What Happens When You Mix Shadow Walker and Discorn?

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Live reached the therapist's doorstep and knocked twice, slow and deliberate. Part of her wanted to get out while she still could but she held her ground. After all, she wasn't doing this for herself; it was for the people she cared about.

Loveless had asked her on a few occasions--those really bad occasions--if she would consider going to therapy or counseling of some kind. Of course, she had brushed it off, not because she didn't think it would be helpful but because she had too much on her plate as it was with high school coming to an end and all. Well, that and she was also as stubborn as hell.

But, now she was done with high school. There was nothing taking up her time but work and she had found over the past couple weeks that the extra free time just translated to more time to sit around and feel like crap. Plus, the holiday's were right around the corner and she wanted to show her grown up boyfriend that she could be a grown up too and not have a complete meltdown when Christmas carols came on.

She had been browsing the web looking for something that didn't look absolutely horrible when she stumbled across a yellow pages ad for an art therapist. She glanced at her sketchbook full of abstract images, half of which she didn't even know what they were, and figured it was worth a shot.

And there she was, standing at the door steps of Revel Nocquus' practice with her sketchbook in hand, ready to give this therapy thing a shot.

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Being new on the island, Revel had only just put up ads for his practice and didn't really have any patients yet. He was looking forward to getting some from the wide variety of interesting people he was sure could be found. The discorn felt freer here, not having to pretend quite as much, though he still wasn't admitting to his half-nightmare status just yet. And finally he could keep a nocturnal schedule without being suspicious - unicorns seemed rare enough that there was no reason for them not to be awake at night.

And now he was awaiting his first patient. She had seemed reluctant over the phone. At least he thought she was a she - he hadn't even gotten her name. He didn't mind, though. He'd do spur of the moment - it wasn't like he was incredibly busy. And he'd need time to measure her face to face. He wasn't a planner but he did like to pay close attention to his patients. Each one was different and fascinating. People were so much fun to play with.

Because of the lack of any information, Revel opened the door to the person he assumed was his patient, considering she came at the right time and most people probably did not just walk into a therapist's office for no reason. His first impression was angsty teenager, but he'd never much cared about appearances. He knew people had so much more to them than met the eye. He could see some of it, in flickers of visions around her head, though he hadn't been around her long enough to interpret any of what he saw.

"You're the one who made the appointment, I'm assuming. Miss? You never did give me your name over the phone." He smiled politely as he let her in.

There was a small entryway, and then his "office" was a decent-sized room separated from the rest of the house. It didn't really look like an office - it was a cozy, well-lit room with some comfortable chairs, a small table, and various art supplies neatly put away in boxes on some shelves. There were a few small framed paintings on the wall - mostly abstract, although one was a portrait of a woman done entirely in black and white.
 

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Live's apathetic expression slipped to a smirk, though only for a moment.

"Name's Live." And with that, she moved into the entryway then followed Revel into his office. She was silent, looking around the room, her unpleased expression having returned.

After a moment she scoffed, "I should have guessed you'd make art yourself. How long have you been at it?" She questioned, her eyes landing on the portrait.
 
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