Session 1: Start with the Leader

The man in the chair wasn't very tall. He was a little taller than Sandy, wearing a long, beige colored coat with intricate details embroidered on them and a vest and beige pants. His head was bald except for the long, thin lock of blond hair that stood up and did a swirly thing.

"So…" Nourie cleared her throat, "Mr. Man in Moon."

"Um," he held his finger up, "Actually, I prefer the name Mr. Lunar, I'm not always in the moon, and technically speaking, I'm the Man on the Moon, so that means the Guardians should call me MoM…" he frowned when he realized the oddity of what he just said, "...nope, MiM is much better."

"Yes." The woman snapped, although not harshly, "I'll call you Mr. Lunar."

He gave her a small smile, "Good, and what will I call you?"

"Call me Ms. Therapist." she stated bluntly as she started to write down something in her papers.

"Alright then, Ms. The Rapist." He said innocently, looking around the office.

The woman's eyebrow twitched but she said nothing and continued to write.

The Man that was Currently not on the Moon decided to break the silence, "Have you considered being a Guardian?"

"No." she said flatly as she pressed a little too hardly on the pen until it exploded, covering both people in ink. Nourie frowned and with a flick of her finger she wiped the ink from her glasses.

MiM looked a bit stunned, blinking several times, and then smiled, "Is this part of the therapy session?"

If she could, Nourie would've blown out sand from her ears. Instead, she shook her head gently to keep the ink from splattering anywhere and pulled out a Wipes tissue from her drawer, offering it to the unnaturally happy man in front of her.

"Why thank you, young lady." He said pleasantly and wiped his chubby face as easily as one wipes dust from glass.

Nourie wiped her own face with a couple more Wipes, "I'm not that young, Mr. Lunar."

"Really?" he asked curiously, "Then how young are you, Ms. The Rapist?"

She growled inwardly at the stain on her shirt to divert her anger away from the man, "Young enough to be patient with people like you." She looked up at him, "And it's Therapist, only one word."

"Oh. Well, we didn't have Thera-pists in the Golden Age."

She dropped the Wipes in the bin and clasped her hands on the desk professionally, "Right, let's get down to business."

"Good idea."

"Are you aggressive?"

"No."

"Depressed?"

"No."

"Angry?"

"Nope."

"Do you feel unnerving fear from anything or anyone?"

"Negative."

"Do you feel unnerving obsession with anything or anyone?"

"Well, I have a collection of relics back on the Moon Clip—…er, Moon, but I don't think that counts as an obsession, do you?"

"No. Please stop rambling, sir. Do randomly fall asleep?"

"…no."

"Nightmares?"

"Never had one in my life!"

"Anything wrong?"

"Not even the slightest."

"Then why the heck are you here?!"

"I have no idea!" he said and threw his hands up.

Suddenly, something crashed through the roof. A skinny boy in armour was holding his spear threateningly, trying to find some sort of threat.

MiM turned to him, "What are you doing here, Nightlight? You just destroyed the poor lady's roof!"

The boy sheepishly scratched the back of his head when he noticed the man sitting in the chair and nothing was wrong. He created the shape of some weird devise radiating signals with his hands.

"Really?" Manny quickly dug into his pocket and pulled out the devise in question and noticed it was on, "Oh, sorry, my bad." He smiled sheepishly at the woman, "I must've called him here by accident."

The woman groaned and dropped her head in her hands.

"Well, don't worry, Nightlight, wait outside, please, I sense Pitch and Jack are having another squabble again."

The spectral boy nodded and left.

Manny poked the woman in the arm, "Um…Ma'am?"

She waved to the door, "Go, you're clear."


Outside

"So, how did session go?" North asked.

Manny nodded, "Oh, it was dandy. Although the woman should see someone about her stress issues."


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