what the doctor lived for, what the doctor craved. Every day he could prove his colleagues wrong, every day he could surpass his own limits, was a day he was glad to be alive. He felt like a god, as his blade slid beneath the flesh, as he began to work on the young-looking man. He felt the fall, felt his frustration peak, as he turned from the child, speaking in a low, soft voice. "I'm sorry. I did what I could, but it wasn't much." He turned, and gave a wan smile. "I'm afraid that in this world, my science can only go so far..." |
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