Your Local Doctor

The best doctor of all Oninoshima!

[medic-guy-triage]

[Last updated: 3/06/2025]

Julien Jones at your service! But most call me Triage! I'm your local Island Medic, ready to do my best to keep you up and runnin'!

You'll find me in my own personal clinic in the Reality Warrior's Blimp, just show me what troubles you and i'll try to help you out, both for physical and mental health! But also don't be shy to stop by and say hi!

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Tags:

#medical podcast -> posts

#Triage visits -> reblogs

#Doctor's appointment -> asks

#LucySays: -> ooc posts

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Headcanons!

- Triage (or Julien) is Demisexual, gay and boyflux, he uses He/They pronouns!

-He's taken by @zeusthelightninggod :) [Update: He a widow i forgot to write that here....R.I.P. Zeus 2024-2025 fr fr🙏😔💔🥀]

^They have a son, Deimos, who will do small cameos in the blog with the following tags:

#da deimos speaks -> posts & #da deimos answers-> reblogs and asks (UPDATED!!)

Deimos' text will be like this to differentiate from Triage

- He doesn't care if you're a hero or a villain, if you're injured, he will do everything he can to bring you back to shape

- His ex-coworkers, Field Surgeon and Remedy, do not find Triage's generosity towards villains a good thing, since she's afraid it could backfire and put Triage in danger, or worse, make him become a villain himself. They may or may not have tried to take him down because of this (i.e. a Saskia snapshot)

- You always see Triage patrolling around the island to make sure everything is okay! They're a pretty active lad, so for them, staying in their office for the whole day can be very boring.

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When something is written between [ ], it emans it's ooc!

Mun is 18, but there will be no nsfw, that's a big nono

Do not utilize my content for AI. Do not even try to ask. The answer will be no

[Rules]

[long-live-evie]

*Evie had been on the front lines, for whatever that had been worth. The Zero Point unleashed had dampened her Force abilities, and she, like everyone else, had been thrown around like ragdolls in the gravitational waves.

Now the Foundation was frozen, the Ice King obliterated, Kendo had split the Harvester.....

And Jones had gone silent.

Evie hailed again and again, but to no avail. The Voyager vanished in the chaos. The Harvester fell apart, adding to the mess.

In the settling dust Evie spotted one of the River Guard, and she started to reach out to them, hoping one of them had a working comm --

-- Blinding pain shot through her side, causing her to scream and fall to one knee. Two words pounded her head: "Jones. Danger."

Forcing herself to her feet, Evie abandoned all attempts to contact Jones, instead sprinting full tilt to the caverns they'd deployed from. It was not a short run, and she arrived dizzy from the strain.

Jones was nowhere to be seen.

Desperately she began to search, calling for Jones, ignoring the Visitor standing in the middle of the room, panic rising until finally she snapped.

Evie turned on the Visitor, grabbing him by the armored collar, fear cracking her voice.*

WHERE IS JOHN?! Where is he?! This place was supposed to be safe!! What happened?!!

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor held his hands up, letting Evie's strength shake him with her fear and anger.]

Miss Evie, I am afraid I do not know! Jones left to try and contain the blast, against my concerns. When I awoke, he was not here!

[Evie let him go, then, and Visitor coughed slightly, getting unsteadily back to his feet.]

That said... being directly in the middle of a Zero Point Energy Blast is not good for anyone. I certainly hope that he is alright, but we have to be prepared for the possibility otherwise.

[Looking out over the scorched and changed landscape, Visitor let his shoulders slump.]

We... lost contact with the troops before the Point reformed... I know our mission failed, but, Foundation... did he survive?

[long-live-evie]

No...

*Evie dropped the Visitor's collar, letting him fall.*

No, he can't...

*They'd just tied the knot. Barely a week ago.*

He can't just --!

*The danger pounding in her head made her clutch her hands to her hair.*

NO!!!

*Terror and the beginnings of grief welled up, tearing out of her in a scream that rattled the walls. The Force threatened to buckle the floor beneath them with the weight.

With a tremendous effort, Evie pulled herself together. Grief became denial, became anger. Others were starting to filter in, looking around in confusion. She turned, facing them, red-rimmed eyes blazing wildly.*

FIND HIM! Spread out and find John Jones! We're not done here until he's safe!!

*He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. She wouldn't accept it. She would tear this Island apart stone by stone to make sure he was alive.*

[ripp-slade-fn]

*Those blasts had scattered many around, and Ripp was given the mission to find most. Following the signals based on the cards, he was able to find the majority of the members and get them to a safer place.

Except for one.*

Lieutenant to Alex. I found most but not all. I'm sending them to the Sanctuary.

"Good. Wait- What do you mean not all!?"

I can't find the Commander, his card seems to have gone...static? I have low signal

"Maybe he was closer to those blasts and the card malfunctioned, he was in the front lines. but you have to find him."

I know! I'm not gonna leave him wherever he...-

is.

*Jones, on the ground, seemingly unconscious, but the worse part was the red patches on the floor, coming from him*

"Ripp? Ripp!?"

Call you back.

*Closing the comm, he rushed to Jones*

Jones! Jones!! Can you hear me!?

*No answer, and the blood was...a lot. He still had a pulse but how much was far was he going to go without medical help!?*

Shit.

*Looking around and raising his head, he noticed the lab's wall being destroyed and he could hear voices coming from inside*

Hey! Hey! Over here! I found the Commander!! I found Jones!!

[long-live-evie]

*Evie was barely holding her sanity together. The Visitor was no help, standing in silence as she alternated regulatory breathing and reaching out through the Force. She could feel his eyes on her. What in the stars was his deal?!

She didn't get the chance to think too deeply about that, as the call suddenly rang from outside. Someone had found Jones.

Flying from her position in the caverns, Evie located the direction the call had come from, finding Ripp leaning over her beloved... who had a disturbingly pixelated wound in his side.*

JOHN!!

*She dashed to his side, cradling his head in her hands. His skin was pallid, and cold to the touch.*

Who did this to you?!...

*A clean wound, but cleaner and smaller from the back, with a burn there too, so shot from behind...

He was still breathing. Medical attention first, forensics later.*

Evie to Triage! Have a stabilizing kit ready for a burn shot! John is injured!

[medic-guy-triage]

Message received.

*It wasn't enough though. He was all the way to the Sanctuary...everyone else was...wherever they were.

Shaking his head, he picked up comms again*

I'll prepare more than that. Stop the bleeding and get him here to the Sanctuary, I need to check him better and he could have more than we can see!

*His hands met his head, this was crazy, two Joneses down. One mentally, one physically. what the hell was happening to them!?*

[lazing-lizard-fn]

that ice was cold as fuckkk.

[medic-guy-triage]

That's how ice is supposed to be yeah.

Glad you're doing good.

[medic-guy-triage]

[Syd missed her extended family. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and it didn't feel fair, not after how they had been there for her through her father's illness. It was also obvious that her Uncle John was a workaholic, so maybe seeing some family would be good for him.

Strolling onto the Blimp, Syd noticed that it was unusually quiet. Some of the crew moved about, but there was no sign of the people she'd grown accustomed to seeing. Confused, she meandered back to the dorms, which were also eerily silent, until she heard a soft sobbing noise upstairs.

Syd quickly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and was greeted with the sight of her Uncle Venge, tied securely to a bed and partially obscured from her sight, watched over by a terrifying man - at least it looked like a man - in armor with a glowing visor, and Triage, whose back was to her.

Horrified, she dropped her voice to a whisper.]

... Uncle Julien?... What happened?

*Triage wasn't surely expecting a visit, especially from extended family, so turning around to see Syd, witnessing the pathetic scene that was the clinic was a surprise..not a really nice one however.

He approached Syd silently, trying not to startle Venge with any noise*

Ah, Syd. Well let's just say you come in a...strange time.

*He turned over to Venge, who watched the girl attentively from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to Syd*

Venge isn't exactly doing well mentally, basically he has no memory of us and that caused him to be a little...violent.

*He folded his arm just enough to show Syd the bandages that wrapped around it.*

He's been calmer these days, but we still opted to restrain him so he also doesn't try to run or anything...

Oh and-

*he pointed at Visitor*

That's The Visitor, one of Jones' old buddies who just came back after a while. He offered to watch over Venge with me.

[sugar-bear-syd]

Violent?...

[She'd known her Uncle Venge was troubled, he'd visited before and talked to her. But... seeing the repercussions was something completely different.

Still, training with the Ninja had changed Syd. Where she would have recoiled, now she approached the bed, albeit somewhat tentatively.

The armored man - the Visitor - looked up, holding up his hand and shaking his head, and Syd understood she was being warned. She turned back to Triage.]

He doesn't remember any of us? Not even...?

[Well, it had been a while...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage shrugged, a frown on his face*

I have no idea if he remembers you. I'm sorry.

*His eyes moved to Venge again, he was awake this whole time, yet he was limiting himself to only stare at Syd. This was clearly different, other people who had tried to visit had gotten a more strong reaction. Venge was...calm, as if Syd was familiar enough to not recognize her as a threat. Maybe...Could the memories about Syd and her family have been somehow preserved?

Sharing a glance with Visitor, Triage moved to the other side of the clinic, stealthily sneaking a tranquillezer syringe into his pocket, he then turned to the others.*

Syd. Try to see if he recognizes you, but I advise you to only keep it at talking...touching may be too much.

*He noticed Visitor tense up, opting to go behind him and sneaking the syringe into his pocket instead. No way he was gonna let him take care of Venge again anyways.*

Visitor will intervene if things go wrong.

[sugar-bear-syd]

[Syd nodded at Triage's instructions, eyes fixed on Venge. He was staring at her, breathing fast, and despite what Triage was saying... he seemed to know her. At least a little bit.

Hesitantly, Syd approached the bed, thinking back over their conversations in the past to find something she could use to reach him now.]

H-hey... You know me... right? My dad introduced us... Joey, you remember?

[She lightly rested a hand on the bed.]

You found out about his condition... and when he disappeared again, I went to stay with you. You took care of me... do you remember that?

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[His visor misted up on the inside. His gloves creaked slightly from the vice grip he had on the arm of his chair. He barely even breathed.

This girl... One of the very few he hadn't been able to bring any memento of, and whose face had faded against all his attempts to retain it over the past few hundred years...

He wanted to protect her. To block her from trying this and putting herself in danger. To hug her and tell her how much he had missed her.

But he bit down his heart and swallowed back the threatening tears, keeping his eyes fixed on Vengeance. She might be able to get through, with a little luck... He didn't seem to be reacting badly. Just hyperventilating...]

[sugar-bear-syd]

[The Visitor was staring at her, Syd could feel it. But it didn't feel hostile, or even wary. It felt protective. Like he cared about her, despite her never meeting him before.

That was strange... But she had her uncles here. She would be safe.]

What about when I called you to tell you Dad had asked me to thank you for taking care of me while he was gone? We both cried that night...

[Slowly, she shifted her hand to rest right beside Venge's, tears welling in her eyes.]

Do you remember when you promised I wouldn't lose you too?... Uncle Venge?...

[vengeance-jones-fn]

*He kept listening to this young lady infront of him, the aura of deadly familiarity around her too...

He kept listening to her voice, she seemed to recall things they had done together...and she mentioned someone else..."Joey". If she really knew him, maybe he could try and look for those moments in his head.

He lowered his head, trying to move around the fog, if he looked for her face first...

Wait. He could see her. She could see her next to another man...was that Joey? No, cow onesie, that was Guernsey. But-

Guernsey had a brother, and that brother had a daughter, and this lady right here was calling him "Uncle"...that could mean...

A soft gasp echoed through the large man's chest as memories about this girl began opening up again, and he could remember those vividly, the night she had ran to him when her father was gone, the sobs of joy that he had heard through the phone when her father had came back for just a moment...And the absolute joy she had in her eyes when she had told him something had allowed the two men to split and live as brothers...

The tears they dhared and the hugs they had exchanged...it was all so clear...that was his niece.

He raised his head again, tears in his eyes.*

Syd..?

[sugar-bear-syd]

[He knew her name!!!]

Yes! Yes, it's me! It's Syd!

[She was crying now, shaking a little bit. If he knew her, he could figure out a lot just from that.

The binds on Venge made her sick to look at. Syd turned to Triage, pleading with him.]

He knows me! Do you have to keep him tied up?? How is this helping him?!

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage had been caught mouth agape at Venge muttering their niece's name, his eyes raising towards Visitor, who had an unreadable visor, but the body language of a man equally stunned as the medic.

Well. This was a pleasant surprise.*

He's finally getting something back...!

*He held an hand to his chin, unsure if Venge was safe enough to be let free, but looking at Syd and Vengeance's expressions he eventually got warmed up enough.*

You're right, he might he in good enough shape. Help me take them off, Visitor.

[sugar-bear-syd]

[The way the Visitor complied without complaint, almost meekly, seemed a strange contrast to the intense watchfulness of a few moments ago.

But Syd didn't care. Her uncle was being freed. And even though the Visitor and Triage were being slow, careful, and methodical so as not to trigger him, Venge still trembled every time they came close to touching him.

Suddenly Syd had a thought. He clearly needed a safe place to stay, one that could keep him from hurting himself or someone else. She knew someone who specialized in creating that exact kind of space.]

Uncle Venge... Would you like to come back home with me?

[She heard the other two men stiffen, but she persisted, addressing Triage now.]

Think about it, Uncle Julien! It would be perfect! Guernsey's farm is open but contained, separated from everything, he could help with the farm and work on getting his memories back with me!

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage hummed interested*

Well, I did think about him needing to be somewhere more comfortable than the clinic, I think his distress here was the main reason he got violent. And I guess Guernsey's farm does meet the requirements...

If you, Guernsey and Joey feel like you can handle him and help him out, then I see no issues into taking him until he feels ready to come back here. If anything, I can always reach you guys with a rift gun!

*Triage then turned his gaze to Vengeance. Other doctors would have been iffy about giving patients the last word...but Vengeance was different in the end.*

But what do you say? Do you wanna go with her? We need to know you're okay with this.

[vengeance-jones-fn]

*He was silently rubbing his wrists and ankles, gingerly feeling the slight mark the restraints had left on his body. He watched the little conversation beetween his niece and the medic, before nodding frantically at the medic's question*

I do want to go with her, she and the others will make me feel better.

*He shuddered*

This place didn't grow well on me. Maybe that'll change when I do remember it but...hm.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage frowned a little at Venge's last remark, before nodding*

Very well then, he can leave tomorrow morning. Syd you can sleep here at the Blimp if that's better for you, I believe you had a room? If not you can use mine, or Venge's...that one surely is unused right now.

[medic-guy-triage]

[Syd missed her extended family. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and it didn't feel fair, not after how they had been there for her through her father's illness. It was also obvious that her Uncle John was a workaholic, so maybe seeing some family would be good for him.

Strolling onto the Blimp, Syd noticed that it was unusually quiet. Some of the crew moved about, but there was no sign of the people she'd grown accustomed to seeing. Confused, she meandered back to the dorms, which were also eerily silent, until she heard a soft sobbing noise upstairs.

Syd quickly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and was greeted with the sight of her Uncle Venge, tied securely to a bed and partially obscured from her sight, watched over by a terrifying man - at least it looked like a man - in armor with a glowing visor, and Triage, whose back was to her.

Horrified, she dropped her voice to a whisper.]

... Uncle Julien?... What happened?

*Triage wasn't surely expecting a visit, especially from extended family, so turning around to see Syd, witnessing the pathetic scene that was the clinic was a surprise..not a really nice one however.

He approached Syd silently, trying not to startle Venge with any noise*

Ah, Syd. Well let's just say you come in a...strange time.

*He turned over to Venge, who watched the girl attentively from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to Syd*

Venge isn't exactly doing well mentally, basically he has no memory of us and that caused him to be a little...violent.

*He folded his arm just enough to show Syd the bandages that wrapped around it.*

He's been calmer these days, but we still opted to restrain him so he also doesn't try to run or anything...

Oh and-

*he pointed at Visitor*

That's The Visitor, one of Jones' old buddies who just came back after a while. He offered to watch over Venge with me.

[sugar-bear-syd]

Violent?...

[She'd known her Uncle Venge was troubled, he'd visited before and talked to her. But... seeing the repercussions was something completely different.

Still, training with the Ninja had changed Syd. Where she would have recoiled, now she approached the bed, albeit somewhat tentatively.

The armored man - the Visitor - looked up, holding up his hand and shaking his head, and Syd understood she was being warned. She turned back to Triage.]

He doesn't remember any of us? Not even...?

[Well, it had been a while...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage shrugged, a frown on his face*

I have no idea if he remembers you. I'm sorry.

*His eyes moved to Venge again, he was awake this whole time, yet he was limiting himself to only stare at Syd. This was clearly different, other people who had tried to visit had gotten a more strong reaction. Venge was...calm, as if Syd was familiar enough to not recognize her as a threat. Maybe...Could the memories about Syd and her family have been somehow preserved?

Sharing a glance with Visitor, Triage moved to the other side of the clinic, stealthily sneaking a tranquillezer syringe into his pocket, he then turned to the others.*

Syd. Try to see if he recognizes you, but I advise you to only keep it at talking...touching may be too much.

*He noticed Visitor tense up, opting to go behind him and sneaking the syringe into his pocket instead. No way he was gonna let him take care of Venge again anyways.*

Visitor will intervene if things go wrong.

[sugar-bear-syd]

[Syd nodded at Triage's instructions, eyes fixed on Venge. He was staring at her, breathing fast, and despite what Triage was saying... he seemed to know her. At least a little bit.

Hesitantly, Syd approached the bed, thinking back over their conversations in the past to find something she could use to reach him now.]

H-hey... You know me... right? My dad introduced us... Joey, you remember?

[She lightly rested a hand on the bed.]

You found out about his condition... and when he disappeared again, I went to stay with you. You took care of me... do you remember that?

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[His visor misted up on the inside. His gloves creaked slightly from the vice grip he had on the arm of his chair. He barely even breathed.

This girl... One of the very few he hadn't been able to bring any memento of, and whose face had faded against all his attempts to retain it over the past few hundred years...

He wanted to protect her. To block her from trying this and putting herself in danger. To hug her and tell her how much he had missed her.

But he bit down his heart and swallowed back the threatening tears, keeping his eyes fixed on Vengeance. She might be able to get through, with a little luck... He didn't seem to be reacting badly. Just hyperventilating...]

[sugar-bear-syd]

[The Visitor was staring at her, Syd could feel it. But it didn't feel hostile, or even wary. It felt protective. Like he cared about her, despite her never meeting him before.

That was strange... But she had her uncles here. She would be safe.]

What about when I called you to tell you Dad had asked me to thank you for taking care of me while he was gone? We both cried that night...

[Slowly, she shifted her hand to rest right beside Venge's, tears welling in her eyes.]

Do you remember when you promised I wouldn't lose you too?... Uncle Venge?...

[vengeance-jones-fn]

*He kept listening to this young lady infront of him, the aura of deadly familiarity around her too...

He kept listening to her voice, she seemed to recall things they had done together...and she mentioned someone else..."Joey". If she really knew him, maybe he could try and look for those moments in his head.

He lowered his head, trying to move around the fog, if he looked for her face first...

Wait. He could see her. She could see her next to another man...was that Joey? No, cow onesie, that was Guernsey. But-

Guernsey had a brother, and that brother had a daughter, and this lady right here was calling him "Uncle"...that could mean...

A soft gasp echoed through the large man's chest as memories about this girl began opening up again, and he could remember those vividly, the night she had ran to him when her father was gone, the sobs of joy that he had heard through the phone when her father had came back for just a moment...And the absolute joy she had in her eyes when she had told him something had allowed the two men to split and live as brothers...

The tears they dhared and the hugs they had exchanged...it was all so clear...that was his niece.

He raised his head again, tears in his eyes.*

Syd..?

[sugar-bear-syd]

[He knew her name!!!]

Yes! Yes, it's me! It's Syd!

[She was crying now, shaking a little bit. If he knew her, he could figure out a lot just from that.

The binds on Venge made her sick to look at. Syd turned to Triage, pleading with him.]

He knows me! Do you have to keep him tied up?? How is this helping him?!

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage had been caught mouth agape at Venge muttering their niece's name, his eyes raising towards Visitor, who had an unreadable visor, but the body language of a man equally stunned as the medic.

Well. This was a pleasant surprise.*

He's finally getting something back...!

*He held an hand to his chin, unsure if Venge was safe enough to be let free, but looking at Syd and Vengeance's expressions he eventually got warmed up enough.*

You're right, he might he in good enough shape. Help me take them off, Visitor.

[sugar-bear-syd]

[The way the Visitor complied without complaint, almost meekly, seemed a strange contrast to the intense watchfulness of a few moments ago.

But Syd didn't care. Her uncle was being freed. And even though the Visitor and Triage were being slow, careful, and methodical so as not to trigger him, Venge still trembled every time they came close to touching him.

Suddenly Syd had a thought. He clearly needed a safe place to stay, one that could keep him from hurting himself or someone else. She knew someone who specialized in creating that exact kind of space.]

Uncle Venge... Would you like to come back home with me?

[She heard the other two men stiffen, but she persisted, addressing Triage now.]

Think about it, Uncle Julien! It would be perfect! Guernsey's farm is open but contained, separated from everything, he could help with the farm and work on getting his memories back with me!

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage hummed interested*

Well, I did think about him needing to be somewhere more comfortable than the clinic, I think his distress here was the main reason he got violent. And I guess Guernsey's farm does meet the requirements...

If you, Guernsey and Joey feel like you can handle him and help him out, then I see no issues into taking him until he feels ready to come back here. If anything, I can always reach you guys with a rift gun!

*Triage then turned his gaze to Vengeance. Other doctors would have been iffy about giving patients the last word...but Vengeance was different in the end.*

But what do you say? Do you wanna go with her? We need to know you're okay with this.

[medic-guy-triage]

[Syd missed her extended family. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and it didn't feel fair, not after how they had been there for her through her father's illness. It was also obvious that her Uncle John was a workaholic, so maybe seeing some family would be good for him.

Strolling onto the Blimp, Syd noticed that it was unusually quiet. Some of the crew moved about, but there was no sign of the people she'd grown accustomed to seeing. Confused, she meandered back to the dorms, which were also eerily silent, until she heard a soft sobbing noise upstairs.

Syd quickly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and was greeted with the sight of her Uncle Venge, tied securely to a bed and partially obscured from her sight, watched over by a terrifying man - at least it looked like a man - in armor with a glowing visor, and Triage, whose back was to her.

Horrified, she dropped her voice to a whisper.]

... Uncle Julien?... What happened?

*Triage wasn't surely expecting a visit, especially from extended family, so turning around to see Syd, witnessing the pathetic scene that was the clinic was a surprise..not a really nice one however.

He approached Syd silently, trying not to startle Venge with any noise*

Ah, Syd. Well let's just say you come in a...strange time.

*He turned over to Venge, who watched the girl attentively from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to Syd*

Venge isn't exactly doing well mentally, basically he has no memory of us and that caused him to be a little...violent.

*He folded his arm just enough to show Syd the bandages that wrapped around it.*

He's been calmer these days, but we still opted to restrain him so he also doesn't try to run or anything...

Oh and-

*he pointed at Visitor*

That's The Visitor, one of Jones' old buddies who just came back after a while. He offered to watch over Venge with me.

[sugar-bear-syd]

Violent?...

[She'd known her Uncle Venge was troubled, he'd visited before and talked to her. But... seeing the repercussions was something completely different.

Still, training with the Ninja had changed Syd. Where she would have recoiled, now she approached the bed, albeit somewhat tentatively.

The armored man - the Visitor - looked up, holding up his hand and shaking his head, and Syd understood she was being warned. She turned back to Triage.]

He doesn't remember any of us? Not even...?

[Well, it had been a while...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage shrugged, a frown on his face*

I have no idea if he remembers you. I'm sorry.

*His eyes moved to Venge again, he was awake this whole time, yet he was limiting himself to only stare at Syd. This was clearly different, other people who had tried to visit had gotten a more strong reaction. Venge was...calm, as if Syd was familiar enough to not recognize her as a threat. Maybe...Could the memories about Syd and her family have been somehow preserved?

Sharing a glance with Visitor, Triage moved to the other side of the clinic, stealthily sneaking a tranquillezer syringe into his pocket, he then turned to the others.*

Syd. Try to see if he recognizes you, but I advise you to only keep it at talking...touching may be too much.

*He noticed Visitor tense up, opting to go behind him and sneaking the syringe into his pocket instead. No way he was gonna let him take care of Venge again anyways.*

Visitor will intervene if things go wrong.

[sugar-bear-syd]

[Syd nodded at Triage's instructions, eyes fixed on Venge. He was staring at her, breathing fast, and despite what Triage was saying... he seemed to know her. At least a little bit.

Hesitantly, Syd approached the bed, thinking back over their conversations in the past to find something she could use to reach him now.]

H-hey... You know me... right? My dad introduced us... Joey, you remember?

[She lightly rested a hand on the bed.]

You found out about his condition... and when he disappeared again, I went to stay with you. You took care of me... do you remember that?

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[His visor misted up on the inside. His gloves creaked slightly from the vice grip he had on the arm of his chair. He barely even breathed.

This girl... One of the very few he hadn't been able to bring any memento of, and whose face had faded against all his attempts to retain it over the past few hundred years...

He wanted to protect her. To block her from trying this and putting herself in danger. To hug her and tell her how much he had missed her.

But he bit down his heart and swallowed back the threatening tears, keeping his eyes fixed on Vengeance. She might be able to get through, with a little luck... He didn't seem to be reacting badly. Just hyperventilating...]

[sugar-bear-syd]

[The Visitor was staring at her, Syd could feel it. But it didn't feel hostile, or even wary. It felt protective. Like he cared about her, despite her never meeting him before.

That was strange... But she had her uncles here. She would be safe.]

What about when I called you to tell you Dad had asked me to thank you for taking care of me while he was gone? We both cried that night...

[Slowly, she shifted her hand to rest right beside Venge's, tears welling in her eyes.]

Do you remember when you promised I wouldn't lose you too?... Uncle Venge?...

[vengeance-jones-fn]

*He kept listening to this young lady infront of him, the aura of deadly familiarity around her too...

He kept listening to her voice, she seemed to recall things they had done together...and she mentioned someone else..."Joey". If she really knew him, maybe he could try and look for those moments in his head.

He lowered his head, trying to move around the fog, if he looked for her face first...

Wait. He could see her. She could see her next to another man...was that Joey? No, cow onesie, that was Guernsey. But-

Guernsey had a brother, and that brother had a daughter, and this lady right here was calling him "Uncle"...that could mean...

A soft gasp echoed through the large man's chest as memories about this girl began opening up again, and he could remember those vividly, the night she had ran to him when her father was gone, the sobs of joy that he had heard through the phone when her father had came back for just a moment...And the absolute joy she had in her eyes when she had told him something had allowed the two men to split and live as brothers...

The tears they dhared and the hugs they had exchanged...it was all so clear...that was his niece.

He raised his head again, tears in his eyes.*

Syd..?

[sugar-bear-syd]

[He knew her name!!!]

Yes! Yes, it's me! It's Syd!

[She was crying now, shaking a little bit. If he knew her, he could figure out a lot just from that.

The binds on Venge made her sick to look at. Syd turned to Triage, pleading with him.]

He knows me! Do you have to keep him tied up?? How is this helping him?!

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage had been caught mouth agape at Venge muttering their niece's name, his eyes raising towards Visitor, who had an unreadable visor, but the body language of a man equally stunned as the medic.

Well. This was a pleasant surprise.*

He's finally getting something back...!

*He held an hand to his chin, unsure if Venge was safe enough to be let free, but looking at Syd and Vengeance's expressions he eventually got warmed up enough.*

You're right, he might he in good enough shape. Help me take them off, Visitor.

[medic-guy-triage]

[Syd missed her extended family. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and it didn't feel fair, not after how they had been there for her through her father's illness. It was also obvious that her Uncle John was a workaholic, so maybe seeing some family would be good for him.

Strolling onto the Blimp, Syd noticed that it was unusually quiet. Some of the crew moved about, but there was no sign of the people she'd grown accustomed to seeing. Confused, she meandered back to the dorms, which were also eerily silent, until she heard a soft sobbing noise upstairs.

Syd quickly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and was greeted with the sight of her Uncle Venge, tied securely to a bed and partially obscured from her sight, watched over by a terrifying man - at least it looked like a man - in armor with a glowing visor, and Triage, whose back was to her.

Horrified, she dropped her voice to a whisper.]

... Uncle Julien?... What happened?

*Triage wasn't surely expecting a visit, especially from extended family, so turning around to see Syd, witnessing the pathetic scene that was the clinic was a surprise..not a really nice one however.

He approached Syd silently, trying not to startle Venge with any noise*

Ah, Syd. Well let's just say you come in a...strange time.

*He turned over to Venge, who watched the girl attentively from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to Syd*

Venge isn't exactly doing well mentally, basically he has no memory of us and that caused him to be a little...violent.

*He folded his arm just enough to show Syd the bandages that wrapped around it.*

He's been calmer these days, but we still opted to restrain him so he also doesn't try to run or anything...

Oh and-

*he pointed at Visitor*

That's The Visitor, one of Jones' old buddies who just came back after a while. He offered to watch over Venge with me.

[sugar-bear-syd]

Violent?...

[She'd known her Uncle Venge was troubled, he'd visited before and talked to her. But... seeing the repercussions was something completely different.

Still, training with the Ninja had changed Syd. Where she would have recoiled, now she approached the bed, albeit somewhat tentatively.

The armored man - the Visitor - looked up, holding up his hand and shaking his head, and Syd understood she was being warned. She turned back to Triage.]

He doesn't remember any of us? Not even...?

[Well, it had been a while...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage shrugged, a frown on his face*

I have no idea if he remembers you. I'm sorry.

*His eyes moved to Venge again, he was awake this whole time, yet he was limiting himself to only stare at Syd. This was clearly different, other people who had tried to visit had gotten a more strong reaction. Venge was...calm, as if Syd was familiar enough to not recognize her as a threat. Maybe...Could the memories about Syd and her family have been somehow preserved?

Sharing a glance with Visitor, Triage moved to the other side of the clinic, stealthily sneaking a tranquillezer syringe into his pocket, he then turned to the others.*

Syd. Try to see if he recognizes you, but I advise you to only keep it at talking...touching may be too much.

*He noticed Visitor tense up, opting to go behind him and sneaking the syringe into his pocket instead. No way he was gonna let him take care of Venge again anyways.*

Visitor will intervene if things go wrong.

[medic-guy-triage]

[Syd missed her extended family. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and it didn't feel fair, not after how they had been there for her through her father's illness. It was also obvious that her Uncle John was a workaholic, so maybe seeing some family would be good for him.

Strolling onto the Blimp, Syd noticed that it was unusually quiet. Some of the crew moved about, but there was no sign of the people she'd grown accustomed to seeing. Confused, she meandered back to the dorms, which were also eerily silent, until she heard a soft sobbing noise upstairs.

Syd quickly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and was greeted with the sight of her Uncle Venge, tied securely to a bed and partially obscured from her sight, watched over by a terrifying man - at least it looked like a man - in armor with a glowing visor, and Triage, whose back was to her.

Horrified, she dropped her voice to a whisper.]

... Uncle Julien?... What happened?

*Triage wasn't surely expecting a visit, especially from extended family, so turning around to see Syd, witnessing the pathetic scene that was the clinic was a surprise..not a really nice one however.

He approached Syd silently, trying not to startle Venge with any noise*

Ah, Syd. Well let's just say you come in a...strange time.

*He turned over to Venge, who watched the girl attentively from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to Syd*

Venge isn't exactly doing well mentally, basically he has no memory of us and that caused him to be a little...violent.

*He folded his arm just enough to show Syd the bandages that wrapped around it.*

He's been calmer these days, but we still opted to restrain him so he also doesn't try to run or anything...

Oh and-

*he pointed at Visitor*

That's The Visitor, one of Jones' old buddies who just came back after a while. He offered to watch over Venge with me.

[the-scientist-fn]

Me and Triage have so much in common!!

We like science, we work with science, we fight with science, we sleep in science, we study science we--

We both think Vis' british semi-posh accent is funny!!

[medic-guy-triage]

The moment he calls someone a "fuoool" it will be the end of my respiratory system.

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

[medic-guy-triage]

*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't have much time. You are going to sit down and stay still. That patchup is not as strong as you need.

[His voice was stern. He would accept no assistance from the injured medic.

The Visitor knew well how these restraints operated.

Almost mechanically, he strapped the massive body of Vengeance down, grateful that he seemed to be unconscious still. This would be much more difficult if he were awake. Taking the opportunity, he also applied some basic first aid from his own medpack to the small cuts and bruises the larger man had sustained.

Now a different question remained. The Visitor surveyed the damage to the medbay as he pinged Jones.

Signs of a struggle, obviously. The usual. Scattered tools, a sheet, gurneys in disarray. What raised questions were the odd singe marks where he had found Triage, and the clear impact point Vengeance had left on the opposite wall.

Triage was strong, but he wasn't that strong.]

... How did he end up over there?...

[medic-guy-triage]

If you say so. Do your thing.

*Triage sat by his desk, watching Visitor strap Vengeance down, he could spot a small twitch of the larger man's hand, but he remained out cold, a rather strange but fortunate thing.

When Visitor raised the question however, Triage's eyes dropped back down to his hands, watching them, and noticing the static feeling again*

During the fight, he knocked me down and tried to stab me with a scalpel, I tried to hold him back as much as possible, because no talking was doing the trick...

Then...all of a sudden, something happened to my body...but for being in the middle of a life or death situation it was all too much, too sudden. I couldn't really perceive much except Venge screaming really loudly before hearing his impact with the wall. And that's when he went out cold.

Ever since, I feel like my arms are...static...but I can't understand what it is...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

Hmm....

[Behind the impassive visor, the Visitor frowned.]

If I may?...

[After getting Triage's "okay", the Visitor lifted the medic's hands, turning them gently, searching for any outward clue as to what happened.]

Hey, A.M.I.E., are you picking anything up?

There is an unusual level of static charge in the air, originating from Julien Jones.

Analysis?

Julien Jones is generating the static electricity. Vengeance Jones' injuries correspond to the effects of a lightning strike. Hypothesis: Julien Jones electrocuted Vengeance Jones.

Don't play with me, you and I both know he never had anything like that.

I do not play, Visitor, I am simply correct, and faster than you.

Remind me to give Sci a good whack on the head later for making you so cheeky.

You wouldn't.

Yeah...

[Strange. He could feel the fizzle of static attempting to interfere with his suit. Since when did Triage have electric powers? He wasn't the God of Thunder...]

As insane as this sounds... it would appear that you tazed him. With some new electric power.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage's head recoiled back in confusion, staring first at his hands and then at Visitor's visor*

What!? Tazed!? Electric power!? Hold on-

*Triage stood up again approaching Vengeance, staring closely at his body. The micro-injuries that peeked from under his clothes seemed to be a much more attenuated version of the ones he had found on his body after Evie had brought him back from the Death Star...and he was also attacked with electricity...*

This is...

*As he extended an hand to try and touch the restrained giant's injuries, he suddenly felt the static become heavier, before a small shock escaped his hand, causing Vengeance's body to jerk and Triage to recoil back with a gasp.*

I have powers.

*He turned to Visitor with a face of pure bewilderment and confusion*

I have powers! I defended myself with powers!

*He put his hands in his hair, walking around*

This is crazy...! I never had this thing...! Why am I only finding out about it now...!?

*He stared at Vengeance, the twitch in his hand returned, and Triage frowned, but he wasn't the issue now.*

I have to understand how I got this, there's too many types of people who have electrical powers...mainly people like Gods and Demi-gods of Thunder and Force Users...I technically have been in contact with both.

*He was both Zeus' husband and Evie's medical professional, what were the chances that one of their powers was...contagious...?*

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't know.

[The Visitor spread his hands helplessly.]

I have no explanation. I can rule out your contact with Evie, though. Force powers are not catching. At least I can tell you what it is not.

[He watched the medic pace back and forth, worried about the bite, but glad that it at least wasn't on his leg. Walking shouldn't do any harm...]

I could call the Scientist. Would you prefer that?

[medic-guy-triage]

Well in that case...

*Triage stopped. He knew him and Scientist were on similar fields, and Scientist was more than able at problem-solving, perhaps he could understand all of this.*

Sure, call Scientist, I can talk to him. All I ask is for you to stay close to Venge. We cannot leave him unsupervised now.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[The Visitor was silent, thanking his visor for hiding his expression now more than ever as he looked down at the floor.]

... He will be safe with me.

[His voice was softer than anticipated...

"Safe" wasn't a word that could rightfully apply to Venge at this moment. Still, at least the Visitor could make sure that Venge wouldn't hurt the people he cared about.

Which of them that "he" referred to was a different headache altogether...]

Visitor to Scientist. Medbay. Stat.

[Jones must be tied up with prep. Best not to interrupt again.]

[the-scientist-fn]

*When Visitor said "Stat"...it had to be stat. Point blank. So it didn't take long for the second big guy of the Seven to pass through the doors of the medbay, the lights of his visor transforming into two dots that mimicked surprised eyes.

Visitor and Triage looked like they had watched a horror movie that said "Inspired by a true story" at the end, but what was worse was the massive semi-truck of Vengeance strapped down onto a table unconscious. The medbay itself was also a mess.*

Either we are roleplaying as IO scientists or something worse happened.

Judging by everything it's the latter.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[The Visitor winced at that particular joke. The Scientist was largely unserious at the best of times, but that comment struck a nerve.]

Not the best time, old friend...

[Sighing, he recentered himself.]

The situation with Vengeance is handled. Triage, however, has need of your expertise. It seems he has suddenly developed lightning capabilities, and I have no insight to offer.

[the-scientist-fn]

Oh- sorry-

*He gingerly walked up to Triage, shaking the embarassment off before taking the medic's hands into his, his visor scanning and looking for clues*

Hmm...interesting, it's a recent thing, surely, otherwise you'd have signs on your hands. Scars, wrinkles, spots...the stuff an immortal, non-godly man gets when you have something that's not in your DNA!

*He raised his gaze to the medic's face, running a quick scan to gather all info

Name: Julien Jones

Alias(es): Triage Trooper, Triage

Age: ??? (immortal)

Relationships: Married to Zeus. Now widower following death of spouse---

Ohh..bingo.*

You had a fling with the King of Olympus and got to marry him. Is my scan correct?

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage had been hoping he had his field gear on and not his casual clothing, first because he wished he has been more protected from Vengeance's wrath...now because he knew he couldn't hide the terrible blush that had overtaken his face.*

...yeah. Could have been more discreet about that.

[the-scientist-fn]

HEY there's nothing wrong with smooching someone others don't like!! Foundation is still iffy about Paradigm! And look at me, having a little digital her on my gear!

*He pressed a button, and from the screens on his forearm a tiny hologram of a chibi Paradigm popped up, jumping happily and sending a lil kiss to Scientist.*

D'awww I love you too, darling!! Mmmm-

*The kiss he was about to give was stopped by the gazes of the other two men in the room looking at him with puzzled faces*

I'm sidetracking. On purpose tho! Smile therapy.

Anyways.

*He held Triage's hands back up*

You, sir have done something that wasn't of everyone, you made Zeus chill down. He chose to live with you instead of going for the next thing that breathed next to you. He truly loved you and you truly loved him.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage tilted his head, the man was...very prone to derailing the subject...and the whole talk about Zeus was making little to no sense.*

So...what does Zeus have to do with this? Were his powers some contagious thing?

[the-scientist-fn]

Contagious? Nah!

*Scientist patted the medic's shoulder.*

You, Mr. Med Kit, have surprised our...friends? Of Olympus so much that they have rewarded you. You got powers now. And you earned it.

Which is crazy because sometimes they grant immortality! But I guess since you are immortal already they had to find an alternative. And hey. Maybe it was Zeus himself who wanted it.

Be sure to use the power for good! But I'm sure you will!

[medic-guy-triage]

A reward...

*His eyes wandered around the medbay and around the 3 men in the room, Zeus had given his powers to another man, but surely the gods of Olympus giving him electric powers had to be somewhat orchestrated by him...could he still rule even if dead? Had someone taken his place? Was someone supposed to take his place?

Probably not. Or rather, that wasn't a question he should have tried to answer, he had to be here for the island, both physically and mentally, he couldn't let his thoughts wander around.

Electricity had its use in medicine. Triage could probably make use of it with some training...

He could use it for good.*

Thanks, Scientist. I'll make sure I use this power to aid you all.

Now that I have a clear idea about how I got this, it doesn't sound as scary as it did before...especially when I managed to do...that.

*He pointed at Vengeance. Noticing his eyelids beginning to flicker, the calm wasn't going to last much longer was it...?*

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

[medic-guy-triage]

*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't have much time. You are going to sit down and stay still. That patchup is not as strong as you need.

[His voice was stern. He would accept no assistance from the injured medic.

The Visitor knew well how these restraints operated.

Almost mechanically, he strapped the massive body of Vengeance down, grateful that he seemed to be unconscious still. This would be much more difficult if he were awake. Taking the opportunity, he also applied some basic first aid from his own medpack to the small cuts and bruises the larger man had sustained.

Now a different question remained. The Visitor surveyed the damage to the medbay as he pinged Jones.

Signs of a struggle, obviously. The usual. Scattered tools, a sheet, gurneys in disarray. What raised questions were the odd singe marks where he had found Triage, and the clear impact point Vengeance had left on the opposite wall.

Triage was strong, but he wasn't that strong.]

... How did he end up over there?...

[medic-guy-triage]

If you say so. Do your thing.

*Triage sat by his desk, watching Visitor strap Vengeance down, he could spot a small twitch of the larger man's hand, but he remained out cold, a rather strange but fortunate thing.

When Visitor raised the question however, Triage's eyes dropped back down to his hands, watching them, and noticing the static feeling again*

During the fight, he knocked me down and tried to stab me with a scalpel, I tried to hold him back as much as possible, because no talking was doing the trick...

Then...all of a sudden, something happened to my body...but for being in the middle of a life or death situation it was all too much, too sudden. I couldn't really perceive much except Venge screaming really loudly before hearing his impact with the wall. And that's when he went out cold.

Ever since, I feel like my arms are...static...but I can't understand what it is...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

Hmm....

[Behind the impassive visor, the Visitor frowned.]

If I may?...

[After getting Triage's "okay", the Visitor lifted the medic's hands, turning them gently, searching for any outward clue as to what happened.]

Hey, A.M.I.E., are you picking anything up?

There is an unusual level of static charge in the air, originating from Julien Jones.

Analysis?

Julien Jones is generating the static electricity. Vengeance Jones' injuries correspond to the effects of a lightning strike. Hypothesis: Julien Jones electrocuted Vengeance Jones.

Don't play with me, you and I both know he never had anything like that.

I do not play, Visitor, I am simply correct, and faster than you.

Remind me to give Sci a good whack on the head later for making you so cheeky.

You wouldn't.

Yeah...

[Strange. He could feel the fizzle of static attempting to interfere with his suit. Since when did Triage have electric powers? He wasn't the God of Thunder...]

As insane as this sounds... it would appear that you tazed him. With some new electric power.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage's head recoiled back in confusion, staring first at his hands and then at Visitor's visor*

What!? Tazed!? Electric power!? Hold on-

*Triage stood up again approaching Vengeance, staring closely at his body. The micro-injuries that peeked from under his clothes seemed to be a much more attenuated version of the ones he had found on his body after Evie had brought him back from the Death Star...and he was also attacked with electricity...*

This is...

*As he extended an hand to try and touch the restrained giant's injuries, he suddenly felt the static become heavier, before a small shock escaped his hand, causing Vengeance's body to jerk and Triage to recoil back with a gasp.*

I have powers.

*He turned to Visitor with a face of pure bewilderment and confusion*

I have powers! I defended myself with powers!

*He put his hands in his hair, walking around*

This is crazy...! I never had this thing...! Why am I only finding out about it now...!?

*He stared at Vengeance, the twitch in his hand returned, and Triage frowned, but he wasn't the issue now.*

I have to understand how I got this, there's too many types of people who have electrical powers...mainly people like Gods and Demi-gods of Thunder and Force Users...I technically have been in contact with both.

*He was both Zeus' husband and Evie's medical professional, what were the chances that one of their powers was...contagious...?*

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't know.

[The Visitor spread his hands helplessly.]

I have no explanation. I can rule out your contact with Evie, though. Force powers are not catching. At least I can tell you what it is not.

[He watched the medic pace back and forth, worried about the bite, but glad that it at least wasn't on his leg. Walking shouldn't do any harm...]

I could call the Scientist. Would you prefer that?

[medic-guy-triage]

Well in that case...

*Triage stopped. He knew him and Scientist were on similar fields, and Scientist was more than able at problem-solving, perhaps he could understand all of this.*

Sure, call Scientist, I can talk to him. All I ask is for you to stay close to Venge. We cannot leave him unsupervised now.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[The Visitor was silent, thanking his visor for hiding his expression now more than ever as he looked down at the floor.]

... He will be safe with me.

[His voice was softer than anticipated...

"Safe" wasn't a word that could rightfully apply to Venge at this moment. Still, at least the Visitor could make sure that Venge wouldn't hurt the people he cared about.

Which of them that "he" referred to was a different headache altogether...]

Visitor to Scientist. Medbay. Stat.

[Jones must be tied up with prep. Best not to interrupt again.]

[the-scientist-fn]

*When Visitor said "Stat"...it had to be stat. Point blank. So it didn't take long for the second big guy of the Seven to pass through the doors of the medbay, the lights of his visor transforming into two dots that mimicked surprised eyes.

Visitor and Triage looked like they had watched a horror movie that said "Inspired by a true story" at the end, but what was worse was the massive semi-truck of Vengeance strapped down onto a table unconscious. The medbay itself was also a mess.*

Either we are roleplaying as IO scientists or something worse happened.

Judging by everything it's the latter.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[The Visitor winced at that particular joke. The Scientist was largely unserious at the best of times, but that comment struck a nerve.]

Not the best time, old friend...

[Sighing, he recentered himself.]

The situation with Vengeance is handled. Triage, however, has need of your expertise. It seems he has suddenly developed lightning capabilities, and I have no insight to offer.

[the-scientist-fn]

Oh- sorry-

*He gingerly walked up to Triage, shaking the embarassment off before taking the medic's hands into his, his visor scanning and looking for clues*

Hmm...interesting, it's a recent thing, surely, otherwise you'd have signs on your hands. Scars, wrinkles, spots...the stuff an immortal, non-godly man gets when you have something that's not in your DNA!

*He raised his gaze to the medic's face, running a quick scan to gather all info

Name: Julien Jones

Alias(es): Triage Trooper, Triage

Age: ??? (immortal)

Relationships: Married to Zeus. Now widower following death of spouse---

Ohh..bingo.*

You had a fling with the King of Olympus and got to marry him. Is my scan correct?

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage had been hoping he had his field gear on and not his casual clothing, first because he wished he has been more protected from Vengeance's wrath...now because he knew he couldn't hide the terrible blush that had overtaken his face.*

...yeah. Could have been more discreet about that.

[the-scientist-fn]

HEY there's nothing wrong with smooching someone others don't like!! Foundation is still iffy about Paradigm! And look at me, having a little digital her on my gear!

*He pressed a button, and from the screens on his forearm a tiny hologram of a chibi Paradigm popped up, jumping happily and sending a lil kiss to Scientist.*

D'awww I love you too, darling!! Mmmm-

*The kiss he was about to give was stopped by the gazes of the other two men in the room looking at him with puzzled faces*

I'm sidetracking. On purpose tho! Smile therapy.

Anyways.

*He held Triage's hands back up*

You, sir have done something that wasn't of everyone, you made Zeus chill down. He chose to live with you instead of going for the next thing that breathed next to you. He truly loved you and you truly loved him.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage tilted his head, the man was...very prone to derailing the subject...and the whole talk about Zeus was making little to no sense.*

So...what does Zeus have to do with this? Were his powers some contagious thing?

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

[medic-guy-triage]

*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't have much time. You are going to sit down and stay still. That patchup is not as strong as you need.

[His voice was stern. He would accept no assistance from the injured medic.

The Visitor knew well how these restraints operated.

Almost mechanically, he strapped the massive body of Vengeance down, grateful that he seemed to be unconscious still. This would be much more difficult if he were awake. Taking the opportunity, he also applied some basic first aid from his own medpack to the small cuts and bruises the larger man had sustained.

Now a different question remained. The Visitor surveyed the damage to the medbay as he pinged Jones.

Signs of a struggle, obviously. The usual. Scattered tools, a sheet, gurneys in disarray. What raised questions were the odd singe marks where he had found Triage, and the clear impact point Vengeance had left on the opposite wall.

Triage was strong, but he wasn't that strong.]

... How did he end up over there?...

[medic-guy-triage]

If you say so. Do your thing.

*Triage sat by his desk, watching Visitor strap Vengeance down, he could spot a small twitch of the larger man's hand, but he remained out cold, a rather strange but fortunate thing.

When Visitor raised the question however, Triage's eyes dropped back down to his hands, watching them, and noticing the static feeling again*

During the fight, he knocked me down and tried to stab me with a scalpel, I tried to hold him back as much as possible, because no talking was doing the trick...

Then...all of a sudden, something happened to my body...but for being in the middle of a life or death situation it was all too much, too sudden. I couldn't really perceive much except Venge screaming really loudly before hearing his impact with the wall. And that's when he went out cold.

Ever since, I feel like my arms are...static...but I can't understand what it is...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

Hmm....

[Behind the impassive visor, the Visitor frowned.]

If I may?...

[After getting Triage's "okay", the Visitor lifted the medic's hands, turning them gently, searching for any outward clue as to what happened.]

Hey, A.M.I.E., are you picking anything up?

There is an unusual level of static charge in the air, originating from Julien Jones.

Analysis?

Julien Jones is generating the static electricity. Vengeance Jones' injuries correspond to the effects of a lightning strike. Hypothesis: Julien Jones electrocuted Vengeance Jones.

Don't play with me, you and I both know he never had anything like that.

I do not play, Visitor, I am simply correct, and faster than you.

Remind me to give Sci a good whack on the head later for making you so cheeky.

You wouldn't.

Yeah...

[Strange. He could feel the fizzle of static attempting to interfere with his suit. Since when did Triage have electric powers? He wasn't the God of Thunder...]

As insane as this sounds... it would appear that you tazed him. With some new electric power.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage's head recoiled back in confusion, staring first at his hands and then at Visitor's visor*

What!? Tazed!? Electric power!? Hold on-

*Triage stood up again approaching Vengeance, staring closely at his body. The micro-injuries that peeked from under his clothes seemed to be a much more attenuated version of the ones he had found on his body after Evie had brought him back from the Death Star...and he was also attacked with electricity...*

This is...

*As he extended an hand to try and touch the restrained giant's injuries, he suddenly felt the static become heavier, before a small shock escaped his hand, causing Vengeance's body to jerk and Triage to recoil back with a gasp.*

I have powers.

*He turned to Visitor with a face of pure bewilderment and confusion*

I have powers! I defended myself with powers!

*He put his hands in his hair, walking around*

This is crazy...! I never had this thing...! Why am I only finding out about it now...!?

*He stared at Vengeance, the twitch in his hand returned, and Triage frowned, but he wasn't the issue now.*

I have to understand how I got this, there's too many types of people who have electrical powers...mainly people like Gods and Demi-gods of Thunder and Force Users...I technically have been in contact with both.

*He was both Zeus' husband and Evie's medical professional, what were the chances that one of their powers was...contagious...?*

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't know.

[The Visitor spread his hands helplessly.]

I have no explanation. I can rule out your contact with Evie, though. Force powers are not catching. At least I can tell you what it is not.

[He watched the medic pace back and forth, worried about the bite, but glad that it at least wasn't on his leg. Walking shouldn't do any harm...]

I could call the Scientist. Would you prefer that?

[medic-guy-triage]

Well in that case...

*Triage stopped. He knew him and Scientist were on similar fields, and Scientist was more than able at problem-solving, perhaps he could understand all of this.*

Sure, call Scientist, I can talk to him. All I ask is for you to stay close to Venge. We cannot leave him unsupervised now.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[The Visitor was silent, thanking his visor for hiding his expression now more than ever as he looked down at the floor.]

... He will be safe with me.

[His voice was softer than anticipated...

"Safe" wasn't a word that could rightfully apply to Venge at this moment. Still, at least the Visitor could make sure that Venge wouldn't hurt the people he cared about.

Which of them that "he" referred to was a different headache altogether...]

Visitor to Scientist. Medbay. Stat.

[Jones must be tied up with prep. Best not to interrupt again.]

[the-scientist-fn]

*When Visitor said "Stat"...it had to be stat. Point blank. So it didn't take long for the second big guy of the Seven to pass through the doors of the medbay, the lights of his visor transforming into two dots that mimicked surprised eyes.

Visitor and Triage looked like they had watched a horror movie that said "Inspired by a true story" at the end, but what was worse was the massive semi-truck of Vengeance strapped down onto a table unconscious. The medbay itself was also a mess.*

Either we are roleplaying as IO scientists or something worse happened.

Judging by everything it's the latter.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[The Visitor winced at that particular joke. The Scientist was largely unserious at the best of times, but that comment struck a nerve.]

Not the best time, old friend...

[Sighing, he recentered himself.]

The situation with Vengeance is handled. Triage, however, has need of your expertise. It seems he has suddenly developed lightning capabilities, and I have no insight to offer.

[the-scientist-fn]

Oh- sorry-

*He gingerly walked up to Triage, shaking the embarassment off before taking the medic's hands into his, his visor scanning and looking for clues*

Hmm...interesting, it's a recent thing, surely, otherwise you'd have signs on your hands. Scars, wrinkles, spots...the stuff an immortal, non-godly man gets when you have something that's not in your DNA!

*He raised his gaze to the medic's face, running a quick scan to gather all info

Name: Julien Jones

Alias(es): Triage Trooper, Triage

Age: ??? (immortal)

Relationships: Married to Zeus. Now widower following death of spouse---

Ohh..bingo.*

You had a fling with the King of Olympus and got to marry him. Is my scan correct?

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage had been hoping he had his field gear on and not his casual clothing, first because he wished he has been more protected from Vengeance's wrath...now because he knew he couldn't hide the terrible blush that had overtaken his face.*

...yeah. Could have been more discreet about that.

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

[medic-guy-triage]

*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't have much time. You are going to sit down and stay still. That patchup is not as strong as you need.

[His voice was stern. He would accept no assistance from the injured medic.

The Visitor knew well how these restraints operated.

Almost mechanically, he strapped the massive body of Vengeance down, grateful that he seemed to be unconscious still. This would be much more difficult if he were awake. Taking the opportunity, he also applied some basic first aid from his own medpack to the small cuts and bruises the larger man had sustained.

Now a different question remained. The Visitor surveyed the damage to the medbay as he pinged Jones.

Signs of a struggle, obviously. The usual. Scattered tools, a sheet, gurneys in disarray. What raised questions were the odd singe marks where he had found Triage, and the clear impact point Vengeance had left on the opposite wall.

Triage was strong, but he wasn't that strong.]

... How did he end up over there?...

[medic-guy-triage]

If you say so. Do your thing.

*Triage sat by his desk, watching Visitor strap Vengeance down, he could spot a small twitch of the larger man's hand, but he remained out cold, a rather strange but fortunate thing.

When Visitor raised the question however, Triage's eyes dropped back down to his hands, watching them, and noticing the static feeling again*

During the fight, he knocked me down and tried to stab me with a scalpel, I tried to hold him back as much as possible, because no talking was doing the trick...

Then...all of a sudden, something happened to my body...but for being in the middle of a life or death situation it was all too much, too sudden. I couldn't really perceive much except Venge screaming really loudly before hearing his impact with the wall. And that's when he went out cold.

Ever since, I feel like my arms are...static...but I can't understand what it is...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

Hmm....

[Behind the impassive visor, the Visitor frowned.]

If I may?...

[After getting Triage's "okay", the Visitor lifted the medic's hands, turning them gently, searching for any outward clue as to what happened.]

Hey, A.M.I.E., are you picking anything up?

There is an unusual level of static charge in the air, originating from Julien Jones.

Analysis?

Julien Jones is generating the static electricity. Vengeance Jones' injuries correspond to the effects of a lightning strike. Hypothesis: Julien Jones electrocuted Vengeance Jones.

Don't play with me, you and I both know he never had anything like that.

I do not play, Visitor, I am simply correct, and faster than you.

Remind me to give Sci a good whack on the head later for making you so cheeky.

You wouldn't.

Yeah...

[Strange. He could feel the fizzle of static attempting to interfere with his suit. Since when did Triage have electric powers? He wasn't the God of Thunder...]

As insane as this sounds... it would appear that you tazed him. With some new electric power.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage's head recoiled back in confusion, staring first at his hands and then at Visitor's visor*

What!? Tazed!? Electric power!? Hold on-

*Triage stood up again approaching Vengeance, staring closely at his body. The micro-injuries that peeked from under his clothes seemed to be a much more attenuated version of the ones he had found on his body after Evie had brought him back from the Death Star...and he was also attacked with electricity...*

This is...

*As he extended an hand to try and touch the restrained giant's injuries, he suddenly felt the static become heavier, before a small shock escaped his hand, causing Vengeance's body to jerk and Triage to recoil back with a gasp.*

I have powers.

*He turned to Visitor with a face of pure bewilderment and confusion*

I have powers! I defended myself with powers!

*He put his hands in his hair, walking around*

This is crazy...! I never had this thing...! Why am I only finding out about it now...!?

*He stared at Vengeance, the twitch in his hand returned, and Triage frowned, but he wasn't the issue now.*

I have to understand how I got this, there's too many types of people who have electrical powers...mainly people like Gods and Demi-gods of Thunder and Force Users...I technically have been in contact with both.

*He was both Zeus' husband and Evie's medical professional, what were the chances that one of their powers was...contagious...?*

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't know.

[The Visitor spread his hands helplessly.]

I have no explanation. I can rule out your contact with Evie, though. Force powers are not catching. At least I can tell you what it is not.

[He watched the medic pace back and forth, worried about the bite, but glad that it at least wasn't on his leg. Walking shouldn't do any harm...]

I could call the Scientist. Would you prefer that?

[medic-guy-triage]

Well in that case...

*Triage stopped. He knew him and Scientist were on similar fields, and Scientist was more than able at problem-solving, perhaps he could understand all of this.*

Sure, call Scientist, I can talk to him. All I ask is for you to stay close to Venge. We cannot leave him unsupervised now.

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

[medic-guy-triage]

*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't have much time. You are going to sit down and stay still. That patchup is not as strong as you need.

[His voice was stern. He would accept no assistance from the injured medic.

The Visitor knew well how these restraints operated.

Almost mechanically, he strapped the massive body of Vengeance down, grateful that he seemed to be unconscious still. This would be much more difficult if he were awake. Taking the opportunity, he also applied some basic first aid from his own medpack to the small cuts and bruises the larger man had sustained.

Now a different question remained. The Visitor surveyed the damage to the medbay as he pinged Jones.

Signs of a struggle, obviously. The usual. Scattered tools, a sheet, gurneys in disarray. What raised questions were the odd singe marks where he had found Triage, and the clear impact point Vengeance had left on the opposite wall.

Triage was strong, but he wasn't that strong.]

... How did he end up over there?...

[medic-guy-triage]

If you say so. Do your thing.

*Triage sat by his desk, watching Visitor strap Vengeance down, he could spot a small twitch of the larger man's hand, but he remained out cold, a rather strange but fortunate thing.

When Visitor raised the question however, Triage's eyes dropped back down to his hands, watching them, and noticing the static feeling again*

During the fight, he knocked me down and tried to stab me with a scalpel, I tried to hold him back as much as possible, because no talking was doing the trick...

Then...all of a sudden, something happened to my body...but for being in the middle of a life or death situation it was all too much, too sudden. I couldn't really perceive much except Venge screaming really loudly before hearing his impact with the wall. And that's when he went out cold.

Ever since, I feel like my arms are...static...but I can't understand what it is...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

Hmm....

[Behind the impassive visor, the Visitor frowned.]

If I may?...

[After getting Triage's "okay", the Visitor lifted the medic's hands, turning them gently, searching for any outward clue as to what happened.]

Hey, A.M.I.E., are you picking anything up?

There is an unusual level of static charge in the air, originating from Julien Jones.

Analysis?

Julien Jones is generating the static electricity. Vengeance Jones' injuries correspond to the effects of a lightning strike. Hypothesis: Julien Jones electrocuted Vengeance Jones.

Don't play with me, you and I both know he never had anything like that.

I do not play, Visitor, I am simply correct, and faster than you.

Remind me to give Sci a good whack on the head later for making you so cheeky.

You wouldn't.

Yeah...

[Strange. He could feel the fizzle of static attempting to interfere with his suit. Since when did Triage have electric powers? He wasn't the God of Thunder...]

As insane as this sounds... it would appear that you tazed him. With some new electric power.

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage's head recoiled back in confusion, staring first at his hands and then at Visitor's visor*

What!? Tazed!? Electric power!? Hold on-

*Triage stood up again approaching Vengeance, staring closely at his body. The micro-injuries that peeked from under his clothes seemed to be a much more attenuated version of the ones he had found on his body after Evie had brought him back from the Death Star...and he was also attacked with electricity...*

This is...

*As he extended an hand to try and touch the restrained giant's injuries, he suddenly felt the static become heavier, before a small shock escaped his hand, causing Vengeance's body to jerk and Triage to recoil back with a gasp.*

I have powers.

*He turned to Visitor with a face of pure bewilderment and confusion*

I have powers! I defended myself with powers!

*He put his hands in his hair, walking around*

This is crazy...! I never had this thing...! Why am I only finding out about it now...!?

*He stared at Vengeance, the twitch in his hand returned, and Triage frowned, but he wasn't the issue now.*

I have to understand how I got this, there's too many types of people who have electrical powers...mainly people like Gods and Demi-gods of Thunder and Force Users...I technically have been in contact with both.

*He was both Zeus' husband and Evie's medical professional, what were the chances that one of their powers was...contagious...?*

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

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*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

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[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

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*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

I don't have much time. You are going to sit down and stay still. That patchup is not as strong as you need.

[His voice was stern. He would accept no assistance from the injured medic.

The Visitor knew well how these restraints operated.

Almost mechanically, he strapped the massive body of Vengeance down, grateful that he seemed to be unconscious still. This would be much more difficult if he were awake. Taking the opportunity, he also applied some basic first aid from his own medpack to the small cuts and bruises the larger man had sustained.

Now a different question remained. The Visitor surveyed the damage to the medbay as he pinged Jones.

Signs of a struggle, obviously. The usual. Scattered tools, a sheet, gurneys in disarray. What raised questions were the odd singe marks where he had found Triage, and the clear impact point Vengeance had left on the opposite wall.

Triage was strong, but he wasn't that strong.]

... How did he end up over there?...

[medic-guy-triage]

If you say so. Do your thing.

*Triage sat by his desk, watching Visitor strap Vengeance down, he could spot a small twitch of the larger man's hand, but he remained out cold, a rather strange but fortunate thing.

When Visitor raised the question however, Triage's eyes dropped back down to his hands, watching them, and noticing the static feeling again*

During the fight, he knocked me down and tried to stab me with a scalpel, I tried to hold him back as much as possible, because no talking was doing the trick...

Then...all of a sudden, something happened to my body...but for being in the middle of a life or death situation it was all too much, too sudden. I couldn't really perceive much except Venge screaming really loudly before hearing his impact with the wall. And that's when he went out cold.

Ever since, I feel like my arms are...static...but I can't understand what it is...

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[This was humiliating. He had calculated for the possible risks of temporal exposure, but hadn't expected this outcome...]

We all have our strengths. A.M.I.E. happens to have my back to cover what I don't know, and I'm good at following instructions.

[One of his few skills...

At least Triage didn't seem to be offended. What the hell was that?! He wasn't supposed to let himself be that close and familiar with his old friends!

Triage... he was special, though. The man had saved him more times than he could count, and to see him almost killed, by Vengeance Jones no less... and it was the Visitor's fault...

Blindly slamming the door of the cabinet he'd been rifling through, the Visitor held up the more effective restraints he knew the medic kept on hand. His voice modulated a flat tone.]

I can restrain him while your Commander decides what to do with him. He'll likely go feral over it, but it's better than letting him run rampant. Certainly better than you getting yourself killed.

[Killed over a lost cause like this... He couldn't let that happen.]

[medic-guy-triage]

*He eyed the restraints, normally he'd be against using them on a patient, but this situation had touched rock bottom, either they took away the ability to attack from Vengeance...

Or he would have taken their organs out of their bodies.*

I can help you set the restraints on while he's unconscious, but we must be as quick as possible, if he wakes up and sees you holding them he will put up an even worse fight. Then, if Jones is available, we'll explain what happened and the gravity of the situation. I'm sure he'll come up with something.

*he almost wanted to add the adjective "ethical", but stopped himself from accidental...morally gray implications. He shook his head, eyeing Vengeance again, the man's chest rising and falling with his breath.*

Cmon, we probably don't have much time, we can either strap him to the table itself or just restrain his limbs...mouth too if you find it necessary.

[medic-guy-triage]

[The portal to Jones' old reality was complete, but no matter how good he or A.M.I.E. were, they were not medical professionals up to date on Jones' and Evie's physical health. Nor should they be, as that was private information. But they did have a professional on board, and the Visitor knew he could be trusted implicitly.

Carrying the data from the portal with him, hoping to make sure the two would suffer no ill effects, the Visitor ascended the stairs to the medbay, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Triage was bleeding, and was staring at his hands in what appeared to be shock. Vengeance Jones had apparently been thrown across the room, and was slumped unconscious against the far wall.

Data forgotten, the Visitor rushed to Triage, a sick feeling suddenly gripping his stomach.]

Triage! What the hell happened?!

[Not him. Of all people, not him... The Visitor desperately searched for the source of the bleeding.]

Come on, Triage, say something!

*Triage kept staring at his hands, his mind rushing with thoughts. Had he been too harsh on Venge? Had he accidentally say something wrong? But most importantly...what had he done to him!? Where did that shock come from!?

The sudden, desperate modulated voice reaching his hear made the medic jump, quickly turning to face the Visitor, his ears ignoring a small electric buzz escaping in the air.*

Vis- I- Gosh you're here! Someone's here-! I-I-...

*He looked down at his own body, trying to make sense of all the injuries, before looking back at Vengeance.*

Vengeance he-he broke! His mind broke! And he-he was scared so I tried to reassure him but idk what I did wrong and he suddenly-!!

*Shut it. Too quick. Too vague. It would freak Visitor out more than what the scene was clearly doing. The medic put his hands over his face, taking a deep breath.*

Just...please help me see if he's okay...I'll explain it while we work this out...

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Found it. A bite mark. A very bad bite mark.]

Scanning... Scan complete. Severe damage to forearm, marks corresponding to human teeth present. Signs of a struggle are present. Victim: Julien Jones, seemingly in extreme shock. I can provide you with the standard emergency treatment, Visitor.

Do it.

[The ensuing flood of information distracted the Visitor just enough to not give in to nausea. Almost enough to not notice the strange interference in his helmet's interface. Concentrating, he shook his head, scooping the medic up and heading to the closest bed.]

Sit. I'll make sure he's not dead, at least. But then you're getting patched up. And you're not going to fight me on it.

[His tone brooked no argument. With that settled, the Visitor approached the limp body of Vengeance, his visor informing him that the man was breathing before he could take a pulse.]

Broken... Why?... I-... That never happened before...

You are referring to before you traveled back?

... Yeah.

Diverging events are to be expected, but a mind break out of the blue is statistically unlikely. I will run an analysis.

Thanks, A.M.I.E..

[He wasn't too injured, certainly not as much as Triage. The medic took priority. The Visitor moved to collect the implements his visor HUD listed.]

Take some deep breaths, and try to tell me what happened.

[The modulator sounded much calmer than he actually was...]

[medic-guy-triage]

*Triage sat on the bed, obviously not putting up a fight to what Visitor demanded.*

Don't worry...you don't have to fear about me rejecting treatment.

*He looked at the floor, trying to set his thoughts in order again, before taking a deep breath, hissing at a few scratches stretching along his skin.*

Vengeance. He has a mechanism in mind. When something badly traumatic happens or he thinks will happen, his mind tries to makie him cope by putting away every memory of what's related to that traumatic memory...but when it happens...he fights it and well...you can see the result yourself...

*One of his hands moved forward, gesturing to Vengeance's massive form on the floor*

He doesn't remember any of us, or anything about this place...for some reason we don't know...he disappeared for a few days and someone had to bring him home when he was already broken...

*His eyes wandered to the severe bite mark, which still bled freely.*

He's volatile, scared...I was cleaning some tools and he thought I wanted to do something on him, I tried to reassure him...he wouldn't listen and...

*His hands went back to his face, as if to choke a fresh sting in his eyes that was threatening to make him spill tears.*

He tried to kill me, Vis. He tried to fucking kill me.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[Stay calm... Stay calm, dammit!...

The Visitor gripped an IV drip stand for support, trying not to visibly wobble as Triage explained what he knew so well.

Triage almost died... Vengeance tried to kill him... This was all so wrong. He'd never snapped like this...

Focus. Triage needs help. You have to help him.

Clean the wound. Disinfect. Pretend your hands aren't shaking. Stop the bleeding. Breathe. Bind the wound. Stop. Stop...

His body ignored him, one arm circling the medic gently, a sheltering embrace. He'd never been the shelter before...]

I'm sorry... I-I don't know exactly what's... gotten into me...

You are exhibiting an unusually heightened amount of emotion under duress, Visitor.

Shut the hell up...

[Was it an apology for this incident? Or a little bit of repayment for everything the medic had done for him, whether or not he remembered?

Whatever it was, the Visitor forced himself to let go, trying to move past it and pick up Vengeance, laying him out on a table.]

He seems to be a little concussed, not much else...

[medic-guy-triage]

*He watched as Visitor tended to his wound with a skill that didn't feel like the man had studied to possess, but rather like something he had learned by observing. No matter what the process of acknowledgement was, Triage couldn't help but admire the man's working hands.*

You have a great hand at this. I suppose you are the first aid man for the Seven? They must be in good care with you.

*The arm that circled him into an embrace was definetely a surprise for the medic, considering he had never seen Visitor initiating such close contact, but honestly, that embrace was doing wonders for Triage, grounding him again as he repayed the hug, his mind finally setting in place again, now realizing a soft trembling coming from Visitor's body. He spoke softly hoping the other man could calm down.*

Hey...it's okay, you can do this with me. I don't mind it.

*He then stood up once Visitor had placed Vengeance on the table, the big man's calm, sleeping face being the whole opposite of the full rage and hatred that reddened his eyes and creased his face during the fight.

He wished to say this wasn't him, but that'd be a lie. A bad lie. For everyone. This wasn't a demonic guest, or the result of a vile galactic manipulation...This was Vengeance Jones. Pure, Unfiltered, Malicious Vengeance Jones. This was the man's true nature, and a mind break could always make it surface again, the monster Vengeance was so afraid of showing, finally making its way out in a moment of low guard. And that monster was no other than Vengeance himself. Nobody could deny it. No matter how much they all loved him, he was still capable of turning against them. And bring them harm.

Triage softly caressed Vengeance's hair as he laid limp on the table, barely fitting. The medic's soft smile he had ever since Visitor's hug now becoming a little bitter.*

At last you show me your true colors, eh Vengeance?

*It wasn't a statement said with anger or sadness, just worry, and a small amount of guilt deep in his chest. If only he had been there with him when he needed him most.

A sigh escaped his chest as he looked at Visitor, his hand not leaving Venge's head*

If he attacked me, he'll attack everyone here, You, the other Seven, everyone who's at the Blimp at the moment...we're clearly not safe with him around.

We have to find a way to bring him somewhere where he doesn't feel the need to fight. Somewhere where's he feels out of danger...