Siegfired "The Good Doctor" Fulco
Bursting into his classroom Siegfrieds' hands were clenched into fists, fumeing that something as private as paperwork mentioning his daughter of all things would so carlessly be misplaced and in a STUDENTS' accessable file of all things.
"Nein! Isht not professional!" Lashing out he punches a body length mirror and smashes his fist through the glass and wooden backing, the shattered mirror shredding his knuckles and hand as her tares it back out of the hole.
"Verdammt.." He growls through his teeth and opens his hand, blood splattering to the floor, his hand shakes spasticly.
"Mn.." walking over to the alchemical tables he fires up a burner and places a beaker filled with a solvent over it while he walks over to a wall lined with bottles and starts takeing a few down.
Makeing his way back to the burner and beaker Siegfried starts to mix portions of the other liquids together, doing his best to only use his good hand. After mixing the ingrediants together he pours the mixture into the solvent and stirs it before placeing a cap on the beaker, the cap had a tube on it that coiled down around a frozen metal rod causing the steam to condense into a smokey pale-green liquid. As the liquid dripped out of the tube Siegfried caught it in a vial, the new consentrated version of the mixture adding up to only about an eigth of the original mixtures' volume.
"Looks like i vill have have enough.." Closing his eyes Siegfried brought the vial to his lips and tilted his head back, downing the liquid in one go.
"Ack, das vile brew." He spit to the side but winced, grabbing the wrist of his shredded up hand as the flesh, muscle and skin began to slowly reform.
"AGH, fick, fick, fick!" The doctor cursed through grited teeth as his hand was soon made new again. Takeing a few steps back he bumped into a chair and simply sat down, fumbling a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lighting one up, takeing a few long drags.
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