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Note: All characters are older than 18 years of age.


Dr Orpheus Mason sat behind his desk, his eyes momentarily closed. It was 8:50am, and he knew that in a few short minutes his receptionist would bring in his first appointment. Since Dr Mason had become a legally recognised doctor a few years ago, he had dedicated a whole day each month to seeing demigods for annual check-ups. He knew that demigods couldn't go visit regular doctors; they wouldn't understand the various issues that confront demigods. Dr Mason had inherited his medical prowess from his father, the god Asclepius, so was equipped to deal with those issues. The doctor breathed in deeply, emptying his mind for what would surely be a busy and strange day.

At least Dr Mason had his own version of his father's staff, the Asklepian. His hand reached to the table in front of him and caressed the hard polished wooden staff engraved with a coiling snake. He could feel its power from just a touch, the raw ability to heal threatening to overwhelm even him. His asklepian had many uses, which Dr Mason had discovered since he had received if from his father as a graduation present. As well as helping his diagnose a patient, and doing some minor healing, Dr Mason had found that the staff also could put a patient into a susceptible state, where they would follow his instructions without question. Even when it had worn off, patients still wouldn't question his suggestions. Ostensibly, this was useful to make sure patients took the full course of their medication, or didn't do anything that would impact their illness. Dr Mason, though, had found other uses for it.

Someone rapped on the door of his office. Dr Mason's eyes snapped open.

"Come in", he said, his deep and rich voice resonating around the room.

The door opened to show a pretty blonde woman.

"Just letting you know that your patients have begun to arrive", she said. She paused before continuing. "I think one of them is a dog."

Dr Mason sighed. A werewolf case. He hated those; his veterinary skills were not as well developed as his human medical skills, so he didn't like working with animal transformations.

"Thank you, Betty", he said, tacking a smile onto his face. "Please send the first one in."