Post by creampuff on Jan 20, 2014 15:18:00 GMT -5
Doctor Redline
Royal Guard Psychiatric, PHD
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"Ah, Dynamite Rave! Wonderful to see you again for the.. fourth time this week. My wife is starting to become jealous." The awkward laugh from the steel gray stallion tapers off after a few chuckles before he straightens up at his desk and shuffles a few pieces of paper about. "So, I see that last night you once again got into a bit of a skirmish, this time.. by the report I am reading.. with six hostiles on the streets of Canterlot who were trying to murder one of your colleagues. Diamond Dancer, was it? So, I suppose we should start off with the basics. How are you feeling right now?"
There is a long pregnant pause as the Doctor listens. "I see. You don't feel anything. Just doing your job?" Another pause. "But, I want to know what you are -feeling- though. Were you scared, excited, nervous, happy, sad?"
"I see. You still say you felt nothing. That is the answer you always seem to default to when you don't wish to tell me something, am I right? I can tell that you do feel something, but you do not feel comfortable in explaining yourself." The papers shuffle once more again.
"You leapt right into battle without reinforcements.. again. This is becoming a habit Mr. Rave.... I see. You had no choice. I understand. If you were to have held back, Diamond Dancer would have been killed. Is that -why- you attacked? To save her life?"
"Yes, I am asking you a serious question. I wish for you to be honest with me. Did you leap into battle to save her life, or was it for something else?"
".. I'll take your silence for what it is. Moving on. How are things going with Rainbow Dash? Ah! There's a reaction from you. That glare is practically telling. Well then, do you wish to talk about it? No, I figured as much. Dating the element of loyalty must be quite difficult is it not? No? Why not?"
"I see. You feel that you are both on the same levels. Both of you are heroes in your own way, yes? She saves the world, you save citizens. Match made in Celestia's heaven, yes?"
"No answer? Well, I suppose when you are ready. How are things progressing with your father? Jukebox Hero? Last session you told me that you moved into his mansion and you had your own room now. Is that working out alright?"
"Well, that is very good news indeed. I am glad to see that you two are making progress. I remember when you used to be very uncomfortable talking about your father. Would you care for some jellybeans? No, I know you are not a young colt anymore." A long pause. ".. yes, you may pick out the red cherry ones. Those are my favorite as well."
"So, do you still want to kill yourself?"
"Yes, that is a serious question."
"I understand you have never told me that you want to kill yourself, but I also see you are deflecting the question."
"Mr. Rave, please do not threaten me. If you simply eat all the red jelly beans I can just replace them. I also fancy the green and yellow ones as well if you must know. Why will you not answer the question?"
"You don't know? You don't know if you want to kill yourself or you don't know if you want to live?"
"Please, sit back down, take a deep breath. Pacing will only get you even more worked up."
"You don't want to kill yourself? You show the signs of a guard who wants to die. You throw yourself into battle without cause of concern. You push yourself to your farthest limits. You burn yourself out with your magic. You over work yourself into the ground. You are also not having the regulated minimum seven hours of sleep required by your position. Either you want to kill yourself, or you're trying to overcompensate for something."
"Yes, I know that being raised in an orphanage and being trapped in a magical box is quite traumatizing. I also know that you refuse to take your medication and that you told me that pills are for babies and you'd shove them up my ass."
There is a long sigh from the Doctor as he presses a hoof to his head.
"You don't trust doctors do you, Mr. Rave? Yes, I understand you did not have a great relationship with your last physician, but I am a psychiatrist. My job is to heal your mind and to help you help yourself. You are by far one of my more.. combative patients."
"Apology accepted, eye rolling duly noted."
"What do you want out of life, Mr. Rave? I never asked you that question before."
".. to serve the Princess to the best of your ability. Ah, haven't heard -that- one before. And yes, that is meant to be sarcastic."
"Mr. Rave.. I am ordering you to take a vacation no more, no less, than two weeks."
"Yes, I have that authority."
"... where are you going? We still have thirty minutes left. You are also taking my .." The door slams. ".. Jelly beans."
Royal Guard Psychiatric, PHD
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"Ah, Dynamite Rave! Wonderful to see you again for the.. fourth time this week. My wife is starting to become jealous." The awkward laugh from the steel gray stallion tapers off after a few chuckles before he straightens up at his desk and shuffles a few pieces of paper about. "So, I see that last night you once again got into a bit of a skirmish, this time.. by the report I am reading.. with six hostiles on the streets of Canterlot who were trying to murder one of your colleagues. Diamond Dancer, was it? So, I suppose we should start off with the basics. How are you feeling right now?"
There is a long pregnant pause as the Doctor listens. "I see. You don't feel anything. Just doing your job?" Another pause. "But, I want to know what you are -feeling- though. Were you scared, excited, nervous, happy, sad?"
"I see. You still say you felt nothing. That is the answer you always seem to default to when you don't wish to tell me something, am I right? I can tell that you do feel something, but you do not feel comfortable in explaining yourself." The papers shuffle once more again.
"You leapt right into battle without reinforcements.. again. This is becoming a habit Mr. Rave.... I see. You had no choice. I understand. If you were to have held back, Diamond Dancer would have been killed. Is that -why- you attacked? To save her life?"
"Yes, I am asking you a serious question. I wish for you to be honest with me. Did you leap into battle to save her life, or was it for something else?"
".. I'll take your silence for what it is. Moving on. How are things going with Rainbow Dash? Ah! There's a reaction from you. That glare is practically telling. Well then, do you wish to talk about it? No, I figured as much. Dating the element of loyalty must be quite difficult is it not? No? Why not?"
"I see. You feel that you are both on the same levels. Both of you are heroes in your own way, yes? She saves the world, you save citizens. Match made in Celestia's heaven, yes?"
"No answer? Well, I suppose when you are ready. How are things progressing with your father? Jukebox Hero? Last session you told me that you moved into his mansion and you had your own room now. Is that working out alright?"
"Well, that is very good news indeed. I am glad to see that you two are making progress. I remember when you used to be very uncomfortable talking about your father. Would you care for some jellybeans? No, I know you are not a young colt anymore." A long pause. ".. yes, you may pick out the red cherry ones. Those are my favorite as well."
"So, do you still want to kill yourself?"
"Yes, that is a serious question."
"I understand you have never told me that you want to kill yourself, but I also see you are deflecting the question."
"Mr. Rave, please do not threaten me. If you simply eat all the red jelly beans I can just replace them. I also fancy the green and yellow ones as well if you must know. Why will you not answer the question?"
"You don't know? You don't know if you want to kill yourself or you don't know if you want to live?"
"Please, sit back down, take a deep breath. Pacing will only get you even more worked up."
"You don't want to kill yourself? You show the signs of a guard who wants to die. You throw yourself into battle without cause of concern. You push yourself to your farthest limits. You burn yourself out with your magic. You over work yourself into the ground. You are also not having the regulated minimum seven hours of sleep required by your position. Either you want to kill yourself, or you're trying to overcompensate for something."
"Yes, I know that being raised in an orphanage and being trapped in a magical box is quite traumatizing. I also know that you refuse to take your medication and that you told me that pills are for babies and you'd shove them up my ass."
There is a long sigh from the Doctor as he presses a hoof to his head.
"You don't trust doctors do you, Mr. Rave? Yes, I understand you did not have a great relationship with your last physician, but I am a psychiatrist. My job is to heal your mind and to help you help yourself. You are by far one of my more.. combative patients."
"Apology accepted, eye rolling duly noted."
"What do you want out of life, Mr. Rave? I never asked you that question before."
".. to serve the Princess to the best of your ability. Ah, haven't heard -that- one before. And yes, that is meant to be sarcastic."
"Mr. Rave.. I am ordering you to take a vacation no more, no less, than two weeks."
"Yes, I have that authority."
"... where are you going? We still have thirty minutes left. You are also taking my .." The door slams. ".. Jelly beans."
