050520 A Hero
05-20-2005 14:32:50 Medika has joined the team.
DEVIL Angel 2: Hey, Med.
Medika: Hello, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: Are you ready to go get your new clothes?
Medika: I should go sell too, you know. Then shall we go to Steel?
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Medika: <grin> It should be interesting.
Entering Bayside Docks.
05-20-2005 14:40:35 Entering Silver Lake.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ok, Med, what are you thinking for tonight?
Medika: I don't know, Angel. I really don't know.
Angel proceeds to recommend a particular jacket and skirt. Med spends some time deciding on colour and, of course, footwear. Angel spots Bansidhe emerging from a dressing room.
DEVIL Angel 2: Are we all getting new clothes to go out? Bansidhe YOU are so HOT!!
DEVIL Angel 2 blushes. Bansidhe chuckles
Bansidhe: Thank you, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: Are you going to escort us to the club? We are going to congratulate the Judge on his promotion.
Bansidhe: Sure.
DEVIL Angel 2: Fabulous!
Medika comes, hesitantly, out of the dressing room, clad in a uniform-style jacket and short skirt.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, Medika! That is very now.
Medika: <shyly> Is it?
DEVIL Angel 2: Yes, you look very nice.
Bansidhe suggest a change from Med’s traditional blue-and-white to the more dramatic black-and-white, which is soon accomplished.
You are now in Supergroup mode.
DEVIL Angel 2: What about contacts Med? Or some new glasses maybe?
Although various eyewears are tried on, Medika eventually resorts to the safety of her trademark glasses.
Meanwhile, Bansidhe experiments with tying his hair tightly back in a pony tail, wondering if it is a more sophisticated look.
DEVIL Angel 2: NO NO NO NO
DEVIL Angel 2: I LIKE HIM ROUGH
DEVIL Angel 2: With your hair like that, you can really see your cheek bones.
Medika: Ban looks very, um, cool.
Bansidhe shifts to white Celtic armor and cloak. Medika gasps at Ban's change. DEVIL Angel 2 laughs
Angel asks Med’s opinion on the choice of colour for the former’s outfit and it is resolved that the pastel look “is more feminine.”
DEVIL Angel 2: I like this better myself, Med.
DEVIL Angel 2: Bansidhe YOU are so HOT!!
Bansidhe chuckles
Once everyone is dressed to Angel’s satisfaction:
Bansidhe: Ready, ladies?
Medika nods, shyly.
Enroute, Bansidhe casually removes a few groups of Tsoo, Outcasts, and Trolls.
In the moodily-lit warehouse that is the Steel Canyon Dance Club:
Medika: This is -- a very odd place
DEVIL Angel 2: Come on, Med. You look great.
Medika: I feel rather self conscious.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well don’t be – you’re beautiful.
Hataku: What’s so great about this place?
Bansidhe: No one here.
DEVIL Angel 2: Must have the wrong club.
The group moves to Independence Port.
05-20-2005 15:23:09 Entering Power Island.
Bansidhe flies off to scout the actual location, a spit of sand on the northern side of Power Island, reminiscent of an unspoiled coast of Manhattan Island (if any such exists). Voices crackle over the airways.
DEVIL Angel 2: Let’s wait her on word from Ban.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ahh, he's got them
Hataku: What’s so great about the dance party place?
Medika: Turn the com to Ban's location?
Syphoneer: Nothing.
DEVIL Angel 2: Want me to TP you, Med?
Syphoneer: Just the hype.
Medika: Sure, Angel. Thank you, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: No problem, Med.
Hataku: Is the octopus around today?
Bansidhe: He's on his smoke break.
Hataku: When will he be back?
Bansidhe: He usually smokes about a carton, per smoke break, so it'll be a few hours.
Hataku: k lol
Medika: <whisper> That sounds very bad for his health, Bansidhe.
Bansidhe: 2000 cigarettes, 8 arms...these things take time.
Mr. Grean: Hey, Judge, you still here in IP?
Mr. Grean: Ollie ollie oxen judges...
Bansidhe: Alright, follow me.
The group joins DJ Judge and his guests.
Bansidhe: Judge, you were expecting company?
Mr. Horndiggity: ‘Sup, Ban?
DEVIL Angel 2: Come on, Med.
Mr. Horndiggity: <nodding at Bansidhe> Nice jacket.
DJ Judge: lol, hi, Med!
Bansidhe: Thanks, Horn.
Mr. Horndiggity: Hi there, Med.
Bailiff LadyMad: Hiyas, Med :)
DJ Judge: Hi, Angel!
Mr. Horndiggity: Nice outfit.
Bailiff LadyMad: Hehe, she came Judge.
Bailiff LadyMad: Hiyas, Angel.
DJ Judge: What up, Pain!
Bansidhe: I'm Ban, Lady Mad. Spirit is out exploring
Bailiff LadyMad: I'm sorry, Ban.
Medika: Um, hello, your Honour. I heard you reached security level 50, your Honour. Congratulations.
DEVIL Angel 2: Hey Judge! Gratz on 50.
DJ Judge: Thank you very much; couldna done it without the Champions!
Mr. Horndiggityis now whispering to Judge and the Bailiff.
DJ Judge: Bailiff LadyMad you can rescind that arrest order for Medika.
Mr. Horndiggity: Damn! Was hoping to see her dragged into your court, judge.
Bailiff LadyMad: I'll be sure to do that Judge.
Medika: Mr. Horn, they would not have dragged me; I obey the law.
DEVIL Angel 2: Anytime, Judge.
Bansidhe: Thank you for saying that, Judge.
DJ Judge: Said it ‘cause I mean it.
Medika: <smile> The Champions treat their allies well, I've found, your Honour.
DJ Judge: I was tellin’ the Horn and Lady that the whole lvl 50 thing was a bit anti climactic.
Bansidhe chuckles. DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Medika: How so, sir?
Mr. Horndiggity: Well, it’s like there should be a bright light from the sky or something
DEVIL Angel 2: I agree, Horn.
Bailiff LadyMad: Well, you do get a pretty badge.
Mr. Horndiggity: But instead, all you get is no more xp.
DJ Judge: You run around doin’ mishes, even have some discouragin’ moments... and then you turn 50... anti climactic...
Bailiff LadyMad: …and still a lot of debt.
Bansidhe: Oh, did Statesman not come and present you with your badge, in person?
Mr. Grean: lol...
Bansidhe: Mine came in the mail.
Bailiff LadyMad: heh
Bansidhe grumbles. Mr. Grean chuckles.
DJ Judge: No and I'm P.O.'ed about it.
DJ Judge: lol
Bailiff LadyMad: Heh
Mr. Horndiggity: Really, the Horn could call him as we're Pals.
DJ Judge: lmao!
DJ Judge: Hi, Mr. G.
Medika looks at Mr. Horn, impressed.
DEVIL Angel 2: This is quite a site to hold a party.
Bailiff LadyMad: Ugh!! How do I not have my belt?
Bailiff LadyMad hangs her head in shame.
Bailiff LadyMad: I'll be right back
DJ Judge: well Med you picked a nice day to come...
Mr. Grean: So you guys made fifties, eh? I'm green with envy.
Mr. Horndiggity preens a bit.
Mr. Horndiggity: It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
DJ Judge: The Judge is famous for partyin’ out in the open, ya know.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well, I do now.
Mr. Grean: did not know that
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Medika: I obey the law, your Honour. But I do appreciate the beauty of the day.
DJ Judge: Yes, I see that you do obey the law, hero, and the Judge is so pleased to have you here.
Medika: Thank you, sir.
Mr. Grean: What's p.b.? I can't think of what it could be...other than peanut butter.
Mr. Horndiggity: The horn thinks he means peace bringer.
Mr. Horndiggity smiles.
DJ Judge: Now if you could do one thing for me...
Medika: Me, your Honour?
Mr. Grean slaps forehead and says: Forgot those Kheldians showed up.
DJ Judge: Yes, Med, you. I need a favor... <pauses> 1 sec, goin hot...
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers to Ban: What are you doing?
Bansidhe: I'm giving my impersonation of a college professor.
The judge starts his broadcasts, mentioning the superb location and his special guests. Suddenly Med hears her own name being praised on the radio show. She starts, flames with embarrassment, and moves to the water’s edge to regain her composure.
DEVIL Angel 2: Med. Come over here.
Medika: <whisper> No, no, he shouldn't be saying such things ...
The Judge continues to describe Medika and the partier identified as Mr. Grean, moves over and starts kow-towing before her.
Medika: Oh, dear <blush>
Grean: lol
Totally unsettled, she darts away. The team follows after Medika.
Mr. Horndiggity: What’s wrong, Med?
DEVIL Angel 2: Medika, are you alright?
Bansidhe: Med?
DEVIL Angel 2: What did you say to her, Horn?
Mr. Horndiggity: Nothing -- just asked what was wrong.
Medika: Mr. Horn d-d-didn't say anything, Angel.
Bansidhe: Who did?
DEVIL Angel 2: Well, then who did?
Medika: Mr. Grean was bowing and the Judge was -- oh, dear, introducing me to his audience. <blush>
Mr. Horndiggity: The DJ, but the Horn missed that as his radio was on the fritz.
Medika: It's j-just the J-judge has t-t-told his audience m-my n-name... and he t-t-t-told them that I'm shy.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Medika: and -- and I want t-t-to g-go hide.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well, they aren’t here, Med, so quite worrying.
Mr. Horndiggity: Well, the Horn missed it but is sure that the Judge meant well by what he said.
Medika: B-but -- I d-don't want t-to b-be known.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well you are known, Med. Even without that.
Nicat: Why not?
Mr. Horndiggity: Sadly, Med, you don't have that option as a hero; you can only choose how you are known.
Mr. Horndiggity shakes his finger at Medika.
Medika: I'm n-not a hero. I just work with heroes.
Bansidhe coughs as the judge wandered into the conversation.
DJ Judge: Yes, you are a hero.
Mr. Grean: You're legendary, Med; it's ok to party every now and then.
DEVIL Angel 2: Medika! What did Bubba tell you?
Medika: N-no!
Bansidhe: Ach! Wha' did tha' lad do, now?
Mr. Horndiggity: Gave her a shout out on the air, from what the Horn can tell.
Mr. Horndiggity: To do what you do, you are a hero.
Medika: No, Mr. Horn. It's the rest of you who do the real work!
Mr. Horndiggity: Heh. Nah. The Horn just stands around and says insulting things to bad guys.
DJ Judge: The Judge has decreed that you are a hero, live with it. <bangs gavel>
Mr. Horndiggity: Sometimes they catch fire.
Mr. Horndiggity shrugs innocently.
Medika: <whispers> Oh, dear me, no.
DJ Judge: lol
DEVIL Angel 2 stifles a laugh. Bansidhe cracks a small hint of a smile.
DJ Judge: Too bad, so sad, you’re a hero, time to celebrate!
Mr. Horndiggity smiles at Medika.
Mr. Grean: I saw Supa Dee!
Medika: No, your Honour. Don't you understand?
Horndiggity: See, greatness is thrust upon you. It is -- as the Horn understands – traditional.
Medika: T-to call someone like me a hero is to lessen what the real heroes do.
Bansidhe: Does it, Med?
Supra Dee shows up at the party.
Nicat: Hi Supa and Kill Count!
DEVIL Angel 2: I told you before, Med.
Mr. Horndiggity: Hey there, Dee, KC
Supa Dee: Hi.
DEVIL Angel 2: OK, OK, LISTEN UP.
Medika: <shrinking in embarrassment>Um. I'm really sorry to disrupt the party. Please ...
Bansidhe: Med, did ye nae keep me healthy while fighting Requiem?
DEVIL Angel 2: COULD ANY OF YOU HEROES DO YOUR JOB WITHOUT A HEALER?
Nicat: Not at all.
Mr. Horndiggity: Well, no.
Nicat: Without a healer, I am paste lol
Bansidhe: Well, Med?
Medika: Bansidhe ... I don't know.
Bansidhe: Did ye nae help keep me from falling?
DEVIL Angel 2: Bansidhe, what about you?
Medika: You might not have needed me. How can I tell?
Mr. Horndiggity: Without a healer, the Horn gets real familiar with the taste of dirt.
Medika: No, no, Mr. Horn. When you are in top form, you never fall.
Bansidhe: Med, I assure ye - ye were desperately needed.
Medika: <blush> It's kind of you to say so, Bansidhe.
Mr. Horndiggity: And -- for that matter -- what isn't heroic about rushing into the middle of a fight to concentrate on helping someone else while things go zap and explode?
Bansidhe: I speak truth.
Nicat: The way I see it is... if you have super powers, you are a hero or AV -- and you don’t look like an AV to me.
Medika: Oh, sir, powers do not a hero make. Powers merely make one a super-powered being.
Nicat: But … what do YOU do with your powers?
Medika: I'm support personnel, Nicat. I heal, if at all possible.
Bansidhe: An' ye either use those powers for good or for evil, Med.
Medika: It is the use of powers -- or even just abilities -- that make a hero or villain.
Bansidhe: If ye dinnae use them for good, then ye're helping the evil by ignoring it.
Medika: No, no, ignoring evil is wrong. Everyone must do their part.
Bansidhe: Aye. Then ye're a hero.
Kill Count: we are not doing any thing
Medika: But -- there are those, like you, who can and do do more -- above and beyond the call of duty.
Mr. Horndiggity: But doing you part and doing it at great personal risk is what makes you a hero.
Bansidhe: Pardon me, I need t' make a couple of calls.
Medika: <smile> Mr. Horn, it's people like you and Ban that protect people like me from "great personal risk". That's heroism, in my book.
DEVIL Angel 2: Bullshit, Med. Many times they would have been dust if it wasn’t for me.
Nicat: But, Medika, my powers are not strong. I aid my team in any way I can.
Medika: I do, too, Nicat. But my contribution is small, truly.
Nicat: I can't do much
Mr. Horndiggity: Saving a life is not small.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ask them?
Nicat: At least you can keep your teammates alive. This is all I can do..
The darkly-clad hero proceeded to conjure up phantasms to defeat a group of Devouring Earth just approaching the unprotected party site.
Fungoid: Human filth!
DEVIL Angel 2: <summoning help>Horn, Ban, Mini. Even Judge! Hey lady T and mini man!
Mr. Horndiggity: <continuing the conversation with Medika> …and the Horn, at this point, thinks you do yourself a great disservice by saying that keeping us alive is a small contribution.
Herder has defeated Tree of Life
Nicat has defeated Bladegrass
In the midst of battle, Lady Texas arrived.
Mini Man: Hello.
Lady Texas: Hiya.
DEVIL Angel 2: Nice to see ya again.
Lady Texas grinned.
You have defeated Tree of Life
Mini Man has defeated The Swarm
Mini Man has defeated The Swarm
Mini Man has defeated Fungoid
Mr. Horndiggity: The horn is pleased to meet you, Lady Texas.
Nicat has defeated Herder
The menace was quickly dispatched.
Nicat: Decoys, stand down.
Medika: That is SOOO impressive, Nicat. You are a team in yourself!
Nicat: But could I have done it without heals?
05-20-2005 16:03:15
Rush 2.0 coughs.
Nicat: I wish I could do that much damage alone, but without healers I am nothing.
Mr. Horndiggity: Sadly the Horn must go.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ahhh really, Horn? Catch ya later then.
Medika: Ah, Mr Horn.... we'll meet again soon?
Mr. Horndiggity: <whispering in Medika’s ear> The Horn has not forgotten about our movie.
Medika whispers back to Mr. Horndiggity: <blush> Nor have I.
The others now notice the blue-and-white figure that has been inexplicably absent for several days.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh. Hey!
Medika: H-hello, Rush.
Rush 2.0 laughs.
Rush 2.0: A few centuries ago, perhaps, Medika.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ahhhh, Blur.
Rush 2.0: Indeed, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: Good to see you.
Rush 2.0: Thank you. How are you, dear?
DEVIL Angel 2: Just fine. Thank you.
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers: Do I stay that way?
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Rush 2.0: I never tell people too much of their own futures. Spoils the surprise.
Medika: I can understand that, Rush.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs again.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well, I did get my arch mage accolade, so I'm cool.
Rush 2.0: So, Medika, what is this I hear about you not being a "hero"? Tsk tsk tsk.
Medika: Oh, dear.
Rush 2.0: Medika, please address me as Blur.
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers: It’s Blur.
Rush 2.0: Rush is...how shall we say...busy with his wife.
Medika: < frowns slightly> If-if you say so, sir.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs: bout time
Rush 2.0 laughs at Angel.
Mini Man: heh.
Rush 2.0: Not the young one, Angel. She's kept the name, over the years.
DEVIL Angel 2: You really scared the bejugus out of my sister the other day, Blur.
Rush 2.0: She's far too easily intimidated.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, damn.
Rush 2.0: Now, as I was saying, Medika...
DEVIL Angel 2: She thought you were bad.
Rush 2.0: What's this about you not being a "hero"?
Medika: It's not important, sir. This -- party has blown things out of proportion.'
Nicat: <:from some distance> Med?
Rush 2.0: She has many lessons yet to learn, Angel.
Nicat: A little help?
Nicat is fighting another group of DE. Mini Man and Rush help him mop up while the empaths cast heals and buffs.
Rush 2.0 taps Medika on the shoulder as she checks who needs healing.
Rush 2.0: There's nowhere you could ever possibly run from me.
DEVIL Angel 2: Med, Mini is fine.
Medika: I'm sorry, sir. There was a call ...
Rush 2.0: And you answered it, young heroine.
Nicat: You helped your fellow hero... does that not make you a hero?
DEVIL Angel 2: Nic, can I see you please?
Nicat: Yes? Devil Angel 2?
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers to Nicat: He’s from the future.
Nicat whispers to Angel: So it seems....
DEVIL Angel 2: Yes, he is another version of our leader.
Rush 2.0: Did you not?
Medika: Anyone would, sir.
Rush 2.0: No. Not just anyone.
Nicat: Not so. A hero can be anyone.
Medika: One does what one can. But a hero is -- is a role model, someone who commands respect, and deserves emulation.
Rush 2.0: And what about Patriot, Medika?
Medika: Patriot <choke>. Sir, Patriot was a hero’s hero.
Mini Man: A hero of a hero would be someone who saves a hero, yes?
Nicat: Just so, Mini Man.
Rush 2.0: Something I could tell you, Medika, that my wife adored about you….
Did Carolly never mention that you were one of her heroes, Medika?
Medika: N-no, sir. She's -- she's a superb nurse, sir. I respect and value her input.
Rush 2.0: Nowhere nearly as qualified as you, but she still emulates you.
Medika: Sir?
Rush 2.0: Why do you think Patriot V is not dead?
Medika seems dumfounded.
Medika: I -- I don't know, sir. None of the records have come to my attention.
Rush 2.0: Because, as much a danger as he would have posed, Carolly emulates you and did not wish him to die.
Medika: <smile> She is a real marvel, isn't she?!
Rush 2.0: I'm talking about my Carolly, the one who arranged for Patriot's fall.
Medika: <shocked> No! You can't be saying that!
Rush 2.0: Yes, Medika, it's true. We had to prevent what would have happened and still need to.
Rush 2.0: I was prepared to take his life, but due to the influence YOU had on Carolly, she did not want him to die.
Medika: B-but ... "do no harm"! It's the first rule of medicine.
Rush 2.0: Do you cure the sickness by killing the patient, young one?
Medika: Thank God. No, sir.
05-20-2005 16:20:00
Rush 2.0 ponders.
Rush 2.0: Perhaps I should take you for a trip, not unlike my younger self, and let you learn the lessons.
Medika: Sir?
Rush 2.0: You never had this lack of confidence after you turned 26.
Medika: I - I am almost 20, sir.
Rush 2.0: I'm aware of that. Perhaps I should rip you into the time stream, Medika.
Though, I don’t recall that you had been...
Medika: I -- I -- How could that help anyone?
Rush 2.0: Because it would allow you to experience a far, far more harsh lifestyle.
Medika: Sir, I know I am soft. I am not brave.
DEVIL Angel 2: Isn’t that a bit extreme, Blur?
Rush 2.0: Indeed it is, Angel. Yours will come, dear.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
DEVIL Angel 2: I'm sure it will, Blur
Rush 2.0: Surely, Angel, you did not think you'd spend the rest of your life fighting the inept Rikti.
Rush 2.0 laughs. DEVIL Angel 2 looks a bit startled.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well, this isn’t about me, Blur.
Rush 2.0: Medika, answer me one question.
Medika: What question, sir?
Rush 2.0: On wolf world, did you not rush into the heat of battle to save Ad...ahem, Bansidhe's life?
Medika: I -- couldn't say, sir. I -- um, feel people's hurt and -- and do what I can where I can to alleviate it.
Rush 2.0 roars laughing.
Rush 2.0: So humble.
Medika: When I am with the Champions or the Patrol, that is what takes my concentration.
DEVIL Angel 2: So irritating
Rush 2.0: Yet so terribly predictable. I'm glad Rush is helping with your education.
Angel sits in an attitude of dejection and moans. Medika moves over to Angel.
Medika: What is wrong, dear Angel?
DEVIL Angel 2: Ahhh MEd I am heart sick and you came right away.
Medika: <small sad smile> I -- have no healing for the heart, dear.
Rush 2.0: You don't?
DEVIL Angel 2: But you came !!!! You thought I needed you and you came.
Medika looks at Rush and Angel in confusion. Rush 2.0 laughs.
DEVIL Angel 2: THATS what a hero does.
Medika: That's what a friend does.
DEVIL Angel 2: Nic didn’t come, but you did, and you didn’t have to.
Rush 2.0: What's it going to take, Medika? An ally to die?
Medika looks sick.
Medika: No, sir. Please, no.
The Party is growing.
Protectoret: Hey Rush, you old slap nut; long time, no see.
Rush 2.0 laughs at Protectoret.
DEVIL Angel 2: Hey Baby.
Protectoret: Hey Devil.
Medika: Angel, surely you understand. I do have to come.
DEVIL Angel 2: NO YOU DONT. But you do.
Medika turns back to Angel.
Medika: Yes. How can I not?
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers to Pro: It’s Blur.
Protectoret: I see
Rush 2.0: I haven't been Rush, for years.
Protectoret: Right.
Rush 2.0 looks at his watch
Rush 2.0: Centuries, actually.
Medika looks at Blur, wide-eyed.
Rush 2.0: What's wrong, Medika? You didn't know that Eric...pardon me, I live to be well over a millenium old?
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers to Pro: Sweet, isn’t it?
Protectoret grins.
Medika looks at Blur.
Medika: I -- had heard that, sir.
Rush 2.0: As I said, the Rikti are inept. What comes next is a far greater threat than you could imagine.
Protectoret: Nice suit, Med. Are those new?
Medika glances at Pro in surprise, glances down at herself and blushes brightly.
DEVIL Angel 2: Um sir?
Medika: <turns back to Blur> Then the heroes of Paragon will rise to the next challenge, will they not, sir?
Rush 2.0: Even that Lord Garden spider child is nothing.
Rush 2.0: Yes, Angel?
DEVIL Angel 2: Is there any "advice" you can give me on training for this next big thing? Or will I even need to know? I just got my Psychic Mastery powers.
Medika: <smiles at Angel> Congratulations, dear.
DEVIL Angel 2: Thank You, Med.
DEVIL Angel 2 smiles.
Rush 2.0: Oh, Medika, if only you knew how many heroes fall.
Medika: <quietly, to Blur> Then I will be there -- as will most of Paragon's medical personnel, I have no doubt.
Rush 2.0: Yes, Sable, you will.
Medika looks at Blur again, somewhat agog.
Medika: <whisper> Sir, no - no one has used my name since -- I came to Paragon.
DEVIL Angel 2 to Medika, mentally: * Stop this! You are wonderful and you should know this.*DEVIL Angel 2: Oh honey, you are better than 90 % of the people I know.
Medika to Devil Angel 2, mentally: *I have never been good enough, Angel, no matter how I have tried. Why does everyone badger me about it?*
Protectorate waves a quick farewell.
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers to Pro: See ya later, babe?
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers to Med: He always runs off.
Medika whispers to Angel: I'm sure he has his reasons. Duty calls.
DEVIL Angel 2: <whispers back> It’s ok I'll just bring him later.
Rush 2.0 chuckles.
DEVIL Angel 2: Uh, sorry sir.
Medika: Angel, I'd've loved to grow up with you and your sisters. It -- must have been so nice to be so close. <wistfully>
DEVIL Angel 2: Wellllll, actually being as 'close' as we are is sometimes uncomfortable.
Rush 2.0: Oh, Medika...
Medika: I know siblings fight sometimes, but -- oh, I sometimes imagine what it'd've been like...
DEVIL Angel 2: Come home with me anytime Med. You’re always welcome.
Medika: <to Blur> Yes, sir?
Rush 2.0: I almost forgot. It is soon enough that you will begin recognizing yourself as a hero. That or our young Patriot will be seeing eternity.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, now I know you are high.
Rush 2.0 roars with laughter.
Medika: Sir, can I be of service? I will, of course, I will.
Rush 2.0: Why is that, Angel? Because your sister will protect her boyfriend?
DEVIL Angel 2: Like we would let anything happen to him now.
DEVIL Angel 2: <whispers> Shush you big ears!
Rush 2.0: I'm just warning you ahead of time.
Medika: Is Chris in danger? or Suite?
DEVIL Angel 2: <stares at Medika> Wait !! What are you saying?
Rush 2.0: Chris? Hm. I thought Chris was dead.
Rush 2.0 laughs.
DEVIL Angel 2: this is not funny.
Medika: Not funny at all.
Rush 2.0: The recent newspapers listed Ogma as being among the dead.
DEVIL Angel 2: Yes he is and....
Medika: <flushing red and pale> I <sadly> read that. Forgive my mistake; I know Chris is dead. I'd been trying to forget. I'm sorry. Though I did not know him well, such a slip is unconscionably cruel. I sorry to have made such a mistake. I'm glad your sister wasn't here.
DEVIL Angel 2 light dawns.
DEVIL Angel 2: We both should have gone, Med. I don’t know why we weren't invited.
Medika tries to interpose herself but Rush moves faster than the young defender.
Rush 2.0 pushes a finger against Angel's forehead.
Rush 2.0: A thousand years, my dear...and it's only the tip of the iceberg.
Medika: No!
Medika pushes Blur away from Angel – and fails.
Rush 2.0: Save her, little heroine! Or be a villain and let her die!
Medika: Stop it. You didn't need to...
DEVIL Angel 2: Ohh godd!! NOoo
Rush 2.0: PROVE YOU'RE NOT A HERO, SABLE! LET HER DIE!
Medika puts her arms around Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: agghhhrrr
Medika: No.
Rush 2.0: If you want to save her, Sable, you'll need to go into her mind.
Rush 2.0 lets go of Angel
DEVIL Angel 2 staggers from the onslaught and collapses to the ground.
Medika casts Fort, Clear Mind, and Healing Aura as fast as they come up. Nothing seems to avail.
Rush 2.0: Are you just going to sit there and let her die, Sable?
DEVIL Angel 2: I-i-i- canntt taakke aannyy moore
Rush 2.0: Well, now, isn't this quite the episode? I suppose I should check in on my wife and myself.
Medika: Stop it. Whatever you're doing, stop it
Rush 2.0: Good luck, Sable. May you have mercy on Angel's mind.
Medika casts her Hold on Blur; he seems unaffected.
Medika: NOOO, I want whatever it is you have over her!
DEVIL Angel 2: sshhoott hhiimmmmmmmmm
Rush 2.0: I'm not doing anything. She's experiencing a millennium of suffering.
DEVIL Angel 2 screamed in silent agony.
Medika: <fiercely> Then your mind has to stop it
Rush 2.0: You have the ability to save her, little heroine.
DEVIL Angel 2 to Medika: *mmeedd ppllzz ttakkee ittt*Medika: Stop your mind!
Medika to Angel, desperately holding on to the other’s mental link: *Share with me, give them to me. I won't let you be alone.*Medika hangs onto Angel tightly. DEVIL Angel 2 suddenly lets go of Med’s hand and writhes in agony.
DEVIL Angel 2 screams mentally: * thhouussnd yyrrsss*Medika: I -- t-tried -- to -- take them.
05-20-2005 17:25:18
Medika mentally fights through the memories overwhelming Angel, searching for the connection that Angel has always used to support Medika.
Medika: *Calm yourself, dear Angel. Calm, calm.*
Medika: <whispers> Fight, Angel. Come to me. I'm coming to you.
Bansidhe: Med? What's going on???
Angel huddles on the ground crying and incoherent. Medika hunts thru Angel's mind, trying to separate Angel from Blur.
Bansidhe: Med, what's wrong with Angel?
Medika hears Ban's voice from a long way away.
Medika hears a faint whisper in her mind and she knows it is not Ban.
Blur: * What's wrong, little heroine? Are you STILL trying to find her in there? Why not just take away the pain? You're a doctor! CURE YOUR PATIENT!*
DEVIL Angel 2 is shaking uncontrollably.
Medika switches tactics, trying to find where Blur's memories are strongest.
Blur: * Tsk tsk tsk. Wrong tactics, little girl. I didn't give her memories. I gave her emotions.*
Medika tries to use her Heal Other within Angel's mind, knowing that she has never tried this before. Bansidhe reaches out and takes Medika's and Angel's hands. DEVIL Angel 2 clenches Ban’s hand tightly and convulsively. Medika then uses Clear Mind. Intent on the use of her mental powers, Medika, using the paths that, unconsciously, Angel taught her, reaches out to Bansidhe's mind.
Medika to Bansidhe: * Blur has filled Angel with pain. Must find source and cure....*
Bansidhe: Rip out the pain, Med. If you can't handle it, give it to me.
Medika to Bansidhe: * She -- was able -- to give some of it to me. I -- will -- *Bansidhe: Sable, I can take it. I was a murderer. I know what I've done. If you need to, I can take it.
Medika and Bansidhe support Angel as the former drains memories, the younger empath taking what she can and passing on what she can't to the giant. Bansidhe grinds his teeth on his jacket and groans. Medika’s breath comes in short painful gasps.
Medika to Bansidhe: *<whispers mentally> Thank you dear man.*DEVIL Angel 2 curls up into the fetal position around Ban’s leg.
05-20-2005 18:25:24
Medika continues to pull out the bits and pieces of memories, feeding them into Bansidhe so that she can continue to scour Angel's emotional landscape, murmuring softly to her fellow empath.
DEVIL Angel 2: hhmmmmddd
Medika: <murmurs> Angel, calm and center, calm and center. See how the memories can be pushed away. Calm and center. I am here. Ban is here. You are NOT alone.
Bansidhe grumbles something about the pain of failure.
Medika: Come back to us, Angel. Calm and centered. Come back.
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: * Mmmmeeddd?*Bansidhe hums a Scottish melody.
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: * Meedd?.....Bannn?*DEVIL Angel 2 continues to cry softly.
Medika thinks to them both: * We have to clean Blur's dirty house. But it will be clean again.*
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: * Med?*
Medika: You took so much of it, dear; you tried so hard to protect us. Thank you. You are our Angel of Mercy.
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: * go Med go*Bansidhe whispers: Med, can you hear me?
Medika thinks: * I'm here, Angel. For as long as you need me.*
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: * No, Med, not you too...go...hurts....go...*
Medika thinks: * Dear Angel, this time it must be me asking you to be calm. Calm. Quiet. Rest.*
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: * GO Med painn*
Medika thinks: * Let me 'sweep house' while you rest. Ban will help me. Let us help you.*
Medika thinks into Ban's mind: * Yes, yes, I can hear you.*DEVIL Angel 2 shuts off all conscious thought.
Medika thinks: * I do not know. I am already -- doing what I didn't know could be done.*Bansidhe: Try, lass. That's all I ask.
Medika thinks to Ban: * She is asleep. I will try. What is it you want to find?*Ban’s cell rings. Bansidhe pulls out cell and turns it off
Shock pops into Medika’s mind: *What’s wrong, Med?*Bansidhe: Med, open her mind and let us both venture into it as if we were walking into an office.
Med to Shock: * Shock, Blur has -- violated Angel's mind; I am trying to help. Please don't distract me.*
Shock to Med: * Oh No!!!!*
05-20-2005 18:48:46
Bansidhe walks over to Angel and gently shakes her.
Medika: Angel is beautiful, Ban. In every way.
Bansidhe: Wake up, lass.
Bansidhe nudges Angel a bit more.
Bansidhe: Wake up, Angel. I have need of you.
Medika: Sweet Angel, wake up, please?
Angel stirs and opens her eyes.
Bansidhe: Mornin, kiddo.
Medika: <faintly, with concern> Hi, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ban! W-w-what are you doing in my bedroom?
Bansidhe: Ah, we're not.
DEVIL Angel 2 looks around and sees the office.
Bansidhe: We're actually in your mind. Your bedroom, I'm guessing, is where you feel safest.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, my mistake I must have fallen asleep.
Bansidhe: It's much more than that, lass.
DEVIL Angel 2: Really? What's wrong?
Medika looks around and sees that the office has, indeed become a bedroom.
DEVIL Angel 2: You look fine.
Bansidhe: Med tells me that Blur decided to let you feel the pain of a thousand years.
DEVIL Angel 2: Med? You’re here too?
Medika: Yes, dear. I am SOOO sorry I could not stop him.
DEVIL Angel 2: Damn! Thought I got lucky there for a moment.
Bansidhe grumbles; Medika smiles involuntarily.
DEVIL Angel 2: What’s this about Blur?
Bansidhe: Blur decided to unleash a thousand years of memories and emotion, straight into your mind.
DEVIL Angel 2: <unbelieving> Oh yeah, right.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Bansidhe: So, I asked Med if she could bring me here.
DEVIL Angel 2: Why would Med bring you to my home, Ban. You know how to get here.
Bansidhe: We're not in your home, Angel. We're in your mind. To my understanding, from what Med has said, your mind shut down.
Medika: As well it should.
Bansidhe: Aye.
Bansidhe: Med, do you remember the song I was singing?
Medika: Yes, Ban. It was lovely.
Bansidhe: Med, do you remember all the words?
Medika: I -- I think I know some of it, Ban. I loved it so.
DEVIL Angel 2: In my mind?
Bansidhe: Aye.
DEVIL Angel 2: Uh huh.
Bansidhe: Touch my mind, Med. Get the words. Teach Angel to sing it.
Medika mentally takes Angel's hand and then reaches for Ban's.
Medika 's speaks into Mr. Horn's mind: * Angel was attacked mentally -- and Ban is helping me bring her back.*Medika can see/feel the Horn's shock as she spoke into his mind.
Mr. Horndiggity: ooc: Is Medika's contact two-way at all?
Med: ooc: At this point, the mental link to Horn is established so, yes, he can think back at her.
Mr. Horndiggity: ooc: You immediately know that the Horn is not human; not surprising, but has to be said.
Med: ooc: Horn can hear echoes of fatigue and pain in Medika's mind but she is so intent on reviving Angel that all he can feel for himself from her is warm acceptance of his presence.
Medika continues speaking mentally to Mr. Horn: * I'm so sorry. But all my energy is on the mental plane right now. Forgive me, dear Horn.*Medika looks up and smiles as Horn appears, walking through the door into the elegant room. Horn is a figure sketched in flame.
Mr. Horndiggity: * It’s okay*.
Mr. Horndiggity thinks very intently: *The Horn does not mind,* as his mind shies away.
Bansidhe: Angel, I need you to sing the song.
DEVIL Angel 2: I don’t sing, Ban; you know that.
Bansidhe: Aye, well, you're going to have to learn for me.
Medika: I will teach you, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: It’s your ears.
Bansidhe: Not quite. It's our minds.
Medika mentally touches both Angel and Bansidhe, the lovely melody flowing through her mind.
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: Oh, this is lovely!
Medika: Just let the music be in you, Angel, dear. It will sing itself.
DEVIL Angel 2 thinks: Wait! I've heard this before.
Bansidhe begins wandering around the room and looking at the various trinkets of her memories. Mr. Horndiggity watches and wonders if there is anything that he can do, then resolves to hold silent and wait.
Bansidhe: This is not unlike when I went through Vanessa's memories.
DEVIL Angel 2: Who is Vanessa, Ban?
Bansidhe: Vanessa DeVore. The leader of the Carnival of Shadows.
Bansidhe looks at a small doll.
Bansidhe: Angel, keep singing, but tell me about this doll as you sing. <tosses her the doll>
DEVIL Angel 2 looks scared all of a sudden as she catches the doll.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, this is one of Sarah's. She loved this doll. My father gave it to her.
Bansidhe: Tell me about the doll, Angel. Keep singing.
Medika: You can do it, Angel. We're here to help you.
Despite her words, the young doctor has a pinched look to her face and her voice shows a trace of the strain of untrained telepathic exercise.
Mr. Horndiggity: <Thinking to himself, “Not sure how this works, but gotta try.”> * Take strength from the Horn, Medika; he does not sleep.*
Mr. Horndiggity opens his mind to Medika and lets her draw strength from him.
Mr. Horndiggity: We are all here
DEVIL Angel 2: Hello, Horn.
Mr. Horndiggity: Hello, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: Are you in my mind too?
Medika: <softly> Horn has his own strengths to lend us, dear.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs, still not believing.
Mr. Horndiggity: <looks around> Guess so; it’s very nice.
DEVIL Angel 2: Well. it’s a good thing it’s a big room.
Medika: Angel is very beautiful, is she not? <looking around the room as well>
DEVIL Angel 2: Thank you, Med.
Bansidhe: Angel, tell us more about the doll and the emotions you have connected to it.
Mr. Horndiggity tries not to touch any of the furnishing as in the realm of the mind, lest his flame self start a conflagration.
Medika: You have a superb mind, Angel.
Bansidhe: And, as a quick note... <points to a door> Where does that lead?
Mr. Horndiggity: Wow <looking around wonderingly>
DEVIL Angel 2: Sarah.... I have no idea. How strange! That door was never there before.
Bansidhe thinks to Med's mind: * Keep her talking about various objects in here, and can you link my mind to Horn's, in case I need help?*Mr. Horndiggity: Ohhhh.
Medika: *<quietly> Horn, a person -- Blur -- attacked Angel by giving her 1000 years of memories. No one should endure that in a short time. <opens a path between Ban and Horn> Ban helped me channel them away.*
Medika: Angel, tell me about the styles you chose here?
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, I guess this must be something of a surprise to you, Medika.
Medika: <smile> Angel, the only time I've ever mind-linked was with you and your sisters. This is VERY strange.
DEVIL Angel 2 laughs.
Medika: Why is this "your" style.... where did you learn to design like this?
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban, his mind automatically using the route that Medika had created between them: *Not sure if the Horn is doing this right, but here <Ban can feel the presence of fire in the back of his head>*
Bansidhe opens the door and walks through into the darkness, pulling the door closed behind him.
Bansidhe to Horn: * That kinda tickles, lad.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: *Really? At least it doesn't burn. Was worried. Actually, all of this kinda worries the Horn.*
Mr. Horndiggity thinking to Medika: * If she does not want the memories, the Horn has room to spare....at least he should. But the Horn has never done anything like this.*DEVIL Angel 2: My bed came from Italy. And the sheets from China.
Medika thinking back to Horn: * I have tried to funnel them all, but Angel herself will have to help me root out any dark corners. <awe tinges her mental voice> I cannot believe how much Ban could absorb.*Mr. Horndiggity: The sheets are amazing.
Medika thinks to Horn: * Yes, please keep her interested and talking.*
Mr. Horndiggity thinking to Medika: *Not sure what to do here other than that.*
Bansidhe to Med and Horn: * Ah, this is very painful. He's actually planted full memories, if I'm feeling this right. These are memories of failures, deaths, betrayal, untold suffering...Horn, are you really a dem-*
Medika thinking to Ban and Horn: * I am here to help.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Yes, really. The Circle pulled the Horn here from a land where he punished the damned for all eternity.*
Medika to Ban and Horn: *Blur had no RIGHT to violate Angel this way. There must be more that can be done to rid her of HIS failures.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Sounds silly when the Horn says it but look <the Horn lets Ban glimpse an endless tableau of the damned seeming to go on for an endless vista of time>*
Bansidhe to Med and Horn: * Med, keep her talking. Keep her focused on who she is. Horn, could you come absorb some of this? This is definitely stuff you'd probably thrive on. Technically, Blur is a hero.*
Bansidhe: * I understand his motives, if not the reasons. Some of this is actually overwhelming me.*Medika feels a great heat radiating through her so intensely that she wonders if, perhaps, she’d been burned or was burning. Then the heat is gone.
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Thrive is a funny word, but there should be plenty of room for it in the Horn.*
Bansidhe to Horn: * Hey, demon lad, a little help through the door?*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban, who – in the absolute darkness -- can smell the end of his hair crisp and feel the hems of his sleeves char: *You have it.*
Medika: thinks to Horn, irrelevantly: * I'd love to have you near on a cold winter's evening.*Then, shocked by her own levity, Medika’s mind steadied and cemented itself to the task at hand.
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * There should be a channel now. Look upon the vistas and let the Horn see them through you.*
Bansidhe to Horn: * What vistas? It’s dark, man, darker than the devil’s soul.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban but spilling over to Med: * Ban, bring light to the darkness in Angel's mind.*
Bansidhe to Horn: * That's what Medika is doing.*
Bansidhe to Horn: * Ah, Horn, you wanna enjoy some pain? Cuz I'm taking a lot here. I could never imagine going through this.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Send it too the Horn but.....the Horn fears what it may do if he goes to far into Angel's mind *
Bansidhe to Horn: * I'm here trying to take this pain into myself. If I understand Med's thoughts, I'm in Angel's conscious mind and you all are in her subconscious. If you’re going to take it, you’ll have to come in here.*
Mr. Horndiggity: <carefully steps up to the door and steps in> * Not sure if Angel is going to like this.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Ban show the Horn what is to be kept.*
Bansidhe to Horn: * Can you absorb ALL of the rest of this darkness, Horn?*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Is there any of Angel in there?*
Bansidhe to Horn: * No.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Ban: * Then leave...please.*
Bansidhe to Horn: * You got it.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Med: * If you let go of the Horn's mind, will he be forced out of here?*The door way begins to glow and the sound of rushing wind roars from behind the door.
Medika to Horn: * I will not let go of your mind, Horn, unless you want out of here. I am the path for you and Ban.*
Mr. Horndiggity to Med: * Then try to close your mind. This is not for you.*
Medika, feeling the emotions in Ban's mind: * Please, I would like to help.*Medika: <to Angel> Listen to the music, dear Angel. Ban does love us. Sing with me again.
Bansidhe whispers: *I'm fine, Sable.*
[Tell to Med] Bansidhe: ooc Because Ban was so deeply connected to your mind, you were able to pick up thoughts of anger and betrayal - deep feelings caused by his parents. You also heard his name - Adrian MacLeod.
[Tell to Ban] Medika: ooc Sable was not shielding herself in the need to reach and shield Angel. Thus Ban knows that fear and darkness and the intense need to please shroud the figure of her father, Gen.Alexander Davis. As loss, betrayal and death shroud a shadowy "mother.”
Mr. Horndiggity to Med: * How are you holding up there, Medika?*
As he “follows the path” to her mind, Mr. Horndiggity realizes that Medika's mind is open and vulnerable, fatigue and the pain she's siphoned having taken their toll. Bits and pieces of her own memories shimmer and he knows that, if he chooses to examine them, he would understand them.
Medika to Horn: * You have been so good to us, Horn. Thank you. I'll -- be ok.*
The Horn starts to pour strength into Medika, creating the sensation of fire dancing along her scalp. She can feel that unsleeping unwavering energy that the Horn seems to posses.
Medika: He's singing for you, Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh, yes... I’m really tired… can we play later?
Medika: <smiles> Yes, dear. Wake up now and then sleep.
DEVIL Angel 2 giggles.
DEVIL Angel 2: Silly, it’s go to sleep and then wake up...
DEVIL Angel 2 starts humming the song and snuggles into the bedclothes.
05-20-2005 21:05:06
DEVIL Angel 2 starts to stir.
Bansidhe: He didn't. He offered her a thousand years of memories.
Protectoret: I....I don’t understand...
Bansidhe: A thousand years of being a hero and the failures, suffering and pain that he'd felt.
Protectoret: Why?
Bansidhe: From what I gathered from Med, it was to prove to Med that she's a hero.
DEVIL Angel 2’s grip on Ban’s hand is back and she squeezes a bit in reflex.
Bansidhe: G'morning, lass.
Protectoret: Is she okay?
Medika looks at Bansidhe and begins to cry silently.
Bansidhe: She will be, I think.
Medika: <Smiling through tears> I am so glad!
DEVIL Angel 2 looks up at Ban.
Protectoret: Why not Med -- not that Med should be in danger or anything, but why Devil?
DEVIL Angel 2: Why are you holding me?
Bansidhe: You can stop drooling on me now.
Protectoret: She does that, doesn’t she – a lot.
DEVIL Angel 2 tries to push away and finds herself very weak.
DEVIL Angel 2: What’s wrong with me?
Medika: I wish it HAD been me, Protectoret. I wish to heaven...!
Mr. Horndiggity: not sure what happened; the Horn showed up half way through.
Bansidhe: Like I said, Pro, Blur was trying to get Med to understand that she's a hero.
Protectoret takes devil in his arms slowly.
Blur: * So, Sable, do you now understand that you ARE a hero?*
Protectoret whispers: Sugar, you gunna be okay?
DEVIL Angel 2 whispers back: I don’t know.
Blur: * Or do I need to teach you yet another lesson?*
DEVIL Angel 2: What happened to me?
Medika: *Blur, get out of my mind!*
Protectoret: Blur meant no harm?
Bansidhe grimaces.
Medika felt the Horn's mind surrounding her like being wrapped in fire.
Bansidhe: Med, what the hell was that?
Medika puts her head in her hands.
DEVIL Angel 2: Med, what’s wrong?
Medika: Blur insists that I call myself a hero or he will teach me ANOTHER lesson!
DEVIL Angel 2: Blur? What did he do now?
Medika: Blur. <she sounds tired, and teary>
DEVIL Angel 2 light dawns.
Protectoret mutters under his breath: Med.
DEVIL Angel 2 stiffens in Pro's arms. Protectoret shakes his head slightly.
Medika: He tried to hurt you such that I would have to help you. Ban and Horn helped me help you.
DEVIL Angel 2: Oh god, what did he do to me?
Medika: <soothingly, putting her doctor mode back on and shoving away her own feelings> You are fine, Angel.
Bansidhe: Angel...
DEVIL Angel 2: Yes, Ban?
Bansidhe: He put you through a lifetimes of pain and suffering...in seconds.
DEVIL Angel 2: But-- but-- I don’t remember it.
Bansidhe: Be glad, Angel.
Mr. Horndiggity: You are a hero, Medika. Believe the Horn as he has seen many that are false but you are one of the few that are true.
Bansidhe: How are you, Horn?
Mr. Horndiggity: Tired.
Bansidhe: I can imagine.
Mr. Horndiggity: The Horn may take his first nap
Bansidhe chuckles.
Medika: You needn't remember it, Angel. That was the point; if I left any of those memories, then I would have failed you. They weren't your memories.
DEVIL Angel 2: I wish I weren't so tired, Horn, or I'd fort you up.
Mr. Horndiggity: No, it’s not that kinda of tired Angel.
DEVIL Angel 2 smiles weakly.
Protectoret: Heh.
DEVIL Angel 2: I am so sorry. To all of you.
Mr. Horndiggity eyes seem dimmer and more towards black then red. Medika tries to send a mental feeling of comfort and thanks to Horn.
Bansidhe: It's the kind of weariness that one feels after experiencing that much.
Medika’s eyes meet Bansidhe’s. Bansidhe pulls out a clove cigarette and lights it with his finger.
Medika: Yes, there was a lot of experience there.
Bansidhe: Aye, Med. There was.
Bansidhe’s voice grows a little distant and strange.
DEVIL Angel 2: I cannot thank you enough.
Medika: And I cannot apologize to you enough, Angel.
Mr. Horndiggity: <voice weary with many years now> Angel,are you okay -- other than tired?
DEVIL Angel 2: It’s not fair that I remember nothing and you all have to.
Protectoret: Thank you indeed, I wish I could have been here to assist in any way I could have. I owe you all.
Bansidhe: May God be kinder on Eric's soul.
DEVIL Angel 2: Are you sure you’re all Ok?
Mr. Horndiggity smiles.
Protectoret: Angel please relax.
Bansidhe voice is dark and brooding.
Bansidhe: Aye. I'll be fine.
Mr. Horndiggity: Yes, the Horn will be okay.
Bansidhe: I need to go.
DEVIL Angel 2: Thank you, Ban.
Mr. Horndiggity: Good luck, Ban.
Medika thinks to Ban: * Thank you so much for being here -- for us both. You are a great exemplar. Forgive me for having opened your mind to me. <she quietly closes the "door">*
Mr. Horndiggity smiles wide.
Mr. Horndiggity thinking to Medika: * Before you even try, the Horn was honored, but after this understands if you no longer want to go see a movie.*
Medika thinks to Horn: * Thank you for coming to our rescue. I don't think I will ever be able to thank you enough -- I don't think Ban and I could have survived it without you.*
Mr. Horndiggity thinking to Medika: *..and yet you went in without the Horn*
Medika to Mr. Horndiggity: * I would be honoured if you would take me to a movie. I -- have seen you and -- know you accept me.* DEVIL Angel 2 thinks to Med: * Thank you ...I can’t express it enough -- and I am sorry for the pain I caused you.*
DEVIL Angel 2: Thank you, Horn. for all you’ve done here.
Medika thinks to Angel: * You have given me a great gift. I -- did not know that my psychic abilities could be used for anything but pain. Thank YOU!*
Mr. Horndiggity: It was the Horn's pleasure to help.
Protectoret slowly lifts Angel to her feet: Can you stand?
DEVIL Angel 2: Uh no.
Protectoret lifts Angel into his arms.
Protectoret: Let’s get you home.
Medika: <sounds professional again> Angel, you should go home and rest.
Angel 2 smiles wanly.
Protectoret: Thank you, Med.
Medika: I know I can trust you to Pro.
Mr. Horndiggity smiles at Angel and Pro.
DEVIL Angel 2: I think I’ll take my doctor's orders and do that.
Mr. Horndiggity: Take good care of her, Pro, and make sure she gets some sleep.
Protectoret: Horn, thank you also.
Medika: And TLC.... always an important prescription!
Protectoret: Even if I have to tie her down, she’s staying in bed.
Protectoret thinks to Med: * Don’t lose your confidence; we need you too much.*Medika: Hello, Pro.
DEVIL Angel 2: Ban you will let me know if your not -- right? I will help in any way I can.
Medika to Bansidhe, mentally: * Forgive me. But I would be happy to help in any way as well...*Bansidhe: I'm used to guilt, Angel. I'm used to the kind of pain he poured into you.
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