"Just grab something from the fridge." Victor said pointing to the huge walking in fridge in the corner. "Next, we can talk about re-arranging molecules, and how we use the technique to make food for people like Orion."

Orion ended up at a room that also had Jareth's name on it. Seeing as his training had already begun, it seemed like a good fit. If he was going to be away most of the time, then they were perfect roommates. He reached out to touch he door, but it slid open on its own, and to his surprise, it was actually quite nice inside.

The "quarters" was basically a large apartment. The main room was the center of the dwelling. It was about thirty feet square with a ten-foot ceiling. There was what he assumed to be a large window as the wall opposite the door. The carpet was a warm, wood-like finish with red velvet rugs. The middle of the room was lower than the outer portion with a set of four shallow stairs on each side and sofas surrounding a small table. Off to the right was a kitchen area and what seemed to be a large bathroom. On the left side were doors to the two separate bedrooms. It was the most comfortable looking place to live that he had ever called his own. For a moment, his hunger was gone.

He decided to explore, heading first to the room that had his initial on it. Going inside, the room was a similar décor, metal walls, wood-like floor, red rug and bedding. The bed was a full size mattress that looked insanely comfortable, but he resisted the urge to jump on it. He was not a child. He went to the dresser on the other side of the bed. Looking through the drawers, it was like this team had gone shopping specifically for him. There were several sets of clothes that he would wear without hesitation. He figured that he and the others had been watched for a while before being chosen. How else could they have managed to perfect the rooms for them?

In the closet was at least a hundred different coats, jackets, and pairs of shoes, along with a few different masks. And that wasn't even the best part. In a box, ready to go was what could only be a video game console. He stared at it in awe.

After he was done exploring the bedroom, he went to his kitchen. If his bedroom was specified, then certainly... He opened the refrigerator with his eyes smashed shut, then slowly peeked at the contents. There were several packages of meat on one side that were labeled with his name. On the other side was a range of foods that he guessed were for his roommate. He had never eaten human food, so he had no clue what most of it was. But that wasn't his thought at the time. He dropped to his knees and couldn't control himself as he started crying, but for once it was thankfulness and disbelief. How did they manage this? Donation? Dead bodies? Either way he was thankful.

Shiva heard them all coming back to the dorms, so she got up and went to the middle of the room. She had furnished it a little more. She had a separate table just outside the kitchen, and a tv on her middle table. There were decorative plants an other pieces of furniture. It looked lived in. She went to her kitchen and started a kettle. If she was going to have to room with someone, she was going to at least try to like it.

She heard the dog bark outside her door, and wondered why the girl wasn't knocking. So she went over to the door and touched the pad, sliding it open. "Some of the doors are automatic. Some aren't." She said walking back inside. "I'm going to shower and change, you probably could use a clean up yourself." She pointed to the bathroom, "There are two shower stalls," she pointed to the girl's bedroom door, "and you can get clothes from in there."

With that, she entered her own room, retrieving Sophie shorts and her boyfriend sweater. It was an old thing, a little ragged around the edges, but it had been Tristan's. Along with a towel, she brought her garments with her into the bathroom.

"New blood. New blood. New blood. New..." Nunque kept repeating it to himself. He could smell them as they drew near. He felt energy. A demigod, a seer, a water core, a humanoid, and a human man. He could smell them all, even through the walls and the door and everything he could smell them and they all stunk. All except the seer. The seer smelled nice, like an autumn leaf. He chuckled to himself. How could a person smell like a leaf? She smelled more like the actual tree. With roots deep in the threads of time.

Nunque had once been a beautiful man. That was before he tore off the skin of his left cheek and neck. Now his beautiful face was marred with scar tissue. His hair was still thick and luscious and silky black. His eye liner and mascara were perfect. He had a slightly feminine face and he was thankful for that. He began to draw stars on his notepad forming letters out of the stars.

"Amuné..." He whispered, "it's hard to draw with chains on your hands." His silver eyes were open wide as he scribbled the name into place, trying not to get marker on his all white pants and shirt. The sleeves were bunched up at his wrists where the chains were holding him on the sofa in the middle of the dark room. So naturally there was a little ink on them.

As he finished the drawing, he waited patiently for his new friend. He sat there, eager like a child.

"I hope she's pretty." He said to himself with a big hopeful smile.

[ I'll manage, guys. Thanks so much for the support c: huggles back. All the rooms have the same basic look, and each person's bedroom has clothes and a form of entertainment.]

Jareth gave Kreos a lopsided smile. He was going to need a lot of luck, but he doubted even his usual good luck would be enough for this particular situation. No, better to try to be quiet about it and not cause a fuss. He rummaged through the fridge and came up with a sandwich of his own. "Thanks Victor. People like Orion, though...what do you mean? He seems a bit odd, yeah -- I mean, he bit off Amuné's fingers! And /ate/ them!" Jareth still couldn't believe that. It was weird and rather disgusting. What kind of person ate chunks of their friends? Was Orion a zombie? Did that mean Amuné might turn into one?!

"I'm Zuriel, Angel of Passage. You can call me Mouse." The golden-eyed being said, throwing his arm around Amuné. He knew she was a seer, but he blocked her insight. His touch would give her nothing but clarity.

Marcus leaned down, steadying on one fist almost like an ape. With his massive head almost level with the girl's. "Szetsu p'ak. Nua." He said with a snarl of a voice. It sounded almost more animal than anything else as it resonated within the gas mask.

Mouse looks to Amuné, brushing her hair back in an obvious joking flirt, "He thinks you're pretty." He said with a laugh. Marcus scowled at Mouse, then touched Amune's face with one of the talons at the end of his fingers. He relayed that he was pleased to have her aboard and apologized for his inability to speak anything other than the language of Hell.

"Awe, come on Mar-Mar, why do you have to kill my fun every time?" Mouse complained, letting go of Amuné. Marcus swatted him aside hard and fast, sending the handsome angel flying across the room. The hit the wall with a metallic percussion and landed face down on the floor. "Good one! I'll get you next time." He said with a silly sense of vengeance. "Messing with Marcus, round one." He muttered.

The hulk of a devil lumbered out of the room, fuming.

Shaking his head at the two, Eric reached out and rested his hand on the girl's shoulder. "You're my first seer, so don't let me down, okay?" He smiled, favoring her with cloudy, vacant eyes.

Ruarc muttered obscenities ad he wandered around, poking his head in each door he came across, looking for some place to lay his head at....sleepy time. (Not much night in space, is there?) Earning him a scream as he poked his head in on a woman changing. He let out a whoop as he ducked back out, running away with a silly grin as a boot was flung at where his head should be. [I]"Sorry!" [/i] He called back, disappearing around a corner.

As his pace slowed, he could hear the familiar [I]POP POP![/I] of a gun range. Slow, steady fire to practice propper shooting technique. He smirked, following the sound.

He walked in, pulling some foam earplugs from his pocket. He rolled them up, looking down the shooting lanes. There were no targets. He came across this young woman shooting, who was just GORGEOUS. And not too shabby with a gun.

The silly grin returned as he took the lane next to hers. He leaned over "This lane taken?" He asked, pulling his pistol and unscrewing the silencer. He began mashing buttons on the wall, only to be met with angry BRRRRRNT![/B] noises. [I]" How do you work this thing?"[/i] He asked, putting the pistol down to mash buttons with both hands, the single [b]BRNT! noises now blending in to one loud, long BRRRRNTBRNTBRRRRRNNNTT

The young woman didn't shy away from the touch, despite knowing it /could/ trigger a vision if it was strong enough. After nineteen years, Amuné had excellent control over her powers. She gave Mouse a sweet smile at the silly flirtation. "I don't think that's what he said, but perhaps this is your way of conveying it without taking responsibility, hm~?" She was surprised when Marcus "spoke" inside her mind, but immediately tried to formulate a thought-response, understanding and acceptance. Her eyes widened when the huge man sent Mouse tumbling. "Is that normal for them?" she asked Eric. "I'll do my best. I will tell you now, not everything I See is accurate, and I can't always See what I want to. But I do pretty well, and it can be useful in a fight." She smiled.

Jack pulled her hand away with the sudden woosh of the door. “Oh, okay. Sorry I wasn’t sure how the rooms were set up. Didn’t realize there was a common room. Didn’t want to disturb you” Jack said walking in looking around setting the pup down, looking back figuring out how to close the door behind her. Looking back towards the room, she was rather impressed at how much it looked like what could be a neighbor of hers in her old building back home. “You decorate? I like what you’ve done. Very homey” She nodded hearing the other girl speak again. “Oh yes thank you” Jack nodded again looking towards the rooms Shiva had pointed to.

“Come on Bruce” Jack said going into her room. It still managed to feel oddly homey, even with the metal walls. Maybe she’d get an opportunity to decorate a bit. Bruce happily found the little bed left for him, with the little chew toy. He wasted no time in snuggling into bed eagerly chewing on the toy. “Interesting” Jack smiled watching him before going over to the closet. “Oh wow” She said aloud her eyes going wide. The closet was almost better than what she had at home. But yet, could totally be her closet there. Easily going through it, lightly running her fingers over every fabric, it made her smile.

Finally picking fresh clothes to wear and finding a towel, she took off her jacket and boots leaving them in the room going to the bathroom carefully.

Kreos eventually found the hallway that had each of their names on the doors, some of the doors sharing two names. Kreos didn't quite have time to check whether or not someone else was with him, as when he moved his hand to open the door himself it slid open for him. His eyes widened at the area he was given, stating "OH DEAR GODS THIS PLACE IS MASSIVE" while he looked around the space of the large apartment. "It's certainly no Elysium, but it's definitely better than the hotel rooms I'm used to." Kreos said to himself as he explored the wide open space. The demigod first looked in the kitchen, which was stocked with cooking supplies and appliances, but he had no use for that kind of thing. Maybe he would pick up a cook book later, but for now the only thing he was interested in was the fridge. He was in awe at what it was stocked with. A year's supply of lemonade and filleted red mullet. Dear gods did Kreos love red mullet. He quickly checked one of the cook books to find a recipe involving red mullet and tomatoes. "Later..." Kreos said, staring at the book with slightly squinted eyes, putting aa still-stemmed piece of cilantro on the page to mark it for later.

Kreos proceeded to the bathroom, which had a relatively medium-large shower, a sink, and a toilet of course. "Why would someone need all these soaps and other crap?" Kreos thought to himself as he compared all the different shampoo's, conditioners, body wash, and hand soap. "What even is this? Citrus vanilla with lavender? Why... What?" Kreos said, confused why people actually use these fancy kind of soaps. He shook his head and went to the bedroom. He checked his wardrobe to find quite a few jackets, jeans, and T-shirts that were suited to his liking. He didn't really bother to wonder how they knew what he would like, or even his size, but he was in fact a bit bored. He took off his jacket and under-hoodie as he looked around the room, hanging them up on a coat hanger rack. He tossed his mask off onto the bed as well as laying his scythe there, which then seemingly faded away. He also took off his greaves, bracers, and boots leaving himself bare-footed. All he wore now was a black Adidas T-shirt one size too small, clinging a bit to his slightly muscular body, as well as faded blue jeans. Once he thought he was done searching the room, something caught his eye under the 55 inch TV.

Kreos curiously pulled out the box and opened it, revealing an Xbox One game console. He immediately set it up, pulling out the hdmi cable that came with it and hooking it up to the TV. He started the console up to find his profile was already logged in, all of his downloaded games and progress already on the console. "Thank the gods." Kreos muttered, controller in hand. He started up his 'Destiny' game to find he somehow had Xbox live connection from space. He proceeded to press 'A', logging on to his level 34 warlock, and starting the game.

((Guys, guys! I did a thing! Guess who~))

Valkyrie was startled by the coming of a random person she didn't know approaching and talking to her, but then remembered that a new group was joining that day. She giggled at him, pressing all those buttons with unrelenting determination. She set down her pistol and straightened her dry-fit tank top as she leaned against the lane divider. Giggling at him with bouncy, wavy, pale blond hair. She watched his frustration build for a moment, then called out, "Mother! Give us another target." With that, his target dropped into place fifty meters out. "I can help you with the gun too." She flirted with her twinkling, red eyes and bright smile.

"Your visions are never /inaccurate/, you simply see the outcomes of many timelines at once. We call them the strings of fate." Mae said as if she knew exactly what Eric would say.

Eric smiled at her voice. It was his most favorite thing in the universe. "Come with to the infirmary. You're bleeding on Victor's floor and you look a little pale." He said. He turned and exited through the door they had entered, followed by Mae.

Shiva got cleaned up and dressed. Shoeless, she headed toward the infirmary. Eric had updated her that they were going to give her new fingers thanks to Orion's episode. She brought the girl in, making her the seer's mentor. It was her first time being one, so she didn't want to screw it up.

She navigated through the ship effortlessly, having come to know it like the back of her hand through her training period. It was strange to finally be in the other side of things. Teaching another the lessons she had learned only a handful of decades ago was going to be strange, but she was excited.

She made it to the infirmary before Eric and Amuné. Tsitua was laying on one of the exam tables with his stump arm in a clamp. Lya was soldering wires to his nerve endings. He made the most painful thing one could endure look like a cake walk, biting down on a special mouth gaurd and grunting now and then. It looked painful, but not as painful as Tristan had made it look when... Anyway, she watched as Lya finished and placed the socket that would accept the prosthetic. She had salvaged some of his elbow so at least he wouldn't need a new joint.

She waited at the gurney that was prepped for an arrival, making little ice shards in her hands out of boredom.

[ -.- I need to get out of this funk. It's killing my writing.]

((*waves pompoms for *)

Amuné gave Mae a smile. "Ah, someone who appreciates the distinction. Most people don't. It can be frustrating, to tell the truth." Eric's words caused her to look down at her wound. It had indeed soaked through the bandage, and was in danger of dripping. "I have lost a lot of blood," she admitted, following the pair to the infirmary. Shiva was waiting for them, and behind her Amuné saw Lya doing something complicated to the remaining portion of Tsitua's arm. She could see the man of flame overlaying the hybrid still, and tried to keep from drawing its attention. Not only that, but she didn't want to pay too much attention to the procedure -- it looked extremely painful. She wasn't sure even meditation could block out that kind of pain. She was having enough trouble behaving normally with her current injury, and that was after spending the majority of the trip there in a meditative trance, blocking out the feeling in her hand. "Shiva? I'm glad to see you, but why are you here? Do you work in medicine too?"

It hadn't been that long, but the shower felt nice like it had been many days since she had one. Jack actually enjoyed the warm touch of the water, not noticing Shiva finishing and leaving the room. Getting out, dried and dressed she finally realized she was alone. There was still that weird quite she was very use to. But it didn't bother her. Going back to her room, her leggings hugged nicely against her, her over sized zip up hiding most other features, Jack hung the towel on a hook to dry. "Come on Bruce" she smiled pulling on a pair of short socks "Let's go explore. Maybe we'll find Orion again" she smiled getting up "You can bring the toy" she laughed a bit getting that puppy dog look that he didn't want to go. As they left the room, the toy happily in the Frenchie's mouth, and off his leash they started wandering the hallways of the station. nnGlancing down other corridors, possibly getting lost. But that was the best way to learn what was going to be home. She just didn't realize how big the place actually was. nn

[Where are and ??]

(( Rous does have a tendency to vanish. You can continue the scenes without his char, at the least, I suppose? And Vintage is alone in his room, so not in either scene as well. I don't like leaving people out, but in a choice between no one rping and a couple folks not rping, I'll take a couple any day.))

((OOC: I was just waiting until it was time for lunch in the RP .__.))

Eric Allowed the girl to enter the infirmary, then continued on his way with Mae at his side. She took his hand, lightly giving it a squeeze. "Remember when we were new?" She asked.

"You were here before me." He remembered.

"And you were cute." She added, jumping on his back.

"No, I'm your mentor." Shiva said, unable to hide that hint of nervous tension within her. "Go ahead and lay on that gurney." She added, guiding the girl to her spot. "This is going to hurt more than anything you've ever experienced." She warned once Amuné was on the gurney, "We're going to hold you down, it's for the best."

Lya finished Tsitua's Socket and placed the cap over her work. "Stay here and help me with Amuné." She requested. He nodded, still fighting residual pain. He could get his prosthetic later. One arm was enough for him to hold down a humanoid girl.

She went over to Amuné who had soaked her dressing through. Working quickly, she placed an auto tourniquet on her the girl's wrist. Once it tightened itself down, she removed the dressing and injected a local anesthetic to the hand. Once that took effect, she used a hardlight blade to shave off the dead and destroyed flesh. Next she clamped off the arteries with nanotech auto clamps and loosened the tourniquet just a touch.

"Alright Amuné, now is the hard part. I numbed you as much as medically possible, but no anesthetic can block what I am about to do. I'm going to 'solder' these nodes to your nerve endings with a protein based filament. Are you ready?" She informed and asked as she cleaned off the area.

Orion had found his way out into the hallway. He was somewhat lost, but he didn't care. All at once, his nerves had calmed and he remembered what he had done. He sat down with his back against the bulkhead and his knees to his chest. He felt pathetic for crying yet again, but more than that, he felt overwhelming guilt. He had actually bitten the fingers off of that girl's hand. He hadn't even been that hungry. He just lost it.

He dropped his head down against his knees and swore at himself quietly. Soon he felt the surrounding temperature drop slightly, and heard the pitter-patter of little feet. That was his Jack and little Bruce Wayne. He didn't want her to see him like that, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

"So you see, the only thing Orion can survive on is the flesh of a human being, which we can synthesize a near-perfect match of right here." Victor finished his long explanation of a ghoul's unique bodily systems and Kagunes and other things that probably were over the boy's head. He lit a new cigarette and hit it hard, blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air as he leaned back in his chair. "Anyway, wanna check out our vehicles?" He asked.

[Ima make Jareth the heart throb of my crew's female population. ;) ]

(( haha, you're awful. Poor Jareth.))

Jareth didn't understand a lot of what Victor told him about ghouls, but the gist of it seemed to be they were different. Very different. "So he won't try to eat me?" he asked as the other mechanic wound down. "I mean, I'm sure I'm tasty, but I'd like to keep my various extremities intact." He made a joke of it, but there was serious worry in the back of his eyes. Still, the mention of vehicles saw an immediate return of enthusiasm. "Are you kidding?" he exclaimed. "Absolutely!"

"My mentor? So you'll be helping me with things. Alright, I look forward to working under you," Amuné replied, offering the other girl a strained smile. She was concerned about what she was in for. And rightly so, considering what Shiva then told her. "Oh joy," the teen said dryly, swinging herself onto the gurney and laying down. She grimaced at the tourniquet, which was unpleasant but bearable. The anaesthetic helped considerably, but then Shiva spoke up again. "I don't know that I'll ever be truly ready," Amuné replied, "but give me...about a minute. I'm going to enter a trance and try to block some of the pain. I don't know what good it will do, but it's worth a shot, I think." With that she shut her eyes and her breath deepened almost right away. There were distractions, but meditation came easily to her after so many years. She focused on a single point of light, a candle in darkness, to center herself, and let conscious thought flee. She took the pain and discomfort her body felt and placed it in a chest, sealing it tightly.

And it bought her a couple seconds' peace before the pain of the procedure shattered her concentration. Despite her efforts, she tried to pull her hand away from the torture being enacted upon it, and a shrill, agonized shriek escaped her lips.

The station was spacious that was for sure. The kind that even if Jack knew where everything was like the back of her hand, she'd still get lost. Proving yet again that that was such a silly phrase. The girl tended to linger behind as the pup naturally lead ahead, even off his leash. This place was starting to become comfortable. Was never going to be like back home, especially since she wouldn't be able to go outside. Which Jack would miss for the moments they were there. But it was going to be okay. nnBruce started sniffing the air catching the scent of something, someone? Instincts kicked in and he started sniffing the floor letting his nose lead the way. Turning the corner the smell got stronger, he looked up letting out a happy little yip before running over finding Orion. He hopped up, his front little paws against the ghouls arm. He tried to lick him in greeting but couldn't reach his face. nn"Oh there you are" Jack smiled turning the corner after Bruce seeing Orion. "I've been looking for you, Brucey get down" she smiled gently pulling the dog down making him sit between them. Distracting him with his favorite ear scratches. "Are you okay? Haven't gotten to talk much though this whole ordeal" Jack asked offering him a soft friendly smile. nn@theminorfall

"Did you not see what I did?!" Orion shouted. He was angry at her. How could she be so quick to forgive and forget. He bit the digits off of a girl who was just trying to keep him from getting killed all because of a frenzy caused by a smell. He was a ticking time bomb. It was only a matter of time until he lost control again, and who knows what would happen. He lifted his tear-covered face, realizing he had just snapped at her (figuratively). His face was one of horror at his actions. Frightened he scooted away from her and ran away as fast as he could, which caused a small sonic boom that knocked Jack from her feet. He didn't see that part, he just ran, not knowing what he was doing or where he would even go.

Mouse, in the nick of time, happened to be on his way to get a foam extinguisher to spray all over Marcus when he came across the elemental. He caught her and put her back on her feet. "He loves you. That's why he runs." The Angel said, kissing the girl on the forehead, leaving a tingling sensation. He went on his way to annoy Marcus with a smirk and a happy tune whistling from his lips.

Lya was surprised the girl lasted a few seconds before reaching to pull her hand away. She kept working knowing her help was there. Shiva caught the girl's hand, and Tsitua pushed the girl's body back down to the table, locking his arm.

The princess quickly did her work, soldering the filaments in place and beginning to add a custom socket made by Victor beforehand. She placed the socket and added the fusing agent, fusing the socket to the girl's hand. "Morphine." She said calmly. Shiva jammed a quick injector into Amune's thigh containing a kilogram of morphine, dulling the residual pain. After that, Lya placed the prosthetic which had plates molded to fit the anatomy of the hand. "This is the newest model. You should have a kind of sensation in those fingers, but it'll take some getting used to." She informed the heavily breathing girl.

Tsitua smirked. His first bioflex had been much more dramatic. He looked at his left arm. It had been bioflex since a year after he had been there. It had taken Marcus and Ket to hold him down. He stroked the seer's hair, "You're gonna be fine." He said, "I know how this feels, I just had it done."

"Good," Victor replied, "take that arm to our leader in the med bay and I'll think about letting you take my frog apart." He pointed at the finished, detailed bioflex forearm his printer had produced. "And move quickly, or I'll make you do engine maintenance with Sadie."

(( I think you may mean a milligram of morphine. A kilogram is many times what a lethal dose would be. ^.^;; ))

The Seer struggled vainly, both against those trying to help her and against the horrific pain. When finally it subsided enough to be able to think, she looked at Shiva through what felt like many layered veils. "Wh-what did you--?" she started, her voice breaking after her screams. She didn't have time to listen to what was said, she had to know something. She jerked away from the touch to her head. Tsitua's hand felt like it was on fire. And that answered her question. "Noooo..." Amuné said, the word a drawn out whisper. Some sort of serious painkiller -- she should have thought of that, should have known they wouldn't be aware. She had a little time before what they gave her would really hit, but already she was feeling the effects. The young woman could see the possibilities spreading out in front of her. "I...don't do well with certain painkillers. It interferes with my...my perception of things." She needed to tell them to restrain her, not to let her hurt herself or anyone else, but she couldn't grasp the words.

And now past events, too, filled her view, but these were many-layered -- what might have happened, and the resulting branching futures that might have come to pass instead. Amuné's eyes glazed, unable to focus on the present any longer. "Dead yet alive again?" she asked softly, looking at Lya. "But of course she's alive -- he didn't kill her in the first place," she answered her own question, turning her head to look at Tsitua. "You stopped him." And then her eyes drifted to look at nothing. "Angels here, but for how much longer? Nothing but demonic flame awaits." Shiva was the next to draw her unfocused gaze. "You should tell him. Tell...tell Victor? No, no, that's not -- it's too much!" Amuné tried to put her hands to her head, whimpering as past and future drowned her under their weight.

She slammed her head back against the gurney, once, twice, and she tried to bring her hands to her face, going to claw at her eyes if not stopped. "You can't win. Even with death on your side!" the Seer cried, tears filling her eyes. "Which will you choose, doctor, the demon that devours souls or a mortal spouse? Nothing lasts, nothing! Eventually it all crumbles." She laughed then, a wild sound, like a woman unhinged. "I tell you, you will rule over nothing but dust, and that shall be your kingdom. War comes, unlike any the world has ever seen. When the stars fall there will be fire, and then winter will swallow the land." Suddenly she fell oddly silent, her eyes suddenly fixing on Tsitua -- or rather, on the demon she saw within him. "You!" she snarled. "I am no longer a child, I will /not/ be used!" the Seer exclaimed, her face twisting in hatred, trying to lunge at him, her right hand moving in the direction of her knife. "You will pay for what you did to Kel! I won't forgive you!"

Jareth froze in the doorway, having managed to find his way to the infirmary at last. He'd never seen his friend like this before, but he knew what it must be. She'd told him once, When they were younger, that if she was ever badly hurt, he should stay with her if she was taken to the hospital and tell them she was very allergic to most painkillers. There were safe ones, but most serious ones, she said, interfered with her subconscious control of her power. But she'd been conscious when she'd gone, under her own power -- surely she would have told them about the problem?

OoC//

Sorry for the disappearance, been a busy week!

[I]"Help me with the gun."[/i] He said, laughing and shaking his head as he clicked the safety off.

The target was just a normal silhouette of a person, ten ring in the middle. But Ruarc didn't aim for the ten ring. He aimed for where the heart would be, putting two bullets damn near through the same hole, and one where between the eyes would be. Two to the chest and one in the head, almost instantly. He repeated this, the next two shots just a hair higher than the first two, making a clover shaped hole. The next one made an oddly shaped peanut in the face area. He did this until the magazine was empty. He admired his work, setting the open pistol on the counter in front of him, shrugging as he yelled "Mother! Another target!"

With the new voice coming through, it took the computer a second to register the command, but a new target appeared, the old one dropping in a bin behind them. He turned to the woman, grinning "I don't think I need help, do you?"