2010-02-17: Tattoo Removal


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Summary: Hank helps Mikhail remove the final part of his cage.

Date: February 17, 2010

Log Title Tattoo Removal

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Medical Bay

The Medical Bay contains the latest medical equipment to patch up students and X-Men with the smallest and worst injuries. Six beds line the walls for injured patients. Equipment lines the walls, medicine in the cabinets, and more serious medical supplies locked in cabinets. One this about this room it screams sterilization.

A rather large, rather blue, rather furry fellow is seated at one of the more advanced workstations. Hard at work he's studying a highly detailed, highly advanced three dimenstional holographic model of what could only be a strand of DNA. As he works, he is muttering a little to himself and making notes on a touch pad. Entering a final sequence the image flickers, several bits of the molecule stripped off and new bits added, there's a flash of light…and then the DNA breaks down into its component atoms. "Oh bother, that didn't go at all as planned."

Mikhail has been meaning to see Dr. McCoy for a couple of weeks now and what happened yesterday has given him another reason to, hes dressed in dark grey jeans, a dark green t-shirt, a light brown jacket with two darker brown strips on the elbows and shoulders, a wood bead necklace (like the ones surfers wear), white and green sneakers and his now blue again hair is gelled into spikes, he steps into the medbay and when he spots Dr. McCoy walks over, "Hello Dr. McCoy".

"Ah, hello Mikhail." Hank takes off his reading glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose with the other hand, and then tucks them away in his lab coat before offering the spiky-haired teen a genial smile. "So…how are you feeling? Any complications or issues after the poisoning and my treatment plan?" The touchpad is set aside and he leans forward toward Mikhail.

Mikhail nods, "I think so, im feeling good but something odd has happened", but he'll get to that in a minute, time to deal with the thing thats realy bugging him, "Robyn and Jonothon said that you would be able to get rid of this tattoo", he pulls up his sleeve to show him the tattoo on his wrist of his name crossed out.

The glasses are donned again as Hank moves to inspect the tatoo, a gentle hand gripping Mikhail's forearm to hold is steady as he studies it. "In theory, yes. It depends on the nature of the tattoo. If it is conventional or mostly so I can esily see it gone for you. If it was made in an exotic fashion, perhaps using DNA sequencing or molecular bonding — well, that would be more difficult." Releasing Mikhail's arm he smiles. "SO…tell me how you got it and we'll figure out what I can or cannot do, fair enough?"

Mikhail bites his lip thinking, his memory of getting the tattoo is an old one, he got it along with the rest of his tattoos when he was four, "I got it when i was four, it was put on me to show that my master could take anything he wanted to, including my name, its more personal than the others he put on me".

"Mmm…I see. The method employed, was it more or less ordinary, or don't you know? Also…would you like any of the other tattoos removed while we're at it?" Hank motions to an exam table. "Have a seat, as you were four it seems unlikely you'd remember much on the methods used. I'll run a scan to see what I can find out." A smile then. "Excellent work on your accent, by the way. Sounds very New York."

Mikhail shakes his head, "Odd as it sounds i kinda like the other ones now, they're a part of who i am now", he walks over and sits down where Dr. McCoy tells him to, he grins at the compliment, "Thanks, was hard to learn, took me like days", he got most of his vocab from watching TV.

"Not worry, lad, we'll see what I can do." Hank smiles and then runs a few quick scans, projecting a series of readouts into the air. "Hrm…more or less conventional, high quality inks used, encapsulated polymers, very modern and proof against fading." He moves over to another workbench, and then takes out some tools, and components. "A few days?" This said as he starts working on what looks to be a sort of laser pointer or flashlight. "Very impressive indeed. Ah…that's right, you mimic'd my voice — so you're a talented mimic, or is that one of your mutant abilities?"

Mikhail watches the readouts in amazement, hes still not completely used to modern technology yet, let alone Xavier technology, he shakes his head in responce to his question, "No it's not part of my mutation, it's as i've been told, an interesting trick".

"A useful one. Being able to learn the local accent is a great way to fit in. The ability to develop a good accent is also crucial when learning a new language as well." A wink. "Though it is also potentially quite fun at parties." The last few bits of the device are assembled, and Hank moves over to Mikhail. "All right, this device will use targetted microwave pulses to flash incinerate the subcutaneous ink - please let me know if there's any pain, in theory there should just be flickers of heat if I calibrated it right." A smile. "Ready then?"

Mikhail smiles, "I'll remember that if i ever move to another country", then grins, "I gave Dallas a recording of me mimicing Mr. Summers sing "Hit me baby one more time", it was funny", he clenches his fist and readies himself, "I'm ready".

A chuckle. "Oh my stars and garters, I'll have to ask for a copy of that. Scott is a good man, but far far too serious for anyone's good sometimes." With Mikhail's declaration of readiness, Hank nods and gets to work. His hand grips firmly to Mikhail's arm above the tattoo site, and then the device is slowly brought to bear. There's a fairly uncomfortable but not /quite/ painful level of warmth, and a mildly unpleasant burning smell. What is probably fascinating is watching as Hank slowly erases that tatoo in under five minutes. "Glad to hear that the poison regimine I suggested worked well enough. You certainly seem well enough."

Scene continued in Gordon Bennet!

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