01-16-2016, 07:30 PM
The day had started off like any other for Doctor Greymyst, waking up early and doing his rounds through the few patients left in Medical that had been suffering from the illness that has swept through the ranks of his fellow Minions. He had, through perhaps sheer luck and liberal applications of hand sanitizer and face masks, had been able to avoid being struck down by it, but that had only been a small blessing when one considers the fact that he, along with Doctor Silver, had been on their feet (or in Sylvian's case, paws) constantly dealing with the outbreak.
Not that he had complained, truthfully such things were part of the job description for one of the senior medical officers of an Overlord such as Fox. What little sleep he had gotten was outweighed by the pleasure of serving his fellow minions, and their Overlord, in maintaining and the health and well being of everyone.
But, now that it was over, Sylvian had been more than happy to return to the normal way of things. Or as normal as they could ever be.
Today finds him walking down the hallway towards the central room in the Citadel, where General Darius Steele has called to muster all the divisions of the Overlord to receive orders in regards to the impending arrival of allies. Humans, no less, much like their dear General Steele. Rumors, had of course, been circulating about the man known as General Tungsten, and Medical had seen its fair share of junior staff taking longer than necessary breaks to gossip about yet-unknown variable that has come into the political landscape of the Calander Islands.
But, that is what this meeting is for, Sylvian muses to himself silently as he sips from a Styrofoam cup of tea, addressing such rumors and setting the facts straight.
As he nears his destination, he spots the familiar face of Jade Fisher, a fox who works in one of the R&D Labs. He inclines his head to her respectfully, not speaking as she is currently chatting with others from the department.
Not that he had complained, truthfully such things were part of the job description for one of the senior medical officers of an Overlord such as Fox. What little sleep he had gotten was outweighed by the pleasure of serving his fellow minions, and their Overlord, in maintaining and the health and well being of everyone.
But, now that it was over, Sylvian had been more than happy to return to the normal way of things. Or as normal as they could ever be.
Today finds him walking down the hallway towards the central room in the Citadel, where General Darius Steele has called to muster all the divisions of the Overlord to receive orders in regards to the impending arrival of allies. Humans, no less, much like their dear General Steele. Rumors, had of course, been circulating about the man known as General Tungsten, and Medical had seen its fair share of junior staff taking longer than necessary breaks to gossip about yet-unknown variable that has come into the political landscape of the Calander Islands.
But, that is what this meeting is for, Sylvian muses to himself silently as he sips from a Styrofoam cup of tea, addressing such rumors and setting the facts straight.
As he nears his destination, he spots the familiar face of Jade Fisher, a fox who works in one of the R&D Labs. He inclines his head to her respectfully, not speaking as she is currently chatting with others from the department.