Anise was actually sleeping well for once. When morning came, she was curled up on her side, her arms tightly hugging her pillow in the same way they would usually hold Tokunaga
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Depth Charge had figured as much- even if he had his doubts about Peter being too much of a nice guy, it was pretty obvious by now that there was something more than just plain dumb luck keeping him alive. You didn't skirt by on coincidences here; the only ones of those you were likely to run into were the ones that offed you in ten nanokliks flat.
So obviously there was something he was missing here- maybe he had some of those flashy magical powers he'd seen people showing off in the hallways and just wasn't too vocal about it, or maybe he'd been trained in some sort of lost martial art. Or maybe, just maybe, he represented one in a million and actually had a good head on his shoulders and knew how to stay out of trouble.
As Peter changed the subject the Maximal found that it was a mixture of the two. "Healers?" he repeated, blinking. Oh, yeah. The guy was a trained medic of some sort, from what he'd heard. That probably helped. If there was one skill that was just as useful as being able to get out of scrapes, it was being able to clean up after them- and as much as Depth Charge hated to admit it, with the kind of do-or-die attitude he had, he'd relied on technicians more than he'd liked over the years. There were only so many loose screws some basic first aid training could tighten.
"Don't know if I can help much. I ended up at the room for those St. Francis medics a couple of nights back," he said after a moment, shaking his head. "but my guess is you've already tried those. Having trouble finding volunteers?"
It wasn't that much of a surprise to learn that Depth Charge didn't know much. He didn't seem like the healer sort and probably didn't make a habit of associating with them. Peter imagined that when Depth Charge got injured he tended to just deal with it instead of seeking out help.
Although it sounded like he'd been to the old healing "club" at least once in the past, and that was a good point to jump from if nothing else. "That's the thing," he said in reply. "There used to be that healing group, but now I'm pretty sure that everyone involved with it is gone." It was definitely a bad sign when all of the healers were disappearing, but Peter knew for a fact that there were more out there. He just didn't know why they refused to reveal themselves; at the least, they could have made it so they were easier to get a hold of.
"I'm hoping to either start something similar or organize a group where we wander the institute at night in search of injured people. It can be pretty hard to get back to the rooms depending on where you get attacked, so..." But now he was just babbling. He didn't even know if Depth Charge was interested in any of this, so it was probably best to just cut this short and get to the point.
"Anyway, um... if you meet anyone who you think would be interested in that, could you point them my way?" He gave Depth Charge a nervous smile, though he already knew that the man would do what he could to help. "Thanks."
So obviously there was something he was missing here- maybe he had some of those flashy magical powers he'd seen people showing off in the hallways and just wasn't too vocal about it, or maybe he'd been trained in some sort of lost martial art. Or maybe, just maybe, he represented one in a million and actually had a good head on his shoulders and knew how to stay out of trouble.
As Peter changed the subject the Maximal found that it was a mixture of the two. "Healers?" he repeated, blinking. Oh, yeah. The guy was a trained medic of some sort, from what he'd heard. That probably helped. If there was one skill that was just as useful as being able to get out of scrapes, it was being able to clean up after them- and as much as Depth Charge hated to admit it, with the kind of do-or-die attitude he had, he'd relied on technicians more than he'd liked over the years. There were only so many loose screws some basic first aid training could tighten.
"Don't know if I can help much. I ended up at the room for those St. Francis medics a couple of nights back," he said after a moment, shaking his head. "but my guess is you've already tried those. Having trouble finding volunteers?"
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Although it sounded like he'd been to the old healing "club" at least once in the past, and that was a good point to jump from if nothing else. "That's the thing," he said in reply. "There used to be that healing group, but now I'm pretty sure that everyone involved with it is gone." It was definitely a bad sign when all of the healers were disappearing, but Peter knew for a fact that there were more out there. He just didn't know why they refused to reveal themselves; at the least, they could have made it so they were easier to get a hold of.
"I'm hoping to either start something similar or organize a group where we wander the institute at night in search of injured people. It can be pretty hard to get back to the rooms depending on where you get attacked, so..." But now he was just babbling. He didn't even know if Depth Charge was interested in any of this, so it was probably best to just cut this short and get to the point.
"Anyway, um... if you meet anyone who you think would be interested in that, could you point them my way?" He gave Depth Charge a nervous smile, though he already knew that the man would do what he could to help. "Thanks."
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