The doctor tries to hide a smile but Jeanne's keen observation sees through it. She is clearly excited by the prospect, perhaps more than would be appropriate. "Any chance I have to test my solutions on someone able to handle them would be very welcome," she glances at Jeanne, "and funds to assure I can continue to do so wouldn't be unappreciated."
She turns and holds out her hand, "it's a deal."

Taking her hand and giving it a shake Jeanne returns her smile. “Very well, I’ll need time to acquire a secure location for you to work,  so in the meantime it’s best you keep everything business as usual until everything is ready. Now outside of standard medical equipment is their anything specific you will need?”

The doctor tilts her head in an exaggerated sign of thinking, "well, you could help me test something if you'd be so kind." She pulls a string out of her bag and sets it down on the side table. "This special little needle was developed by my uncle. It's designed to help people like you do what you do better than you do it now." She gives you a sideways smile, "other than that, I'm full prepared."

Raising a eyebrow Jeanne gave the doctor a quizzical look “I think I’m going to need a little more explanation, besides this is neither the time of place for experimentation, I should really get going before this hospital gets flooded with burn victims, cops, and heroes. But maybe next time.”  Jeanne made her way to the window in the room opening the binds and looking out, before turning her head and looking over her shoulder “come to think of it doc I don’t think I ever got your name.”

"Take it with you then, it would be better to see what it looks like in action anyways," she dismisses you with a wave, "and my name is May. May Ubera."

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

[From Beacon City University]

Gift, Tank and the wounded man pushed into the ER doors of the hospital, Gift gave the wheelchair handles to Tank and rushed to the front desk.

Typing as quickly as she could on her phone, in red lettering all caps appeared -

Help. Please. College attack victim, extremely wounded!!!

Gift franticly pointed at the hologram in the direction of the front desk woman and pointing at her unconscious friend.
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As the tiro hurry their way into the ER, they are greeted by a number of burn victims. A nurse looks over and sets down the chart she was reading. She looks over Jaylen, confused by his exosuit. " Is.....is he human?" She looks to Gift with slight hesitation.

In reply to GM (msg # 25):

Gift looked at the unconscious man, then to Tank, and back to the guy. She doesn't even know his name and with little stomps of frustration at herself and the entire situation she types out a message that flares up

I'm not sure, he fought the attacker head on though. He saved so many people! Help him!

The text began to tremble as the panic began to rise in Gift and she could feel tears beginning to well. Never before had Gift been presented with a dire situation where her muteness was potentially causing a bigger problem. Guilt filled Gift and she looked to Tank in despair, pleading with her eyes for his help...his voice.

The nurse is clearly hesitant, looking around in a panic. Tank looks to Gift and is silent for a moment. He sighs and nods sharply, looking away. He walks up to the nurse, "excuse me," the nurse looks back at him and he leans in to whisper something to her. As he steps back the nurse blinks in confusion before calling out for assistance. A bed is rolled up shortly after, and an army of doctors taking Jaylen off as Tank looks at the floor.

In reply to Tank (msg # 27):

Gift gives the smallest sigh of relief as he's wheeled away, afterwards she walks to Tank and places a hand on his shoulder giving a gentle squeeze of thanks. She motions to some chairs to sit in. Plopping into one Gift melts into the musty fabric as much as she can, attempting to let the panic melt away too.

She sends Tank a text ~Are you okay? Thank you so much for helping me, as always <3~

Giving him a small smile, Tank was the only one she'd let see her full smile. Gift always tried to keep her mouth hidden. He'd never judged her, and he wasn't scared of her when he learned her power...unlike so many others.

As she waited, Gift couldn't help but think about the series of events that had just unfolded. First the mysterious girl, then Mr. Lay with the mysterious library and him just poofing away...followed by an attack. Not just some silly attack either, this was terrorism...all those people...guilt washed over Gift again in a crashing wave and she sunk deeper into the chair.

Jaylen Zilla rolled 10 using 2d6 to heal 10 points

Jaylen's vision drifts between moments. He passes by the metallic hand of an ally. The heat and malice of an enemy. He seems to barely have time to fully glimpse into each passing event. Until finally he hears a voice.
-keep the blood levels stable. the muscle strands do not look too damaged, but i will keep an eye on them-
Booming and a whisper at the same time. Almost as if it was speaking directly through his own lips too. Jaylen searched for a body, or at least a face, to the voice speaking to him. Suddenly his vision is filled with stringing colors and flashing lights. Movements that looked almost random and sporadic. As he watched he noticed there does seem to be a slight pattern to all of the madness. A strand lead here and there and a color flash to match its departure. It was beautiful. Reminiscent of moments of raw natural beauty, but it felt oddly robotic and sensible. Jaylen had barely noticed he could "see" himself walking amongst these lights. He looked at his body nude and bright. His hands feeling just as real as anything, but being surrounded in what felt like the most unrealistic place imaginable. Every new discovery finally lead his eyes to a figure. Someone else in this lightscape almost seeming to be able to understand the movements on its own.
-just as i predicted. severe damage to the brain. oh grey matter so illustrious and grand yet so easy to harm. a true shame. weird that one never lit up before it is almost like he is...oh you are conscious. took you long enough. i feel as though that may be my fault. well more work must be done- The figure stood as a lithe genderless humanoid. Data and information coursing over its "skin". Its head seemed to lack a very particularly important form-that being a face.

"wait a minute. where am i? what's going on?"

-oh dear your memory is still shot umm hold on i can fix that. hmmm, ah here and just connect red to red and there. that should be your short-term memory storage reconnected. i am sorry i had to disconnect it for a moment to work on your brain. very complex and fragile you see-
At the sudden flash of a red light Jaylen's memories of the past few moments came flooding back and he realized what could be going on. "is this supposed to be my brain? kind of like an empty club"

-oh i have no clue at what you are seeing it must be how you imagine your synapses firing and thoughts being made-

"So then this is how i must imagine you to look like. Hmm always thought you'd be taller though"
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Tank settles into the chair next to Gift with another sigh. They sit in silence for a while, the noise of the ER  constant in the background. He looks up as a whimpering college student dressed in BCU apparel is wheeled past. He shakes his head and speaks just loud enough to be heard, "what the hell happened? This is crazy."

In reply to Tank (msg # 30):

Gift gave Tank a confused shrug but leaned over against him so he could see what she began typing on her phone.

I'm not really sure...first I was taking that rude girl to the Arts building and some creepy guy handed us a paper about going to the library. I ended up leaving her behind cause she kept lying to me and then I headed to you....except I got curious and headed to the library instead.

Gift hesitated a bit on telling Tank about Mr. Lay and decided it was better to not mention that.

I barely got inside the library before the explosions started and blew the glass windows out. Then I just headed towards the chaos and that dude in the wheelchair was standing and fighting another guy. I was able to help a bit before he took the other guy down...and now we're here.

Gift gave another shrug at Tank.
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Tank listens quietly, leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. After taking it all in he shakes his head, "this doesn't make sense, where are the Wardens? This is literally their job. To stop psychos like that guy."

The hospital continues in chaos, doctors and nurses rush through the ER shouting to one another. For a moment Gift catches a figure in the crowd standing still, perhaps even looking at her.

Make a level 4 (DC 12) intellect task modified by any perception skills

In reply to Tank (msg # 32):

Gift nodded in agreement with Tank - there is no way something like this should slip by the Wardens. An attack of this size and nature, someone had to know something.

She handed a new message to Tank - Should we wait for this guy? I don't even know his name, did you recognize him? Was he a student?

Upon catching the figure in the crowd, Gift made eyes only for a second before looking away. The unease began to creep in anyways, but she couldn't decide if now was even the time to open another book of questions.

As Gift makes out the figure the crowd surges and they are suddenly obscured, but even with a brief glance there is recognition. She can not positively place where she had seen that face before but she knows it. On top of that, her stomach turned when she saw them. Gift feels in her gut that she is not safe.

In reply to GM (msg # 34):

Shaking her head a little to get her mind back on track, Gift nudged Tank with her elbow and eyed in the direction she saw the person and then nodded to the Hospital doors. It was definitely time to go, even if Gift couldn't place why.

Gift stood and the tension in her throat and the pure exhaustion of the whole day hit her. Slowly she walked through the ER double doors, side stepping emergency workers and triage nurses as more victims were brought in for help.

Typing on her phone she sent a text to Tank Do you know a place where we can go to lay low for a bit? giving him a lookin with inquisitive eyes.

Tank seems distracted, looking up at the sky. He doesn't seem to hear the question, instead he points up. "I think that was Paragon. He's heading to the university. Maybe the Wardens actually are coming." His eyes seem to follow the flight path of a quickly shrinking figure in the distance.

[From The Haze]

Jaylen's eyes flutter open groggy and lost. His hands grab at the familiar and annoying feel of the hospital bed holding him. His eyes slowly adjusting to the fluorescent lights above him. His ears recognizing the paced beep of the heart monitor next to him. His mouth was immensely dry and sticky, how much fluids did he lose? Could he trust this reality? It felt the most real so far, but he couldn't really tell with everything that had happened. He slowly began to collect his rounds and raised his hand up to block that invasive white light. Hopefully this is the real world cause honestly out of the one's he's seen this one sucks the most, probably. Jaylen tried to sit up and get in at least a more comfortable upwards pose.

"W-where am I?"
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The soft beeps of machines and the buzz of distant conversation slowly fill Jaylen's ears. He's laying in a hospital bed, alone in a room. The window shudders are open letting in the afternoon light. His entire body is sore and a massive headache blurs the edges of his vision. There is a feeling of realness to his surroundings that he had lost while wherever he just was.

Jaylen finally starts to gain his bearings. Settling more-or-less into the hospital bed. Head throbbing and body aching. At least to the point of resting he begins to rub his aching, and slightly burnt, parts. Neck to shoulders, chest and abdomen. He finally reaches his legs and quickly, but quietly remembers his friend replacing his spine.
"Hey, buddy how're you doin? Thanks for the rebuild on the brain, but i guess you got some more to work on"

The silence that answers Jaylen is deafening at first. For a moment he isn't sure what is happening until a voice responds.
I am well. When are we leaving here? We have been in this bed for hours.

In reply to GM (msg # 40):

Jaylen's boiling anxiety finally starts settling after hearing that close and familiar voice.

"Oh, good you're okay. Sorry I was worried there for a second. We'll probably leave as soon as possible. I don't need people picking and prodding at you while you're still attached to my spine."

Jaylen lets out a sigh; deeper than he thought he was holding. Rolls his shoulders and starts shuffling out of the bed. Carefully he takes off monitor on his finger, grabs up any of his belongings left on the tray next to him, and heads towards the window of the room. He spared a passing glance to the bathroom mirror as he went and saw the typical look he seemed to always carry in these places. Disheveled and depressed he stole his eyes away and opened the window. "Ready, buddy?"

There is another pause before the response.
Proceed as you will.

With that answer he leaned out of the window feeling the slight breeze on his bruised skin; slightly irritating the cuts.
"Alright then, let's suit up"
The metal flesh begins forming over his own. Once formed he crouched himself out of the window and leapt as far as he could towards to rooftops and towards downtown.

[Leaving Albright Memorial Hospital]