Peter's growl bordered on the Draconic. He did not like the invasion by the government into his lair. They would be removed by the Inquisitor if it came to it. Ami was -his- to torment. A dangerous look in the crimson haired man's eyes, before he shifted Azeria delicately into a Fireman carry, taking a level of care usually not present in Peter's tender mercies, before his hand extended forwards easily, and turned the door knob. He walked through the door, almost casting his terrible aura into the room. But for all his energy could be almost felt, his distinct displeasure nearly tangible, it was not directed at Ami. He shut the door behind him, and locked it with one hand.

Peter -liked- Ami, for all he made a sport out of torturing her. She was HIS to terrorize. "Your newest nearly killed herself tripping over her own two feet." He looked oddly relaxed for once. "You know, if you want, I can take a look at the VIP eating up the floor with the good vending machine, and see if I can figure out what the hell is wrong with him. But yes... Azeria here made forehead to file cabinet contact. I cleaned and stitched her up, but I am filing WCB forms for her. I need you to sign them, then I am driving her home, either immediately, or after I look at the VIP. I've been getting some severe migraines, so I'm going to take some time off, probably a week or two. You have my email. About six hundred times over I would imagine."

His eyes met hers, and there was a level of intensity to them usually absent, certainly absent over the last three or four days. "You look like hell. Do you need me to help?" Concern from Litigation Lucifer. That most certainly could not be good.

Azeria was almost there, close enough to touch it. The inky black void that was unconsciousness if peter would of waited five more minutes she would of been there.. Above the throbbing pain made worse by this shifting of positions. Her eyes open and her slit pupils which were wide expanded and contacted, though no one was able to witness it. A growl echoed low in her chest, much like tugging the dragons tail she was not pleased. Driven by pain and the insatiable urge to be in a position that didn't make her head throb worse than a jack hammer meeting concrete. Pulling back and away from Peter to the best of her ability she was going to either force him to hold her in a different position or perhaps drop her, either was better than the fireman's carry.

"Unhand me this instant! You are not taking me home, I am not resting, and I am not infantile enough to require carrying! And for you information I slipped on the wet floor and not over my own two feet!" Her voice came out in a sharp hiss and it was clear that she was feeling better enough to pick back up the argument that she had dropped from the throbbing in her head. Looks like she would do anything at this point, well.. Anything that didn't require her to walk long distance or get admitted. Her struggles increased and picked up to near thrashing levels.

As Peter enters lugging a young woman around, Ami's sharp eyes turn to him and he stares him down for a moment, before she eases on her vision and looks at a pile of paperwork on the desk for a second before looking back up at Peter once more. She takes a look at Azeria whom seemed to have some kind of mending on her head before back at Peter. When Azeria blurted out that she slipped on the wet floor, Ami sighed as she took a mental note to have at it with the janitorial crew: the new guy they hired recently had been failing to keep to standards and something had to be done about it.

"You must be the new RN" Ami says, a bubble of sweat evident on her head as she sees the young woman flail against Peter like a fish out of water. This was the newest member of the staff? The discerning glare that Ami couldn't help but to give Azeria would potentially communicate disapproval to her. First impressions on the Director of Medicine were usually important, and all Ami saw right now was uncertainty.

"...Moving on, so she can't work today?" she inquires as she looks at Peter despite Azeria's protest. Despite Peter's propensity to torment, Ami respected, albeit begrudgingly most of the time, Peter's capacity to manage legal accountability and HR. Of course, it was an inconvenience that the new RN can't work on the first day, especially with more and more combat related injuries appearing. Internally Ami hoped for once today would have minimal incident.

"The VIP as you know is going to particularly troublesome to deal with. Frankly, I am not sure we have any legal ability to ask him to leave considering his position." Ami says avoiding using the name to attempt to keep it as low key as possible. The less people knew about it and less ability to spread rumors and draw attention, the better. With that, Ami shakes her head at the offer from Peter.

"I am hoping that the VIP will leave of their own accord now that he is stable enough to move to a more...appropriate facility. I would strongly prefer that you not poke the proverbial hornets' nest at least until it looks like there is no other option."

Ami knew well enough Peter would use unconventional methods to achieve his goals, and frankly to unleash him on the President didn't seem prudent for potentially drawing the ire of one of the highest position holding politicians.

“Could she? Maybe. Do I recommend it? No. She suffered a near concussion. Her judgement would be impaired. She would be nursing a migraine all day.” He did not even acknowledge her thrashing. “She might be sporting one if she keeps it up, since I will drop her.” Peter's voice brooked no argument. Not with the RN. He grabbed her by the scruff of her uniform, and shifted, putting her on her feet, and holding her there, those terrifyingly strong hands holding her in an iron grip.

“If you wish for her to continue her duties, I can destroy the documentation. But she has sported a severe, and visible injury. How does it look if we are having her continue her duties?” His eyes were on Ami's at that point. He had a trace of compassion there, but also a firmness. It was her decision, not his.

“It is your call either way. I will be taking some time off as I said. As my absence usually precedes an outcry of happiness and parties, you might wish to keep an eye on the eighth floor. Henderson has a bad habit of drinking on duty when I am not there to terrify him.” He kept his tone soft, and a bit jovial.

“I reiterate, you look like hell. Are you okay? And I will physically drag him out if he makes any more trouble for you. You are -my- mermaid to annoy, not his.” There was a friendliness there. And a dark humour to it.

She wanted to be shifted positions, not be placed on her feet. Azerias protests died in throat as her pupils constricted in pain and her knees visibly went weak. Her hands flew to her head as she attempted to make the room do a combination of two things, stop the room from spinning and contain the explosion that felt like it was going to happen within seconds. The visible effects of her injury and the severity of them become apparent as she slumps against Peters form, using his strong frame to hold herself up.

It was at this moment that she wished she had the can of Dr. Pepper to hold to her head when it dawned upon her that it was no longer in hand. Her hands slowly work down to her pocket, and upon not finding it she whimpered before looking at Peter. Knowing full well he would take her home if allowed by Ami, his home specifically she didn't see much use in protesting. Reaching out she shamelessly frisked Peters pockets before fishing out the still cold can of soda and a candy. The candy did cause her to lift her uninjured brow before popping it into her mouth as she brought her can up to her forehead with her other hand.

"Meanie." She grumbled out quietly, not sure if Ami was able to hear it. She knew full well she standing in front of her new boss and a apology letter would be written once she was certain that looking at words wouldn't cause her head to implode. The prolong time on her feet caused her to tremble slightly, something that wasn't overly visible but Peter would be able to feel it before she leaned in closer to him for support.

Looking over to Ami she shot the older woman a apologetic look before speaking softly, the loudest she could manage while her head throbbed. "Im sorry Ms. Ami, I didn't mean to slip... I would of been early if I hadn't. Forgive me. I will get to work as soon as possible." 'Given that Peter will let me.' She left out that last bit, knowing full well that it would't happen.

Ami takes a moment to think about Peter's recommendation and gives Azeria an analytical look. Her blue eyes survey the wound, the dressing, and Azeria's behavior that Ami was hoping was attributed to the head impact at this point. She exhales a sigh before she looks at Azeria.

"You are off for today. I don't believe you are one hundred percent, and I cannot tolerate under performing staff. You are an RN, and our patients deserve the best at all times. Also do try to be careful as you go about the building to prevent future incidents. If you were rushing because of a time crunch then consider leaving earlier next time. As noted, the janitorial issue will be dealt with swiftly. she says, ending that statement potentially ominous.

As Peter returned to his concern for her, Ami eyes him suspiciously. This sounded almost like a farewell speech.

"I could ask you the same question. You aren't acting as much like yourself. Subtle changes to mannerisms and now time off, you normally enjoy the...interpersonal elements of your job enough. While vacations are normal, it's not like you to take one based off history. What happened to you?"

Peter's expression shifted. “You were always the only one who had a chance of reading beneath the steel...” He shifted, setting Azeria into a chair, before closing the blinds, angling them upwards, denying any onlookers a chance to see anything of him. There was a gentle crackle in the air, ozone being smelt. His eyes began to take on an unholy glow, and then crackles of lightning near him, near his hands, his chest. He stood in front of Ami, legs in a stable stance, the sort that could receive a charge. “In the last fortnight, I have been engaged in a war that I left behind eighteen years ago when I was exiled to this... island.”

He closed his eyes, exhaling. It was stranger, his voice was gaining a deep baritone. He could feel it roaring for freedom. “I am from the year five thousand. I was engaged in the war between the Homo Caelistis, and the version of the Covenant and Zodiac that existed then. I was caught in the crossfire of powerful energies. By my home time's standards, I was a genius. In your time? I am a god of sorts compared to the leyman.”

He stared at her. His eyes were in so much pain, the energy emitting before the transformation. This is what happened if he denied the urge, but he wanted her to understand. “I wanted you, for so long, because... Ami, you were a Senshi in my timeline, the Homo Caelistis of Mercury. Your school mates, Tsukino Usagi, Sailor Moon, Hino Rei, Senshi Mars, Aino Minako, Sailor Venus, Kino Makoto, Sailor Jupiter. There were four more, Neptune, Uranus, Saturn, and Pluto, but you may or may not have had contact with them in this time line...”

He had to give into the transformation. It was hurting to suppress it this long. “This face is just a mask these days. This is my true form, now. After the darkness took me...” And then there was the lightshow, the companion spirits of the dead, six entering him, Ami's keen mind would sense something wrong when the seventh left. When there was more of them exiting than entering.

Peter stood there, the masked, armoured knight. “Fear not.” One hand held towards her, palm open. “I want to give you a parting hug... I am taking this vacation because I need to attend to some things. If I am not going to return, as my duties as one of the Homo Caelistis are dangerous... I have made you the executor of my will. In the event of my death, all the proper materials will find their way to you.” He looked at her then. “I have been part of why this building is never under attack. Until two weeks ago, when I was attacked by a Youma, and.. Reborn, in a sense. As you can see...”

He smiled then. It was not a predators smile. Had things gone the way he had hoped, Ami would have been a close friend. “If all goes well, you will be the recipient of all my research notes, and all the knowledge I remember of my timeline. I trust it to you to use as needed.” This was a farewell.

“I do not honestly expect to return from what I will be doing. After the week is concluded, and all the paperwork is in order, I will be filing until the end of the year, as the obelisk in Sapporo needs to be destroyed... And I intend to do it.”

Those eyes, emitting malachite fire from them. “But I have others to hunt first. And old scores to settle. I apologize for my cruelty over the years. While I bore this burden, you were free of it, and I envied that.”

After being eased into a sitting position her hands clasped around the cold aluminum of the Dr. Pepper her eyes go wide at the sight of Peters transformation. Her pupils constrict allowing her to see through the malachite lights that had engulfed Peter, an unintentional event. Her mouth fell agape and the Dr. Pepper fell from her finger tips and clattered to the ground spilling the near full contents every where. She feels her mind stalling, much like a car unwilling to start. Her mind had nearly collapsed in on itself greeting her into the folds of the void once more. Azeria was truly grateful that she was seated because she would of found herself in more dire a need of a place to sit. The words that Ami had spoken, long since forgotten as if they were said a year ago verses just moments prior.

Then thus Peter descended from eccentric into sheer illogical territory! Ami quietly listened throughout the entire display that Peter did, melodramatics and all. The changing form was a nice touch. Though the comments about her school mates being senshi threw her off: Ami knew none of those names of people personally. Aino was a music producer, Hino was a priestess, but Kino and Tsukino were unknowns to her. During school, Ami was academic and eschewed relationships with peers, especially without the influence of planetary shared friendship and talking cats to pull her away from it.

Ami noted the strange number of the spirits, but she didn't know what to make of it. That Sophia girl being one of the magical vigilantes, along with her involvement with Kenji had awakened her to the idea of magical humans but it was not at all something she was capable of understanding. Her duties at the hospital left her little time to figure out the occult.

Peter then asked for a 'parting hug' along with naming her the executor of his will. That was quite the imposition to someone without any prior knowledge. Yet Ami could feel a sincerity in it all. This was probably the most honest that she had ever seen the man act in all his years at the hospital. Less the schemer, and something more..raw.

Her attention turns to Azeria whom was flabbergasted right now. Ami direly hoped that the concussion would cause her to pass out at this point and that she could later tell her it was some kind of crazy dream that she came up with while unconscious. It would at least be simpler that way. Peter should have known that exposing all this to a new RN would be very potentially problematic. 'Oh yes paperwork Satan just turned into a paranormal being and talked about coming from the future, nope, business as usual, carry on!'.

Dryly, Ami thought that the reality might get to that point the rate things were going.

Reluctantly, Ami slid back from her desk to entertain Peter's idea of a hug. She approached cautiously, still not at all certain what she should think of this revelation until she paused in front of him.

"It at least makes some sort of sense now, though you create several times more questions as you answer a few. It's also generally considered proper to at least inform someone when they are involved in a major legal affair such as executor." she scolds lightheartedly, before she then decides to embrace him briefly. Ami would of course release the grasp after a short enough time had passed it would be deemed appropriate to do so. The woman was slightly uncomfortable with the gesture, as she was notoriously bad at displays of affection. Embracing children had more than once caused the staff under her to make jokes when she wasn't around.

At the end of it, Ami was silent for a moment. With all her genius and experience in the medical field she never imagined that she would deal with something like this.

"...Well you should still be back to work at the end of your vacation." she says dryly. She wasn't the type to draw out poetic, romantic words like Peter did but at least it implied that at least to some extent Ami wanted the fool to survive.

Her eyes dart to Azeria once more, whom's presence admittedly made the whole affair with Peter just now that much less personal than it might have been in her absence. How was she going to deal with Azeria after all this just happened. The senior doctor mentally panicked at the thought of Azeria running around the hospital like a lunatic screaming weird things aloud.

Best case scenario, she would be deemed mentally unstable in that event. Worst case, awkward questions would come up. Ami just hoped Azeria could keep her mouth shut if she couldn't find some way to otherwise resolve this.

“I am not one to give answers often. I am an inquisitor, Miss Mizuno...” His voice was soft, as he wrapped his arms around her. His body was unnaturally warm, even hot to the touch. He leaned in, using the closeness to breathe a quick few words into her ear. “_{If this one asks too many questions, I need a secretary, we can offer her a pay spike to keep her mouth shut, and put her in a capacity where I can keep an eye on her.}” When she tried to pull away she could feel a reluctance for him to let her go. “I did inform you Miss Mizuno... My plans have had to accelerate from a decade to day time scale in a manner of 78 hours. I did not plan for this to happen but had contingencies none the less.”

He released the lunar power, the spirits returning, before he appeared... Exhausted. His eyes had deep bags under them, and his skin retained that deathly pallor. “With any luck...? I intend to try. But I make no promises. I have personal vendettas with the Zodiac that need settling. An obsession that I held in check.” His eyes had... a fire to them. An insanity that was not present there before. For all he was nearly dead, they were alive.

“In any case, I also have a delivery of other forms...” He removed them from his coat, the stack somehow being the size of a mans head. “I am sure you will eventually find a way to re-direct these to the furnace. I believe Henderson took to that a decade ago. I will admit, your tenacity in trying to keep up is commendable.” A smile, and a warmth. “But, I have to transport this one safely home.” He looked over at Azeria with a dark smile. “Unless you have anything else you need from me, Mademoiselle?”

Azerias eyes widdened as her eyes trailed on Peters formed as she watched him move and hugging Ami close. Her mouth opened and closed, mimicking that of a fish out of water. Unable to respond very well as she did her best to catch up however, it would see that her head wound was catching up to her at this point. Her eyes were unfocused and her pupils dilated one would assume that the events of the past fifteen minutes or less were unregistered to her. However, that thought would be dashed away in the wind when her eyes focused and locked onto to Peters.

Malachite would meet sapphire and her pupils would focus into slits. She was there. Mentally aware however pain was quickly taking its tole on her and soon she would give into the inky void of unconsciousness once again. It would seem that her brain to mouth filter was nonfunctional when she opened her mouth and spoke. "You best tie me down otherwise I will struggle tooth and claw before I will allow myself to succumb to being in bed." The way she spoke screamed volumes, it came out in a husky tone that conveyed exhaustion however it could of been taken in another manner.

Ami was quiet. Who wouldn't be after the paperwork administrator that had tormented you for years decided suddenly to show that he was a supernaturally powered supergenius from another time and era. The worst part was, Ami could believe it. Even if Ami was a genius, she would struggle to fully wrap her head around what just happened here and she was resigned to hide in her office the rest of the work-day if possible and curl up with a bottle of sake at home later, taking two or three personal days to get this whole event out of her system enough.

Azeria blurted out something that seemed vaguely sexual, causing the head doctor to have a bubble go down the side of her head in disbelief. Dr. Mizuno inwardly sighed: why couldn't she have a normal day.

"Just go...take her home. We'll take another time." Ami says to Peter, both hoping that Azeria had just hit her head much harder than first thought to explain her behavior, and needing her own time to decompress.

Peter's malachite eyes slid backwards, and narrowed at Azeria, but he said nothing to her comment. He would tie her down easily if she pushed him. There was a frown on his face, and he shook his head, before turning, and wrapping an arm around her, bringing her to her feet, but leaning all her weight on his body. "Sleep well when you can, Ami. And for all... The unpleasantness I have caused over the years. I am sorry."

He was out the door, marching Azeria with him. His expression unreadable then, and his face a mask.

Beryl. I have to try. Or else this was all for nothing.

A soft groan escaped her lips as she was eased into the standing position before wrapping her arms around Peter's middle. It was to simply steady herself as they walked out of the room and to hopefully Peters car. Finding it easier to close her eyes she whimpered softly as she allowed him to lead her nearly blind around the hospital. "Are we going home now?" She was speaking in reference to his home since he wasn't going to let her go to her home as of yet. "I want to go to bed." She whispered out as her pace slowed, letting him know that it would be easier for him to carry her verses actually leading her.