Welcome to Gaia! ::

Her smile stayed, maybe she knitted her brows ever so slightly. But once again, the woman only listened.

It wasn't that he didn't understand Vahn. Quite the contrary. However, 'alliances' like this always brought this disgusting, bitter taste with them...

((I read Victor's profile, for the third time, so we can assume you filled me in or will do so on all the important details of physical features and such, though not so much the history, because that would be a more sensitive matter to your character. That will save us some posts.))

"You will have my assistance," Yaits said, despite the feeling that this search would stretch his resources, "I already have eyes throughout much of Gaia, if anyone matching his description is found, you will be among the first to know."

Yaits pulled out a small cell cell phone, pinching it between his middle and index fingers, and left it on the dresser, "A direct link to my office, feel free to contact me any time, I'll make myself available more often than not. I may have a favor to ask of you as well, but that can be reserved for a later date. For now, I simply ask that you get well."

Next he left a platinum pin beside it, "And please accept this pin as a token of Yaits Corps gratitude for helping to save Latent."

The preacher excused himself, Yaits lingered for a moment, bowed politely, and went to leave but stood at the door with his back turned.

"Your sword will be here within the hour," Yaits said, "Do be more careful with it from now on."

And with those parting words, Yaits walked out of the ICU with a brisk step.

(Please continue your conversation as I am interested in reading it. But I'm going to to move Yaits ahead a few days as I'm trying to speed my plot movement a little)

~3 days later~

After receiving the reports on the all the blood samples, it seemed to Yarneth that a great deal of progress had been made in the experimentation.

It was now confirmed that Lucind was at least half Siren, through blood testing. Though the blood was nothing remarkable, like Vahn's, it could still be used for cloning, and possibly, if his genius scientist had a chance to play around, create a serum that would simulate siren powers. Imagining the preacher, who already had charisma beyond anything natural, imbued with such powers, almost made him drool. The funny thing about the preacher, he was still getting over the shock that someone said something to him with even a hint that they disagreed, but he wasn't upset, he was thrilled, Yarneth wondered if the idiot wasn't in love because of it. Mortal fool, Yarneth thought, he could have had the world at his grasp long before I awoke if he didn't despise his own ability.

The virus found in Joseph Brown would be very useful if imbued in his new line of mass produced soldiers, of course, that project was no where near finished yet, but he had ways of hastening the time table. But, as the time drew near for Melissa to return, his thoughts drifted away from long term plans.

The grand lobby of Yaits headquaters, a modern decor area stretching almost half a football field in length and diameter, was filled with pink, purple, and red balloons. In one corner was a hired orchestra, which played classical concertos in the background. The more elite employees of the Yaits corporation were invited for a high class suit and tie affair, and Yaits himself was dressed to the nine. At every sitting area was a refreshment table, and people stood around talking or else took seats in the plush grey sofa's that matched the flooor and walls for the most part. Receptionists still attended all the help counters, in case anyone needed information. Only three journalist were invited, and rarely were they allowed to take pictures.

Evan White was expected to join the party, but even if he choose not to visit personally, someone from Raven Industries would be attending, has it was soon time for Melissa to come to her new home.

"It doesn't matter. So long as I stop Victor."

He stared towards the direction of the window, staring at the foreign city.

"You shouldn't be dwelling on things that can't be changed Lucind...the fact that you saved Sierra is enough for me to trust you..."

He stared down at his lap, left hand massagin his right wrist. "I don't even know if I'll ever be able to use this arm the same way again...my body can't keep up with me anymore...which means I don't have much time."

She sighed.
"You see, it's not only your crusade any longer. I want to compensate for my failure, nevertheless - but most important, there're people to be protected...or souls, speaking from my point of view."

Lucind pulled the comfortable chair they had brought her last night over to the bed and sat down.
"By the way, I guess I've got to thank you for saving my life - mainly because thanking a weapon would be weird," she lightly grinned. "Did some research and...well, I'm sure you felt this Yaits lied concerning your sword. After all I found out I'm pretty sure the fang preserved me from being grilled head to toe.

However...the next weeks will be unnerving." She grimaced. "Trying to restore or reconstruct lost memories and stuff like that. Can't be sure everything I recall really happened. Also...I won't get rid of the feeling I wanted to tell you something. Something related to the ruins... You know, I spoke with that boy...uhm...Ezekiel - he showed me things, to be precise. Thus I have a vague idea of what you mean when you say your body can't keep up with you anymore."

Crossing her legs and leaning back, the Half-Siren didn't look like something who nearly died some days ago while speaking with her low, calm voice.

She felt and saw his discomfort her comment had caused but just yawned softly and rubbed her eyes.

"Your past. That is, yours and your brother's. - But like I said, can't be sure at the moment the data's complete. Thinking about it...there're some things which don't make sense...gaps I should be able to fill by myself."

The day of Latent being under attack was simply lost, also the day before was likely to be fully erased in her brain. But things of the past, the last months or years usually weren't permanently or irrevocably damaged.