[Jason's in a hospital room, as already established. It's really not much fun, and he doesn't get to move a lot.] [He's been through surgery (doesn't remember most of it), and he probably is sleeping a lot subsequent to it.] [The next morning, he finds he has a vistor, specifically Rev. Warlow.] [Weather: Beautiful day, sucks to be Jason.] [Date: August 18, Time: 0900 GMT] [Oh, and when Jason wakes up, he notices a vase with a rose in it next to his bed. Nice looking Rose, still has its thorns.] [Start] * Jason does wake up, with a faint groan. His head's on its side, so the first thing he notices is the rose, not Warlow. * Warlow coughs politely. * Jason blinks at it, then looks around and sees the reverend and gives a shade of his cocky smile. "Hey. Didn't know I was worth a flower." * Warlow glances over at the flower. "Actually, it wasn't me." She then almost grins. "I'm sure you'll be deeply disappointed to learn that you're not my type." (Jason's not my type either, but that's beside the point. :P) * Jason laughs. "You're not? Fuck, and I was just gettin' used to the idea." * Warlow looks briefly amused and then looks more serious. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news. One of the bullets you were hit with never left your skull, and it's beyond our healers to fix." So... wait, it's stuck there? I've got brain damage or somethin'? No but, you've got the potential for it, if the bullet had gone all the way through, you'd be dead. Surgery would be able to remove it, but you may lose some functionality or die in the process. * Jason stares at Warlow and takes a moment to let that sink in. Why're you tellin' me this? That's a doctor's job, right? * Warlow gives him a moment before continuing. "Not quite, it's beyond the power of our healers, not any healers. The good news is that within a month or two, we'll again employ someone of sufficient skill to fix this. Trouble is, you'd be bed ridden until then." Fuck. Two months? Maybe sooner, but no guarantees. Trouble is, getting those guys help is expensive, they're beyond the reach of most multimillionairs. After the vampire incident, we got the Templars help by releasing a prisoner to them, Dr. Abunai's help on the island assault was in exchange for a small British military intervention. * Jason waves impatiently, since he can do that now, and winces a little. "Yeah, okay, so you can't just get someone to help, and I'm gonna be stuck here until you can. With brain damage or whatever." Not necessarily. You could ask for help from someone, it will likely cost you a favor of some sort or you'll have to convince him or her to help for some other reason. I'll be trying to get in contact with a few possibilities, and can give you an option or two for now. Yeah? * Jason takes a bit to think that over. A bit meaning half a second. "Sure. Who?" Ruth Lanova, the Templar who healed you before, may find her own reasons. We're trying to get in contact with one of our former employees, but he's out of reach for the moment, and there's.. ::Warlow looks at Jason for a moment with an evaluative look in her eye:: No, those two are your best bets. I'll work on getting in contact with the latter. * Jason blinks at the look, then shrugs, kinda. "Fine. Just get me out of here so I can get a damn smoke." He eyes the fire detector. * Grysar nods. "I should have word on the Lanova soon enough, until then, can I get you anything?" She continues in a rather dry tone. "Nicotine patch, excessively violent video games or movies?" (Warlow does that. Grrr.) * Jason smirks. "I'm not *all* violence. What do ya take me for?" * Warlow smiles slightly at that. "I believe I'll decline to answer that question. But my offer was in earnest, do you want anything I can provide?" * Jason turns the smirk into a grin. "Disable the bloody smoke detector?" But you won't, so something else is okay. Anything else. This place is fucking boring. * Warlow rolls her eyes for a moment and then blinks. "Right, I'll bring in some equipment. And I'll see if I can get Victor to rig you up something so you can smoke without breaking hospital policy..." [And to cut time a bit, she actually does get him a few latest generations video games and a nice wide screen TV in the room. Nothing that's going to break SAB's budget, but it's fairly nice.] (Wahoo, violent movies and video games!) [Later that evening, after he's fallen asleep first being impatient for the stuff to get setup, then gorging himself on it...] [Time: 1930 GMT] [Jason hears, perhaps in his dreams, perhaps as he just wakes, a rather talented and mid-low range female voice singing quietly, with almost an off handed quality.] Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear. o/~ And it shows them pearly white... o/~ * Jason mumbles out, half-asleep, "Mack the Knife." His eyes open blearily as he tries to focus on whoever else is in the room. [Jason can groggily make out Eris, sitting by his bedside, casually tossing a knife from one hand to the other, in a manner that doesn't seem meant to entertain, so much as a reflex habit.] * Eris then stops singing and speaks in a deeper voice then before. "Ah... so you do have some culture after all." (Oh and give me a sight roll in channel, HA counts.) * Jason 's eyes flash in recognition, and then he grins, not offset by the knife at all. "Nah. I'm just a punk." A punk who can't get a god damn smoke around here. What's up? [Jason manages to note that there's a logo on each side of the knife, can't really see it well enough to make it out. Also it has a hightech extreme quality look. And vaniches now that he's less groogy.] * Eris grins slightly and tosses Jason a pack of cigarettes and waves a hand at the smoke detector. "Thought I'd see how you were doing, you were fast asleep when I stopped by earlier." [Also, now that he's less groggy, he can see that Eris has the features of a, still elfen, person in her mid twenties.] * Jason perks at that and catches the cigarettes one-handed. He sits up a bit and looks to the detector questioningly. * Eris rolls her eyes. "My abilities do have their limits, but I can manage to fool a simple monitor." [Oh, and while her facial features are in her twenties, she still only a bit over four feet tall.] * Jason smirks at that and shakes one out, lighting it with a flick of his thumb. He takes a drag. "So, you dropped off the rose?" [As Jason looks at her a bit longer, suddenly the wings disappear and the elven features go away, and her hair loses the green tint, and he recognizes her from the bar in the first session.] * Eris grins. "Clever boy." * Jason lets out a breath of smoke and laughs at that; he can't help it. "Thought you were familiar." (And it's dinner time. Continue when I get back, or so?) (Sure.) (Thanks. ^^) * Jason is now known as IdleJason * IdleJason is now known as Jason (Back, yay!) (Whoo!) * Eris keeps grinning. "Told you I was older than I looked." * Eris's voice has picked up a californian accent again at this point, although it's still in the lower singing range she'd used earlier. * Jason shrugs easily, still grinning, too. "So sue me for pedophilia not bein' on my list of sins." * Eris snickers. "Just as well, it's a rather unpleasant one, and there are so many other sins that are so much more funn." * Jason nods, finishing off his cancer stick, which seems to have gone a little faster than normal. Instead of stubbing it out, he just crushes it, letting it burn into nothing as he taps out another one. "That's the truth." * Eris leans back slightly in her chair. "But as much as I enjoy my little games, it seems you have greater concerns. What's your outlook like?" What, this? Bullet's stuck in my head. * Jason lights this one and puts it in his mouth. "They figure it'll cause brain damage. I figure, what's the difference." He grins. * Grysar snickers again. "Well, I'd hate to see any damage done to your charming personality. So, they going to fix it?" (*Eris does that) * Jason grunts a little, looking to the ceiling. "They can't. Need outside help, and the closest guaranteed is in two months or somethin'." * Eris smirks slightly. "Well, so much for socialized healthcare." * Jason snickers. "Yeah." I happen to know a healer, you've provided me enough amusement to get you in contact for free. I could call in a favor and have you healed, but that'd cost you. * Jason blows out some smoke. "Fuck, nothing's free these days. Whatcha got in mind?" * Eris smirks. "Nothings ever free love, just sometimes the cost is deferred. But, let's see..." * Eris then looks Jason over again, there's a faintly lusty look in her eye. "To do anything real fun together, it'd have to be because you wanted to, not in trade." * Eris then leans forward, gesturing at the wall. "How about you get me what you know or can scrounge up about SAB's mercs, they've been fairly interesting of late, might make for good beach reading." * Jason raises an eyebrow. "Which ones? And if you get me out of here, you can call it a bonus. Yer not jailbait an' all." He finishes off that cigarette; shakes out another. * Eris puts a palm against her cheek and smiles demurely, continuing in a rather good mock southern accent. "May as well do it, I'm not jail bait, why you are a born romantic Mr. Ashton." * Jason grins. "Yeah. Girls really go for guys who get shot in the head." * Eris then grins. "Well, we'll see about the bonus, but I'll call in our my dear Templar friend, noble protector of all mystics like us. ::the sarcasm is dripping in her tone:: If you can't convince her to give it for free, just ask it as a favor for Morganna." (drop the 'our' in the first sentence) * Jason nods. Do I call ya Eris or Morganna? Or somethn' else? (Put an i in there. ^^) * Eris/Morganna/Something else grins. "I've already left you my calling card. You figure it out." * Eris then stands up and stretches. Again making obvious that she's quite short. (She did?) (She didn't give him a card, no. :P) (Oh, rose thingie. Bah!) * Jason watches her, but doesn't say anything to that aside from burning out his third cigarette. * Eris looks back over at Jason. "The smoking spell will last two days. Enjoy, the protections against bugging not so long." * Eris takes a few steps towards the door. Yeah? Thanks. * Jason grins. "See ya 'round, then." * Eris nods. "Oh, and if you try to sweet talk Ruth and avoid the one-time payment for my favor, fair warning, she might not find your the psychotic parts of your nature nearly as charming as I do." * Eris then waves and heads out. * Jason shrugs, counting what's left in the pack. Might as well enjoy it. [Right, so all that's left is Ruth, if you like you can just cash the favor and get insta healing. Otherwise we can play it out.] (Doesn't matter so much. ^^ He has no problem with the favor Eris asked of him.) [So, much fun and smoking was subsequently had, and early the next morning Jason has another visitor. Time: 0340 GMT] (Up to you whether he's awake or not.) (3:40 in the morning? Hmm.) (Yeah, he's probably asleep again. I would be, if they gave me painkillers for that headache. :P What's with those ladies coming in when he's snoozing?) [Jason feels a hand on his shoulder as he slowly wakes up. Strangely he feels entirely rested like he's getting up in the period between all the sleep you need, and a slight morning headache from sleeping to much.] [He sees three figures in the room. One is Ruth Lanova, the plain, almost slightly homely robed woman, with the floor length beautiful hair.] * Jason stirs a little, waking up on cue and focusing on the visitors. "Wha?" [She's accompanied by a waifish looking woman in her late thirties who is bridging a deck of cards, causing it to fly from one hand, and then to the other.] [Her other companion is a male, in his late teens, bit overweight, South American complexion, fairly unremarkable otherwise.] So, we meet again, our mutual trickster friend's rebel without a cause. * Jason yawns a little, then sits up some and grins. "You say that like it's a bad thing." * Ruth folds her hands for a moment on Jason's pillow. "Live your life as you will, it's no concern of mine, unless you're downtroden or wish to become a Templar." Sorry, nope. Barely know what a Templar is. [The waifish looking woman seems to be keeping a fairly active lookout, watching Jason and the room in general. Howver, she doesn't look freightened in the slightest of whatever may come. The guy looks a bit more nervous.] * Ruth comments offhandedly. "Mutual defense league for supernaturals who wish to maintain their freedom and rights. But if our mutual friend finds you so fascinating, I doubt we would suit your temperment." * Jason snickers. "She said something like that. So, you're here to heal me?" * Ruth nods and puts a hand on Jason's forehead. "In her name." * Jason lets her do that without a fight. "Sounds like God," he comments idly. * Ruth chuckles at that, but doesn't comment. * Jason lets her do the healing thing, opting to watch her bodyguards, or whoever they are. [Jason feels himself slowly healing, first a restoration of what he lost to the liquid nitrogen.] [Bit after her starts to feel the power flow directly into his head. On one hand, it has a very natural soothing feel. On the other, his powers tingle, as if they've being touched by something diametrically opposed to them.] * Jason watches the frostburns go away, a mildly puzzled look on his face. "Huh." * Ruth frowns with faint concern as she works. "A word of warning you'll likely ignore. The day may come when your powers seek to control your will. You will still have a choice, but the cost may be great." [With that, there's a burst of power and the bullet liquifies, flows out through the bandages, and reforms outside. Jason then feels the opposite of a headache, although and his powers tingle a bit less as she finishes up.] * Jason gasps a little at that, but turns his attention to the lady healing him. "What's that supposed to mean?" * Ruth finishes up and removes her hand from Jason's scalp. "That as our friend will likely remind you ad naseum, nothing is free." Her voice then saddens a little. "But I fear the price you may have to pay is quite high, should you rebel against the rebels. Although some would say the price of compliance may be higher." [Jason feels great! If a little tired again.] * Jason feels at his bandages. "Damned if I do, and damned if I don't? I can live with that." * Ruth smiles sadly and then nods and walks towards the door. The waifish woman takes the lead, checking it out and openning it for her. * Jason looks up to see her leave. "Thanks, by the way." * Ruth looks back. "You're welcome." She then smiles slightly. "Try to take a little better care of yourself." [The Templars then continue to head out.] * Jason starts removing unnecessary bandages. He needs a smoke. [End!] Hehe! ^^ * Jason hugs Jason. Such a good stress relief character. Good. ^_^ Unfortunately, he's not as simple as when he started because, uh, he's my character. But at least I can still get by without caring about mission briefings! Yup. ^_^ * Grysar grins and does his 'Yay I finally got to characterize my NPCs dance.' Yeah, but you did it with Jason. >.> I takes what I can get. ;P Session Close: Thu Mar 18 23:03:43 2004