Winter is coming. That’s what they’re saying around Vesper and they’re right. The warm, balmy days of Summer are being chased away by the chill touch of Jack Frost. As a result, The Restorium is busy dealing with ailments from minor sore throats to raging fevers, not to mention the more magical of maladies that sometimes seem to affect the inhabitants of Rift Earth.
On top of all that, there’s been something “going around” the D-Bee population and increasing the pressure the already busy medical facility is experiencing. In the middle of all that, Ilyze and Felipe have been kept on their toes trying to work out just what is going on.
It’s here that Hunter and Ardul have taken their prisoner. A tall, black armoured, figure with giant black wings. Ardul, a tall blonde winged woman wearing gleaming silver armour, and Hunter, an even taller grey furred wolven are talking quietly to one of the Doctors just outside the front doors to the building. Whatever it is that’s being said, Ardul is frowning and her giant grey/black wings shift restlessly in response. It looks like that conversation is wrapping up though.
..Supplies. That’s what brought Jesana to the Restorium. She certainly doesn’t need healing, nor does the woman seem aware of the cold since she’s just wearing a white leather top and skirt. The silver and turquoise jewelry she wears almost covers more than the clothes and the demigod doesn’t even have shoes on. What she did have was a box of medical supplies to drop off. Now that she’s deposited them where directed, Jesana pauses to look around.
Hunter is rather hard to miss, Ardul too with those wings of hers. She only spares a quick glance for the armored figure before strolling towards the pair, intently studying them, perhaps looking for injury. “Heyla Hunter, Miss Ardul.”
There are times that Ilyze would, whenever she found time to herself, stop by a window and look out, eyes growing distant for a moment before she laughed quietly, briefly to herself and return to her duties. Never had she thought she would be lingering around the Restorium or this city for as long as she has. Usually she’d have gone somewhere else by now, returned to Saren’s Rest or taken the odd trip out into Old Richmond. But her nature to wander has been put up against her stubborn nature to see things through. The unusually caused epidemic that’s spread through varying D-Bee groups has just been an annoying and troubling mess.
The woman comes down the hall from where she’d just been outside, tending to the gardens. She’s without her hat and the bundle she’d usually be seen with, but the former has no point to being worn here, and the latter she’s likely got stowed in Felipe’s office or a break room where she can grab it if she finds the need.
She lifts her head as she catches the voices, distant, low from where her current position is, but she closes in, nearing the main entrance of the Restorium, her low-heeled boots clicking subtly. Pale, cold fingers brush through her dark locks as braids it, flicking the length over her shoulder once she’s tied it up. “Ardul. Hunter,” she greets once she comes into view of them, a thin brow arching at the black-winged one. She glances past them at the new voice, although at this angle she doesn’t see so much as sense Jesana’s presence.
Jeshua had no real reason to be here. Not even the excuse of a package to deliver, or a wound to be looked it. Not that she knew what the place was anyway. It was just another place in a sea of places she was trying to learn in her new home. That and she had to get out of the stables. It wasn’t so much that things were going badly there, but it was evident to many that despite anything she said, the girl was a piss poor mechanic. She knew what end of a tool was which, and most of the basic ones, but not a hell of a lot more that.
When lunch came and went, the girl made an executive decision that she’d take the afternoon off and go walkabout. If not for their sanity, but for her own. She expected she might be doing dishes for her keep tonight. Not that she minded that so much. She was pretty good about not breaking dishes.. so far.
Whatever she expected when she entered The Restorium, this wasn’t it, and for a time the girl just stands at the doorway and gawks.
One of the participants in that ‘talk’ had been a grey furred lupine creature standing in at about eight and a half feet all with his signature red duster and the pistol tied to his left leg just below the reach of his one cybernetic arm. At the moment he’s done talking if talking had indeed been what he’d been doing but the wafting of scents and sounds makes his ears perk followed by the rest of his muzzle. Amber eyes scan the crowd picking out one or two familiar faces and someone hanging about who isn’t, quite. He nods to the not-yet-dishwasher, keeping his peace for the moment.
He does look just ever so slightly out of place though in a house of healing.
“… I see.” Ardul shakes her head, placing her hand on Hunters arm. “Can you keep him here for a few hours while we see to things?”
“Of coursssssse I can …” The Doctor, a thin, lanky, serpentine creature hisses at the pair and gestures for some orderlies to assist.
As the others draw near, they’ll note the black armoured figured is restrained by metal cuffs that have strange markings on them. For those that know, the markings look Wolfen but to anyone else, they’re … just sigils of sorts. There’s a vacant look in the winged D-Bee’s eyes but each time his gaze lands on Ardul and Hunter, it hardens into something … more sinister.
With the aid of the restraints, the orderlies manage to move the armoured man and the Doctor nods to the Valkyr and follows.
“Higher brain functions have been shut down… the nanites are similar to those we collected before.” she murmurs to Hunter. Ilyze will hear that, the others might too but to Ilyze, that will have special meaning. Ardul glances at the woman and offers a tired smile “Hello Ilyze, it’s been a while since we’ve seen you. How are things?” The blonde nods to Jesana and to Jeshua, looking rather stern even when she smiles.
As Jesana and Jeshua stand there, the door is thrown open and a large Tauran D-Bee starts charging through, closely followed by four orderlies who are trying to restrain it. The creature is heading straight for the ‘not quite dishwasher.’ “Watch your step…” the winged woman calls out.
Ilyze tucks herself out of the way of immediate foot traffic, just within the doorway. It’s not exactly the best place to have a conversation, in the middle of the flow of foot traffic. When the armored figure in cuffs is taken in, her hazel eyes follow him, a slight frown pulling at the mage’s lips. Her head lifting, she however doesn’t immediately look towards Ardul upon her murmurings. Her senses are following the winged one that they’ve restrained and had escorted in, but with Ardul’s attention turning to her, Ilyze finally looks back towards her and her Wolfen companion.
“It does seem to have been some time,” she says, smiling wanly. “Things go as they will. Busy here, as per usual. Sometimes I wonder that I’ll ever leave this place.” Her lips quirk just a touch at that, but even in her jesting, Ilyze seems quite serious.
She doesn’t even look towards the large D-Bee that storms past, stepping back to be well out of the path of it and those trailing.
This is not really a favorite place for Jesana. It smells, badly. Perhaps not so badly to ordinary senses but for her, the antiseptics, the sicknesses and wounds, death and dying and even birth, as well as all the people and their own personal smells, and that of the various magics in use.. it’s all a bit much for her. Some of the whispered words and low voices speaking of a strange sickness had kind of caught her attention however and then she spotted Ardul and Hunter and now a pretty little thing walking up to them and a human child in the background. Interesting.
Once she’s caught sight of the restraints Jesana takes a closer look at the prisoner, one brow raising at the face he makes at his captors. She watches him be led off for a moment before the word Nanites draws her attention back. Those things again? That had been one of the rare battles Jesana did not enjoy. “Nan-uhh” Suddenly there’s a bullman. Charging for the child. Brown eyes narrow and the demigod darts forward, grabbing a blanket from a helper passing by with a stack (really how helpful!) and snapping it at the D-Bees eyes to draw his attention and hopefully draw him up short of the kid. “Calm yourself! Or I’ll put you down. This is a house of healing.” Jesana snaps. And that reason is why she tries this way first instead of a fist to the temple. The native woman has a deep respect for the healing arts.
If she’d sat and thought about it, she wouldn’t have. That’s generally how it went with the girl. Things came up and she just reacted.. and then things got bad. But there really wasn’t time to think, and with the large D-Bee of a bull heading down on her, the last thing on her mind was stepping aside..
Jesh throws up her hands, eyes wide, uttering (a mostly unnecessary, but she’s young) “Stop!” binding the creature in its tracks even before it can chase down Jesana’s cape of a blanket.
For the moment, the world narrows down for the girl and it’s just her and the magic.
Hunter glances up as Ilyze tucks herself out of the way. “Pardon me one moment.” He murmurs. The big grey lupine steps out with his left arm already swinging and hooked. He catches the bull by the horns and jerks its head back, sending it tumbling to the floor. The orderlies should have it caught now.
That was suspiciously easy. He looks about for someone who might have been casting… ah. There she is.
“Nice work.” He says with a nod before glancing over to Ilyze as if to say ‘where were we again?’
It’s all deer in the headlights as it’s totally apparent not only who but what. Especially as she had the ‘foresight’ to announce what she was doing while she was doing it. A slow creeping blush crawls up her cheeks, and Jeshua backs herself up against the door, effectively stopping folks from getting in or out at this point. Including herself. “I.. uh..”
She shuts her mouth, because there is just no way she can say it wasn’t her. She might lie like a cheap rug, but that’s beyond the scope of willing suspension of disbelief for anyone. “He was going to run into us,” she mutters instead to Hunter.
Jesana snapping the towel doesn’t have an effect on the Taur, it just keeps rushing like a … ahem … bull in a china shop.
Magic is always obvious on Rifts Earth – most casters use words and gestures to effect their working, so the words may or may not have been necessary. Either way, between Jeshua and Hunter, the poor demented Taur is driven to the ground and the orderlies pounce on it. One look at the creatures eyes show that’s it’s angry and may not have full command of its faculties right now.
As Hunter steps out, Ardul skirts around to put herself between Jeshua and the Taur, a shield appearing on her left arm, grabbing the young woman and shoving her behind her. “Good work, Hunter. And you … miss. Are you alright?” she murmurs after a moment. Jesana gets another look from the stern blonde. “Just Ardul, Jesana.” It … seems important to her for whatever reason.
While the orderlies wrestle the still struggling Taur away, Ardul looks over to Ilyze. “Still having problems with Sudden Rage Syndrome? Has the Doctor made headway on that yet?”
Jesana’s response is to simply step back and laugh. So the kid’s got some abilities, good for her. The demigod nods respectfully at Hunter then watches the Tauren be dragged off. Maybe she’ll find that guy when he’s feeling better. It’d be fun to go a few rounds with him. She grins and grabs the blanket, folding it back up carefully before handing it back. The helper scurries off with a faint expression of alarm.
“You alright there, kiddo?” The dark haired, dark eyed woman with sunbronzed skin turns to Jeshua and asks with a gentle tone. “You did good there.” Ah but the littles have always had a special place in her heart. How long has it been since she last raised one of her own? Twenty, thirty years? Something like that. “I’m Jesana. The Wolfen with the lovely arm here is Hunter, and that winged lady is Ardul.” She nods in response to the just Ardul comment then pauses and turns to Ilyze. “I don’t know you yet but nice to meet you.” A pause and then Jesana asks. “Sudden Rage Syndrome?” Hm. That could be a problem. Likely it won’t affect her or not for long anyway but the last thing a civilized place like this needs is a chaos demigod on a rage bender. Heh. It’d be interesting though.
Jeshua doesn’t look any happier for being pulled aside to definitely safety (and out of the doorway!), or having all the attention her magic has just garnered for her. It’s all.. so.. Vesper. It’s all so Vesper. And while she’s still not comfortable with the fact that magic doesn’t even raise a brow here beyond this sort of reception, the girl maybe makes her first realization that she’s not going to be fastmarched to the city limits and asked not to come back again. Regardless of the fact that she’s been told this, being told and experiencing the truth of it first hand? Two different things all together.
“Jeshua,” she manages to get out, trying to keep her voice from wobbling. “He was going to hit us. So I tried to stop him.” There’s a pause, then, “I didn’t want to hurt him.” Something about the way she says it suggests it’s come up in the past.
“What’s Sudden Rage Syndrome?”
Ilyze knows her strengths and weaknesses. She knows that physically, she is no match for something that big, and mystically, there’s only so much she can do on short notice. That said, she’d figured it’s best to stay out of the way. Peering around the doorway at what ensues, she fingers her chin thoughtfully. “It appears that way. Good that you did what you did,” she agrees, nodding at Jeshua. She has a bit of an accent to the way she talks, but it’s difficult to place, save that it doesn’t sound like the usual one hears from local Vesperians.
Glancing back at the others, she steps outside, watching as the orderlies struggle with the big D-Bee to get it back in. “…we were going to speak of your friend you’d just brought in, I think,” she says to Hunter before nodding at Jesana in greeting. “My name is Ilyze,” she says before looking at Ardul. “We have been attempting to isolate the nanites in the infected, monitoring the rest. At least we know where to look. It’s unfortunate that they are so numerous, or I would try to directly affect them to destroy them, but there’s no telling what sort of reaction that would have upon a patient.”
Folding her arms, she lets her gaze drift back towards the doors of Restorium behind them. “….you were speaking of nanites when you brought that one in…” she prompts.
“More or less what it sounds like…” Hunter says, sticking hands in his pockets. He’s apparently not bothered by the magic use though this is Vesper and to be honest not many people are bothered by magic use here. Dogwood on the other hand…
“People suddenly get violently angry and then act on that. It seems to be spread by nanites which, we assume, were introduced into populations deliberately. So far it hasn’t really been seen to affect humans but…”
Well there’s too much they don’t know. The sample size could be too small, for example.
Ilyze question gets a nod. “Mmmhmm. Though his nanites are more of the ‘mental takeover’ variety.” Beat. “Just as disturbing though. Tried to use ’em on me.”
After watching her and scenting the fear and nervousness coming from the girl, Jesana frowns slightly. Perhaps the bull had been scary but.. “I didn’t want to hurt him.” Ahh. Maybe she can..wait. What. “Nanites? Those things that tried to eat us are infecting people?” That would explain why so many D-Bees are being affected like she heard. Usually disease or sickness doesn’t touch so many vastly different populations. It had confused her. She’d begun wondering if magic was in the mix but those itty bitty machines.. that could do it she supposes.
“I know some healing arts common to my peoples but..nanites are new to me and I do not think I know of anything that would be effective. Or at least not without risking harm to the patient.” Electrocution is kinda bad for most people after all. Besides these could be different. “Hm.” A wolfen affected by them would be pretty bad too. “They aren’t affecting humans? I would think that narrows it down a bit. I know where’d I’d start looking anyway.” The demigod shakes her head. “Or it could just be it hasn’t yet. I’v e just gotten back to these parts so no idea what’s been happening. Think the last time I was here there was a war on with them dogwood folks.” Which may sound odd since Jesana doesn’t look much older than her early twenties.
Ardul doesn’t look as comfortable with the use of magic, but it’s not that she’s uncomfortable with Jeshua and the look is fleeting. “You did well, Jeshua to avoid being trampled. I train youngsters and not all show such instincts.” The shield, which seems to be some form of energy construct, disappears into the armour on her arm and she moves to include everyone in the discussion. “If you ever want training I can oblige.”
“As Hunter and Ilyze says, nanites introduced to certain populations that seem to affect how they handle their rage.” But that’s not entirely correct, as Ilyze and Felipe found out not long ago – not everyone affected by the nanites show rage symptons. “Is there anything common amongst the affected, Ilyze?”
There is. Every D-Bee that has been bought in and every settlement they’ve visited is populated by D-Bee’s that would be classified as ‘prey animals’ but there’s much they still don’t know.
“From what we could see, Ilyze, the nanites were the same strain as the sample I gave you. They originated on Iyesgarth, where I came from but … they’ve been … improved, I suppose you could say. We found Arvid fighting as part of a group of Iyesgarthians. Did you find any similarities between the sample I gave you and the others?”
Nanites..Totally not in Jeshua’s ballpark of things known and understood. But she does get the difference between humans and non-humans. The scent of fear that Jesana noted drifts away as the girl puzzles that one over. “What makes humans different than not-humans?” Though the question does seem to be rather rhetorical as her nose crinkles up to ponder the question, the offer of training sifting through her brain very belatedly..
“Wait, huh? Me?” Now Ardul has her attention. “You mean, like..” She had been told there were places here a person could learn magic. To hone their skills and get better. But was that something she wanted? “Just.. what kind of magic are we talking about?”
The hesitation is back, along with that subtle acrid scent of fear, curling up and around the girl again. Though by her stance and demeanor it’s less a fight or flight thing at the moment than a personal confrontation. At least she isn’t aiming her body at the door. Which, for Jeshua, is extreme progress.
A frown creases the chaos mage’s brow as she looks between Ardul and Hunter. “Tried to use them on you? That is disturbing. Could they perchance be so similar and just failed upon those inflicted within the Restorium?” Either way, it sounds bad. It’s been bad from the start.
Closing her eyes, she gathers her thoughts. “Thus far, the only D-Bees affected have been groups who usually would not display such aggressive behavior. Naturally gentle, docile creatures have been affected in so that they fly into a blind rage and attack anyone within sight, either until they are too injured or worse, or to the point of exhaustion.”
Ilyze sighs, opening her eyes in a sweeping look across the others before pausing upon Ardul again. “Unfortunately we haven’t made too much progress. Doctor Usnavi’s been more up to date with that, but from what I’ve last seen and been told, the ones infecting the D-Bees seem to be based off of the sample one you provided. The latest ones we’ve found have been much more aggressive, however. None of us being very familiar with the technical aspects of it, we’ve only been told that the coding is different, but so far efforts have not been successful to make sense of it.”
“Without comparing them with an expert I’d be hard pressed to say if they’re similar. Certainly it seems a bit of a stretch that two nanite plagues might be running around at the same time so I’m inclined to say they’re related.” Hunter strokes his chin and glances down as that scent of fear starts curling up from Jeshua.
“You should be safe here. At the very least the protective magicks over the restorium should prevent any kind of undue influence. I hope.” Beyond that… well, perhaps Ardul has made some progress. Jesana seems unlikely to have. She didn’t know about this five minutes ago.
The scent lingers about Jeshua, but the girl can’t help a small voicing of, “Maybe they don’t know how to not be angry. If they’re usually calm and peaceful, maybe they don’t have whatever it is that people who get angry have that makes them not be in a rage.”
Of course, speaking up about it surprises herself and she goes back to waiting for a response from Ardul, still uncertain of whether or not she regrets not turning the offer down outright. A case of curiosity dragging her along for the ride.
“Teach magic?” Ardul shakes her head towards Jeshua. “I’m not a mage, I’m a soldier but I’ve taught mages how to stay alive in a fight. If you want to learn that, then I can help. Where I come from, there is no magic anymore. Everything can be explained with science. Coming here …” she shrugs, the feathered wings moving on her back of their own accord.
“You’re welcome to take a sample from Arvid, Ilyze, but I suspect you’ll find them the same, or similar. I … don’t know how or if we cured our people who had been given them. I don’t recall seeing anything in the palace records.” She glances at Hunter and then back to Jeshua “What makes human and non-humans different? Everything, I suspect and it’s that that makes me concerned. There are different types of D-Bee’s being affected and it seems to be a particular type according to Ilyze.”
“Hunter and I will try to decode his equipment but we need to crack that codebase, Ilyze. Do you know someone who might help? And do any of the creatures start to recover?”
As Hunter looks at Jeshua and makes that comment, she frowns slightly. Her sense of scent isn’t as strong as his. “You’re safe here. You’re not a D-Bee, after all…” completely misreading the sense of anxiety.
“Well. Less than some of them think I’d say.” Jesana answers but then shakes her head. “Like Hunter here is a Wolfen. D-Bee stands for Dimensional Being. Someone not from this earth, this planet we are on. You know, like aliens.” This seems to amuse her but it isn’t really a word she hears often anymore. “Or gods, they aren’t human either.” This time she chuckles. “Most of them aren’t anyway. Then there are some humans who think anyone that can do magic or has some sort of psychic power or whatever isn’t a human..” Not an opinion she shares. “But mostly nonhumans are well, not human. Like that fella that just almost ran you over. Or the Doctor with the scales.. there’s a whole lot of other places and worlds and realms out there.”
Jesana quiets and then looks around the Restorium with a thoughtful expression. Something.. something really should be done about this, shouldn’t it. It’s hardly her responsibility but.. she doesn’t like seeing innocents suffer unduly. That is something that has remained a constant throughout her life. And to her at least D-Bees are not any less of a person than a human is. Besides if she goes sticking her nose in there is bound to be some good fights. She doesn’t think they see a whole of Indians out here either. Ardul and Hunter had seemed baffled by the way she referred to the Peoples. Humans have all just become humans in most places. It’s not quite the same among the tribes but no one would know that. No one even knows how many of her kind there are back west now either. She could probably show these people a thing or two.. get into a little trouble, have a lot of fun, save some if she can. Sounds good to her. “Well, I don’t know that I can do so much for those already afflicted but I think I’m of a mind to find out who is doing the afflicting.” For now at least. She seems amused by Ardul’s comment that where she is from everything is explained by science. What must the winged woman have thought of her claim of being a demigod?
“Jeshua, magic is not a bad or evil thing. It simply is. Some fear it, some do not. You no longer need to fear being run off or killed over it so long as you are in Vesper.” Jesana has been watching the girl long enough to suspect the reason for her anxiety. Time might really be the only thing to convince her but.. hm.. Jesana grins suddenly, her black eyes alight with mischief. “Watch.” When she is sure the girl’s eyes are on her, Jesana simply disappears. Or so it would have seemed for a second or two. What actually happens is that the woman *changes* almost instantaneously, into a coyote. Or what might seem a wild dog to those unfamiliar, or medium sized four legged beast. The coyote wags her tail and yips, then changes back and Jesana smiles again. “It is not bad, see, and can be a very good thing.”
“No, I’m not a D-Bee,” Jeshua intones quietly. That’s really the least of her worries right now. And whether or not Jesana means to be helful, the girl is still stuck in her own mental hangups on the matter, fueled by a past in the CS, making Dogwood look, well, if not positively welcoming, at least less icily so. That coupled with a small other matter.. Jesh isn’t quite ready to give up her misgivings about magic, even if she’s able to accept that folks in Vesper could care less under most circumstances.
Jesh was pretty sure her past held a big ‘under most circumstances’. And until she could get herself to think first, act second.. or some semblance of the thing, even a place that didn’t mind magic was more than a little fraught for her.
Ardul’s offer she didn’t know what to make of, it being not at all what she expected. It was surprising enough to snap the girl out of her dwelling on things past and dark and bring her up to, “You mean, to fight?” Which was exactly what the offer had been.
“Folks back home – it wasn’t good if you stood out any,” she tells Jesana. “Sometimes I forget I’m not there.”
“I will take a sample, or at least, have someone do so,” Ilyze nods. She’s not sure how she’s gotten slotted into playing doctor when all she’d come here to do essentially was make sure the herbs in the garden were growing well. Nanites are well beyond what she’s familiar with. She’s always been more interested in natural than technical.
She begins to shake her head at the question. “I do not know anyone who specializes in such things. But if we have a great need, I can run samples up to Dogwood and see if there is someone there who can assist,” she offers, seeming indifferent about going up there despite differences of opinion.
“…actually, we’ve found that in one of the affected species, the nanites have broken down. Their susceptibility to the nanite’s influence was not as severe as the others, and they’ve begun recovery. It’s a relief to know that the nanites can be destroyed, but the natural workings of the body should never be underestimated.”
Quieting for a moment, she nods once as Jesana explains her best to Jeshua before even demonstrating her shapeshifting abilities. The mage’s own expression remains neutral, even as she turns her hazel gaze towards Jeshua. “Are you from Dogwood?” she asks. “I know how stubborn they are when it comes to those who might ‘stand out.'”
That would make sense, that Jeshua is from Dogwood. She certainly acts jittery enough. Her accent is off. Much like Ilyze doesn’t sound like she’s from Vesper, Jeshua doens’t particularly sound like she’s from Dogwood.
“Were you able to get anything from the degrading nanites? Or figure out what exactly is causing them to degrade?” Hunter doesn’t have to point out that might be important. He’s sure Ilyze knows.
The wolfen nods to Ardul. They can use his gear so long as they have samples to work with. This process might destry them but it’s not like they’re doing anything else with them at the moment. Nor will the captive be using them any time soon.
It’s nearly impossible for Jesana to tell how Ardul responds to her pronouncement but Hunter might. He’s been around the Valkyr enough to read her.
“Nothing wrong in being a D-Bee.” she notes to the young Mystic “But yes, that’s what I mean. To fight. With your hands, with a sword, with a bow. I’m competent in most weapons. If you want to learn to shoot though, Hunter’s your man. I’m good, he’s better.”
“If you could, Ilyze, I’d be obliged. But there’s also Hunters equipment that you can use.” Ardul says quietly. There’s something worrying her about this and she looks up to the Wolfen, grey eyes clouding with concern. “If it is the same type of nanites, what do whoever is doing this gain from it?” What use is a group of D-Bee’s that are mind controlled? And why … just prey species?
Hunter’s already asked the most salient question about the degrading nanites and Ilyze gets an expectant look.
“I understand that Dogwood isn’t friendly to Mages or D-Bee’s but forgive me, Jeshua. You don’t sound like you’re from these parts.” She echoes Hunters own unspoken thoughts.
“There are plenty of places where people have a hard time with such things and where standing out is bad but here isn’t one of them, you’ll learn.” Jesana smiles at the girl. Time will help her see it’s true.
She grins at Ardul and then winks. Hard to read that one, and again she has that nagging sense of being reminded of someone. “Fighting is a good thing to learn in this world and if she’s offering to teach you, you should give it a try.” Ohh shooting. She is good with that too but uses a bow now, or knives or axes and that isn’t as common anymore. Nor like to do the girl much good. Jesana is eyeing Hunter now. “Y’know, I’d love to see your guns sometime.” She grins.
“Ardul is also right though, Jeshua. D-Bees aren’t bad or wrong. Neither is having power. It’s just that humanity tends to fear or distrust what they can’t see or understand, or what is different from them. Maybe some day they’ll outgrow it and not all of them are like that but..” She shrugs. She’s been around a very long time and even came from a different earth than this one and people have always been like that. Jesana rather thinks the entire world will fall again before humanity moves beyond its baser instincts but there is always hope.
And… there it is. The other foot coming down. Jeshua’s already had the less pushy version of this conversation with Gran, and the old woman had already sussed out (and rightly so!) that Jeshua was lying through her teeth about coming from Dogwood. If it weren’t for that conversation, the girl might have been tempted to blythely lie and say that of course she was from Dogwood (okay, who are we kidding, she’d have lied outright without thinking twice, because it was the simplest answer), but now she had this invisible Gran sitting on her shoulder, tsking softly in her ear, pointing out that lying was not only not nice, but not necessary.
Still, the girl couldn’t just come right out and say where she was from. Not after all this time on the run.
It’s a very cautious, and carefully worded answer Jeshua gives to the question of if she’s from Dogwood. “You could say something like that.” It wasn’t technically a lie. Just a strong blurring and direct misleading of the truth.
And that blur out of her mouth she rushes right along into, “If I learn to fight with weapons, will it stop me from, you know.. hurting people with my mind?” And that wasn’t what she meant to say at all, only now she has and the only way to recover from it is to try and pretend it was exactly what she meant to say after all, Jesh putting on the face of expectant bravado. “I could learn to fight.”
Ilyze shakes her head at Hunter’s question. “We have not yet been able to determine specifics. But the nanites infecting the Lops were destroyed by their body’s immune system before they could really take hold. Natural defenses.”
Jeshua’s response to her earlier inquiry echoed by Hunter and Ardul does get a faint arch of her brow. “It is nothing to be ashamed of,” she shrugs. “I was born in Dogwood.” It’s not something she informs people very often, but it’s not something she feels the need to hide either.
“If no one can break the codes, Ardul, then I’ll make the trip. As for whatever equipment Hunter may have, that would only be useful if I knew how to make use of such things. I have not had the opportunity to read many manuals for equipment like that.”
“Thank you Ilyze. I can show you, or anyone you want to bring. Maybe Doctor Usnavi might attend.” The Valkyr knows how busy Felipe is though. That the Lops had some form of natural defenses was interesting but Ardul doesn’t know how to use that information.
Jeshua just gets a knowing smile from the blonde “It doesn’t matter where you’re from. It’s what you choose to do now that matters and you’ve found yourself in a place where what you are doesn’t matter.”
Looking up to her Wolfen companion again, the blonde sighs. “We have a processor to decode and I’m hungry. Shall we?” She gestures to the door, and waits for Hunter to precede her “Till next time. Jeshua, should you want to take up the offer of training, look for me at the Justicars headquarters – they’ll know how to get a message to me.”
The winged blonde walks out the door with a wave.
Jesana watches the girl’s attempt to deflect where she is from and manages not to laugh. Oh girl. Don’t try to trick the trickster. The hurting things with her mind though, explains much. “It may help. At the very least it won’t hurt. Controlling your body might show you the path towards controlling your mind. With time you will probably master your power on your own.”
She hasn’t seen enough of Jeshua’s power yet to be certain she could do much in helping her train it but probably she could help a little. She’s taught more than her fair share of younglings. That could mean sticking around here for quite awhile.. Not a bad prospect. She’ll have to give it some thought. Wouldn’t hurt to get to know the kid some more anyway. “Catch you all later. Jeshua come with me. I smelled some kinda spicy meat out there on the way in. Let’s go get some. I sold my horses so it’s on me.”
Whoosh. Just like that crisis averted. And a meal to boot. Ardul gets a nod from Jeshua, “I’ll come find you, then. Thanks.” Now that it’s all settled and no more awkward questions, she can afford to relax some. Just some, though. There’s still dinner to make it through. She could just say no, but that would likely raise more awkward than accepting. So off she goes to find out just exactly what qualifies as spicy meat around these parts.
The chaos mage nods. “I’ll see if I can pry him from his work,” she says with a faint smile, more of a smirk. Ardul knows just as well as she does how much of a workaholic Felipe is.
With everyone departing, she lifts a hand to wave before turning to step back into the Restorium. Always work to be done, and patients to be checked upon.
Ardul and Hunter drop off someone to be detained at the Restorium and check up with Ilyze on any progress regarding the SRS. Jesana makes new friends and Jeshua tries not to get bull-ied.
November 09, 2410
Felipe Emilio Corazon Usnavi