Gallop Along

[Cyril Kingsley]

Artemis; a male Friesian horse had not been feeling well after he got into the area where Cyril kept the sugar cubes. Cyril had made sure everything was locked up tight on both the stall and the storage area, some a student had to have forgotten something. That or they gave Artemis too many sugar cubes and tried to make it seem like he had gotten into the storage and made himself sick. That was still possible so Cyril was not going to go around and play the blame game or anything like that. He could always check the cameras but this was not all that big of a deal. He was just going to have to change up Artemis diet again to make sure it accounted for the extra sugar. He was also going to have to do some daily blood drawing from the horse to make sure he was not going to end up with diabetes or anything.

Cyril was a vet so he already knew everything that needed to be done in this case, which was mainly just monitoring Artemis at the moment. He gave him some more water and hay and was going to have to keep an eye out on his teeth. He figured it would be a good idea to let Artemis out to pasture to burn off the extra energy the sugar cubes have given him, but he was not sure. It was that unsureness that caused him to call up the local vet down in Kalispell to get a second opinion. He waited as the phone rang and got the receptionist. “Hey, can I speak to a Raphael Campbell? I was wondering if he could come up to the Bellefonte Stables for a second opinion on what to do with a horse of mine.” Cyril asked in his proper British gentlemen tone with a smile on his face. Meanwhile currently weightless as he was getting his cat down who climbed to high up in the stables and was too scared to get down.

[Raphael Campbell]

It had been a relatively quiet day at the clinic, with few appointments and no major surgeries scheduled in, so overall the day was going rather slowly. Raphael had just handed over the open clinic hour to one of the nurses while he went on break, sipping from a coffee mug in his small office. He lent back in his chair, his white Veterinary coat unbuttoned, his sleeves still rolled up from the open clinic; Surprisingly, his desk was vacant of any paperwork, so the vet was using this to his advantage and had opted to cross his legs up on top of it, leaning back in his chair in a rather reclined state. A newspaper was laid out across his lap, as usual filled with chaotic panic and heated discussion and debate of the mutant issue; It was understandable, since a good day for the media was a bad day for everyone else generally, so they were positively having a field day with the reveal of mutants. It had been a few months now, and yet STILL they were playing the same old tune, with most newspapers it seemed calling for some sort of registration act, some sort of mutant monitoring system. Like that'll pass congress.

He was taken from his musings by a tap at his door, the vet quickly putting his legs down as the clinic's receptionist gestured in the doorway towards the phone in her hand, holding it out to Raphael. He quickly got up from his seat, putting his mug down on his desk as he took the freehand phone from her hand, putting it to his ear.
"Raphael Campbell of Kalispell Veterinary clinic and surgery, how can I help you?" He spoke, remaining in the professional state he normally kept while at work.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril hummed to himself as he kicked off the roof of the stable after he got his cat and did a little flip in the air. His cat of course not liking that and digging her claws into him as if she was worried she was going to fall. She never really liked being weightless and you think that Cyril would have caught onto that by now. Yet he was still ending up with scratches and bleeding from his cats claws that would dig past the fabric and into his skin. Good thing he didn't mind pain, he was still winching and made an "sssss" sound as he started to snap and lower himself and his cat to the ground while he waited for the phone to be transferred over to who he was asking for. "I help you down and you scratch me, you know I can't help but to flip." Cyril said as he ended back on the ground at the right gravity and gave his cat a kiss on the top of her head. His cat of course gave him a lick for an apology and quickly jumped out of his arms just as Raphael was answering the phone.

Oh the guy sounded very professional, Cyril nodded at his mental note. “Hello Mr. Campbell. My name is Cyril Kingsley and I was wondering if you had a moment to come up to the Bellefonte Stables so I can get your second opinion on one of my horses. He ate too many sugar cubes and I’ve done what I could of course, but I would like to see if there is anything else you would advise.” Cyril said, getting everything right out there, making sure to speak slowly and clear so his accent didn’t mess up something by accident. He did not reveal that he was a vet as well, since he didn’t see that as important at this moment in time. He just wanted a second opinion to make sure he was doing everything right for his horse that was very expensive and Cyril just loved the look of him. He was just a giant.

Cyril’s main goal was to just get Raphael up here if the other man was free of course, only calling for him specifically because he had checked with the school to see who listed mutants in the area were. He was not sure the whole protocol of non-mutants coming onto the school grounds and after the whole SPECTRE thing he personally preferred to only deal with mutants if he could help it.

[Raphael Campbell]

Rapheal gestured for the resceptionist to return t othe desk, giving her a small smile and a nod in thanks at her picking up the cal lfor him as he waited for the caller to respond. He raised his brows as the man began, noting his clearly British accent. A horse up at Bellefonte was unwell? The vet furrowed his brows a moment, chewing his bottom lip a little; He couldn't help but become a little anxious regarding the stables up at the Academy... He'd spent most of his teenage years among the horses, taking care of them as best he could... They were his outlet, something to focus on while his Father... Well, while his Father's health deteriorated. As much, they held a special place in the vet's heart, and was something he simply couldn't put off.

"Potentially that could be serious, but I wouldn't be overly concerned," He questioned, already looking around the office to try and visually locate his veterinary travel case. He knew he'd left it somewhere in the office... "As long as he burns it off he should be fine. Any ill effect would have kicked in by now... But I'll be right there. I can't give a formal diagnosis over the phone." He pressed the phone to his ear with his shoulder, freeing up his hand as he began to look over his office, bending down to look under his desk, pulling out the veterinary travel case. "Get the horse into the stable and I'll look him over. I'll be there in about half an hour." He then took hold of the phone again as he placed the item on his desk, waiting for the other man's confirmation before proceeding.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril nodded, understanding as well that it could be a problem but that there was no need to be freaking out about it. He was not; he was perfectly calm and relaxed as he watched Artemis eat some hay as his long black tail did a quick swish. Right, burning off energy, Cyril thought that as well but wanted to be sure before he let Artemis out to run around. That was the reason behind his calling after all, because he had doubt. Raphael stating that he want to come up and have a look at the horse himself, unable to give a full report without looking at the horse. Cyril smiled at that; pleased that the vet clearly knew what he was talking about and not some lazy guy. He would have hated to find out that the local vet in town was lazy that he would just give his report of what he thought was best over the fun. Cyril always respected those who actually took the time to come up and see the horse themselves if they had time and were unsure as well.

"Take your time. He will be in his stall waiting for you to arrive." Cyril assured Raphael since Artemis was already in his stall and pretty much ready. Cyril even had his halter on so all he would have to do is put a lead rope on the horse to take him out of the stall if the vet didn't want to do his check in the stall. It was pretty clean since Cyril made sure his club members took really good care of the horses and their stalls. "I'll meet you outside the stables. Drive well. Bye now." Cyril stated as he gave a quick check on Artemis before heading to go outside the stables and wait for the vet to get there. Hanging up his phone and sliding it away in his pocket as he checked on the scratch he had gotten from his cat. Not too worried about it and the bleeding had already stopped so it was all good. Plus his cat rubbed up against his legs as she walked passed, clearly sorry for hurting him; but he did deserve it for scaring her like that.