08-23-2014, 10:18 AM
"You worked recon? Damn, Vanders! Its a hell of a coincidence I didn't hear about you. Guess you must have been good at your shit."
Hollywood thought that over for a second. Supposing not every MARSOC was as famous as himself. And by fame, Jay alluded to infamy. He was gossiped about more than the tabloids on Spectra Lin.
Vanders went on with his life story. Roswell SWAT huh? So, shaking down aliens holed up in RV's? Or just the crazies that were sure they were abducted by aliens? Sounds like a hell of a good time! Vanders had to have a story or two about those days.
Like closing up a cut from a nail. That would have been handy a few days ago. If he'd been around, he could have done some chanting, laid on of hands, and poof! Jay's leg might have been Mr. Wizard'd on up. Instead, he got to hang out with Natalie and the runt. Better still, he could still feel Natalie's hands on him when they'd huddled behind the wall. Adrenaline had rushed his bones and he'd felt like a million bucks firing golden slugs dipped in sugar. Which made no sense, both metaphorically and literally.
The thought drained Jay's face of expression. "Hold up a sec, Mr. Wizard. Do you think its possible to uhh, make someone feel good with your spells? Not so much as patch them up like your partner. But flood you with so much energy you feel unstoppable even if you're on the verge of death?"
Damn.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Aug 23 2014, 10:23 AM.
Hollywood thought that over for a second. Supposing not every MARSOC was as famous as himself. And by fame, Jay alluded to infamy. He was gossiped about more than the tabloids on Spectra Lin.
Vanders went on with his life story. Roswell SWAT huh? So, shaking down aliens holed up in RV's? Or just the crazies that were sure they were abducted by aliens? Sounds like a hell of a good time! Vanders had to have a story or two about those days.
Like closing up a cut from a nail. That would have been handy a few days ago. If he'd been around, he could have done some chanting, laid on of hands, and poof! Jay's leg might have been Mr. Wizard'd on up. Instead, he got to hang out with Natalie and the runt. Better still, he could still feel Natalie's hands on him when they'd huddled behind the wall. Adrenaline had rushed his bones and he'd felt like a million bucks firing golden slugs dipped in sugar. Which made no sense, both metaphorically and literally.
The thought drained Jay's face of expression. "Hold up a sec, Mr. Wizard. Do you think its possible to uhh, make someone feel good with your spells? Not so much as patch them up like your partner. But flood you with so much energy you feel unstoppable even if you're on the verge of death?"
Damn.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Aug 23 2014, 10:23 AM.
Only darkness shows you the light.