Kiss the Boo-Boos, Make Them Better

[Claude Frollo]

"Very well." Frollo looked down at the board to read the things' name "Melty, was it? You must be bored laying in this infirmary for so long, there must be something more you want to do with your time... yes?"
Frollo pulled a chair and sat in it so he was not towering over Melty. " I can heal you of what ails you in 5 mins so you can go about doing whatever it is you do. There might be a bit of discomfort, however it will only be momentarily, after that you will feel like a new man.... woman?.... Melty." Frollo was the most transparent he had ever been at that point. He truly wanted to help the experiment heal quicker, for his own reasons of course but he was Genuine in his want to help. "What say you?" 

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As soon as the jeer had flown out of his muzzle, Melty realized he had forgotten Edgar's expertise in Tantalog. The red experiment was still so used to nobody understanding him that he did not think twice about it. For a moment, he was worried Edgar would give him away, but to his relief, the latter did no such thing. Instead, the jerrah-bashi nodded to him. It would seem they were on the same page when it came to Frollo.

Well, for the most part. Melty's long antennae perked at the overseer's proposal like a dog that had just heard the dinner bell. A procedure that could get him out of here in just five minutes? SOLD!

He nodded eagerly. "Ih! Ih!"

Sure, he had no idea what he just signed himself up for, but after being confined to a bed for seven long days, Melty could care less. Five minutes was not a long time. He can put up with "a bit of discomfort."

[Claude Frollo]

For the actions of the Red experiment, Frollo felt he needed no translation for. "I believe that was a yes?" Frollo reached for his side and grabbed his bible from the side pocket. He placed his hand on the Black leather cover with etched gold embroidery on it. Frollo closed his eyes and began to pray. "Lord, You invite all who are burdened to come to you. Allow my healing hand to heal the injured."
Frollo moved his hand now covered with some energy source from the book and placed his hand on Melty. "Touch this one's soul with your compassion for others; touch it's heart with your courage and infinite love for all; touch my mind with your wisdom, and may my mouth always proclaim your praise. Teach me to lead others to you by my example." At that point the healing force rushed from his hand and into Melty. Frollo focused his breath and his attention on healing Melty. For those long 5 minutes nothing else mattered. When it felt like the healing process was almost over, Frollo continued he prayer out loud "Most loving Heart of God, bring Melty health in body and spirit that it may serve You with all it's strength. Touch gently this life which you have created, now and forever.

Amen." 

With the Amen, Frollo removed his hand from melty and open his eyes. "Feeling any better now? Hm?"

[Edgar]

"You'd believe correctly, sir," Edgar nodded and stepped back to observe clearly everything Frollo was about to do. He wanted a good look at the Judge's methods. He didn't seem off put to see the man pull out a bible. He had studied man forms of magic and the occult, so working from a tome was far from uncommon.

Edgar stroked his chin with his long thin fingers and examined Frollo's bible with his beady red eyes. It seemed a straight forward book until a sort of energy issued forth, and covered Frollo's hand. Edgar's eyes zeroed in on the energy. Trying to learn all he could about it. Did it crackle? Did it flame? Did it glow? Was it unstable?

Frollo's words didn't seem like an incantation to summon or control the power. It seemed more for his own benefit than anything. But Edgar could be wrong. It was still too soon to tell. All he could do was examine how the energy effected Melty and the process. It lasted about five minutes from Edgar's estimation.

When complete Edgar stepped forward again, eager to see Melty's reaction to Frollo's methods.

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As Frollo's open palm hovered precariously over his head, Melty's instinct seemed to urge him to draw back, but he could not bring himself to move. The promise of being released was too much of an incentive for him to give in to the apprehension he suddenly felt. 

Frollo began to pray. A bolt of energy surged through Melty like lightning, knocking him clean off of his paws. "Ogata!" The red monstrosity flailed wildly, desperately trying to get up. "Ag-!" Another agonizing convulsion cut Melty off, his small body involuntary jerking as Frollo's hand somehow remained in place, uncaring of his comfort. Melty could no longer move, speak or even think. There was only pain. His eyes watered.

The excruciating spasms kept coming until it all ended in a flash of light as red as blood, followed by an almost euphoric reaction. It then ebbed, leaving Melty shaking as he got up, his long antennae drooping in exhaustion. 

"Feeling any better now? Hm?"

"Ih," Melty shivered.

[Claude Frollo]

"Good." Frollo smiled satisfied. " Melty. If you don't mind the Surgeon and I have some... private matters to discuss. If you want to check him over before Surgeon, that is fine but I believe Melty here is ready for service and go do what it wants to."


Frollo sat back down in a seat next to Melty's bed and looked at the two of them.

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Still looking dazed, Melty hunched his shoulders and tucked his tail between his legs. His huge black eyes warily looked up at Frollo as if to ask the strange overseer, "What now?" Was it really over?

"Melty, if you don't mind the surgeon and I have some...private matters to discuss. If you want to check him over before, surgeon, that is fine, but I believe Melty here is ready for service and go do what it wants to."

"Aka-choota!" In a sudden burst of energy, the experiment flung himself off of the bed. He couldn't care less what those "private matters" entailed, and he wanted to leave before Edgar could keep him even longer. So he ran at full speed out the door to freedom.

[Edgar]

"Hmmmmm," Edgar hummed thoughtfully as he watched Melty's trembling form. He didn't really have a chance to check Melty's vitals. The experiment was already tearing out for the door the moment Frollo's dismissal passed his lips. Edgar couldn't help but chuckle at that. Edgar turned to Frollo more fully, "He seems hale and hearty to me, sir." 

Edgar stripped the sheets off of Melty's bed and folded them up at the foot. They would need to be washed later and fresh linen placed on the bed. He'd have Thomas gather it later when he gathered the linens to be laundered. A clean work space was essential to a healthy work space. Edgar always kept his instruments sterile and his medicines well organized. Changing Melty's sheets before reusing the bed would help keep any possible pathogens, germs, and the like from spreading.

Edgar then gathered up the notes he had been making of Melty's vitals. It had been a learning experience. Almost each member of the legion was unique. The vitals of an experiment like Melty was fundamentally different from the vitals of, say, the undead beings like Owl or Kattz. It was a challenge, to say the least, to get base line statistics for his patients while also trying to keep them healthy.

"Thank you for the demonstration, sir," Edgar shuffled the papers together, "Now what is it you'd like to discuss with me?"

[Claude Frollo]

"Yes. I would like for you to do some physicals for a few... perspective candidates for an elite group I am putting together. They must be physically proficient and perferably rather Hardy. If you find any soldiers that fit that role, send them my way."

Frollo stood back up and looked at the Surgeon. "Of your findings, make copies to have sent to Lady Maleficent. If you require any assistance, or require more... Info let me know." Frollo walked back to to front door looking around the clinic room. "I expect the medical books you have can be sent to me more sooner than later, yes?"

[Edgar]

"Hmmmm," Edgar hummed, a deep know low in his chest. He looked skyward thoughtfully while tapping his chin with one finger, then he nodded and clapped his hands together with a bright smile, "I think I could think of some Ghazi's, sir! I'll get right on making you a dossier of the warriors with the most potential."

When Frollo also commanded him to copies for their dear queen, Edgar added a little bow at the waist, "But of course! And I'll have Thomas deliver my medical texts to you by the end of the day."

Edgar mentally went though his personal library and start organizing which of those volumes were better off... private. He'd have to doubly make sure that they were tucked neatly away. Besides those, he might need to get copies of other books. He never did like to share...

What a bother...