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Haven let out a loud hiss, launching herself at James, her claws outstretched to latch onto him.

James sidestepped Haven and Sheila's daggers, whipping out a golden pocket watch and flipping it open just as Gareth lifted his gun and shot James in the head. James was still very much alive, though. The body that now had a gaping hole in its cerebrum was not his, but rather a completely organic, life-like faux body that the pocket watch he now held produced. He was also unseen to everyone in the room - another clever effect of the device. He managed to slip out of the room completely unnoticed until he was out of the hospital.

Gareth groaned. "Jesus Christ, man. Do you bumbling idiots do anything other than complicate things?"

Gareth chuckled at that last part of Sheila's statement. "Explain? Explain what? Last I checked, YOU decided to pry in someone else's business. I don't have to explain s**t to you, you skank. And YEAH, you DID complicate things. If it wasn't for YOU, I wouldn't be in this hospital in the FIRST PLACE."

Shelia pets Haven on the head. "Its okay sweeties, you did the right thing." She then glares at Gareth. "Regardless of us butting in, your still injured and those guys will come after you." "So you have no choice but to accept our help, besides its not like you will have to sleep with either of us lovely ladies."

((sorry))
((Shocker for this Shelia))
Shelia glared at Gareth and threw several daggers at him. "EXCUSE ME, I never had any kind of disease before in my life and well ummm...ummm." She then grew bright red. "I'm a vi..r..gin."

Shelia shook her head. "Look where things stand, you do need help and I know the perfect place to hide, my cousin is a famous guy and has a mansion in the noble part of the city." She then smirks. "You know, the part of the city where the castle lies as in the place that is heavily guard by the castle guard." She then sighs. "But if you think you can handle yourself be my guest, still those guys might team up to get you again or go after us defenseless ladies to get to you."

"Alright, alright. I'll humor the two of you. Come along. I'll explain my situation along the way." Gareth said with a chuckle as he walked out of the room. His wound had indeed not yet fully healed, but it was doing so at a remarkable rate. In a few days, he'd be good as new. Additionally, he was unsure why he was confiding in these two for anything. They'd jackassed their ways into his personal affairs - something he'd rather have kept quiet about. He didn't trust them, but not because their loyalties may have lie elsewhere. He distrusted them because he always had a thought that had been perpetually proven right over the course of his life: People never worked to expectations. He always had to do things himself. He never had anyone for whom he could thoroughly rely on. Companions were more of a burden than a blessing, and his wanderings alone did nothing to stop those thoughts. Never once did he look back at a town and sigh in longing of permanence, nor did he ever think back to the townsfolk and particularly miss anyone. He didn't know why he chose to do so now, but he was never one to question Providence.

Haven trailed behind, having fallen silent. Something was obviously bugging her; Her thoughts were shifting from one topic to the next. He's so... different... And... is he... alone? I know that feeling... Ever since I fell from the sky that day I've been chased out of every town due to my insanity... I mean, I live in a crumbling down, miserable excuse for a house on the outskirts... God, I feel so uncomfortable and... vulnerable out here... I've never been in a public place like this... How did he heal so quickly? Why are all these people chasing him? Where are we going, anyway? I'm so, so, SO very uncomfortable... As Haven's thoughts drowned her mind she found herself fumbling with the long striped sleeves to her sweater.