Welcome to Gaia! ::

Krii'Ouse had gone to the Generators and begun his work again. He worked for three hours, and decided it was break time. He summoned another electro-manifestation, and walked towards Hunter's. He keyed the door, and climbed up the chute. He went to Hunter. 'Gimme a sherry mate.' he said kindly.

'No problem kiddo. Here ye go.' he said, handing Krii'Ouse the sherry. Krii'Ouse headed back to the Generator room, and was stoppped by Skiaska. 'Oh... uhm, heh. Hello. Uhm, yeh. Sorry, I just uh... got a little caught up in the Generator room. You may wonder, how is that?, but trust me... the things I have to manipulate to keep this place running... it's ridiculous. I don't know why 'Hunter' doesn't just get some new generators! Those things are like two years older than me! No seriously, they're pretty new. So uhm... you wanna take a look at 'em?' he asked her... shyly. His voice shook. This chick, was pretty. He suddenly read her thoughts, her minor fear of people seeing her with her ears and tail unhidden. He decided not to bring it up... that may prove bad...

'Here, gimme that. Follow me.' Krii'Ouse said, taking her cigarette. He led her to the security room of Haven. 'It's Krii'Ouse, open up.' he said casually to the intercom.

'Hey Tele-Man, no problem. Heh heh... Someone getting some babes tonight?' the security guard laughed. Krii'Ouse frowned. 'HOLY s**t TELE-MAN!!! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!! I'M SORRY!!! AH GOD!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!' was screamed from the intercom. 'Moron.' Krii'Ouse said.

He led Skiaska to the lounge. 'Alright, take it back.' he told her, giving her the cigarette. She put it in her mouth, and he held out his hand. He looked to the corner. Someone had left a candle there. 'Good.' he said, he extended his left arm towards the candle, and the flame seemed to leap to his hand. He held it towards Skiaska, who lit her cigarette with his flame. 'There ya go.' he said, returning the flame to the candle.

'What makes you think I did anything?' Krii'Ouse said sarcastically. The screams were obviously directed at him. 'I just... sent an electrical surge throughout his body. It was only a large amount of static, nothing lethal. I've done that to him about twelve times... a month...' he detailed.

'So, I ... understand... you don't like to show people your ears and tail' he began. 'That's okay. I don't like to show people my eyes, mouth, or hair. My mouth isn't bad, I just figure, I'm hiding the rest of my face, why not cover my mouth, eh?' he laughed. He removed his sunglasses, and revealed his pure white, aurating eyes. He lowered his hood and showed his white flowingly long hair, and pulled his cowl down to uncover a very pronounced jawline. The tattoo on his arm evidentally rose to his face, for it came up his neck and covered much of the right side of his face. 'Well, there's another reason for the mouth cover: the tattoo. People would freak at it.' he said.

Krii'Ouse let her pluck out a few strands of his hair. He knew she was a bit doubting, he read it, unintentionally. He let her brush his face with her tail. He heard someone coming down, and his hood, cowl, and shades flew back into position. He hadn't lifted a finger. 'Uh, yeh. I'm a telekinetic, as well.' he said sheepishly.

Suddenly, Skiaska heard, in her mind, Krii'Ouse's voice: *As well as a telepath.* He tapped his head. *I can read and project thoughts.* he admitted. *That's how I knew you weren't comfortable showing off your ears and tail, I read it. I apologise, if you don't approve.* he said, starting to stand.

'I figured I'd go check on the generators, if you'd like to join me, feel free.' he said. *Teleks? That's a bit degrading...* he thought to himself. *Not any worse than Tele-Man I suppose.*

He headed his way towards the Generators, hoping his electro-manifestation hadn't gone loco. They would do that sometimes. Suddenly, the lights began to dim.

'Oh s**t!' he broke into a run, dodging people, crates that were left out during the slight remodel, and smaller boxes. He keyed the combo to get into the lower level. 'Lemme down there now!' he screamed into the intercom. The way was opened, and he fell through to the bottom floor, landing himself with his mind. He continued to sprint, and leapt into the air, suspending himself with his mind, 'flying' past everything. He reached the Generators, and the lights were still dimming. He punched in the combo for the room, and looked in. His manifestation was spinning the currents of energy around the room. He ducked as a blast of eletricity shot past him. 'Dammit!' he threw his hand out, and the manifestation was practically sucked into his body.

The Generators began to malfunction. 's**t!' he screamed. He flew over Generator One, and tapped on the keyboard. 's**t s**t s**t!' he swore repeatedly. He gave up on the keys. He sat down in the full lotus position, and closed his eyes. He began to meditate. Electricity began to flow out of him seemingly, concentrating into a ball of energy. The ball split into two balls, and entered the two Generators. The Generators began to pick up speed and power again, and the current was again made strong, though now Krii'Ouse wasn't. He tipped over on his side, his legs unlocking, and he lay flat on the ground. Passed out on the cold grating floor.

Krii'Ouse shoke in his sleep. He dreamt of the day he was captured by the daemons shortly after his consumation. He remember the daemons whips and chains, their swords, spears. The pain they inflicted upon him was horrendous. The images flooded his mind, and over flowed to any who were nearby, a side effect of his telepathy. Skiaska saw the day when the daemons almost killed Krii'Ouse. Then she saw how William Jackson burtsed in with a few other hunters, and cleaved the daemons into Oblivion, sending them back to Hell.

The rest was just black. When Skiaska had taken off Krii'Ouse's shirt, she saw the scars from that day. She also noticed how the tattoo was unbroken on his right side. It even drew onto the right side of his chest and back. His entire chest was riddled with scars though, despite the tattoo. It couldn't hide them, but it covered them a bit.

After some time, Krii'Ouse finally woke. 'Damn, it's cold in... here?' he asked. 'Where the Hell am I?' he said looking around. 'Where's my... shirt?' he asked, gripping his bare chest to get warmth, and cover his shameful scars. 'Damnit, why'd you take my damn shirt off?!' he shouted. 'I didn't want anyone seeing these! I wouldn't even let Dr. Gail chek my chest out anymore. William has to come in the room in order to hold me down every time I go to the doctor, because they know I won't cooperate, and even then I screw the lights out.' he stood up, and almost whited out, deciding to sit back down. 'Damnit, gimme the damn shirt...' he said angrily.

Krii'Ouse donned his shirt in haste, and suddenly realised his anger had lashed out. Though he was a telepath, he wasn't very empathetic. He didn't take care to note emoitions of others very well. It was a curse on him from the three years in that damned insane asylum. The daemons had tortured him badly.

'Look... I'm... I'm sorry i blew up. I just don't like people knowing about my pains. My scars are a pox on me, and anyone knowing my vices is a bane on me. Something that can be exploited.' he apologised. 'I'm... truly very sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.' He walked up closer to her. 'I... The images that I just revisited angered me, scared me, and made me hate myself again. I'm so sorry...' he finished. He headed for the door, stepping out, stopping under the frame, looking back at her, holding the frame in his left hand, and waited.