1 - MORE POSSIBLE!FUTURE STUFFmightcarelessJanuary 1 2013, 20:51:35 UTC
When he gets a phone call from David as an ICE, he's not entirely sure what to think. Unless, of course, the ICE has something to do with David's situation with his paranormal killer. He swears quietly to himself when he hangs up and and get into his SUV.
There's a stop at the gift shop where he's baffled for a few moments before picking up a photography magazine and a box of candy. Everyone likes candy, he supposes. It's one of those odd things again. He supposed something has... happened between them. They got to know each other better in figuring out plans on how to get a certain someone.
He sees the sign in list, checks names, nods at those he knows or knows of before writing his name down. Then there's a quiet knock before he peeks his head into David's hospital room. "Saunders? You awake?"
David waves a hand. Yes, he's awake--and his injury was bad enough that he's on the good stuff. So he's more than a little loopy. "Hey." He grins. "Good to see you."
He walks in and leaves the magazine and candy on one of the roll away night stands. "Glad to see you're all right." The smile is small as he stuffs his hands into his jeans. "And awake, I see. Mind if I sit?"
"So... what happened?" He breathes out quietly as he settles his tall frame into a chair, the length of hair a touch shorter than the last time they talked. "And are you all right?"
"Better than the last time I was here," he says with a shrug that's hampered by bandages around his right shoulder. "Not a bullet wound this time." Although he had barely dodged a concussion, has two broken ribs, and the bandages on his shoulder cover up a deep gash.
"I heard from birdies that was pretty nasty. For all my scars, i don't have a bullet hole. Yet. You never know in this line of work." He's quite for a moment, glancing around the room before he scoots up in his chair. There are so many questions and he looks... very guilty when he looks at the bandages. "I suppose my planning for the worst case backfired."
"Nah," David shrugs. He's pretty much accepted responsibility--both for the shooter's tricking him into a position where being beaten up was the best possible outcome and, in the end, for this guy being after him at all. "He just planned better."
"Still, I thought of every possible way.... I thought." He runs his hand through his hair and for a moment he doesn't get why he's distressed. For now, he's going to blame it on the idea that even thought he's not apart of their lives as much as he'd like, David is a father. Victor's lack of planning nearly got a father killed. Though, he's not blocking his thoughts. Despite what he reasons, he comes back thought David could have been killed. "I can't help but think I could have done more, I suppose."
David shakes his head. "Not unless you want to go up against the guy yourself." He sighs and shifts a bit. His shoulder doesn't hurt, with all the painkillers, but it itches instead.
"Which might not be such a bad idea," he admits after giving up on relieving that itch. "I don't seem to be having such great luck." And there is the point that Victor's power isn't psychic, doesn't affect the mind directly but the body, and that he might be able to beat the shooter's immunity. But he knows by now that Victor's not too happy with his power.
"Perhaps," Victor ventures quietly, studying the other man's face. Funny, considering how they met, considering all the other things between them he finds its strange that the face becomes more... David. He shakes his head, not quite smiling at the thought. "Though it might be fairer if I did."
He looks at the other man for a moment, brows quirked up in a silent question about the itch but focusing on what he said, "It would be... It's not so much powers in the end. I would think it's more about training." Though... he quietly sighs, "My powers could help." A flash of memory of using his powers not to emotionally effect someone but physically, making them ill. But once that's done he's reflecting on what he said. It's an odd situation, it truly is. What he's talking about is... well. He doesn't like using his powers on civilians but this man is after a... a father of two children.
He's also after the children themselves, once David is dead. Otherwise David probably wouldn't have gone so far as to ask for help. As it is, he nods. "It would. But I can find a way to beat him without it."
"Third time is often the charm in these things." He studies the cards for a moment. Spots the two that seem to look hand drawn by crayon.
That hits home. It hits home sharply. "He doesn't have to see me, you know. My powers don't need something to focus on and they're rooted in the body's chemistry and not so much of what he's protected by."
"So you could do it," David says slowly, "without him knowing? Without him coming after you for it?" He shouldn't take the offer. He really shouldn't. He shouldn't let someone else get tangled up in this, give the job of avenging his uncle and himself to someone else. But... It's tempting.
"Mmm, you'd be right. It's not... like you and Alice. Well, I think you and Alice are two different creatures but." He breathes out slowly, "If he's a human, he's effected by my powers. It would be even better if he didn't know I was around. My power doesn't affect thoughts."
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There's a stop at the gift shop where he's baffled for a few moments before picking up a photography magazine and a box of candy. Everyone likes candy, he supposes. It's one of those odd things again. He supposed something has... happened between them. They got to know each other better in figuring out plans on how to get a certain someone.
He sees the sign in list, checks names, nods at those he knows or knows of before writing his name down. Then there's a quiet knock before he peeks his head into David's hospital room. "Saunders? You awake?"
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"Which might not be such a bad idea," he admits after giving up on relieving that itch. "I don't seem to be having such great luck." And there is the point that Victor's power isn't psychic, doesn't affect the mind directly but the body, and that he might be able to beat the shooter's immunity. But he knows by now that Victor's not too happy with his power.
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He looks at the other man for a moment, brows quirked up in a silent question about the itch but focusing on what he said, "It would be... It's not so much powers in the end. I would think it's more about training." Though... he quietly sighs, "My powers could help." A flash of memory of using his powers not to emotionally effect someone but physically, making them ill. But once that's done he's reflecting on what he said. It's an odd situation, it truly is. What he's talking about is... well. He doesn't like using his powers on civilians but this man is after a... a father of two children.
And possibly a friend.
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That hits home. It hits home sharply. "He doesn't have to see me, you know. My powers don't need something to focus on and they're rooted in the body's chemistry and not so much of what he's protected by."
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