Apr 3, 2019 22:32:53 GMT -6
Post by Historia Llewellyn on Apr 3, 2019 22:32:53 GMT -6
Fun fact: most nurse's offices are just converted science lab classrooms.
This statement was, of course, patently false, but it held true for one Academy professional in particular: Historia Llewellyn, the only veterinarian on the grounds. Over the past couple of years, she had slowly transformed her office into something suitable for medical practice, converting most of the fireproof lab desks into beds (which were conveniently fireproof for the occasional ever-aflame individual) and swapping out most of the chemical storage for various medicines. Though students were officially advised to bring only their pets, familiars, thralls, and creatures of such nature to Historia, she quite often found herself visited by those with larger-than-life transformations, simply because she had more space to work with.
At the present, though, her workplace was more than a little off-putting. The floor was strewn with various shredded plastics swept into a pile. The woman herself was off to the side attempting to pump air into what appeared to be a makeshift blood pressure monitor, but scaled up to accommodate the occasional dragon. However, she seemed unable to inflate the machine with eldritch energy without rending the pressure sensor to shreds, and thus Historia found herself in a corner of her office making herself a cup of cocoa using a Bunsen burner to cheer herself up.
She looked up from her chocolate mood-booster right as a potential patient walked in.
This statement was, of course, patently false, but it held true for one Academy professional in particular: Historia Llewellyn, the only veterinarian on the grounds. Over the past couple of years, she had slowly transformed her office into something suitable for medical practice, converting most of the fireproof lab desks into beds (which were conveniently fireproof for the occasional ever-aflame individual) and swapping out most of the chemical storage for various medicines. Though students were officially advised to bring only their pets, familiars, thralls, and creatures of such nature to Historia, she quite often found herself visited by those with larger-than-life transformations, simply because she had more space to work with.
At the present, though, her workplace was more than a little off-putting. The floor was strewn with various shredded plastics swept into a pile. The woman herself was off to the side attempting to pump air into what appeared to be a makeshift blood pressure monitor, but scaled up to accommodate the occasional dragon. However, she seemed unable to inflate the machine with eldritch energy without rending the pressure sensor to shreds, and thus Historia found herself in a corner of her office making herself a cup of cocoa using a Bunsen burner to cheer herself up.
She looked up from her chocolate mood-booster right as a potential patient walked in.