[Nexus] Home 13: Insert Silly Title Here

[DiscipleofBob]

Jace's Place

Dante blinks. "Okay, apparently step one's taken care of. What's step two?"

[Deathkeeper]

Jace's Place

"That's easy. You have to figure out how to do this. Don't get me wrong, I can give you advice, but assuming you don't want my familiar poking around your brain this is something that you'll have to figure out on your own. It's not something I can just wave my hand and remove. You have to assert dominance over your own power."

[DiscipleofBob]

Jace's Place

"I thought the whole point of this was doing that already." Dante sighs. "So what, do I just practice blowing things up with my mind? I'm assuming your living room would be a bad place to do that."

[Deathkeeper]

Jace's Place

"The whole point was giving you the means to do so. And it seems you already do. But you don't necessarily have to destroy things. Like I said, there is more than one entity in you. If you can learn to feel them as well I'm sure you can do things besides spontaneous destruction. And admittedly, all my important stuff is locked away, so don't feel too bad if you smash something. Although please avoid the kitchen stuff if you can, since I do actually use those."

[ThePhantom]

Mountain Fortress

A bolt of lightning flashs down, leaving a black van at the gates of Riv's home.

[ThirdEmperor]

Fortress Mountain

Said gates are approximately ten feet high, made of reinforced steel and built right into the mountainside, great waves of snow piled against them by the constant blizzards. Not precisely ideal for someone who wishes their secret base to remain as such, but Riv never was good at subtle.

[ThePhantom]

Fortress Mountain

The van sits near the gates, and the driver honks the horn. Got to let the people here know they have a guest.

[ThirdEmperor]

Fortress Mountain

There's a pause.


A considerable pause.


When the gates do swing outwards, revealing an airlock corridor, there's already a full regiment of men waiting. Looks like someone's only gotten more paranoid since they last met.

[ThePhantom]

Fortress Mountain

Well, looks like the man who was pushed out of AMEN for being annoying has gotten smart about his visitors. The van slowly pulls towards the airlock corridor. Once it gets close enough that the guards stop it, the window on the driver side lowers, reveiling the sunglass wearing face of Gordon.

"I believe I have an invitation, gentlemen."

[ThirdEmperor]

Fortress Mountain

He'd like the record to state that it was for being too evil for those pansy wannabes, not for being annoying.

"Can never be too careful, sir." The guard nearest the window says, before moving aside with the rest. Clanking hydraulics echo in the room as the outer doors lock shut behind the van and the next set swings open- Not so many soldiers behind this one, just Riv and a huge block of raw machinery and lenses.

[ThePhantom]

Fortress Mountain

The van pulls through the second set of doors and stop. Gordon opens the door and steps out of the van and walks closer to Riv.

"Hello Riv. Nice security system you have, a bit better than the one at AMEN."

[ThirdEmperor]

Fortress Mountain

"Just wait 'till someone I want dead tries going through there, then you can be impressed." Riv says with a joyless smirk. "Got your machine here. Haven't tested it but I'm told it works." He nods indifferently to the monolithic lump of bare wires and glass tubes and crystal circles.

[ThePhantom]

Fortress Mountain

Gordon lowers his sunglass and raises his eyebrow at the machine.

"That's a vacuum? Its huge, I don't know if I can get in the van."

[ThirdEmperor]

Fortress Mountain

"Just 'port it out, the lobby's open." Riv points a thumb over his shoulder at the metal hallway, turning to head up the stone steps towards the lift. "C'mon, let's talk in my office.

[ThePhantom]

Fortress Mountain

Gordon shakes his head, and follows after Riv to the lift.

"You have an impressive home, Riv. So, did you make your guards or did you hire them?"

[FireFox]

[Statue Park]

Lou seems to have caught a virus, probably from a sick animal, or a person who had contact with one. On top of that his body shows slight damage, like you would see in someone who just ran a marathon or two without enough water or food. OK, slight might be a bit of an understatment, esspecially when coupled with the virus.

Lou looks slightly concerened when when Toby starts to chant. The concern quickly turns into curiosity and he watches him carefully. Rayum the Kobold keeps his head peaked in the tent watching the two of them. Ella sits near the fire pulling out some sewing. If you listen carefuly it is possible to hear someone also moving in the other tent next to the one they are in.

Allllrighty then. You've definitely caught a virus, Lou. It doesn't look that bad, but I'll need to run some tests back at my lab just to be sure. You know how the Nexus is: just when you think you understand something, it turns out to be completely different. And usually more dangerous than what you were expecting, but let's not tell the patient that. But the thing is, Lou, your body isn't looking too good. I'm thinking maybe this is a simple virus, but your immune system got busted up. What have you been doing lately?

[McBish]

"Healing." Lou responds quietly resting his head back on the pillows. "The others were sick to. I think I overdid it." He smiles weakly at Toby. Seems that however he heals takes a toll on him, probably resulting in his weakened state. "What kind of tests?"

[FireFox]

[Statue Park]

Toby smiles reassuringly. I know the feeling. As for the tests, I have both technological and magical methods to determine precisely what the virus is and exactly what it can do. I just need to draw a little blood. Is that all right?

[McBish]

[Statue Park]

Lou nods pulling his arm out from under the covers so Toby can take some blood. He doesn't seem to have a problem with needles. Under the covers he is wearing a thin shirt and pants made out of some silvery material that would match the style aboard a classic UFO. "You are a doctor?" It takes him a few seconds to think of the word doctor. Actually it is quite common for him to speak slowly when talking, searching for the right word to use.

[FireFox]

[Statue Park]

Toby quickly takes a sample of blood, which he will analyze later. Yes, I am. I use both modern medicine and druidic magic. Mostly magic, though. He starts casting another spell, which should alleviate the man's symptoms and bolster his immune system. I'm not a cleric or a priest, so I can't just cure you of any sicknesses you may have. The way my magic works, I need to understand the nature of the virus before I can get rid of it. But I can help you feel better.

[ThirdEmperor]

Fortress Mountain

"Oh, c'mon Gord-o. Like you would've spent years dancing around with the AMENites if help like this could be found." The lift creaks and clanks enough to give any safety inspector a heart attack, but by some miracle lifts them up into the heights of the mountain, without incident. "Nah. Made 'em myself with the finest genes that can be stolen 'r engineered. And they're still useless bastards."

[McBish]

[Statue Park]

Lou watches the spell casting intently yet again, obviously finding it fascinating. Once the spell is cast he does seem to regain some color and he perks up a bit. "Thank you, that feels better. Do lots of people have magic here?"

[FireFox]

[Statue Park]

Yeah, a lot of them do. Others have really high levels of technology. But some get by just fine with neither. When did you come to the Nexus?

[McBish]

[Statue Park]

"Only a few weeks. I am a Traveler." Lou says reaching up with one hand to touch one of the long silver spikes in his ear. He starts to sit up a bit now that he is feeling better, reaching for the tea that Ella had brought him earlier.

[FireFox]

[Statue]

Mmm... Well, I'm going to head back to my lab and figure out the best way to cure you. So you get some rest, all right? Toby smiles and then steps outside the tent.

[McBish]

Lou nods taking a long sip from his tea before setting it back down and laying down himself. "Thank you."

Rayum and Ella both look over at Toby as he comes out of the tent. Ella sets down the pair of pants she was sewing, looking worried. Rayum steps over. "Can you help him?"

[Halae]

[Terry's Apartment]

...and it's at this point that Lucy, hair still wet and wrapped in a towel, looks into Terry's lab, peeking around the doorway.

"...I heard shouting," she...er, he, says, sounding slightly concerned but with her slightly amused expression indicating she may have been eavesdropping a bit more than she's letting on. "Is everything alright?"

She notes the fixing of Terry's feet with some approval. The lack of the tail, perhaps, not quite so much.

[Terry's Apartment]

"Yep, everything's fine," Terry says, Already mixing up a third batch for Lucy, "I'm pretty sure I've got all the ingredients right on this one," it just has to finish roasting before it can be imbibed for the desired effect.

[The Bushranger]

[Terry's Apartment]

"Alright. And, thanks." Lucy smiles, and steps up to give Terry a quick hug. "You're a good person, you know that? I'm glad we met." The towel gets clung to with one hand awkwardly.

[Lost_Deep]

[Hadlin's Room]

Hadlin stares at the large beetle for a moment, before reaching into a back pocket of his robe to pull out his athame. He draws it across his left arm to draw some blood, and offers it to the beetle.

The beetle will drink some of the blood. You know, I was ready to break your skin myself, but I should have expected you to have something like this. Okay, prepare the ritual. And let me know if I can help.

If Hadlin does ask the beetle to help, there is about an even chance of it doing that, not doing anything, or doing something different but equally helpful.

[Halae]

[Terry's Apartment]

Terry awkwardly returns the hug, given their relative positions, "I'm rather glad we met too," she says. The Potion will still need a little time to cook, but it'll be prepared in a minute or two, at which point the apprentice mage will hand it to Lucy.

[Hadlin's Room]

Hadlin quirks an eyebrow, "She needs to be here to start the preparations."