Welcome to Gaia! ::

::Mary hadnt noticed, she was entirely too enraptured in the moment. Alas such was the way with tiny teenage girls. She only saw the here and now, even if she saw the look on his face she probably wouldnt recognize it. Mary's only major loss was her mother, other than that the pangs of the heart were always being warded away by her father. She was sheltered, her heart one of the only things on her that wasnt patchwork.

The Doctor however knew that look all to well. He remembered pecks from his lovely wife. He remembered passionate moments, and an empty void that was and will always be there. It was painful, but he pushed on in the effort to make things right here and now. Not then, the here and now being Lucian. And so the resolve that overtook Datho's expressions caused him to smile and nod.

And it of course confused the pants out of Lucian who looked entirely baffled and tugged his fathers pant legs. And said.::

Father, what are you smiling at?

::The Doctor just kneeled down and ruffled Lucians hair.::

You'll understand when your older.

::Mary was of course entirely into the moment, she scooped up the punch with one of those big oversized spoons and pour it into two plastic cups, red cups and spun around offering it to Datho.::

You ok?

::She had just seen a glimpse of an "odd" look on his face, so she was curious, yet oblivious.::

::Again despite her pale skin, her blushing showed through pretty obviously. He was totally touching her hair, and her air...and, and getting closer. She had one of those clearly goofy grins on her face. She giggled at his answer, the idea of actually having him hear without leaving was sounding better and better.

Needless to say, the birthday boy being floored during the birthday party was not part of the original plan. Marys cup spilled red punch all over the floor as she immediately dropped to her knees with her hands on his shoulders, very much panicked.::

Datho!? Datho whats wrong?!

::Marcel froze in mid dance, but he really didnt know what to do. He grunted at Datho and at his father but...the Doctor was already in motion. Unfortunately he found his motion halted by a very very big sneeze. Followed by another, followed by another. The Doctors magic allergy kicking into overdrive due to the intense purity of the arcana being drawn in. He wasnt even able to keep a solid thought so as to even big figuring out where and how the magic got passed his field. After about 4 violent sneezes his nose actually began to bleed.

Lucian found himself stuck between his father, his sister, and his friend. But actually managed to get nothing done but run back and forth between the 3.

Needless to say, shock was the emotion of the moment. And how, or why, was no one knew the answer two, except maybe one....::

::He was not disappointed, directly in Datho's line of sight, directly outside the rather large windows surrounding this lab there he sat. His large black feathered wings holding him steadily in place outside the home, his scythe rested horizontally across both hands.

But Death had been shown the door entirely too many times now for it gain access now.

It was true, she was frantic, but that nurses outfit was not just for show. In a blink the panicked little girl was silenced, and the nurse came out to work. With watered eyes threatening to ruin her make up she flipped Datho onto his back. Her right hand under her left and directly on his sternum.::

No!

::She shouted as she made her first pump at his chest.::

No you dont!

::As she made two more, and dropped her head down to his lips checking for breathing. And then she continued, her voice almost sounding angry. But not at Datho.::

You cant have him!

::She pushed harder, and harder still. She wasnt physically strong enough to break his ribs, but she was going to put everything she had into this. The constant thumping tossed her once nicely brushed hair into its usually crazed style.::

He's home now! Give him back!

::After about 9 thumps, she paused. She checked for breathing everything 3, all she could do was pray. Otherwise...well she was a little too embarassed to think about that right now.::

::Seconds, were hours, she waited hoped, and was just a moment from praying when she heard the thumps and the breaths.::

Datho!

::She screamed, like someone who had just watched a friend disembark off a plane and was running to greet them. Though with the desperation on her tone you might think they saw a dead friend. Blood was nothing to worry about, she was just too happy to see him alive. Her arms reached forward and slung around his neck lifting him a bit off the ground.::

Thank you, thank you, thank you...your not allowed to leave...

::For a moment she shot a vicious glare at the window, and then back to Datho. For the moment all she could think to do was hold on.::

Yeow...dieses brände...

::The Doctor explained as he made his way to Mary and Datho with a napkin held to his nose.::

Zhat shouldnt not have been possible for anyone below zhe 7th Power Spectrum. I zhink its time ve discussed Dazho's past...

It's so cold.

A smile.

This reminded Lazenca of being in the arctic reigons where he'd met up with Louveteau. It was much of the same... a man walking alone through the cold. Howling wind, a bit of snow... it was all the same. The big difference here was that liquids didn't freeze in seconds, and that Lazenca wasn't walking through a blizzard.

For the sake of convenience and shutting out the wind, Laz was wearing a gray tee that had its sleeves torn off. Upon his breast was the symbol of that place he held employment long ago, [R]Evolution. Remember to recall, reminisce and reflect. Walking through the snow... it gave him time to recover.

This was only one "stop" on the journey. There would soon be training in the element, and he would seek those hotter areas, so that he may build resistance. Lazenca found that the stronger he'd become in ice and water, the more heat bothered him... he found himself always freezing the air around him for it. Maybe at the end of all this, when the journey came to the conclusion and if he survived it all, Laz would be a better fighter, a better fighter... a better person.

But for now, where were only the sandals crunching through snow.

The bands on his arm were colored as sivered, but lined in gold. though he blocked blades and clubs with them, they weren't bent or in danger of shattering. There was something about these gauntlets.

"Verstand..."

It was only an utterered word, but its effect was tremendous. Lazenca suddenly felt dizzy, and sa a flash of white, as if he were stuck in the face. Certain lines of his medium glowed, and his right arm felt heavy with the amount of power he was holding. Energy had to move and remain active... there had to be a purpose. The charging was taking a toll on him, especially since he had just multiplied his power. All of this, without thinking about the nec--

"YAAAA!"

Lazenca's body was forced downwards, feeling as if his hand were attatched to a weight. Then came the sound... or lack thereof. Somewhere in his mind, the sudden silence triggered an instinctual panic. He hadn't any need to worry about silence for long because it was then that a Manheim Steamroller, voiced by a chorus of shrill screams, assaulted his senses.

With it came a force so powerful that he was lifted off his feet, and thrown somewhere into a frozen tree. The ground he formerly stood on was frozen solid, a deep layer of ice surrounding a craggy crater.

"..."

And Lazenca, with a sore arm, was KO.

Like Mary, Sunstrike winced at the sharp look, fingers tightening against the person he held. She smelled like flowers, of all things...even in a place like this.

Sun looked at the offered hand and the look on the doctors face and at first he felt the cold stir against his mind and in his heart. Whether he was conscious of it or not, he'd become a threat to the people he was with, and he was afraid. Then the doctor spoke:



It was as if the tall man had said a magic word, and Sunstrike found himself rising off the ground and reaching out to the hand, there was a small moment of cold as he left the girls embrace. Fix this...they were going to...

Joy filled him and he grinned in responce. There had been a choice there, at one point, but with those words, with that promise, it was as if the chain had always been around his neck, the cuffs around his hands. But the weight of the decision might as well have been nonexistant.

The few metallic bits of his outfit jingled as he limped to the doctor, casually rubbing a hand against the bump where his head had hit the floor and when he felt the gloved hand slip into his own, he let himself look back to Mary on the floor, a soft smile and a wave.

Everything was going to be alright now, the look said, just before he turned back to follow the doctor.