Everburning Fires.

[Ari]

Arriana slid quietly into the clinic. This wasn't quite the type of clinic she was looking for, but at the very least she hoped they could understand what she was trying to say. She missed the click of heels on tile floors, but she hadn't felt the need to create any, thus far. Her bare soles were much easier to walk long distances, and when she was done here there was another world begging to be explored. If she lived long enough to get there. 

The receptionist was rather pretty, inputting data into a computer while she discussed appointment times with someone on the phone. Ari was content to wait, leaning against the opposite wall and examining her surroundings. It was, all things considered, very quaint. The walls had been painted robin's egg blue, and children's drawings were taped up on the wall behind the desk. They had a small lounge area with what looked like leather chairs, a coffee table between them. Beside that, where parents could watch, was a smaller plastic table, with smaller chairs and beanbags next to boxes of toys and crayons. A family doctor. Not the kind of medical expert she was looking for. They would know where she could find someone more experienced in radiology though, better than Warren anyways.

Ari had a strong feeling she had angered the man, though she expected that. He was prideful, and she had insulted his manhood. It was only to be expected. 

Marie, if Ari was reading the girl's name tag correctly, looked to be much more trustworthy. Of course, if the clinic had been a criminal front, the same girl would have been hired to keep suspicions away. That had been the whole purpose of employing Rose... Arriana cursed herself, shaking her head to chase the thought away. Rose would be fine. She had J and Cain, they would keep things running without her. The Chimera tilted her head back until it hit the wall with a dull thud, staring up at the stucco ceiling and florescent lights. The doctor in charge of this clinic must have been very fond of mid-1900s architecture. The dated ceiling made her smile, if only due to a better sort of nostalgia. She could taste the scent of cigars lingering through the memory, masking the off-note smell of the 'Omniverse'.

Arriana barely noticed when the brunette at the counter finished, beckoning her over with a generic 'how can I help you today?'

"I'm looking for a doctor with experience with radiation sickness, and a few other.. ailments, but the radiation is much more important than those."

Marie's confusion showed: Ari looked to be perfectly healthy woman, though she clearly wasn't human. Dutifully, Marie used her extent of medical knowledge to give an answer.

"Dr.Ian is just a pediatrician, I'm not sure he could help with that-"

"I don't need this one specifically. My aquaintance is not quite as knowledgeable as I had thought, though I suppose he did his best."

Arriana leaned on the counter, the colour of her irises drawing in the focus of the receptionist. 

"Where could I find a larger establishment with doctors more accustomed to rare illnesses."

Marie stammered a response, unused to such intense clients. The receptionist genuinely couldn't tell if the woman was more likely to steal her heart or her life. Ari, however, simply gave her a wink and a dangerous smile as she walked out the door with a new destination in mind.