"Huh? Oh yeah this ass won't shut her damn mouth," Trish said pointing over her shoulder. "Oh right you can't see her can you?"
"Pfft I wish. No one of them damn "powers" they stuck us in them pods for is this dumbass that always tries giving me advice," Trish explained. "She's really damn annoying."
Max sat crouched for a long handful of seconds, mulling the information over, and deciding how to respond. "I need them sometimes, yes, but you need them too. And...." She slid her fingers into the container, and pulled out what looked like a glossy, transluscent sticker. "You do not eat them. They stick to the side of your neck, and dissolve into your blood through your skin. That's what one of my han- that's what the whitecoats told me." She set the container itself down carefully, and, using her now-free hand, seized the thick curtain of red hair that hid most of her face, and drew it back to expose herself fully. Max's pale skin was so thin that a great number of purplish veins were visible through it...... Many of them.... Were broken. As a result, her flesh was splotched with deep, ugly bruise-like marks from fhe broken veins, and the faded yellow remnants of half-healed breaks. Her skin itself, while relatively poreless and devoid of pimples or acne, was sort of rough and scaly in places, around her hairline in particular, where it was so dry and cracked, it resembled literal scales, and appeared to be littered with numerous half-healed scars. There were also a littany of criss-crossing scars along the length of her throat and neck, which was very long and thin. "I have experienced a lot of pain. My body sort of...." Max let her hair fall back. "Doesn't work right at all. I'm all wrong. An imperfect specimen. That's I used to be called. And these...." Max brandished the little stickerish-looking medication-pad where it sat between two of her pointy nails. "Have gotten me through a lot. I don't know if they'll work as well as what you use, but I think they'll help some..." Max's cheeks colored slightly, not with broken veins, but with what might have been embarassment. "I know you said it's just an ability you have, but you still make me feel good, you make me...." Max sort of struggled for words for a second. "You make me not afraid, not angry. You make it feel ok to talk and-" She cut herself off. "I want you to feel good too, even if I can't fix you all the way."
"Lemme guess," said Trish folding her arms over her chest. "You think I'm crazy don't you? Okay just look really closely, its gonna take a lot of energy but I'm gonna make her show herself to you." A pink feminine figure appeared behind Trish for a moment before fading back out of existing. "You know that really wasn't that smart, I suggest you find something to eat."
"I don't really like to use the word 'crazy'... I do believe that you see her." His eyes widened as the figure appeared, blinking as she faded away. "... Ok, that was actually pretty cool."
"Yeah if I had more energy I could keep her out longer," Trish said panting. "You know I don't think I ever caught your name? Mine's Trish and that ass is called Ramble On."
Eva did something that may or may not of been a bad idea. She hopped out of her chair, and embraced Max. "I look a you, what's been done to you, what you're telling me and... *sigh* My problem isn't so bad in comparison. It's just a migraine." Ironically, just as she said that, the pain almost doubled, and tears streamed down her face. She shouldn't of done that. physical touch was when her ability was at it's most powerful. "If you really do want me to try that medication, I suppose we'll give it a try. I can't promise it will work, though." Eva wanted to continue holding on to Max, considering how... frail she appeared, how Eva knew she had the ability to make her feel comfortable, but she couldn't, she'd pass out at how bad her pain was. She slumped back in the chair behind her.
"NNNNNnnph-!" Max made a shocked, choked noise in the back of her throat, and shuddered heavily, retreating one step as Eva embraced her, but not getting much farther than that, as the other girl was holding her firmly, and much, much stronger than the massively tall but thin and frail redhead. Adrenaline and panic surged through her body, as a thousand different permutations of Eva snapping her like a stick, or... Doing other things... Ran through her mind. But she relaxed when Eva let her go to slump back in her chair, and realized, as she absorbed her words gradually, her panicked, uneven heartbeat slowly stabilizing, that the girl's touch had been friendly. She hadn't been touched with genuine kindness as the sole intent in.... Since... She wasn't sure exactly. Not in better than a decade, though. She'd been a very young child the last time someone had hugged her. Her face had gone sheetrock-pale when Eva grabbed her at first, but now a warm red blush once again settled below the cooler, bruise-purple tones which framed Max's very tired looking honey-colored eyes. She stooped again, and pressed the medicant glyph beneath the soft line of the chubby, pink-haired girl's jaw. Then, after a moment of thought, Max picked up her cannister of meds, re-sealed it, and sat against the opposite wall of the bridge, directly across from Eva, but giving her plenty of space, to minimize pain. While Eva might have been in too much pain to notice other little details of what it was like to hug Max, she surely would have felt the unmistakably featheryness of the girl's white wings where they were bunched up at her back, but otherwise hidden by her massive head of wild auburn hair, and the loose contours of her matching white hospital-style gown.
Zio would feel the emotions and groan annoyed and step forward "You all feel to much." He snarls and walks forward
Upon reaching the engine room, Aelric pried the door open with a scrap of bulkhead that had come loose during the crash. He took a step into the room, but abruptly stopped when he saw that a breach in the hull had left half the floor submerged in murky, oily water. His grating baritone voice would echo out into the hall: "Uh, yeah, we've got a problem. The engine's flooded, literally."
Eva had been almost completely drained by that hug. It was a bad move, but she didn't regret it. It would take a little bit for her to fully recover from that. When Max placed the medical glyph on her jaw, she could only manage to smile a bit. Surprisingly... it did something? She no longer felt like crying. The pain didn't completely subside, of course, it was still way more painful than her normal... but the fact that it actually managed to help her pain and not just knock her out cold... All she could wonder was 'why didn't the supervisors ever give me this?' She then realized: They didn't want her to have anything like this. They wanted her unstable, wanted her to feel so much pain that activating the... other ability would be her only option. "I always thought they had my best interests in mind, that they wanted to help." she finally said, looking at Max. "After seeing everyone else here, after seeing you, I guess I was wrong." She got up, and walked over to Max. "You don't have to distance yourself from me... It doesn't really work like that. It doesn't go away when someone leaves, it'll just... reach a certain point and not get any better until I pass out. I'll wake back up with a little headache, and it'll just get worse again and... you get the picture."
Max wasn't exactly an expert at smiling without looking like a pained animal or someone who had just received a christmas gift she very much did not want, but she did manage to awkwardly turn up one side of her mouth, hoping that Eva's comment meant that the patch was helping. It's effects would increase for the next minute or so as the chemicals within it made their way into Eva's bloodstream fully, and, in Max's experience, provide steady pain-relief for the next four to eight hours (it very much depended on what exactly was wrong with you, and Max had no real way to gauge just how bad Eva's issue was). "Help?" Max looked confused. Possibly. It was hard to tell. "Them, help us?" At Eva's invitation, she stood up, and made her way hack over, folding her long, thin body down beside Eva's chair. "No. We help them."
"Helped." she said, pointing over to one of the skeletons. "I don't think we need to worry about them anymore." Eva was glad to see Max walk back over to her. Before her supervisors took her in, she almost never had anybody near her. Her family, friends... they all kept distant, in order to keep her pain away. She almost couldn't believe the treasure that Max had just given her. With this patch, she could get close to someone without falling apart, she could- That's when she realized... The patches in that little container weren't infinite, and Max of course would need them too. It was a temporary fix. She didn't know what the outside world held for them, but she got the feeling that something like that... likely wouldn't be easy to attain. She tried to put that thought out of her head, try and live in the now. the now. Ha, nobody, not even her, had really felt the weight of the fact that they'd been asleep for what, a hundred years, maybe more?
"I... Don't really remember where I'm from. As for my powers, I have pyrokinesis." He stated as he kindled a small flame in his palm, extinguishing it by closing his hand into a fist. "I can also feel the emotions of others, as well as heal wounds."
