| After figuring out how to go about this... |
[Feb. 22nd, 2012|09:42 pm] |
Iktomi had been up in the part of the spirit realm that inhabited the Nexus, trying to get documentation of his credentials from an unnamed elder god. Who had just laughed at first, threatening to bring out the existential bug spray. It had taken Iktomi quite a bit of talking to convince the god he wasn't going to use the papers to pick up chicks, or as collateral for a cosmic loan so he could go gambling again. In the end he got them.
He honed in on any healing energies in the Nexus, trying to pick out the aforementioned clinic from any other hospitals in the Nexus. It took him awhile to find the right one, so he lowered his vibration enough to appear on the physical plane. He walked through the doors of the Rockbell Clinic in his tall form with the glasses on, carrying a briefcase and hiding his confusion at what he should be doing next with a smugly official expression. He ruffled through his briefcase, trying to look busy while waiting for someone to appear. |
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