Psiclone:
*Rikky Looks over as he hears/senses someone approaching, and turns to see.... but scents the man before he sights him. Attrait. One of his superiors, under only the Highlord and Scratch. He straightens as the man approaches, saluting* Good afternoon, sir. Yes, sir, as you order. And I do not think... she can help me.... as such, sir. *the man was friendly and French. Rikky liked that, as it was a throwback to his homeplace. And Attrait always held such a pleasant smile and demeanor. The Eshva who was really pushing his luck being outside, and paying for it, nodded, thankful*

Attrait:
-=- He glanced at Rika not letting his smile waiver. He instead said with his power dripping off of every word. -=- /// I would try harder to curb those powers in my presence. /// -=- The words etching if they could to her subconcious. She wasn't a bad kid, a bit permiscious, but a nice girl. He did place a hand upon her shoulder allowing the other to fall to the middle of his back. A soft unleathered hand as he turned his gaze back to Rikky. -=- You have been busy, so also take a small break if you wish, I dont want /anyone/ over worked. -=- He never had and probablly never would have to suggest anything to Rikky. He vaugely trusted the kid, With that he gently patted Rika's shoulder again. He looked towards Rika and then towards Rikky, raising a brow, he deeply appericated Rikky's honesty and nodded.-=- Rika, I am sure you can find a use for yourself inside as well yes? -=- He released her shoulder then and nodded back towards Rikky. Then he simply turned looking back towards Scratch. The only man he fully trusted. With everything he had. That is what friends were for. Expecially ones who could dig your grave, and place you in it before you knew you were dead. He wouldn't blame Scratch if he wound up doing such one day, but so fully trusted him, he let it be, even when vunerable. -=-

Pirahna:
*the power easily affects her..she has minimal shields, noone ever having the patience or time to try and install or teach her how to build them up* Yes sir *a smile dances in her eyes, continuing its journey to her lips as she look over ATTRAIT...even with the compulsion to curb her powers she still looked on him as prey...even her superiors were fair game,she just had to go about it a a little more cautiously...it was a game, nothing more*

Psiclone:
*RIKA slips in her control and Rikky notices, though he hadn't relaxed his shields. But it does make him start, and he blinks over at her, sees her apologetic smile and smiles back, understanding. The moment he feels the change, tho, he shields ATTRAIT from her abilities, throwing more over the man than he has over himself... Attrait was vastly superior in rank, and Rikky is under compulsion to protect him. Added to that Rikky LIKES the man, and most his shielding goes over ATTRAIT, which leaves him less covered than he previously was, though he'd by no means dropped his shielding. It does, however, give slightly new meaning to why he started at the sensations. He could /feel/ that... and he didn't like it, didn't like being not of his own mind. Oh, if only he knew...*

Blackdagger:
~*~ He simply tossed Mettalic's box aside not caring the contents, they were probably useless anyway. He placed his down with more ease and called ~*~ Um. . Medic? ~*~ He didn't know, what to cry for, seeing as well they didn't really have medics, or docs here seeing as no one was planning on him getting hurt. He shook his head at the hand and automatically went to field training, to try to help Metalic. ~*~ Man, well if it is broken I hope you can play with you feet, try not to move it. . .Hey Pole, you were in the E.R. a lot, what do they do to broken crap? ~*~ James honestly didn't know. Most of his bones knit back before he got to the medics. ~*~

Mettalic:
*he starts laughing as he watches BLACKs reaction* I guess goliaths like you don't get hurt *he continues to flex his hand wincing in pain * Don't think its broke, a fracture maybe....*sigh* more than likely it's a bad bruise *he shakes his head, disgusted at himself* still can't play with it like that

Scratch:
*Scratch heard everything, of course, he was paying attention to the entire episode... one of the ways he knew so much, his hearing was just that keen, tho Rikky's was/could be keener. He smiles as Attrait uses his talents in accordance with RIKA. What an absolute gentleman. Scratch chuckles to himself, rubs the side of his face and looks away for a brief moment. One thing Attrait never failed to do was impress Scratch, a very rare event. Yes, best not to trust him /completey/... always leave that doubt. Could hurt himself big time otherwise. Thing was, much as Scratch could use those words a mantra, he'd already done it, and just tried to make himself believe he hadn't. Trust someone utterly. Other than his wife, he never has before and never had since... except Attrait, but then, that wasn't complete, right? Right. Safer that way. He pitches his voice for Attrait to hear on the man's way back* The RUNners have a technopath, you know, I think its good we have one. Otherwise we're S.O.L. Damn horrible power, tho, if you ask me. *he gets back on the old subject, but his eyes smile at his friend from behind the sunglasses*

Warpole:
*Pole glances over, adjust his sight from inside darkness to outside brightness, and assesses the situation, eyes narrowed. He'd been messing around with some kind of adaptor and almost blushed that he, with cyberhearing, hadn't noticed Mettalic's plight. He snorts at BLACK's words* Guess you wouldn't know, huh? *Pole stands from his crouch and drops the cords he was fiddling with* IF its broken, they put a cast on it, maybe plaster. Depending on the break, they might just wrap it. Bring him here and I'll x-ray it, like Superstud would do... *he grins and walks over to meet them halfway*

Mettalic:
OH man! a cast? thats even worse.....I get one of those puppies and its going to be at least a month before I play again....I can't have that *he chuckles* sides, they interfere with other things...like women *he looks down at his hand again* it makes things some things a little 'awkward'

Attrait:
-=- He wandered back from Rikky and Rika, His hands falling to his waist perfectly again. He rose a brow his eyes straining against the sun. -=- Perhaps, but if there is one there is two, and then there are hundreds. Who knows, at one time. . .-=- his voice lowered as he neared no reason to speak loudly, seeing as Scratch could hear anything. (( like a fly fart)) . -=- it was assumed no UNnatual power was the same, but then we have pyros and telepaths, telekenitics, hyper sences. . . it could just be another branch of Telepathy for all we know. . . an area less studied. -=- He folded his arms about his chest and said quietly. -=- I do not like how stagegringly powerful they are becoming, each one we find is more deadly than the last. -=- Deep within his thoughts, he knew his age, his abilities, his training, and the simple rage an adolesenct could have, and it darkened his demeanor. -=- Sometimes, teaching them maners, and how to 'play nice' makes everything worth it. Just that alone. . . -=- Of course refering to teaching UNnaturals their power useage. -=- He turned to Sratch again, adding a final. -=- But how can you teach something you've never encountered?

*Several other Cyhunters wander about, lifting, helping, speaking to old friends and eachother. Hyaline glances over at RIKA and grimaces. Easily as beautiful as Rika, only her programming kept her from simply destroying the bitch as she passes too close. Cybernetics adjust to compensate for the influx, abnormal amounts, of pheremones. Hyaline says nothing, just glowers, swinging a real ton of equipment about as if it were nothing. Stockpile and Raze do their share, Gash is no where to be seen and everyone is probably happier for it... the weirdo. He was so... /ookie/. Bad vibes, that one. Even Pole avoided him, though he had his reasons. Many others wandered about, Vet Hunters, rookies, science boy, lab techies, each with their emblems showing, their identifying colors plain to see. The only lack of help was from the Psi's... only Rikky was present, assisting*

Pirahna:
*Rika catches sight of Hyaline glowering at her and moves slightly in an instinctive reaction putting Rikky between them....an old habit one formed out of self defense, and years of using her men as her protection*

Blackdagger:
~*~ He walked with them, he had been trained with these situations, about 7 years ago , but lack of practice seemed to cause groggy memorys. He glanced at Metallic. ~*~ You really don't know? ~*~ He then moved along side him as they walked to the x-ray machine. Even when he was hurt for days they never casted ANYTHING. He withdrew a box-knife, and looked at Metalic, ~*~ If this were to slice you you'd bleed, and whine moan complain for a bit, and scar? Right? I can't I really /don't know. . .

Mettalic:
well, I know the basics *he glances over at POLE and lowers his voice* though to be honest, I don't think I have ever read a complete file on anyone..*even during training he skimmed the assigned files, preferring instead to spend his time on his music, and his wheels*....I prefer to learn by experience

Scratch:
*Scratch nods sagely, understanding the darkening demeanor of ATTRAIT* Absolutely. But a technopath... I really do think they're rare. I hope so. The others... *he waves a hand* It won't always be like this, Jean. *his voice lowers* We're a dying breed, but it'll get worse before it gets better.The RUNners are getting more desperate and we have to adjust our methods to it. Its a sick game, but one that has to be played, unfortunately. Allowed to go free, untrained, unnaturals can do far too much damage to the Natural world. *he sighs and frowns at his watch as it goes off, an alarm* Crap. Time for you to go, I guess, that's what you had me set it for, right? Take a raincheck on the coffee, use our transports, just plug one in, and hey... *he turns to face Attrait fully, extending his hand in a familiar gesture of friendship, a shake* Don't be a stranger. Take care, Jean

Warpole:
*Pole reaches the two, METTALIC and BLACKDAGGER, and reaches for Mike's hand. So fragile. He blinks at it* Lemme see... hold it out. *visibly, cybereyes adjust, and his program kicks in on silent command... he literally has x-ray vision when he wants it, and he checks the bone underneath* Bruised, nothing more. But its gonna hurt like hell if you need to play. Ask the medics for the right drugs, you can still play and pay for it the next day. or you can try and find one of healers in this mess.... And for god's SAKE man, we don't tell ya to read the files to hear our own voices. Fuck the experience, you'll learn that anyway. get a leg-up, don't be an idiot. All you'll do is make yerself a friggin easy and STUPID target. Get hooked on phonics. Its good for you.

Mettalic:
Handy talent ya go there *he watches his hand, wincing as he flexes it* Think I'll go for the drugs healers sometimes wierd out on ya when you ask something minor *he visible winces...damn cybernetic hearing....forgot about that...he almost rolls his eyes as POLE starts the lecture, almost, but not quite, after all, Pole was his superior* Yes....sir

Scratch:
-=- He saluted Scratch again and lowered his hand to give a sturdy shake. -=- Oh I hope they are a rariety sir. And I am prepared for the worst. As dreadful as that sounds. -=- He released the firm grip and walked casually towards a transport. -=- Yes Coffie is a good thing. Perhpas Next Wednsday, I know you are free. -=- He turned back and smiled weakly -=- I checked. -=- He moved a few paces more and added his back still turned, his hands clasped there. -=- I won't be a stranger, there is paper work I need to go over after all the transfers to this base. -=- A low chuckle, and he departed. -=-

Psiclone:
Rikky glances at the smaller form of RIKA as she moves herself to use Rikky as a shield from the cyhunter Hyaline. He rolls his eyes and sighs... she'd hardly needed to do it, he would have protected her anyway had the cyhunter gone crazy for whatever reason. Whether he could have done much was another subject all together. Then he chuckles and turns for the inside, completing his task and following Attrait's orders* It must not be easy for you... *meaning her affect on women

Pirahna:
*she looks up at RIKKY almost sheepishly* sorry? *the one word offered as both an apology and an excuse for using him as a shield..she watches him turn towards and building and with a shrug decides to accompany him..after all, it was sort of orders...* whats easy in life? *a mirthful chuckle leaves her lips*

Blackdagger:
~*~ He then turned from the pair and stretched, tossing the boxknife aside. ~*~ I'll grab the left-overs. ~*~ Wandering outside, which startingly had become less crowded, Tytan was probably inside placing the tons of steel work out equiptment in it's place, Emme most likely helping the Techies, A few milled about. He grabbed the last of their load, blinking catching sight of Scratch for a moment. He looked over the man for a long time, or it seemed like a long time. Not daring to glance longer instead he looked towards the transports. J.X.'s sugestions still stark in his mind. As if they were the fabric of reality. He caught sight of Attrait moving to a transport, surely his supperior's attention was soley focused there. He instead moved as he hadn't seen him at all, back to the complex. He walked towards Metalic, his mood dampered, as he placed the stuff down. ~*~ That's the last of it. I am needed elsewhere. I hope your hand is okay. ~*~ He looked towards Pole and gave a full salute, and turned to work deeper in the base. ~*~

Metttalic:
*He looks up from his hand to see BLACK standing in the door* yeah, it'll survive to play again *a grin crosses his face* Ya, I'll see ya round...maybe at one of my concerts or something eh?

Scratch:
*Scratch grins broadly as Attrait walks off, confesses to having Scratch' schedule, and promises to come around every now and then. Soft laughter from Ian and a nod* Next Wednesday, then. *he watches his friend fully leave and turns back towards other matters, checking invoices and such* *

Warpole:
Pole nods to Black, smiles faintly* Catch ya later, bud. Maybe a beer sometime, not that either of us would be affected by it. See ya. *he refocuses his attention on METTALIC's injury, but doesn't miss Black's strange look at Scratch, though it means nothing to the cyhunter*

Scratch:
*Scratch is well aware that Black has glanced at him more than once this day, wonders if was an unconscious desire to talk, to just assess, or something else. He sighs to himself, it wasn't easy for him either, having James know. But he'd waited long to tell him, waited for James to be old enough and strong enough. He hoped he hadn't misgauged the timing, and while Black's back is turned, while his mood sours, Scratch watches him go, eyes shielded behind his glasses*

Warpole:
*Pole growls faintly and takes an a plastic cold pack, one he breaks to get the coldness to trigger, and he breaks it, applying it to Mike's hand* There... keep the cold on it for a few hours. When that one wears out, gets some ice. *then he nods and straightens, looking around with piercing blue eyes* Wonder when the ribbon-cutting ceremony is. If we get one, anyway. *his attention turns back to Mike and his brows raise sharply* Yes sir as in shut up and stop preaching, or yes sir, I will follow orders since, you being my superior and more trained in the field than I, probably know what the hell yer talking about and therefore gave me good sage advice?

Mettalic:
sure *the pain lessens as the cold takes effect* thanks *a chuckle leaves his lips* yeah, and the president of the united states and his latest doxy will do the cutting while we stand around pretending to be normal and that this is just some state of the art insane asylum or something right? *...he looks a little nervous as POLE confronts him on his pat answer* uhmmmm....yes? *though he doubts that pole would be satisfied with that, he could lie and say that he would read the files but he doesn't know what all POLE is equipped with..he could have a lie detector and then he would be blatantly caught, however if he went with the first option he was likely to get his ass fried....talk about a rock and a hard place.*

Psiclone:
Nothing, if what I am told is true. *Rikky smiles down at her for a moment, and sighs. Now inside he feels better, but still, the day is not his friend, no part of it, its why he comes out at night, night which loves him...* Nothing at all. *he wants to take off his protective wraps, they were restrictive, but he leaves them on* You depend a great deal on your talents... you use them in... questionable manners... even against superiors. Do you not ever tire of them? Your talents? *he isn't ridiculing, and his voice makes that obvious, just as obvious as he's amazed a superior would be treated with anything but utmost respect. How Rika had reacted to Attrait rather confused Rikky*

Pirahna:
*she seems to echo his sigh* nothing in mine has been, I doubt anyones is *she looks up at him* don't you? *meaning her dependance on her powers* We all use our powers *she shrugs* they are what we do best *she steps back a bit and looks him over...was this the inquisition?.*Her eyes briefly take on a wary look...this was something she was unused to...but, its Rikky... the wary look vanishes as she starts to chuckle at herself* This is a serious conversation, something I am entirely unused to *when she looks back up at him somehow she seems more relaxed* its nice....to just talk....I never do that....to answer your question though.....tire of them? yes...and no...*an involuntary shiver runs through her body* its proven that I can't live without them

Warpole:
*Pole folds his arms over his huge chest, massive arms clearly visible, an he arches a fine blonde brow high, his eyes locked on Mettalic. One thing Pole couldn't STAND was a dismissive answer and disobedience. He hated it. So he ignores the rest and focuses on one aspect* "Um yes" /what?/ And I warn you, boy, I have infrared vision engaged at all times. I have the ability to read your heartbeat.... know if yer telling the truth or not. Easy as pie. So when I ask ya a question, I expect it ordered, completely, not these little shit answers you think are funny. So I ask ya one more time, and one time only. Which one is it.

Mettalic:
*..ooops....me and my big mouth...knew I should have stayed away from him* If I said it was the first I would be a total moron...yes, sir...I will try to read the files *okay, what sort of trouble has he gotten himself into now....restrictions? demerits? not like they can take any more rank from him,he lost it almost as soon as he got it, any lower and hes reduced to rookie status, and he has too much seniority for quite that.*

Psiclone:
Cannot... *he blinks down at her with those lovely shadowgold eyes, thickly fringed with smoked lashes. His slender brows furrow gently, his head tips to the side as he regards her* Cannot live without them? *his voice quiets, very soft, a whisper pitched for her alone* You were living just fine without you powers, Rika, you simply did not /like/ it. And you're alive here and now. Obviously, there is more to you than simply your generous gifts, do you not think? Or do even you believe you truly are nothing, empty, worthless, but save for your abilities? How can you ever know you are really liked... or really hated... or really loved? *But Rikky is very interested now, in a gentler, more benevolent version of the games his brother likes to play... this wasn't a game, he wasn't going for hurt, for reaction, just... he truly wanted to know what she thought of herself*

Pirahna:
*she admires his eyes, the lashes...what she wouldn't give for those lashes......she shakes her head, her arms wrapping around herself as if to hold out the memory* you call that living? *she turns and takes a few steps away* we are all nothing except our abilities..everything is what we can do

Warpole:
*Pole was, of course, having a bit of fun at the poor boy's expense, but it seemed to be working, the kid was nervous. Pole fights back a grin, eyes still tight, narrowed* You'll TRY to read the files? As an old, wise man once said, and you mind me boy, you listen and learn... "there is only do or do not. There is no try". You pickin' up what I'm throwing down, son?

Mettalic:
*he swallows nervously* yes sir, I will *he recognizes the quote instantly he was a huge fan of the old rock and the old movies...figuring he is in enough shit already he might as well dive in full bore, after all, he can't see himself in too much deeper..so he offers up his own response with a half hearted grin* uhmm....may the force be with you?

Psiclone:
*Rikky watches her closely, gracefully leans against the wall, adores the cool shadows of this hallway, hidden from painful sun* You were /alive/, Rika, so yes, I call it living. As I said, you simply didn't LIKE it. *he shifts slightly, gaze stuck, attention fastened to her alone* So you think it.. they... your talents, are all you are, the sum and total, no? You tell me there is nothing more to you? You are not more than the power to attract or repel? There is not a human being inside, affected by her talents as much as they affect others? Do you truly believe you are nothing else?

Pirahna:
*she shivers as if cold and wraps her arms tighter around herself* only 'he' kept my body alive, that is not living *she shakes her head and her voice seem to fade off as her thoughts wander once more down that path* no, not living...*with effort she once more shakes herself from the memory* naturals, unnaturals, supernatural...all of us are judged by our abilities, if one is not capable then they do not measure up..ablilities is all any of us are...ablities encased within this useless shell we call a body

Warpole:
May the force be with you! *it comes out in startling volume, but said very seriously, in answer to Mettalic. A huge hand claps down on Mike's narrower shoulders in a grasp of comradie and understanding. Pole hasn't smiled, but he's delighted his quote wasn't wasted* May the force be with you, indeed, boy. And always remember... its not wise to anger a Wookie. *he nods sagely, slowly, no spark of jest on his broad face*

Mettalic:
*a sigh of relief passes through his lips, his frame instantly relaxing as your hand grasps his shoulders....he's beginning to wonder if maybe luck was an aspect of his powers, too many times he has managed to squeak out of a tight spot unscathed and once more it seems it will be done....* agreed

Psiclone:
*Rikky keeps his attention firmly rooted on the girl before, who is so lovely, and...* You have no self esteem, do you? You think you are worthless but for that which you can offer the GUARD. You do not think there is more to you? *she was dodging his inqueries, answering roundabout ways. He was determined to receive his answer tho* What you say is true to an extent, Rika, but it is not a complete answer. The body is not quite a useless shell, as you well know, and abilities enhance us, but do make us up... completely, at any rate. Tell me what you think of /yourself/.

Pirahna:
our abilities make us what we are...there is nothing more *she looks at him in total confusion* its all in my file...what else do you want?

Warpole:
*Warpole squeezes Mettalic's shoulder before he lowers his hand, but his eyes are intense as always* Good, good... cuz theyr'll be a quiz on the files later. You have a week. I'll have the test. Capice?

Mettalic:
a quiz? *his eyes open in astonishment..okay maybe he didn't get off so easily* what is this? grade school? *the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them and he winces...that probably wasn't the best thing to say*

Psiclone:
*Rikky inwardly rolls his eyes. Was this really that difficult for her? He repeats it again, slowly, succinctly* Tell me what you think of yourself. Come on, Rika, you must have some idea of who you are.

Pirahna:
*She still looks at him in confusion, her posture no longer as relaxed* I am me, Rika Storm born in Ireland, currently employed in GUARD. that is me

Warpole:
Act like a frickin' child, I'll treat you like one. And in my opinion, not reading the files is so fuckin' childish as to be prepubescent. Yer balls ain't dropped yet, is that it? That why yer voice squeaks? *Pole now was quite serious* I am yer superior officer, you /will/ respect my wishes, you /will/ follow my orders. And if I have ta test you like a gradeschooler, then by god and by gum, I will. Gotta problem with that, boy? *he stresses the last word*

Mettalic:
*SHIT! he did get himself in deep shit this time....no way he can get out of it...but that is what he gets for not following the regs, he has broken too many of them in the past and not gotten caught so..in respect he was getting off light...* No sir, no problem sir. *well looks like he will be stuck around base for a bit..damnit, he hated being on base...normally he might show up once a month...if that, now he will probably be there a full week, not a venture he was looking forward too*

Psiclone:
*Rikky hazards it, he unfolds his arms and leans forward, very slowly raising his hands as he does so, that Rika might move out of the way if she doesn't like him touching her... but he shifts to gently cup her face in his long, pale hands, hold her gently there, very careful of his shields and more than conscious of her abilities. He lowers himself physically, seeming more on her level of height rather than the extremely tall creature he is* That is not /you/, Rika... *he murmurs the words, for her alone, intimate somehow in this closer proximity* Those are statistics, those are facts. I wish to know if you know /you/. The things no file can possibly contain, or would have to. What is your favorite color? Do you like flowers? If so, what kind? Do you watch cartoons? Can you sing the Darkwing Duck theme song? Do you like movies? If so, do you like the ones you cry watching, the ones that move you to tears? Do you hate tears, would you rather laugh? Who is your favorite actor? Why? Who has influenced you most in life? What are your dreams, your aspirations? Where do you stand politically? Religiously? Do you believe in God? Do you fancy evolution? Do you like popcorn buttered or plain? Do you ever cringe in a thunderstorm, hate the noise, or do you revel in lightning flashes? /Who/ /are/ /you/, Rika? Beyond the powers and abilities and usefulness, who ARE you? Do you know?

Pirahna:
*she merely stands there, her emerald gaze taking in his every movement, admiring his grace, his form...coveting it for herself...if I had such, then perhaps, maybe I would not need my powers....for the second time in her memory someone looks at her and touches her without the desire to kill her or love her...and both times it has been the same person...one whom she would like to call a friend, but she has never had one before, and as such was wary...* I.... I.. *Fear flashes in her eyes... this was a confrontation she did not expect, it was one she did not know how to handle...what did she truly like to do?....she didn't know, she always did what was expected of her, she was what others wanted her to be, what others thought her to be...what else could she be?* like anything

Warpole:
This aint no 'weekend warrior' job shit, boy, its not a reserves. You've hardly been on base, you go off with yer damn bike, you play yer damn music, and while that's all fine and good, great for you, whoopiefuckingdo, you're GUARD, understand? This isn't a military base and yer not here to get yer G.I bill. I've reviewed yer files, unlike SOME people, I read files, a lot... I know yer M.O., I know where you go, I know places you frequent. Hell, boy, I even /been/ to a few. Illusion covered, but there. Bet you never guessed I could do that cuz you don't read yer /files/, right? I watched ya... ain't never /met/ ya before today, but that's don't mean I ain't watching ya. And if I'm doing that, best believe higher up than me is doing it too. Start acting like what you ARE... a GUARDian. Yer gonna get yer ass WHACKEd something fierce onna these days you not careful. *Pole's gaze is intent on the younger man's face, boring into him, solid. He's commanding attention, demanding he be heard... and his words accepted