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I'm sorry, my psionic knowledge is not what it should be. Would applying more energy to it help?

It was hard to say, spirits were being of essence not form. They consumed and exhumed essence and again not form. So it stood to reason that being fed more essence would assist but...Maximos was far from being a healer. He was however a very good listener, and took a sort of simple pleasure in silently taking in the tales of others.

He winced at the idea of the agony Rain must have undergone. His eyes softened in sadness, empathizing on some level with the fear and anguish of losing someone close to you and being unable to assist. He perked just a bit as he entered the story, it was nice to hear the exact details on how he was contacted. It was better than the admittedly paranoid theories he had concocted and kept to himself.

A horrible experience I am very sorry you had to go through. I should have stepped in to intervene far before Rain was ev--

She winced, and so suddenly. He knew she had just ended a psychic and spiritual battle, was another beginning?!

Owle! Are you alright?

He said as he moved forward toward the young woman. He was closer, but not close, just close enough to assist without being close enough to quantify a panicked rush to the maidens side.

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((A post for the two adventurers hangs on AH's posting.))

"Well, how far is it? 'cos all I've got in here-" He lifted his backpack, then put back down with a clash. "-is fighting gear, which doesn't seem prudent for an adventure." He nodded as if confirming it to himself, then froze in thought for a second, crimson eyes moving top-right, then focusing back in on Sunstrike.

"What are the likelihoods we'll have to fight?" His tone would be hard to figure out; somewhere between caution, hopeful anticipation and natural interest. In his head, he was planning out what things he'd need to get.

Maximos would have to remember never to bring anyone injured to Latent General Hospital again.



Despite his admonition and the fact that there truly is only on cybernetic, blond, giant vigilante leaping across Gaia the hospital still let Tomorrow in. It was exasperating to be honest. Of course in the back of his mind Maximos to wonder how in all of Gaia, Tomorrow knew this was the right hospital. There was no spiritual or physical means of tracking the Shadow, his essences, trails or what have you faded just mere seconds after he passed and he was no where near stupid enough to miss the fact someone so clumsy and loud was trailing him. And of course, Tomorrow never learned Rain Yupa's name, so there was no way of finding it in a computer. But...then again, Gods always did have a way of bending, stupefying, and simplifying reality to their own desires.

But Maximos was not going to stand around in the hospital room and wait for the barbarian to make his way into the room and stare at him like a doey eyed child waiting for some sort of recognition, or his spanking. Maybe he had come looking for death again. Regardless, Maximos was out of forgiveness and emotion of his, "old friend".

He raised his hand, interrupting Owle before she could finish. Something he absolutely hated to do.

I'm sorry, but something has come up, I'll have to cut our meeting short.

Owle might recognize that tone, it would be the same type of tone Maximos took toward her when she showed her flecks of divinity during HoH. It was a sort of kindness covered in layers of frost, and topped with a thin vein of disgust, she would also be able to tell it was not directed toward her. Perhaps her senses, would allow her to perceive the lumbering giant makings its way down the halls.

Never the less, Maximos scooped up his book and made his way for the door at which point he exited the room. He leave at just about the time, Tomorrow made his way to the door, and without as much as giving the man eye contact or recognition he would walk directly by him, by passing his metal arm and continuing down the halls. No "scary eyes" or "locked gazes" were going to dissuade him. He never made eye contact, he never even let his eyes rest on the giant figure in front of him, he simply looked right past him and continued down and away. If Tomorrow felt anything it was the complete and total lack of anything coming from the shadow. He simply was not interested in any sort of contact, Tomorrow was not worth it. He was not worth any of it.

Once down the hall he would make his way to the stairs, and then make a quick stop at the receptionist desk to inform to remind them of the description he gave and the Rain Yupa's attacker a known criminal was now in his room. And made the kind request that if they attempt to apprehend him they wait until after he leaves the room so that Rain can rest undisturbed.

It was a shame, he really did want to have a nice conversation with Ms. Owle.

Maximos paused, for just that moment. It was just long enough to toss off his accidental timing. He didnt know exactly how to annunciate what was bothering him. Though when Tomorrow entered the room and Owle asked her question, the perfect opportunity was dropped at his feet and he simply had to take it.

"Oh, hi there. You're one of Sun's friends, right? I saw you in the Stadium, but I never caught your name..."

His name is Thor, God of Thunder and Destruction. His "friendly warm up" with Rain is the reason Mr. Yupa is currently in that bed.

That pretty much summed up all that needed to be summed up. Owle would likely able to put together the rest. She knew of Maximos' feelings toward gods. And she knew of the panicked message she received, now she could see who's clutches he was in when it was sent. Anyone in this room could see the difference between the two men, making it bluntly obvious that this didnt have to happen to Rain at all. And so...

"Got it." Siat replied simply, continuing to mentally pack his bag. "What're you bringing?"

He toyed idly with his cuffs, making sure they were buttoned properly, then subconsciously imitated Sunstrike's drumming. After a second or too, he realised what he was doing and curled his fingers slightly, then let them rest on the table, stationary.

Sun sneezed suddenly, then did so again, before answering. Someone's talking about me...

"Myself." Sunstrike grinned and spread his hands outwards, using them to help himself up from the table.

"I've never been overly brilliant at preparations, but I figure that if anything comes up I'll improvise a good escape route. God's know it's happened before..." He was practically laughing, digging in his pockets for enough money to pay for dinner and tip.

The coins hit the table and he was on his way, beckoning Siat to follow after.

Sunstrike was going back to Firebrand...

Rain stirred as Tomorrow approached. He had been slumbering deep in unconsciousness, but like he had just said; part of him was in Rain now. Maybe that's what set off some sort of recognition indicator in his mind.

There was a slight groan as Maximos left and Owle confronted the tribal. He opened his left eye slightly, and closed it again. "its alright, ms. owle. just let us finish our fight. he'll be... done like dinner when i'm through with him. heh." He inhaled his lungs full of oxygen, and attempted to shift into a sitting up position. Man, sitting up is harder than it looks. His entire body didn't want to cooperate, at all. Its not that it hurt, it just... didn't want to listen. It kept failing on him as he would attempt to move.

"... just a sec, friend. i'm experiencing some technical difficulties. be right with you." This time, he did manage to sit up a few inches higher than he was before. Man, why did he feel so sluggish? Whatever Tomorrow must have just hit him with, it knocked him for a doozy.

Then a look of confusion came over Rain's face. He was in the bed. Since when did a bed get onto the arena floor? And suddenly, he was all bandaged. He couldn't move his left arm, either; whatever the reason, it was in a sling now. He looked himself over as best as he could; his forehead and must of the surface area of his body was bandaged up, making Rain look like a makeshift mummy of sorts. His right hand was bandaged tighter than normal, since the doctors hadn't had the chance to put his hand in a cast yet.

"well, this is embarassing. guess i lost? don't worry, i'm ready for round two." He tried a bit harder to move his body, but everything was numb. Then he saw the culprit: the IV line into his arm feeding him morphine. Bah, painkillers was a quitter's way out! But with his right arm IV'd up and his left unable to move, he did the next best thing; raised his right arm up as far as he could, and pulled it out with his teeth, spitting the loose wire out so it could swing freely beside his bed.

His eyes closed, it would take all his willpower to just get his left leg over the edge of the bed. He would need to rest first before he could follow with his right leg. Man, he was getting too old for this.