Two-Bit Con Artist
The upper floors of the Sou Emergency Medical Center were closed off to access from the clinic. They had always been, and would always be. After all, they only rented the first two floors, and someone else owned the building. For the most part, the people who worked there barely thought about the upper floors. Usually it was quiet. Rarely they heard movement in the earliest hours of the morning, between midnight and dawn.
Of course, the sound dampening insulation that Irajah Ven had installed before the center had moved into the bottom floors was very good at what it did.
Known to the people at the clinic downstairs as Doctor Calais, Irajah leaned over the figure on the table, head tilting from side to side as she withdrew her presence in the Force from his mind. Months of work, but she wouldn't know just the effects until it was all over. She had just finished erasing a particularly unpleasant moment from his memory. She couldn't do all of them, that would cause the entire psyche to collapse in on itself. But she could keep the worst under the cover of the subconscious.
"Shhhh," she murmured softly, "You're alright. Can you hear me Icarn?"
[member="Icarn Amonta"]
Of course, the sound dampening insulation that Irajah Ven had installed before the center had moved into the bottom floors was very good at what it did.
Known to the people at the clinic downstairs as Doctor Calais, Irajah leaned over the figure on the table, head tilting from side to side as she withdrew her presence in the Force from his mind. Months of work, but she wouldn't know just the effects until it was all over. She had just finished erasing a particularly unpleasant moment from his memory. She couldn't do all of them, that would cause the entire psyche to collapse in on itself. But she could keep the worst under the cover of the subconscious.
"Shhhh," she murmured softly, "You're alright. Can you hear me Icarn?"
[member="Icarn Amonta"]