[i]He looked at the psychiatrist warily; this man was a professional, and he knew nothing good would come from this. Sighing, he snapped his fingers, a blinding light covering his weapons as they broke off his body like flower petals and dissipated into nothing.[/i] That would be me, yes. Just Alon, or Alonfé; the formalities irk me. Yet, I know it's important. Your name, sir? [i]He quietly took a seat, assuming that was how things worked. He'd never been to a psychiatrist; he expected some sort of mind reader, but this man looked normal. [b]Looked[/b]. The mages golden brown eyes pierced the man, scanning him over. Idly, he lifted his bionic arm to see if his short hair was still spiked at the front.[/i]