Brilliant, Eccentric, and Sarcastic Mastermind

But you may call me The Scientist

[the-scientist-fn]

Testing...testing- just kidding. No need to test a social media website.

Hello everyone, it is I, The Scientist! Presumed dead, handsome, eccentric, brilliant and awesome member of The Seven and lucky husband of the prettiest woman ever, Paradigm (which i don't know the where-abouts of.)

Anyways, here with me is also my trusty Artificial Machine Intelligence Engine, A.M.I.E.

"Hello!"

If you ever hear her calling me "daddy", she never did. Anyways, now I must find back my teammates so we shall see eachother around! Hopefully not to beat eachother up because we're enemies.

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TAGS:

#-scientists logs- -> posts

#-incoming communication- -> reblogs

#-a nice talk with the science man- -> asks

#-a.m.i.e. interjects- -> anything that features A.M.I.E.

#lucysays: -> ooc posts/reblogs

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HEADCANONS:

-> Scientist is straight and uses He/Him pronouns

-> He's married to Paradigm (and YEARNS for her)

-> He's the Seven's engineer and creator of A.M.I.E, highly considers himself the Mastermind of the team and a very brilliant mind

-> He's HEAVILY sarcastic, almost no sentence that comes from him doesn't end without a sarcastic remark, he acknowledges this and doesn't intend to change it.

-> If you like Scientist in a way that's too affectionate, just make sure A.M.I.E's microphone can't reach ya...aight?

->Yes, this is the original scientist! How did he survive the chrome? No one knows.

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When something is writted between [--], it means it's ooc!

Mun is 18, tho 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]

[the-scientist-fn]

"WHO DARED TO SAY THEY WOULDN'T TRUST ME MAKING THEM A COFFEE"

AMIE, please this is my blog can I start the posts?

"NO!!!!!!! I need to find the culprit so I can write insults on the foam"

Okay.

[the-scientist-fn]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn needed answers. Namely, about the sudden importance of one John Jones. He was one of a million, quite literally. Not to mention a jokester andmid level fighter (at best), with his main skills being the ability to take extreme amounts of punishment without going down, and an over-healthy dose of luck.]

[So why... why did everyone seem to think he was so important!?]

Scientist. A word, if I may.

[Scientist had always been the most dismissive of Jones, of the Seven. If he didn't know what the deal was with his newfound popularity, Visitor doubted that anyone would.]

*Scientist looked up from fixing one of his leg prostethics, which seemed to have little progression considering it sparked lively at times. Supporting his body was a spare one given by Triage as placeholder.*

Oh! Ah, Vis you know you can always have more than one word! Even if that's usually all you can muster up...

*He attempted checking for any sign of emotion in the other man's visor, only getting slow led animations in return.*

Well- what do you need?

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor folded his arms.]

With my Seven, Jones was... nothing too terribly special. No offense to the man at all, but he was generally seen as a bit of a joke.

From how I have seen you interact with him, I surmised that it must be similar in this timeline as well. So...

Why is it that now, as he lies recovering in a coma, dies it seem as though the island acts that it cannot go on without him? Why is it that every person I talk to only asks after Jones, how he is faring, when he will get better? Why is he now considered so important?

[the-scientist-fn]

*ohhhhh he also wanted to uncover the mystery behind the ding dong's fame!! Oh they had so much in common...Scientist could almost shed a tear but he never enjoyed the feeling of his visor being damp*

Well, you came to the right guy. I actually studied a little his current background and...

*Limping towards a screen, Scientist typed away on the keyboard, tons of files showing up infront of them*

You know the Reality Warriors, right? Well he assembled them while me and the other Seven were out of commission, he and this young lady that follows him around called Hope.

*A file with an image of Hope pops up*

He's a charismatic man with handsome features, a crazy hero complex and enviable luck, it's easy to be swooned by his talks about positivity and saving the world with the power of will. And so in the span of not even a few months...three people approached him...

his now partner Evelynn Claire Yasunaga, alias Evie;

*a file appeared on the screen*

Lord Megalo Don of the Wasteland;

*another file*

Johnathan Rising Re Vengeance Dawnof Justice Jones-

alias...Vengeance...

*another file*

And so on, so forth, people began coming and going.

*He turned away from the screen*

Out of all members there's also allies like a team of youngsters called "Supernovas" and real important people like The Empress of the River Guard and the Golden King, Midas. However the first I listed are known go be kind of...a core, with Jones as the pillar. Without him, they feel lost and panic, and it spreads along the team like jam on a warm sandwich for breakfast, especially among the mentally weak ones...

*He gave Visitor a look*

You may understand where i'm going.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

Amazing. An incredibly efficient, yet loquacious summary of information I was already aware of. You have done it once again, Scientist.

[Lucky for him, Scientist tended to find his sardonic comments amusing.]

That only tells us that people have gathered around him. It does not say why, even with your hypothesis. It takes more than sheer charisma and a do-good attitude to become the focal point of a movement. It takes action. It takes a demonstration of those ideals.

[the-scientist-fn]

Well then you may wanna see THIS!

*Turning to the computer again, new files began sweeping the already present ones out of the way, mission files, most if not all with one verdict...Successful*

This guy's traits do have a demonstration that they work! And not only that! He's proven his charisma attracted highly skilled warriors, intelligent beings experts in strategy, literal human nuclear weapons! These guys still won even when they lost! They did crazy things like blow up the Death Star!!! They called on 100+ realities to usurp the Demon King!!

Do you understand the craziness this guy was able to create just with sheer hero complex and bad quips? Could you imagine how powerful we'd be if the Seven were all here? If we were all one team?

*He turned to Visitor*

We changed the course of your events, Visitor. Thanks to a plan schemed by this guy. A regular blondie with lucky coins. We lost and won at the same time, even at the cost of losing Foundation and sending him in a coma because of...I don't know!

And he has snapshots with this same abilities...ohhhh if only I could study them! I could collect them all! Starting by the fattie...

My own army at my command....

*He clenched his fists before snapping out of his mad scientist day dreams and clearing his throat*

So yeah. There's proof that his white-boy charm actually does awesome things.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[It was true, Jones' success rate was... staggering. Especially paired with that girl, Hope. Together, they had defeated literal deities, Victor Von Doom, demons, monsters, empires, and successfully challenged fate itself...]

I think you may be missing a piece. Yes Jones has accomplished much. And he seems to be the axis upon which this team turns. But in every victory, he has not been alone.

[He pointed to Hope's picture on the board.]

It has been her and him. Together. Every time. The only failure he has had was when he was seperated from her, and they operated independently.

What part does Hope play in these constant victories?

[the-scientist-fn]

Wait you're right!

*He skimmed through files again, looking for all sentences where the girl's name would be present. Ever sentence turned itself to be more interesting than the last*

Apparently she has...a power...she can see in the future...visions represented through the use of a brush...She's an artist.

She's not warrior per se, but she is backed up by someone, something. And she has a gift. Apparently she was able to predict the enemy's plans with her visions. And Jones could scheme a counter-attack...these are all counter-attacks! They don't attack, they defend!

*And then it clicked...they had lost this time...Hope had trouble with her visions, and they had lost...*

This time we lost because the girl was having trouble with her visions! And she stayed behind! The Ice King wasn't a step ahead we were on the same level! We just were blind!

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor hummed at that assessment, but remained looking at the board.]

So even with Jones incapacitated, Hope may still have the answers the Reality Warriors need about what is to come...

[The last thing he needed was Hope finding out about his betrayal early. He would have to resort to plan B, and the ensuing fight would take more of his precious time than he preferred. He would have to get on her good side... or eliminate her, as well.]

Thank you, Scientist. You have proven to be capable once more, in your own way.

[the-scientist-fn]

*Scientist shrugged*

As long as she has a vision. Though she is struggling right now so- They're effectively blinded until she has one.

*Scientist chuckled, tapping his head*

Ahh, the Seven would be nothing without my genius let me tell ya! You're lucky to have me!

[the-scientist-fn]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn needed answers. Namely, about the sudden importance of one John Jones. He was one of a million, quite literally. Not to mention a jokester andmid level fighter (at best), with his main skills being the ability to take extreme amounts of punishment without going down, and an over-healthy dose of luck.]

[So why... why did everyone seem to think he was so important!?]

Scientist. A word, if I may.

[Scientist had always been the most dismissive of Jones, of the Seven. If he didn't know what the deal was with his newfound popularity, Visitor doubted that anyone would.]

*Scientist looked up from fixing one of his leg prostethics, which seemed to have little progression considering it sparked lively at times. Supporting his body was a spare one given by Triage as placeholder.*

Oh! Ah, Vis you know you can always have more than one word! Even if that's usually all you can muster up...

*He attempted checking for any sign of emotion in the other man's visor, only getting slow led animations in return.*

Well- what do you need?

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor folded his arms.]

With my Seven, Jones was... nothing too terribly special. No offense to the man at all, but he was generally seen as a bit of a joke.

From how I have seen you interact with him, I surmised that it must be similar in this timeline as well. So...

Why is it that now, as he lies recovering in a coma, dies it seem as though the island acts that it cannot go on without him? Why is it that every person I talk to only asks after Jones, how he is faring, when he will get better? Why is he now considered so important?

[the-scientist-fn]

*ohhhhh he also wanted to uncover the mystery behind the ding dong's fame!! Oh they had so much in common...Scientist could almost shed a tear but he never enjoyed the feeling of his visor being damp*

Well, you came to the right guy. I actually studied a little his current background and...

*Limping towards a screen, Scientist typed away on the keyboard, tons of files showing up infront of them*

You know the Reality Warriors, right? Well he assembled them while me and the other Seven were out of commission, he and this young lady that follows him around called Hope.

*A file with an image of Hope pops up*

He's a charismatic man with handsome features, a crazy hero complex and enviable luck, it's easy to be swooned by his talks about positivity and saving the world with the power of will. And so in the span of not even a few months...three people approached him...

his now partner Evelynn Claire Yasunaga, alias Evie;

*a file appeared on the screen*

Lord Megalo Don of the Wasteland;

*another file*

Johnathan Rising Re Vengeance Dawnof Justice Jones-

alias...Vengeance...

*another file*

And so on, so forth, people began coming and going.

*He turned away from the screen*

Out of all members there's also allies like a team of youngsters called "Supernovas" and real important people like The Empress of the River Guard and the Golden King, Midas. However the first I listed are known go be kind of...a core, with Jones as the pillar. Without him, they feel lost and panic, and it spreads along the team like jam on a warm sandwich for breakfast, especially among the mentally weak ones...

*He gave Visitor a look*

You may understand where i'm going.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

Amazing. An incredibly efficient, yet loquacious summary of information I was already aware of. You have done it once again, Scientist.

[Lucky for him, Scientist tended to find his sardonic comments amusing.]

That only tells us that people have gathered around him. It does not say why, even with your hypothesis. It takes more than sheer charisma and a do-good attitude to become the focal point of a movement. It takes action. It takes a demonstration of those ideals.

[the-scientist-fn]

Well then you may wanna see THIS!

*Turning to the computer again, new files began sweeping the already present ones out of the way, mission files, most if not all with one verdict...Successful*

This guy's traits do have a demonstration that they work! And not only that! He's proven his charisma attracted highly skilled warriors, intelligent beings experts in strategy, literal human nuclear weapons! These guys still won even when they lost! They did crazy things like blow up the Death Star!!! They called on 100+ realities to usurp the Demon King!!

Do you understand the craziness this guy was able to create just with sheer hero complex and bad quips? Could you imagine how powerful we'd be if the Seven were all here? If we were all one team?

*He turned to Visitor*

We changed the course of your events, Visitor. Thanks to a plan schemed by this guy. A regular blondie with lucky coins. We lost and won at the same time, even at the cost of losing Foundation and sending him in a coma because of...I don't know!

And he has snapshots with this same abilities...ohhhh if only I could study them! I could collect them all! Starting by the fattie...

My own army at my command....

*He clenched his fists before snapping out of his mad scientist day dreams and clearing his throat*

So yeah. There's proof that his white-boy charm actually does awesome things.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[It was true, Jones' success rate was... staggering. Especially paired with that girl, Hope. Together, they had defeated literal deities, Victor Von Doom, demons, monsters, empires, and successfully challenged fate itself...]

I think you may be missing a piece. Yes Jones has accomplished much. And he seems to be the axis upon which this team turns. But in every victory, he has not been alone.

[He pointed to Hope's picture on the board.]

It has been her and him. Together. Every time. The only failure he has had was when he was seperated from her, and they operated independently.

What part does Hope play in these constant victories?

[the-scientist-fn]

Wait you're right!

*He skimmed through files again, looking for all sentences where the girl's name would be present. Ever sentence turned itself to be more interesting than the last*

Apparently she has...a power...she can see in the future...visions represented through the use of a brush...She's an artist.

She's not warrior per se, but she is backed up by someone, something. And she has a gift. Apparently she was able to predict the enemy's plans with her visions. And Jones could scheme a counter-attack...these are all counter-attacks! They don't attack, they defend!

*And then it clicked...they had lost this time...Hope had trouble with her visions, and they had lost...*

This time we lost because the girl was having trouble with her visions! And she stayed behind! The Ice King wasn't a step ahead we were on the same level! We just were blind!

[the-scientist-fn]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn needed answers. Namely, about the sudden importance of one John Jones. He was one of a million, quite literally. Not to mention a jokester andmid level fighter (at best), with his main skills being the ability to take extreme amounts of punishment without going down, and an over-healthy dose of luck.]

[So why... why did everyone seem to think he was so important!?]

Scientist. A word, if I may.

[Scientist had always been the most dismissive of Jones, of the Seven. If he didn't know what the deal was with his newfound popularity, Visitor doubted that anyone would.]

*Scientist looked up from fixing one of his leg prostethics, which seemed to have little progression considering it sparked lively at times. Supporting his body was a spare one given by Triage as placeholder.*

Oh! Ah, Vis you know you can always have more than one word! Even if that's usually all you can muster up...

*He attempted checking for any sign of emotion in the other man's visor, only getting slow led animations in return.*

Well- what do you need?

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor folded his arms.]

With my Seven, Jones was... nothing too terribly special. No offense to the man at all, but he was generally seen as a bit of a joke.

From how I have seen you interact with him, I surmised that it must be similar in this timeline as well. So...

Why is it that now, as he lies recovering in a coma, dies it seem as though the island acts that it cannot go on without him? Why is it that every person I talk to only asks after Jones, how he is faring, when he will get better? Why is he now considered so important?

[the-scientist-fn]

*ohhhhh he also wanted to uncover the mystery behind the ding dong's fame!! Oh they had so much in common...Scientist could almost shed a tear but he never enjoyed the feeling of his visor being damp*

Well, you came to the right guy. I actually studied a little his current background and...

*Limping towards a screen, Scientist typed away on the keyboard, tons of files showing up infront of them*

You know the Reality Warriors, right? Well he assembled them while me and the other Seven were out of commission, he and this young lady that follows him around called Hope.

*A file with an image of Hope pops up*

He's a charismatic man with handsome features, a crazy hero complex and enviable luck, it's easy to be swooned by his talks about positivity and saving the world with the power of will. And so in the span of not even a few months...three people approached him...

his now partner Evelynn Claire Yasunaga, alias Evie;

*a file appeared on the screen*

Lord Megalo Don of the Wasteland;

*another file*

Johnathan Rising Re Vengeance Dawnof Justice Jones-

alias...Vengeance...

*another file*

And so on, so forth, people began coming and going.

*He turned away from the screen*

Out of all members there's also allies like a team of youngsters called "Supernovas" and real important people like The Empress of the River Guard and the Golden King, Midas. However the first I listed are known go be kind of...a core, with Jones as the pillar. Without him, they feel lost and panic, and it spreads along the team like jam on a warm sandwich for breakfast, especially among the mentally weak ones...

*He gave Visitor a look*

You may understand where i'm going.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

Amazing. An incredibly efficient, yet loquacious summary of information I was already aware of. You have done it once again, Scientist.

[Lucky for him, Scientist tended to find his sardonic comments amusing.]

That only tells us that people have gathered around him. It does not say why, even with your hypothesis. It takes more than sheer charisma and a do-good attitude to become the focal point of a movement. It takes action. It takes a demonstration of those ideals.

[the-scientist-fn]

Well then you may wanna see THIS!

*Turning to the computer again, new files began sweeping the already present ones out of the way, mission files, most if not all with one verdict...Successful*

This guy's traits do have a demonstration that they work! And not only that! He's proven his charisma attracted highly skilled warriors, intelligent beings experts in strategy, literal human nuclear weapons! These guys still won even when they lost! They did crazy things like blow up the Death Star!!! They called on 100+ realities to usurp the Demon King!!

Do you understand the craziness this guy was able to create just with sheer hero complex and bad quips? Could you imagine how powerful we'd be if the Seven were all here? If we were all one team?

*He turned to Visitor*

We changed the course of your events, Visitor. Thanks to a plan schemed by this guy. A regular blondie with lucky coins. We lost and won at the same time, even at the cost of losing Foundation and sending him in a coma because of...I don't know!

And he has snapshots with this same abilities...ohhhh if only I could study them! I could collect them all! Starting by the fattie...

My own army at my command....

*He clenched his fists before snapping out of his mad scientist day dreams and clearing his throat*

So yeah. There's proof that his white-boy charm actually does awesome things.

[the-scientist-fn]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn needed answers. Namely, about the sudden importance of one John Jones. He was one of a million, quite literally. Not to mention a jokester andmid level fighter (at best), with his main skills being the ability to take extreme amounts of punishment without going down, and an over-healthy dose of luck.]

[So why... why did everyone seem to think he was so important!?]

Scientist. A word, if I may.

[Scientist had always been the most dismissive of Jones, of the Seven. If he didn't know what the deal was with his newfound popularity, Visitor doubted that anyone would.]

*Scientist looked up from fixing one of his leg prostethics, which seemed to have little progression considering it sparked lively at times. Supporting his body was a spare one given by Triage as placeholder.*

Oh! Ah, Vis you know you can always have more than one word! Even if that's usually all you can muster up...

*He attempted checking for any sign of emotion in the other man's visor, only getting slow led animations in return.*

Well- what do you need?

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor folded his arms.]

With my Seven, Jones was... nothing too terribly special. No offense to the man at all, but he was generally seen as a bit of a joke.

From how I have seen you interact with him, I surmised that it must be similar in this timeline as well. So...

Why is it that now, as he lies recovering in a coma, dies it seem as though the island acts that it cannot go on without him? Why is it that every person I talk to only asks after Jones, how he is faring, when he will get better? Why is he now considered so important?

[the-scientist-fn]

*ohhhhh he also wanted to uncover the mystery behind the ding dong's fame!! Oh they had so much in common...Scientist could almost shed a tear but he never enjoyed the feeling of his visor being damp*

Well, you came to the right guy. I actually studied a little his current background and...

*Limping towards a screen, Scientist typed away on the keyboard, tons of files showing up infront of them*

You know the Reality Warriors, right? Well he assembled them while me and the other Seven were out of commission, he and this young lady that follows him around called Hope.

*A file with an image of Hope pops up*

He's a charismatic man with handsome features, a crazy hero complex and enviable luck, it's easy to be swooned by his talks about positivity and saving the world with the power of will. And so in the span of not even a few months...three people approached him...

his now partner Evelynn Claire Yasunaga, alias Evie;

*a file appeared on the screen*

Lord Megalo Don of the Wasteland;

*another file*

Johnathan Rising Re Vengeance Dawnof Justice Jones-

alias...Vengeance...

*another file*

And so on, so forth, people began coming and going.

*He turned away from the screen*

Out of all members there's also allies like a team of youngsters called "Supernovas" and real important people like The Empress of the River Guard and the Golden King, Midas. However the first I listed are known go be kind of...a core, with Jones as the pillar. Without him, they feel lost and panic, and it spreads along the team like jam on a warm sandwich for breakfast, especially among the mentally weak ones...

*He gave Visitor a look*

You may understand where i'm going.

[the-scientist-fn]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn needed answers. Namely, about the sudden importance of one John Jones. He was one of a million, quite literally. Not to mention a jokester andmid level fighter (at best), with his main skills being the ability to take extreme amounts of punishment without going down, and an over-healthy dose of luck.]

[So why... why did everyone seem to think he was so important!?]

Scientist. A word, if I may.

[Scientist had always been the most dismissive of Jones, of the Seven. If he didn't know what the deal was with his newfound popularity, Visitor doubted that anyone would.]

*Scientist looked up from fixing one of his leg prostethics, which seemed to have little progression considering it sparked lively at times. Supporting his body was a spare one given by Triage as placeholder.*

Oh! Ah, Vis you know you can always have more than one word! Even if that's usually all you can muster up...

*He attempted checking for any sign of emotion in the other man's visor, only getting slow led animations in return.*

Well- what do you need?

[the-scientist-fn]

I sense someone is in pain right now

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*Everytime he's talk to AMIE about Paradigm she'd seem to become skittish, and not in the jealous way he as used to see, she seemed...odd.

Of course asking her was getting him nowhere so the only thing Scientist could do was go to the only man who needed to do something different than bickering with the impersonification of the ice build-up in their freezer.*

Heya, Foundation! Care to help me on a thing?

*Foundation was not in a good mood.*

*Not caring about popularity contests aside, the sheer stupidity of the island's residents was starting to get to him. He'd talked himself down from just screwing off and leaving the loopers to deal with the fallout half a dozen times.*

*The fist-sized holes in the nearby wall could attest to that.*

*So, when the Scientist showed up from nowhere, Foundation was not inclined to hop up and help. But... the man was a member of the Seven. And he'd be dammed if he let Scientist not get whatever help he needed.*

Ah, Scientist. I suppose I've got free time. Do you ned something punched into submission?

*Please tell me this is something you need punched into submission.*

[the-scientist-fn]

*Looking over the wall, the tell-tale holes made him hum softly*

If I tell you I have nothing for you to punch are you going to punch me? Because in that case i should start to think on making myself a new visor.

Anywho...I actually was here to ask you to help me out on a thingie. You know we're missing two of our buds right? Paradigm and Origin?

*He approached one of Foundation's monitors, leaning on the desk*

AMIE and I can't find anything on Origin's whereabouts and for some reason she won't tell me Paradigm's. I know you are...skeptical about her but I was hoping you'd know how to grab at least the smallest info.

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*Foundation's simmering anger vanished immediately, replaced by a deep sadness.*

I was... wondering, when we'd be having this conversation.

You may want to sit down.

*After Scientist obliged, Foundation joined him. Pulling up a data tablet, he typed in some info and passed it to Scientist.*

We received a full report a few days ago. AMIE finished compiling all the information we could gather on the whereabouts of the missing Seven members.

*There it was, in plain text:*

*VISITOR (Reality Zero): Consumed by the Chrome.*

*ORIGIN: Consumed by the Chrome.*

*SCIENTIST: Cahweiwj jenn hge Cajjaba?*

*And, finally...*

*PARADIGM: Lifeforce used to re-fuse Reality Zero. Lost connection Circa 2023.*

I'm sorry, Scientist. Truly, deeply sorry. I didn't always agree with her... didn't always approve of her actions. But she was one of us, a true member of the Seven...

*His voice caught, and he looked down.*

... who gave her life for the mission.

[the-scientist-fn]

*His hidden eyes immediately fell to the text referred to Paradigm, an audio file attached to that dreaded sentence, hesitantly tapping on it, Paradigm's voice filled the silence in the room*

"I've done everything I can."

"This. Is your fight now."

*Her last words. Before she had done the only thing that had permitted them all to be still alive, to have a home. She had sacrificed herself to that Reality itself, gave her own essence to bind water and stone once more. To give Loopers what The Last Reality had taken from them.

Scientist let his visor retract away from his head, lowering it as he sighed deeply, a few tears trickling onto the tablet's display.*

She always loved Reality and its inhabitants...she would have done everything to see it thrive with life forever...

And that's exactly what she did in the end. Gave her own life to Reality, so that it could live on...

*A sniffle escaped his nostrils as he raised his head to the ceiling, tears flowing freely now.*

I think you understand why I loved that woman and still do. A true angel sent from Heaven and gifted to the Seven...at least somewhere around the Omniverse her essence lives on...

Embedded to what she loved the most.

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*Foundation shook his head.*

What I thought doesn't matter. What matters is that she... Visitor... Origin... they gave their lives in this fight. For their sake, and for the sake of everyone counting on us...

*He clenched his fist, and blinked away the tears that were rising unbidden to his eyes.*

We cannot let the Last Reality, or any of the other forces who want to destroy this place win. Too many have sacrificed their own lives to get us this far.

I will not let them down.

*He looked up, locking eyes with Scientist.*

After this is all over... maybe we can do some kind of ceremony. To remember them. A way to make sure they won't ever be forgotten. That we never forget our fallen brothers and sisters.

[the-scientist-fn]

Never thought of giving up that's for sure. Not now that we found out we still have someone around...The sisters, Jones...whoever hides behind this Visitor...

*He smiled at Foundation*

After we see what Dark Voyager has in store for us, if he let's us have a break, we can build a little memorial for them here in the Sanctuary. They sure won't go forgotten after everything they did for us. For Humanity.

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*Everytime he's talk to AMIE about Paradigm she'd seem to become skittish, and not in the jealous way he as used to see, she seemed...odd.

Of course asking her was getting him nowhere so the only thing Scientist could do was go to the only man who needed to do something different than bickering with the impersonification of the ice build-up in their freezer.*

Heya, Foundation! Care to help me on a thing?

*Foundation was not in a good mood.*

*Not caring about popularity contests aside, the sheer stupidity of the island's residents was starting to get to him. He'd talked himself down from just screwing off and leaving the loopers to deal with the fallout half a dozen times.*

*The fist-sized holes in the nearby wall could attest to that.*

*So, when the Scientist showed up from nowhere, Foundation was not inclined to hop up and help. But... the man was a member of the Seven. And he'd be dammed if he let Scientist not get whatever help he needed.*

Ah, Scientist. I suppose I've got free time. Do you ned something punched into submission?

*Please tell me this is something you need punched into submission.*

[the-scientist-fn]

*Looking over the wall, the tell-tale holes made him hum softly*

If I tell you I have nothing for you to punch are you going to punch me? Because in that case i should start to think on making myself a new visor.

Anywho...I actually was here to ask you to help me out on a thingie. You know we're missing two of our buds right? Paradigm and Origin?

*He approached one of Foundation's monitors, leaning on the desk*

AMIE and I can't find anything on Origin's whereabouts and for some reason she won't tell me Paradigm's. I know you are...skeptical about her but I was hoping you'd know how to grab at least the smallest info.

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*Foundation's simmering anger vanished immediately, replaced by a deep sadness.*

I was... wondering, when we'd be having this conversation.

You may want to sit down.

*After Scientist obliged, Foundation joined him. Pulling up a data tablet, he typed in some info and passed it to Scientist.*

We received a full report a few days ago. AMIE finished compiling all the information we could gather on the whereabouts of the missing Seven members.

*There it was, in plain text:*

*VISITOR (Reality Zero): Consumed by the Chrome.*

*ORIGIN: Consumed by the Chrome.*

*SCIENTIST: Cahweiwj jenn hge Cajjaba?*

*And, finally...*

*PARADIGM: Lifeforce used to re-fuse Reality Zero. Lost connection Circa 2023.*

I'm sorry, Scientist. Truly, deeply sorry. I didn't always agree with her... didn't always approve of her actions. But she was one of us, a true member of the Seven...

*His voice caught, and he looked down.*

... who gave her life for the mission.

[the-scientist-fn]

*His hidden eyes immediately fell to the text referred to Paradigm, an audio file attached to that dreaded sentence, hesitantly tapping on it, Paradigm's voice filled the silence in the room*

"I've done everything I can."

"This. Is your fight now."

*Her last words. Before she had done the only thing that had permitted them all to be still alive, to have a home. She had sacrificed herself to that Reality itself, gave her own essence to bind water and stone once more. To give Loopers what The Last Reality had taken from them.

Scientist let his visor retract away from his head, lowering it as he sighed deeply, a few tears trickling onto the tablet's display.*

She always loved Reality and its inhabitants...she would have done everything to see it thrive with life forever...

And that's exactly what she did in the end. Gave her own life to Reality, so that it could live on...

*A sniffle escaped his nostrils as he raised his head to the ceiling, tears flowing freely now.*

I think you understand why I loved that woman and still do. A true angel sent from Heaven and gifted to the Seven...at least somewhere around the Omniverse her essence lives on...

Embedded to what she loved the most.

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*Everytime he's talk to AMIE about Paradigm she'd seem to become skittish, and not in the jealous way he as used to see, she seemed...odd.

Of course asking her was getting him nowhere so the only thing Scientist could do was go to the only man who needed to do something different than bickering with the impersonification of the ice build-up in their freezer.*

Heya, Foundation! Care to help me on a thing?

*Foundation was not in a good mood.*

*Not caring about popularity contests aside, the sheer stupidity of the island's residents was starting to get to him. He'd talked himself down from just screwing off and leaving the loopers to deal with the fallout half a dozen times.*

*The fist-sized holes in the nearby wall could attest to that.*

*So, when the Scientist showed up from nowhere, Foundation was not inclined to hop up and help. But... the man was a member of the Seven. And he'd be dammed if he let Scientist not get whatever help he needed.*

Ah, Scientist. I suppose I've got free time. Do you ned something punched into submission?

*Please tell me this is something you need punched into submission.*

[the-scientist-fn]

*Looking over the wall, the tell-tale holes made him hum softly*

If I tell you I have nothing for you to punch are you going to punch me? Because in that case i should start to think on making myself a new visor.

Anywho...I actually was here to ask you to help me out on a thingie. You know we're missing two of our buds right? Paradigm and Origin?

*He approached one of Foundation's monitors, leaning on the desk*

AMIE and I can't find anything on Origin's whereabouts and for some reason she won't tell me Paradigm's. I know you are...skeptical about her but I was hoping you'd know how to grab at least the smallest info.

[the-foundation-7-archive]

They're lucky that I care more about Reality's safety than I care about an idiotic popularity contest... I'm still going to fight for them. Even if the one they chose would sacrifice any one of them for victory...

Alright, let go of your pride... we've still got an Omniverse in trouble to save.

[chained-jones-fn]

You say you don't care about the Showdown...but then why are you always running behind the Ice King? Always together, the Loopers spot you.

Why's that? Ya'll going on dates?

[the-scientist-fn]

Hello! Foundation can't reply to this. He crushed his phone with his bare hand and the crumbles are on the floor rn.

This joke is VERY funny tho! To me not to him. I'm afraid I cannot laugh out loud because my head might do the same end.

[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.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

*long-suffering British sigh*

[the-scientist-fn]

HAHA EVEN YOUR BREATH SOUNDS BRITISH!!!!!

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

Shut up...

[the-scientist-fn]

Oh come on laugh a little! You can't frown forever! If you are even frowning that is.

[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.

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

*long-suffering British sigh*

[the-scientist-fn]

HAHA EVEN YOUR BREATH SOUNDS BRITISH!!!!!

[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 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]

[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.