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Aetius would raise an eyebrow, amused at how straight forward the woman was. "Of course you haven't." He would say as he leaned on his elbow. "I've never hired you before." He would say with a smirk. He noticed that she was a very beautiful woman, far prettier than he'd expected. "What brings someone like you into the business anyway, doll? And please, clarify, which terrorist do you want to take on? I run a pretty big list..." He would pull up a holographic detailing of the most wanted list, floating just to the side of his desk around her eye level. "Worth a lot of money for the trouble. And please," he would smile and hold out a hand, standing up. "You can call me Jack." _____________________ The sentry would seem pretty surprised by hearing the name Magi. "One moment. I will need confirmation, as well as you will be brought in blinded. If you do not agree, then leave at once, sir." He would rush over and pick up the radio, calling his supervisor and clearing the man for entry.

Psycho Wolf would have watched Martyr go, wondering at her as he lie still, yet unable to move on his own just yet. He continued to speak with Ulfa, slowly drifting into a recovery sleep... _______________________ The door sentry jumped hard as he heard a knocking on the door, gripping his rifle with a bit of nervousness. He stood slowly and checked the cameras, seeing the visitor and wondering how they could find this place. "For what reason do you come to our door?" He asked over a microphone. Of course, that door may be. Little obvious, but the long abandoned bunker beneath couldn't be breached. The man waited for a reply, shakily... _______________________ Aetius was walking around in his robotic double's body, enjoying the feeling and testing his functionality. It seemed to be going well, all that was necessary was a skin masking to make it look real. His thoughts were interrupted by the whirring of activity on his earpiece. "57, go ahead and check that lead. Take what you need. Also, stand down." He would say casually. Pulling up the files from Arcanus on his desk computer (yes, the desk/computer) he began to read them slowly, his body double sneaking into its hiding place as he did so. He continued to eat his seeds, relaxing and sipping at his coffee. "As always, Ms. Ashfield, you make a wonderful cup of coffee. Oh yeah, and send in the girl, I'll see her." He added, almost as though he had forgotten. Flicking off his earpiece, he sighed. "Sometimes it's just so hard to act like I'm scattered." He said to himself, feet propped up on the desk and staring at the door, awaiting his new arrival.

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Wolf immediately began gulping down water, trying to quench his thirst and ease his body. For a moment, he felt the pain of the burns sharpen, then slowly disappear as they seemed to heal within moments. He slowed in his drinking, taking every drop from the bottle, before he started breathing again. He felt... Whole. Mostly. The burns and cuts healed almost miraculously, and his mind cleared with the cessation of pain. The growling stopped. Taking a few deep breaths, he opened his eyes to see the angel, Martyr, and his eyes went wide. His burns may not entirely be gone, but he could see that the rest had seared into her flesh, somehow his pain becoming hers. He moved, much slower this time, and reached out at her slightly. "You should not have done that. Whatever 'that' is. It was my burden to bear. I would not have you do so for me." He looked very concerned. "How am I to repay this favor?" He would ask, a slight undertone of sadness creeping into his voice.

Wolf would nod again. "Martyr. A fitting name for the angel that tends to wounds. Ulfa thanks you, as do I." He would sit up a bit, grunting in pain and falling back as he did so, still not quite used to being so beat up. His breathing would be heightened, and he would clutch at his stomach as the burns pained him. An almost animalistic snarl comes out of him as he speaks. "Water. I need water. And the bandages are sticking." He would growl out quickly. "Sársaukinn er of mikið!" He would revert to the easier of his languages. His body would diffuse a bright teal glow that would enshroud him, brightening the room and almost seeming to comfort him. His eyes would be illuminated, like gold disks in the dark, and his slightly sharpened canines would be visible. In essence, he would look very animalistic, a low growl emitting from him as he holds stiff.

I think so, go ahead and make a character sheet. Never hurts.

Wolf would nod a couple times before replying. "You do not know who I am. That surprises me." He felt relief flowing through him as the medication began to take effect. "I was out in the trees, I think. Some small distance from here. Hiding from sight as I knew Helios was near. Their Hunter units found me, the damned bots." His memory slowly pieced together as he spoke. "I.. Destroyed them. With an explosion. Pipe bomb. Too close. I shot out of the woods... Was taken here..." He said with some difficulty. The pain of speaking was getting too much, and so he lay back again and stared up. "I awake to see Ulfa next to my bed. And an angel tending my wounds." Wolf would sigh deeply, clutching a rib. "I am called Psycho Wolf. It is odd to meet someone who isn't as familiar with me. Surely you've heard the name?" He would say quietly. Psycho Wolf was well known for his escape from Helios, as well as his name topping the list of the most wanted. A friend to the FF, and an inconsistent member. "It's usually the silver hair and gold eyes that give me away." His deep silver hair would be covered with soot and blood, but his eyes were shining slightly with that golden light. He was hard to miss.

Wolf noticed the woman fleetingly as she cared for him. Some of his wounds went deep, but not threatening. His body tried to heal, but he was too weak to sustain his own wounds at the time. As he continued to stroke the air, he spoke softly in a foreign language, some kind of Viking speak is what most people call it. "Ekki hafa áhyggjur, Ulfa, ég lifa. Ég geri alltaf." He sighed as he lay back more comfortably, seeing the lights pass over him and feeling the care being given. "Whatever god is truly out there, they seem to send me an angel." He would say a bit slurred. His burns prevented most movement, and he doesn't quite see who he's speaking to. But he sees the feminine shape and gentle touch. His head would sink slowly to the pillow again, his hand still stroking Ulfa and her warm fur.

> Wow, we got a lot of new people. > > Also, I need to be a science nerd. Firing a bolt of plasma would most likely instantly kill the person firing. The heat radiated outwards by plasma is sufficient to pretty much kill all human life within 4 meters or so instantly. > > Using photokinesis could not create hard-light, as photons only take on the properties of a particle while interacting with a Big Particle, before which they are a wave. The photon does not move, it simply grows outwards, creating more photons when it touches a Big Particle, with a lowered energy value. Hard-light constructs are impossible, and make no sense. > > Science nerd mode deactivated..... ........ ... Magic? Lol

Yes indeed.