05-10-2016, 10:36 AM
Vega looked torn and despite his misgivings, Ivan felt a twinge of sympathy. Something was bothering him. It did give him pause. For the man to betray a secret organization he and Nox hinted spanned centuries...well it would have to be something big. The man seemed to be throwing everything away. There was a tension, a weight on the man's shoulder, a raggedness to his breathing.
At Vega's direction he followed. He was still careful. Course he didn't put his hand on his gun. But he did continue to hold onto the power, ready just in case. 'Care and long life go together' was the saying. Ivan readied himself as the door opened.
And there, under a mountain of blankets lay a young man, writhing. Ivan understood completely. Of course Dorian would throw it all away. Any father would. Pops would have, he knew that. He looked at Dorian kindly and approached the bed, knelt down. He remembered his own time in the facility, tried to remember what they had done, the sequence of events specifically.
"Hey man,"
he said softly. The kid seemed not to hear him. Ivan gently used spirit to prod at him, not really knowing what he was doing. Of course, nothing happened. He wasn't the preacher after all.
Still crouched he looked back at Dorian. "How long has he been like this? I don't know much but I'll do what I can."
Too bad Nox was MIA. He might be able to help. He paused. "The fever will fade in and out. At least it did with me. This power is dangerous and it fights you. I think the sickness happens because you are trying to control it. When he is more....there- awake or whatever- then I may be able to help him do that."
He smiled, trying to put encouragement into his words. "We'll do it, Vega."
He hoped.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, May 10 2016, 11:08 AM.
At Vega's direction he followed. He was still careful. Course he didn't put his hand on his gun. But he did continue to hold onto the power, ready just in case. 'Care and long life go together' was the saying. Ivan readied himself as the door opened.
And there, under a mountain of blankets lay a young man, writhing. Ivan understood completely. Of course Dorian would throw it all away. Any father would. Pops would have, he knew that. He looked at Dorian kindly and approached the bed, knelt down. He remembered his own time in the facility, tried to remember what they had done, the sequence of events specifically.
"Hey man,"
he said softly. The kid seemed not to hear him. Ivan gently used spirit to prod at him, not really knowing what he was doing. Of course, nothing happened. He wasn't the preacher after all.
Still crouched he looked back at Dorian. "How long has he been like this? I don't know much but I'll do what I can."
Too bad Nox was MIA. He might be able to help. He paused. "The fever will fade in and out. At least it did with me. This power is dangerous and it fights you. I think the sickness happens because you are trying to control it. When he is more....there- awake or whatever- then I may be able to help him do that."
He smiled, trying to put encouragement into his words. "We'll do it, Vega."
He hoped.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, May 10 2016, 11:08 AM.