2193/Little Lost Girl

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Little Lost Girl
Date of Scene: 27 August 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Mister Fantastic, Ahadiel




Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Ah, another night in Hell's Kitchen. Gangs and hookers and dealers, oh my. And the normal residents scurrying to get home off the street, of course, to avoid running into trouble. Most people would prefer not to get stabbed over five bucks from a strung out junkie or such.

    Which is why a man in a blue jumpsuit walking down the street checking a handheld device draws attention. Even then, most people tend to avoid people in costumes. It rarely ends well when you don't have powers yourself.
5R    There's always one though.

    "So watcha got there, fancy phone? I could use a phone.." says said guy, stepping out in front of Reed where he can loom over them, as Reed distractedly looks up at him. "...it's a handheld S.T.A.S, and it won't really helps when it comes to getting cell signals specifically." There's a pause as Reed sighs. "...not that that's going to dissade you. This really won't end well for you." he says politely. "Maybe you should go back to sleep instead?"

Ahadiel has posed:
    And in the midst of all that fear is a rather odd sight. In this case, a rather modestly dressed young woman, seemingly normal according to all appearances. Her red hair is tied back in a utilitarian ponytail, and she currently has a pizza in one hand, carrying it as she walks briskly along the sidewalk. Less from fear and more from the fact she doesn't want the pie getting cold.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
The thug growls. "Oh, a smart ass...ya know what we do ta smart asses round here, buddy?" Reed mmms. "...I'm going to guess you try to administer a beating, and/or rob them. I really wouldn't recommend this." Still, he tucks the handheld scanner away. "I'm sorry, I really don't have time for this, I'm tracking a dimensional incursion, and I only have so much time before the particles decay."

    And that's apparently the last straw for the shug as he takes a swing...and Reed gets hit solid and just stretches around the fist. As if he was waiting for the first punch to be thrown, he promptly grabs the man, one arm winding around the startled man, the other grabbing a nearby light fixture as he stretches back. "Perhaps you should just rest on the roof top over there, for a moment, please." Then it's a bit like a slingshot going off, as Reed releases the tension, and the suprised guy goes flying up into a perfect arc that deposis him on the top of a nearby building with a low oof, just enough kinetic energy to get him up there. And to hit slightly heaviy. But not enough that he'll be hurt.

    Reed then unwinds and dusts himself off. "Just once, I'd like to not be pestered on an actually important research trip to a major slum." he mutters absently.

Ahadiel has posed:
    The woman blinks in surprise at the display, "Wow, okay, and here I thought I //had// seen everything in Hell's Kitchen." She grins a bit, shaking her head, "What sort of research would you be wanting to do here, right now?" She arches a brow at the man, probably recognizing him... but not quite letting onto that fact if so.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed hmms? He turns around, then blinks. "Oh. Well." He looks a bit sheepish. "It was simpler than him trying to shoot me, someone might have gotten hurt." Which suggests he was pretty sure it wouldn't be him. "Ah, as to the research, actually...I don't suppose you live nearby?" he says, taking out the scanner again as he checks it. "I could certainly use a guide, as I'm not quite sure hwo to get where this seems to be reading."

    He gestures towards the maze of old streets and alleyways on the right. "About 122 meters that way, apparently.

Ahadiel has posed:
    The redhaired woman chuckles, "Well, that's an offer I normally wouldn't hear at this time of night around here, but sure. I can help you along." She gestures, "So, Doctor Richards, I can help lead the way." She looks a little mournfully at the pizza, then shrugs and carries it with her as she glances over her shoulder, "What exactly are you looking for?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed perks. "Ah, you know me then? Well, that saves time on my end for introductions." He notes the mornful look, then offers. "I'd be happy to replace your pizza, in addition to a fair compensation for your time? I know this isn't the safest area this time of night."

    He jogs to catch up. "Well...I was running an experiment with a dimensional study, recorded a...glitch. Apparently there was an unexpected power spike at Four Freedoms and it may have caused some of the energy I was studying to open a small dimensional...well, crack, for want of a better word." He mms. "I'm a bit concerned something might have come through."

Ahadiel has posed:
    The woman gives Reed a wry look, "Alright, you're on for that. And well, we do get science journals in Hell's Kitchen, Doctor Richards." She smiles a bit, "A dimensional study? That sounds interesting. Well, let's see what we can find then." She leads the way along, not going too far ahead as she makes sure that Reed is close. Probably because he's a superhero and such, and she's not...

    As far as anyone knows, that is.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed smiles. "Excellent!" He hmms, checking his sensor again. "Well. AS far as I can tell, the crack only opened for a short period, but there's a chance something came through. The dimension in question was a very odd one...space was liquid, so to speak, with solids generation a strong current, for one of a better word, as they moved through it. Creatures adapted to be both amorphous and to feed off the energy, and to steal it from other creatures. Fascinating, really."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela hrms, "So if something came through, it's used to moving through liquid, and it feeds by draining energy from things. Or people. Lovely place." She frowns a little, adjusting her grip on the box as she glances back and forth a bit more cautiously. "How much further?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed checks, then hmms, poining at a dark alley that leads out onto the street. "....right down here, I believe..." He pauses, then wrinkles his nose. "...do you smell something?"

    There's a faint coppery scent in the air, wafting down from the alley."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela frowns, "Blood, I think." She leads the way slowly, eyes flickering around as she says, "Seems a bit too much of a coincidence, Doctor." Where most people would be running screaming, Angela is... quite the opposite, really.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed sighs out. "...dammit. Yes." he agrees, walking quickly with you, thugh he glances over. "I can investigate this if you'd prefer not to...see?" he says, slowing slightly at the crumpled form laying next to a small pool of blood spattered across the cobblestones, near a currently open trash dumpster. The body next to it...on the other hand...is not bleeding. It's just...shriveled. From the clothing, it looks to have been a man...probably not very old. Definitely gansta style clothing...lots of bling rings, and a gold chain.

    His face has a horrified final look frozen on it.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela frowns, "You need my help." She keeps it that simple, as she winces upon seeing the gangster dead and shriveled. Then she crouches down, "Hector, you idiot." She pauses, then glances up towards Reed, "Hector, he was starting to come around towards helping the community, instead of preying on it. What a waste." She sighs, then glances back and forth, looking for a trail of blood or some other telltales.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed moves up to scan over the body with his device. "...a waste were it anyone.." he agrees absently. "This doesn't make much sense. The creatures in SR-21 are amoembas effectively...like great amorphous manta rays. There's no GRAVITY in that dimension. They wouldn't be able to move here, much less attack someone....

    Searching around, you notice a glitter under the nearby dumpster. In fact, now that you're closer, it looks almost like there's a drag mark of blood that seems to pull away from by the dumpster to the puddle.

    There's also something in the puddle that looks vaguely ring like? Hard to tell with all the blood over it.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela narrows her eyes, then lightly pokes at the ring-like something with the pizza box, "Doctor? Take a look at this." She hrms, "What do these creatures look like in their native environment?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed hmms. "Well, they vary in size...from perhaps three feet across to closer to ten or fifteen, from what I've seen. A nonreflective black..I'm fairly sure it's both a predatory adaption and that they may actually absorb available light in addition to other types of energies."

    As you point out the object, he tugs a pen out of a pocket, then prods at it, before lifting it up. It's a pendant, from the look of it....a broken metal chain, ending in a small, somewhat cheap ring. He squints at it. "....Julie, forever." he says after a moment.

    There's still the dumpster item as well.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela moves towards the dumpster, "Does that gizmo actually detect the creatures, or just the hole?" She lightly taps the dumpster with her pizza box, then uses it as a lever to prop open the dumpster lid, so she can peer inside.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    There's a faint annoyed sound from Reed. "Just the dimensional crack. I could modify it to try and detect more minute energies that might have clung to whatever came true, the interdimesional membrane residue..." Even as this is said, he's hooking it into a small readout that holographically appears on his forearm. "I wasn't expecting it would be needed, honestly. The chances that anything came through were already very small...

    Inside the dumpster is more blood...and a bloody knife.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela frowns, "A bloody knife? That's... weird. This, whatever it is, shouldn't be able to use such a thing." She hrms, "This is getting curiouser and curiouser."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed says absently as he works. "No, no, a knife wouldn't work...they don't have hands to manipulate a knife." He pauses, then looks back at the scene, frowning. "...you said this gentleman wasn't a problem? Do you know of anyone nearby who might have been a problem, or would carry and use a knife like that?" Which, when you think about it...there are a few. There's a pimp around her enamed Sweet Johnny B, for one, that you've probably had a run in with. He wanted to recruit. You said no. Likely forcefully.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela wrinkles her nose, "There's... well, there's a pimp that works around here. Let's just say it'd be far less of a loss if //he// were there instead of Hector." She frowns, "I think we might need to pay him a visit."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed hmmms, nodding absently as he works. "Lead on. I should have this read shortly, I think..."

    Practically on cue, you hear a piercing scream from roughly in the direction you were about to go.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela blinks, then breaks into a run, "Sounds like we have something, Doctor!" She doesn't even hesitate, moving with surprising speed as she heads in the direction of the scream.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed mmphs, then starts to length his strides....literally, so he can keep up, as he continues to work. "Yes! Be cautious, we don't know what's happening here yet...."

    You run through the tight alleyways, before bursting out into a street and crossing it. This is one of the working girl streets, a major road, such as it is. What's odd is..this street is suddenly curiously empty of any working girls. In fact you can see one in especially high heels still fleeing down the street as she carefully turns a corner, so she doesn't blow out an ankle.

    There is one left though, the girl in the alley across the way, who's kneeling, not far from a crumpled body. You recognize those stupid custom boots, complete with fake tiger skin stripes.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela does have a bit of a reputation among the working girls. She doesn't judge them, and they do provide some information for her. And occasionally she tries to get them to give up what they do. Doesn't always work, but sometimes it might.

    She moves over towards the girl and the crumpled form of, "Johnny B. Probably not he expected to go out." She looks over at the girl, her tone businesslike, "What did you see, Mary?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Mary is one of the good girls given a bad life. She just drifted into it, but she's still a good Catholic girl somehow at heart. She even carries her grandmother's old rosary as a good luck charm. Which she's using right now as she stumbles over a half remembered prayer, rocking, whispering in Spanish, shaking. "Diabla...diabla..."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela places a hand on Mary's shoulder, and says in perfect Spanish, "Mary, it's Angela. It's okay." She then looks over her shoulder towards Reed, switching back to English, "Sounds like the creature is finding a way to get around."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed frowns a bit, glancing up from his modifications. "...so it seems." he murmurs quietly, his brow furrowing. "But..how would it be able to? Its structure wouldn't allow it to.."

    Mary jerks a bit as you touch her, then looks up at you, then replies in the same language. "Angela..Angela..she...she killed him...blue eyes..glowing blue...and black...black..all over...he kept saying...she was dead...that she was dead in the alley...

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela blinks, "Where is she, Mary? We need to stop what's inside her." She switches easily between Spanish and English. The former for Mary, the latter for Reed, as she says, "Please, we need to keep her from killing again."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Mary is twitchy now, her eyes flicking betwen the two of you. "She...she said...home....like...she was going there...221...C12, third f-floor.." she says softly. "I'm not going in there. I...I gotta go...they can'...I can't be here if the cops come..." She stumbles up to her feet. "Don't got there, Angela,...it's an evil thing...a monster..." She swallows, then turns and begins walking quickly away, breaking into a jog.

    Reed mmms, pausing in his work, then says softly. "...I think I have a theory."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela glances over at Reed, "Okay, talk and move." She looks after Mary, then shakes her head, leading the way towards the directions that Mary provided. "So, it's possessing her somehow?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
"No...no not possessing..." Reed begins as you move, following you so he can divide his attention with the work as he talks. "The creatures of SR-21 are peculiar in how they combine their genetics. They don't quite die, as far as I can tell. When they're hurt, others in their...well, flock, for want of a better world, seem to absorb the pieces into themselves."

    He closes the panel he's working on, then unhooks it from the readout on his sleeves as the hologram vanishes. "I've theorized, from the way some of these absorbers act afterwards that they may inherit a portion of the memories and behavior from the previous mostly dead absorbee." He glances at you, frowning now. "It's...possible, if what Mary said is true, and this Julie had been murdered...-and- it was close enough to the crack that one of the creatures came through and came into contact with her. Well." He frowns. "It's possible that it absorbed her....and perhaps part of her memories or personality as well, in whole or in part. It fits the pattern of behavior...the first man might have been an accident. But the second...she moved all the way across the street, ignoring the other girls, and went straight for her killer."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela nods, then grimaces, "Yes, well, this is going to be... interesting, to say the least." She looks over at Reed, "That does seem to make sense, hopefully there's enough of Julie in there yet." She sighs a bit, "Occasionally I let one of the girls crash at my place. Just something to show that they aren't alone."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed frowns, then says slowly. "...so....Julie would have felt very safe at your home? Where this....man..." he says, gesturing vaguely back towards where the dead pimp lies. "...couldn't find her." His thoughts work quickly in his head. "...it's entirely possible that it was the home she was talking about then, Angela. If she went through a trauma like this...whatever is left of her in there may be looking for someplace safe."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela pauses at that, then says something sharp under her breath, "You're right. My loft isn't far from here." Apparently she has something nearby, as she darts quickly down the sidewalk, heading back for her place with a rapid determination.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed almost misses the sharp turn towards your home, but jogs to catch up, moving quickly beside you. "If she is there...I don't know if this...ability of hers, that killed those men, is deliberate or a function of how her hybrid biology is functioning." He looks a bit grim. "I highly suggest you not let her touch you, until we know if that's the case. I should hang back a little bit...she won't reocgnize me, but she might react to you."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela nods, "Sounds like a good idea, Doctor. I might be able to convince her to come peacefully." She sighs, muttering under her breath, "I hope..." And after a few turns, she leads Mister Fantastic to the building where her loft is, pausing as she nears the entrance.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    THe good doctor is still looking a little grim.....he's not quite sure what he could do with the woman, considering what's happened, or even if the hybridity will remain stable. But he nods. "We have to try." he says simply. "I'll remain close...call for me if you need me, I'll try to think of a nonlethal way to hold her if she's violent." He reaches up squeezing your shoulder. "Good luck." He smiles faintly.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles slightly, "Luck? It's a matter of faith, Doctor Richards." And with that, she goes into her loft, stepping carefully inside as she looks back and forth, saying quietly, "Julie? Are you here?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed raises a brow at the mention of faith, but stays back in the hall as you enter your loft. The door stands open slightly as you reach it, and as you push it open, there isn't anyone immediately inside...but the door to the bedroom area is open. There are footprints on the carpet, just the sort of dirt you'd get walking through the city, that lead that direction.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela's loft, well, the bottom floor with the work area is where she has the guest room for the girls. She moves over in that direction, frowning slightly as she moves towards the weapons rack. Which might surprise Reed with the assortment of ancient weapons there... even more that she takes a Viking broadsword from the rack, taking it from the scabbard so the pattern-weld glints in the dim light. Then, she moves carefully towards the guest room, saying quietly, "Julie?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    The weapons do cause Reed to raise a brow again thoughfully, looking back at his guide with new consideration. It IS a rough neighborhood, but that level of armory isn't exactly what most people go for in this day and age. He hangs back as you make your way towards the room, then push open the door.

    The footprints lead up to the bed, where a girl is lying on top of the sheets. She's nude, with black skin that seems to drink the light, with hair that shimmers a soft, neon blue. She's curled up in a fetal position, almost hugging her knees to her chest. At her name, her eyes open...and they're pupiless, filled with the same neon blue glow as her hair. She does look a lot like you remember Julie to look. A sweet girl, as you remember, a runaway who was bulled by her pimp more often than not. Too scared to leave, too submissive to say no. But she did nice things for people when she could; and other girls generally thought she was an idiot for doing it, as it just got her in trouble when she gave money away to people.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela's ground floor has the forge and blacksmithing equipment, of course, but it's a bit of an... unusual hobby in this age. Of course, Angela has other things on her mind right now as she waves over towards Reed, lowering the blade as she says, "Julie. Can you hear me?" She looks at the girl with concern, stepping into the guest room as she darts her eyes towards Richards, "It looks like you were right, Doctor."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed cautiously approaches as you wave him forward, pausing in the hall outside, where he's still out of sight, then risking a quick glance inside. "...a-ah, so I see." he says, politely immediately looking away.

    Not-Julie watches you as you enter, those glowing blue eyes following your movements. Her lips part after a moment, before she says in a strange, harmonic voice. "...Angie..."

Ahadiel has posed:
    One trivial thing about Angela that Reed might never have noticed before, but seems a bit clearer now, is Angela's voice. She has not just perfect pitch, but it almost sounds like there's a little bit of music in her voice as she speaks, looking over at 'Julie' with a cautious expression, "What are you doing here?" She stays just out of reach of whatever Julie has become, but does look at her with a compassionate expression, "We want to help you."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    The girl shifts, pushing herself up a little unsteadily, as if she's not certain of her balance. "Self is safe here. Safe place. No lights. No hurts. Not-Selves not here. Just Not-Self....Angie..." Her brow furrows. "...Not-Self has...sounds...for different Not-Self."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela nods, "Do you remember how you got here? Because we were wondering if you wanted to go back home." She smiles gently, not addressing the fact that she's different, because... well, she is, and she doesn't want to have Reed asking a bunch of questions right this second.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed -is- intensely curious, of course! But is restraining himself; he's not unaware of the delicacy of first contacts. He does them often enough, after all.

    Not-Julie cocks her head slightly at you. "Warm-Liquid-Place. Away from Heavy-Place?" Her brow furrows, as if she's trying to parse things. "...this is...home..."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela looks at Not-Julie, "You're... inhabiting someone else. We would like to get you back home, so the person you are with can be free. The Heavy-Place is where she belongs, and the Warm-Liquid-Place is where you belong." This isn't exactly what she's best at, but she does have a small bit of experience in teaching things.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    The dark girl looks confused. "We are Self. Self is one." She gets a confused expression. "...Self is...was..dead?"

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela hmms, "I see." She considers that, "Do you wish to stay in this... Heavy Place, then?" Her eyes meet the eyes of Not-Julie without flinching, seeking out an honest answer for that question

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    The girl looks confused, starting to run her fingers through her hair, tugging on the strands. You've seen Julie do this as a nervous habit previously. "Self does not...know. Self wants to go back...Self is scared to go there. Self wants to stay here...Self thinks here is strange and wrong...."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles slightly. "Would you like us to provide you a safe place to be, until you decide what you'd like to do? We can do that." She then glances over at Reed, as if silently asking if that is possible.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed scratches his cheek, considering that, then nods slightly after a moment of thought. "I think I could help make it so she would not be dangerous..." he murmurs softly. "Perhaps..some sort of inhibitor to keep her abilities contained..."

    Not-Julie's expression clears a bit. "Here? Here is safe. Self is safe." she murmurs softly. "Angie Not-Self is safe."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles at that, "If we will all be safe, then you can stay here. At least until you make a decision on what you'd like to do. And we can try to make sure you don't harm anyone." She passes a quick glance to Reed at his comment, and nods once.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    The dark girl tilts her head. "Yes." she agrees. "Hungry." she says a moment later, in that odd harmonic. Out in the hall, Reed has brought up his forearm holoscreen and is rapidly typing, as he says absently. "In SR-21, she would be absorbing energy directly into her skin...I suspect that might be what happened with the two gentlemen...she pulled the energy out of them. Likely by touch..." He considers. "...sunlight might work to help. I'm not sure if electricty would be the wrong type or not...but radiant energy should work, if we had a source."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela hmmms, "I can bring a floodlight in here... if that would be strong enough?" She looks at Not-Julie, "Would that help? If we brought you some light?" With that, she starts to move towards the door of the guest room, looking around for where she placed that floodlight... which is really more of a small spotlight, but it works for illuminating sculptures when necessary.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Not-Julie (she really needs a different name, perhaps) gets up and promptly starts padding after you as you start to go back outside, like a little duckling following its mother. "Hungry." she repeats, perhaps a little more plaintively now.

    As you start to emerge, Reed backs down the hallway so he's not blocking the girl (or you) in the hallway. "Hmm...a powerful light would work. She might need a particular frequency, but with a bit more data, I may be able to isolate what type she prefers." The girl pauses as she enters the living room, glancing at Reed, then at the weapons on the wall.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela nods, and turns on the spotlight, "Well, does this help?" She aims the spotlight at Not-Julie, and considers, "We do need to come up with a name for you." She hrms, pondering that as well as she glances to Reed, "We might need to hurry on figuring out what she would like for lunch, Doctor..."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Not-Julie turns towards the light immediately, like a flower seeking the sun, walking over in front of it, then holding out her arms, her eyes closing. "YES." she says emphatically. It's very odd to see...her skin really does seem to drink up the light, though with her haloed by the bright light you can actually make out more features. She appears to, well, have all the normal equipment, with the details intact, that a girl like Julie might have. Other than no neon blue below the neck.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela hmms slightly, and looks over at Reed, "I... don't suppose you could maybe also devise some sort of holographic super-sciencey thing for her modesty, could you? Since I think clothes might be problematic with how she seems to... um, feed?" She smiles wryly, glancing back to Not-Julie as she doesn't seem to have much concern about modesty, "And... I think, for now, I shall call you Julia, if that's acceptable?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    The girl turns her head, looking at you with those glowing eyes. "...Julia. Self." she says after a moment of thought. "Yes." Reed hmmms, then says slowly. "Well...hmm. I may be able to construct something...or perhaps an dress made of unstable molecues would mirror her abilities enough that it wouldn't interfere with her...feeding?" he says thoughfully.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela shrugs a bit, "I don't know, honestly. Unstable molecules weren't really covered in art classes." She grins, "I'm glad you like the name, Julia. It seems to suit you."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    "Usually not." Reed says dryly, then gets a more concerned expression. "Angela, this is somewhat dangerous. Are you sure you'll be okay if she stays here? If you're unsure, perhaps we can convince her to come back to one of my labs, I'm sure I could create an environment that she'd comfortable in...."

    Julia tilts her head, then begins walking towards you.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela looks at Julia curiously, then glances over towards Reed, "I think I'll be okay, Doctor Richards. I doubt that there's anyplace more comfortable for Julia than here. And I suspect that she'll be better off here as well." Angela doesn't shy away from Julia, waiting for her approach.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed frowns slightly, then nods, starting to look concerned as Julia moves closer to you. "Ah...perhaps..." he starts to say.

    Julia raises her arms and tries to hug you at that point, some part of her apparently remembering that this was something Julie had a tendency to do when someone did something nice for her. She doesn't lunge at you though...so you can see it coming at least.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela raises her hands towards Julia, warding her back a bit as she says, "Ah, Julia. I... don't think that's a wise idea, unless you can keep yourself from siphoning out my own energy?" She looks regretful, "I mean, if you can control that, then I would gladly hug you, but..." She doesn't know what the effects would be on /her/, but isn't particularly eager to find out.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Julia halts as you hold out your hands, looking confused again, something in her expression just saying 'can haz hugs?'. After a moment she lowers her arms though. "Yes. Hungry." she says slowly." Then distractedly turns and walks back over to the light, going back to bathing in it.

    Reed lets out a held breath. "...at least she seems to listen to you." he says slowly. "Though please be careful. I'll be as quick as I can with a remedy for this." He sighs, then reaches out to pat your shoudler gently. "Thank you for all your help with this. I certainly owe you more than just a pizza for all your help."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela hmms, "Well, in this case I think a pizza would suffice for a start, though if you ever find yourself in need of someone who teaches art..." She looks slightly amused, "I'm sure we can manage something, and I'll take care of her. Life does make a habit of making things interesting, though. But here, my card Doctor Richards." And then she passes over a business card to Reed, her full name, address, phone, and email.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed takes it with a smile, looking at it. "An artist, hmm?" he says curiously. "I should have guessed from the blacksmithing tools." He produces a card of his own, handing it over. "This is one of my private lines, feel free to use it if you need anything at all. I'll be back as soon as I can." He smiles, then with a last nod turns to head back home.

    It's time for SCIENCE!