So tell me what's wrong..

[rungout]

WHO: Rung and Mirage
WHERE: The good docyor's office
WHEN: After Mirage's recent post on the comm.
WHAT: Time for a nice long chat about..well, whatever it was Mirage needed to talk to him about.
WARNINGS: N/A


Rung was never one to turn away an individual that needed to speak with him. Hed urged Mirage to come by as soon as he wanted, the doctor having quite an open day ahead of him given things had been pretty easy going as of late.

Which wasn't bad by any means.

He was currently in his office, big surprise there, idly playing with one of his light orbs as he reviewed files in his head. There was a lot to add to some of his patient files and he'd been slacking quite a bit as of late.

Plus, he'd discovered that the less he really thought about it, the easier it was for him to create and control the light orbs. If he thought too hard...well...generally they didn't do what he was aiming for him to do.

Thus, practicing when he had the spare time.

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[perfavore]

It was a hard thing to admit, when you were once so proud of yourself. That you actually might need some counseling. Some people would see it as a weakness--and Mirage, sadly used to be one of those. He used to see himself as invincible. And that the only ones he met on the wrong end of the blade would soon be scrap metal beneath him.

It wasn't like that here. Here...time played tricks on you. No one could be perished forever.

And secrets were kept. Secrets that drove you to insanity. It was because of this that Mirage needed a clear answer. No one he asked seemed to give clarity, or at least a good enough reason to see things the way they should. Maybe Rung could help with that.

He'd heard of the bot's reputation after all.

So in he steps, wings folded down, feeling rather awkward about all of this.