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It wasn't long since Doctor Haragitanai had returned was she thrusted right back into a mountain of work involving sorting medical records, interviewing students, and giving them general check-ups to make sure that they were in tip top condition. Though not long into her own work did she receive word that she had another task to attend to: Tending to the students that were injured during the other internships. While normally she would groan and complain to herself while reluctantly take on another task that was shoved into her arms by the Haven Administration, a raise of the eyebrows and a half-smirk was etched on her face when she saw once of the names appear on the clipboard of students who participated in the internships: Nikolas Burzanov. She'll have a lot of fun with terrorizing his ass later.
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Wanting to save him for last, she opted for personally interviewing each of the students that participated one-by-one to make sure that their general health was in order, they were physically and mentally fit to go back into the classrooms, and finally to check up on any pressing medical issues that had arisen recently after enrolling in the Academy. In other words, make sure they're alive and kicking. Colton Derraine seemed perfectly fine, health and mental wise. He answered each question promptly and left in between for chit-chat, which was something that Doctor Haragitanai liked. If he had nothing bothering, there was less paperwork involved and more time to move onto the next one. Qiu'li was next- and like Colton, he had little else to say. Though it was more like her trying to talk to a brick wall if anything, which annoyed her more or less. Fuckin' prick sounded like he never spoke to a person in her life. Well, nothing to complain about really, considering it also made her job easy. However, it was difficult to get a read on the fuckin' idiot as she flip her Scroll to call in the next student.
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"Mister Argent Steele, please take a seat." Doctor Haragitanai said as she flipped her Scroll to his profile as well as pulling out his hard copy file to make sure everything had been updated properly. She recalled seeing this Faunus previously in one of her classes, namely the introductory Health Class if memory served right. Well, not that it made a difference, but she did recall him distinctly as he sat near the front and had uniquely colored eyes. Wait, he also sat next to Nikolas. Ahh right. Aside from that, there wasn't a whole lot else based on his medical records that stood out heavily other than his above-average height. Wait, she missed a page. Hmm, 'sweat glands are heavily underdeveloped due to presence of scales' and 'highly susceptible to airborne irritants, making him prone to lung disease.'
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Those were definitely some troublesome problems for a Faunus, moreso a Huntsman. In the field, every job they take requires their full attention, and minor distractions like this could potentially spell doom for a Huntsman. Ensuring that each student is relatively healthy is her job, but also finding healthy ways to cope with one's medical conditions is also part of her job. She didn't need to hear more horror stories of Huntsmen getting killed due to something that could have easily been solved. Then again, if the student in question has already solved their issue, then there was nothing to worry about. However, she should follow up just in case.
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Since the students had just returned from several day of going on an excursion, the main thing that they would be recovering from is exhaustion, which doesn't require a fuckin' PhD to diagnose. Usually a few days rest will fix that right up. Hell, if they sustained some injury during the job and had to be fixed up, she could have taken care of that, though that didn't seem extremely necessary with the exception of the raven haired man with some broken ribs. What the fuck this fuckin' idiot. "Please remove your clothes Mister Steele, so that I may check your vitals and ensure that nothing is broken." Once he complied, she would run through and take a quick record of the basics such as blood pressure and heart rate, though her Semblance allowed her to also repair wounds and broken bones that existed. For the most part, minor cuts and bruises were present. Normal enough, which could easily be fixed by Doctor Haragitanai as she instructed him to redress.
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"Seems like everything is in order. You'll be up and ready in another day or two. Just take it easy for now." She checked the Scroll before shifting her glasses and crossing her legs. "Your records indicate that you've had some issues with regulating your internal body temperature and handling airborne particles in the past. Has there been any issues with those since you've been coming here? If so, tell me about it." Doctor Haragitanai said as he stared directly at the Faunus. She wasn't exactly specialized in dealing with Faunus since their anatomy is slightly different from a normal person, but as a former Huntress, working with them is a skill that she was forced to learn regardless.

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[Argent Steele]

I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive.

Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged.
Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong.
There's a world of difference there, kid.
One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.

And I see a hero in you.

❝

"Mister Argent Steele, please take a seat."

“Doctor.”

Argent dipped his head in respectful greeting in response to the professor’s own greeting, taking a seat as she instructed. While she wasn’t a Faunus, the woman was blunt and to the point enough that he trusted her to keep her prejudices hidden while treating him, if she had any. At the very least, it was better than that other professor who had tried to give him an inspirational talk of some sort but didn’t really seem to know what he was talking about.‌‌ The same professor who had been incapacitated by bad food days before his mission was due to begin.

Word on the street was that it was a taco that did him in, but that was neither here nor there.

For the most part, he moved through the examination silently, only pausing for a few moments before taking his clothes off. Not the hormonal response of a teenager in front of the opposite sex, but the hesitation of one who’d been discriminated against many, many times due to the simple presence of the scales that even now adorned his body. Some of the skin that had been hidden under said scales had also been exposed - small little patches here and there, which seemed to have been removed to reveal said skin, the distribution of which seemed to be focused around his arms, as a result of blocking Grimm attacks. On the bright side, it also seemed that as a result of those scales, lacerations and other small minor wounds were nigh non-existent, despite bruises aplenty. They weren’t useless, at least, and seemed to offer that minor benefit while exacerbating other issues, so that was that.

Unlike others, who might have stank of sweat or general mustiness and body odor, there was very little of that coming from the snake Faunus, the first indication that the medical file had severely understated the issue. In fact, he smelled a little like bathroom wash and talcum powder - the latter of which was explained by a light dusting around most of his body. The second thing that the doctor would notice was that his temperature was lower than that of the average human, perhaps three to five degrees worth at that. Other than that, though, it seemed like he was much the same as a baseline human male of similar age, though perhaps on the taller side of average height.

"Seems like everything is in order. You'll be up and ready in another day or two. Just take it easy for now."

Argent nodded as he redressed and the doctor went through his files, crossing her legs as she did so.

"Your records indicate that you've had some issues with regulating your internal body temperature and handling airborne particles in the past. Has there been any issues with those since you've been coming here? If so, tell me about it.“

The trainee paused for a moment to reflect, gaze dipping to the floor for a few seconds before he straightened up again to look at her.

“No issues with my lungs, Doctor. I have an emergency inhaler. I rarely use it, but I keep it with me in case I need it. I avoid the smoking areas of the school, and the air is clean otherwise. It is… not really a problem.”

Another pause.

“I overheat after a while in combat scenarios. I have learnt breathing techniques to try and exhale the waste heat, but it doesn’t seem to be working. I have been managing for now, however. Is this… a common problem for snake-type Faunus?”

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'Doctor'
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Doctor Haragitanai snorted internally as she proceeded with her examination of the snake Faunus. It was usually 'doc' or 'professor' that she often responded to, so to hear the full title was a bit amusing to say the least. Upon glancing at the Scroll again, she noticed that the temperature was a bit lower than the average human male. Huh, how did she miss that? Well, not like it made a huge difference, she just had to make a quick correction before proceeding.
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The lack of body odor wasn't quite important to Doctor Haragitanai, since she usually didn't make an effort to try and sniff out her students or patients, though the apparent lack of any natural scent was rather interesting. Perhaps it had to do with his underdeveloped sweat glands? That seemed to be the most likely answer, as every student around this age perspired to a degree and emitted some time of scent. Aside from that, she would instruct Argent to redress himself after she had completed the checkup and proceeded with her questions.
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Hmm... An emergency inhaler, huh? Very useful for emergency situations, but during a mission or amidst combat, taking the time to pull out an inhaler would lead to a plethora of problems. Working as a Huntsman means being exposed to a huge number of scenarios and environments, many of which would probably have an area or two with polluted air. Avoiding the areas is a smart move, but one that cannot be used forever. All Huntsmen and Huntresses have a duty and sometimes that duty means putting themselves in risky situations. Doctor Haragitanai knew that better than anyone.
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"I see... You're doing a good job with that so far, but I would like to remind you that while it's fine to avoid areas that are highly polluted and I would recommend you continue to do so, there may be situations in which you may have to expose yourself to airborne pollutants. I would recommend carrying some kind of respirator or a cloth to protect your face when you are deployed on any jobs outside of the Academy. While I would prescribe you a maintenance medication that focuses on regulating your lung health, the choice is ultimately whether or not you think you are fine without it so long as you take the necessary precautions."
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As she shifted her body and switched her crossed legs with a light 'click' of her heels, Doctor Haragitanai listened intently to Argent's response to her concerns about his overheating issue. So he did have problems with it... Though it seemed he only had issues with heat rather than the cold. Interesting... Cold blooded reptiles were sensitive to the environmental temperature, so for him to say that he had issues with his sensitivity to heat rather than the cold implied that it wasn't simply a case of having all animal characteristics, but just a select few. Hm.
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Regardless, it seemed his primary issue was keeping himself cooled off during a high intensity situation like a battle. "You're right, in the heat of battle, your body is constantly moving and heating up quickly as a result. Your muscles produce heat though you have no way of efficiently expelling it other than breathing it out." As both a professor of science and a physician, this was a perplexing situation. "Under normal, controlled circumstances such as exercise or training routines, breathing exercises would be an effective way of regulating your internal temperature. However, on the field, the unexpected is always bound to happen, and you'll find yourself in unpredictable circumstances in which proper breathing isn't possible.
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Doctor Haragitanai gave a thoughtful look as he asked her whether or not other reptilian Faunus had this issue. "My specialty isn't exactly in Faunus anatomy, though I do recall dealing with a couple other patients in the past who were in a similar situation to you. However, before I provide you with my own advice, I would like to ask you a couple more questions regarding your condition to make sure that I give you a better answer than pulling a crapshoot. Let's start with some basic questions. How sensitive are you to changing temperatures around your environment? Describe me how you feel while you're in your 'overheated' phase. Has there been any other methods that you have tried other than breathing techniques?"

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[Argent Steele]

I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive.

Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged.
Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong.
There's a world of difference there, kid.
One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.

And I see a hero in you.

❝

Argent nodded when she mentioned taking a respirator or cloth to cover his face while on missions. It was a sensible suggestion, and one that he had already considered a few times. A respirator might mark him as an easy target by anyone with anything more then rudimentary intelligence, which was the main issue he was worried about. However, a simple cloth filter might not do the same, if he could incorporate it into the rest of his outfit without issue. He’d have to look around for something of that sort.

Another nod was his response to her offer of maintenance medication. While he did not like the thought of being forced to rely on a crutch in any fashion, the harsh truth of the matter was that his lung issues were still a liability that he would need to overcome if he ever wanted to perform at full capacity. Otherwise, it might become a very real danger that might compromise not only himself, but any others that might be relying on him in the duration. And the need to take a pill or injection on a regular basis would be less exploitable than the need for a respirator that would broadcast his issue out for the world to see.

“I would appreciate that, Doctor. Thank you.”

The subject turned to his heating issues, and Argent responded with a simple, non committal blink as Doctor Haragitanai reiterated what he already knew about his body. Shin had similar issues, but the overheating issue was far less severe on his body than Argent’s, and he could control the waste heat with said breathing techniques after long periods of training, which was also in part why the veteran Huntsman had insisted that the younger snake Faunus only ever engaged in some of the less dangerous missions that they were sent out on, lest said overheating issues acted up. The two of them had also previously looked into some technological suits that was said have originated from Atlas that was able to cool the body on command with the use of Ice Dust, but they were bulky affairs that would never be useful in a combat situation without significant improvement.

“I grew up in a small farming town in Mantle territory. It was hotter there than here. Maybe ten degrees, give or take. Mistral is cooler. I can get by with wearing thicker clothing than I’m used to, to ward off the chill. That’s the hottest I’ve been, and I could handle farm work okay.”

Another pause as he thought a bit more.

“It just feels hot, mostly across all of my body. If it goes on too long, I feel like I’m burning up. I haven’t had any dizzy spells or blackouts before, but my body feels a bit sluggish and harder to move. That’s it. I’ve tried drinking cool water a few times, but I got stitches afterwards. It was affecting my ability to fight properly, so I stopped.”

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Doctor Haragitanai made a note in her Scroll under Argent's profile to have him put on a drug regiment. "I'll start by having you on Montelukast. It's a pretty common drug sold at the apothecary that is intended to manage your lung sensitivities. It's a tablet, so all you have to do is just take once a day by mouth, with or without food, your choice. It's a maintenance medication, meaning that it's not meant to replace your emergency inhaler, so be sure to keep it on you still. This medication is simply to reduce the frequency and likelihood of suffering the effects of being exposed to air pollutants, so if you're suffering from a coughing fit or wheezing, it won't help you."
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With that out of the way, Doctor Haragitanai moved on as she listened to Argent's response to her question. Hmm.. He's able to acclimate to varying environments through other means such as wearing thicker clothes, meaning he's sensitive to the environment, relatively speaking. Overheating yields sluggish and results in delayed performances... An expected reaction. Most people who are exposed to extreme heat tend to slow down a great amount as well, and water seems to be out of the option as well. In general terms, there really isn't a whole lot that Argent can do about this. Reptilian faunus are susceptible to environmental changes, which is probably why snake faunus such as Argent are quite rare in Mistral to begin with.
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"Unfortunately, there's little in the way of being able to cure your overheating problem. At least, not without some massive compromises, though I'd doubt you'd want to be deployed wearing a suit that's constantly blowing loud fans on you 24/7." Doctor Haragitanai looked up at Argent and folded her arms. "However, that doesn't mean you're out of options." A wry smile stretched across her face. "Reptilian faunus that are sensitive to temperature changes usually mediate this problem by moving themselves to an area more suitable to their temperature preference. Obviously if you can't change the environment, you remove yourself from it, yeah?" Doctor Haragitanai shook her head. "Though that isn't to say that this plan is foolproof. Obviously there will be situations in which you'll have to place yourself into a disadvantageous situation. However, preemptive planning is the key here."
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Doctor Haragitanai began writing into the Scroll some additional notes, breaking eye contact from the snake faunus. "Research your sites before being deployed. Figure out the geographical hotspots. Where it's especially warm, the cooler areas. Survey your surroundings. Look for places with excessive shade, place's that don't to avoid. According to our records, you're a ranged fighter. Positioning is key, not only in fighting, but also maintaining a good internal body temperature by distancing yourself from the direct fighting yourself." Doctor Haragitanai said as she looked back up. "In short, do your homework and prevent yourself from overheating before it happens, got it?" She asked, studying Argent's facial expressions to see if he was following along.

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[Argent Steele]

I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive.

Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged.
Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong.
There's a world of difference there, kid.
One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.

And I see a hero in you.

❝

Argent continued to maintain eye contact as the doctor spoke about the possibility of managing his body heat by removing himself from any environment that wasn’t conducive to radiating it, though he couldn’t help but look ever so slightly disappointed.‌ He understood what she had been saying entirely, but he had also been hoping that perhaps a city like Mistral would be better equipped to offer a solution to the problems that had ailed him since he’d started combat in earnest under Shin’s tutelage more than a year ago, but it seemed like those hopes weren’t going to be answered any time soon. Still, he had been fighting this far and adapting his fighting style around his problems well enough. This was simply an extension of that. Researching the locale of his intended missions was all well and good, and as a matter of fact something he engaged in whenever possible, but the unfortunate truth of the matter was that the intel on such places were usually weeks if not months out of date, and usually referred to such things as Grimm numbers and bandit activity rather than terrain and temperature. No one could spare the time for reconnaissance in these areas when there was actual combat to be done, and it wasn’t as if he could do that by himself.

“I understand, Doctor. I will keep it in mind,” he said nevertheless, nodding in agreement to the doctor’s conclusion. They lined up quite well with his own experiences, so all that amounted to was basically just taking note of areas of shade when doing the pre-mission recon, insofar as what little information there was on it. Subtle Calamity had proven somewhat unwieldy while using it in close combat, given that he didn’t really have much experience with using it in its spear form and the bow form being unsuited to close combat at all. In his efforts with Shin, stealth and range had usually been the name of the game when handling any threat, regardless if it was Grimm or human in nature.‌ The usual mode of attack was to wipe out as much as possible of the enemy from range before stealth was broken, and then to move in to clean up the rest while they were in disarray. That might have worked with a Huntsman and Huntress watching his back, but when working with a team that he was unfamiliar with, the composition of which could vary wildly from mission to mission, and he would have to take a more active role. A role that would require him to perform to higher standards, and exert much more energy than simply standing back and expecting his teammates to handle everything else. If he was ever to be like his mentors in terms of skill, he would need to be in the thick of things, not reduced to hiding around the sidelines waiting to get an opportunistic shot or two in.

He paused, thinking over what he was about to say next. The snake Faunus didn’t want to insult the doctor by suggesting something she hadn’t thought of, or devalue her opinion by offering up what could be nothing more than empty theory and snake oil, but if it could help him improve his combat performance in any fashion…

“That aside, will any amount of training be able to offset this… physical problem, Doctor? A constant regime that would allow my body to acclimatize to the heat produced in intense combat multiple times a day, for example - would it do more harm than good?”

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[Doctor Yuki Haragitanai]

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Disappointment.
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That was what she saw in Argent's facial expression as she concluded her diagnosis to Argent. It wasn't unexpected. Who wouldn't be somewhat dejected from hearing from a medical professional that there was little that they could do about it aside from finding every chance to avoid it? It seemed like a logical conclusion to reach, but it didn't mean that it wasn't a bitter pill to swallow. Doctor Haragitanai wasn't the type to show sympathy easily, but she could understand the frustration of being at a disadvantage based on something that was out of their own control. It reminded her of the days that she worked as a Huntress and how hopeless some situations seemed just because her Semblance wasn't entirely useful to fighting back Grimm or defeating groups of rowdy troublemakers.
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That said, it seemed like he was still polite and respectful about it. Something that one could hardly say still exists in this day and age. Students are always on edge, some more rude than others, but all degrees of headaches to say the least. Doctor Haragitanai commended him for that as she looked at Argent, noticing that he seemed like he was a bit hesitant on what to say next. Well, not like she had any classes later today to teach, so might as well hear out what else was on his mind.
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It seemed like he was still looking for ways to combat his overheating issue. "Hrm. Gradually, the body acclimates if one were to consistently work in a heated environment, though considering that you're not going to be able to handle the stress of taking on multiple missions for the sake of putting yourself in that state, I wouldn't recommend it. However, I suppose you could always try putting yourself in a controlled, artificial environment that simulates intense heat as a means of endurance training, such as a sauna. I'm not quite sure if it will yield the desired results, but it's worth a shot. In any case, as a sciences professor, I recall that some popular Huntsmen and Huntresses using 'cooling' and 'heated' outerwear and cloaks for working in extreme environments. They're normally interwoven with Dust, though you can imagine that it is a bit pricey. Consider it another option, but I would recommend being cautious about relying on a large number of tools and gadgets."

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[Argent Steele]

I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive.

Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged.
Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong.
There's a world of difference there, kid.
One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.

And I see a hero in you.

❝

“Yes, ma’am.”

The snake Faunus nodded once, twice, in acknowledgement. A weapon was a partner, and tools required for operating in the environment safely were necessary - but anything else was excess, especially tools such as those cloaks and clothing that augmented performance or provided comfort. A Huntsman’s repertoire was meant to be supplemented by such tools, not having to rely on them as part of his core approach to dealing with problems. Once those tools were removed, or rendered ineffective - then he would be a liability. He understood that much, at least.

Rising to his feet, the young man dipped his head once more, clearly thinking it over. He would have to change his training regimen and enforce a stricter diet… volunteer for as many missions and combat classes as he could - and, of course, attempt to acclimatize himself to the heat via exposure. Haven probably had a boiler room or furnace or forge that he could ask for the use of - and if not, he was sure he could find other ways to raise heat level to the point of discomfort before toughing it out. There had to be at least one sauna in Mistral that would accept Faunus, or so he hoped, at the very least.

“I assume that that will be all, Doctor. Should I call for Nicholas on my way out?”

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Doc - 0 + 25 = 25 XP

Argent - 393 + 18 XP = 411 XP

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Word Count:

Doc -872 + 728 + 501 + 394 = 2495

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