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Slowly, hesitantly, Ray makes his way down the stairs. He's wearing a red t-shirt with a complicated chemical molecule emblazoned across it; it's several sizes too large for him, but he doesn't seem to mind. His pants aren't the usual cargoes, but instead a pair of quite loose-fitting, simple cotton trousers. And for once he's wearing slippers normal people might wear, at least if they had access to New York City's Chinatown.

He makes his way over to the Bar and rests a hand carefully on her surface. "Bar," he says, "I could use a whole lot of iron replenishment right now, without the use of anything that could be construed as a liver, spleen, or other organ of toxin removal. Also quite a bit of fluid to drink."

After some consideration, a meal is provided; there is a hamburger, a bowl of chick peas and beets, and a bunch of spinach. And there is a glass of his usual green stuff roughly the size of his head.

Well, okay, not that big, but still. It's even got a crazy straw in.

"Thank you, Bar," he says. "I appreciate it."

Now if he can just find somewhere to sit down.

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[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac looks towards him from his usual booth near one wall. "You look like you should be sleeping..." he comments calmly as he examines the other male, to see if there are any signs of injury he might be able to help with.

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"I just woke up," Ray says. "If I sleep any longer I'm going to have those weird oversleep dreams where the Aztec monkey gods play hackeysack with my subconscious. And meditating can wait until I've eaten."

He doesn't look too bad, really, although he moves his left arm very carefully, and his right leg even more so.

"My name's Ray. Nice to meet you."

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Isaac stands to his feet and nods to him. "Isaac. Nice to meet you.." He shifts his footing and cocks his head to one side. "...Are you sure you're okay? I can heal, you know. It's no trouble..."

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"Oh, I got healed last night," Ray says. "The rest of the recovery is up to me. It's only fair. But thank you anyway- what means do you use, if you don't mind my asking?"

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He take a tep back and it down in the booth, letting him choose to it if he wishes or not. "I ue a power of Alchemy called Psyenergy. Because I am a Venus Adept, I can perform healing psyenergy to a certain degree."

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Ray frowns a bit at that, thinking. "I only know alchemy in my world as the precursor science to modern chemistry," he says. "And the semi-mystical attempts on the parts of the Arabs, Europeans, and Chinese to achieve various extremely complicated quasi-metaphysical goals like the philosopher's stone and eternal life and gold and all that stuff. Although the Taoists would probably have gotten healing from their alchemy now that I think about it."

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He shrugs. "Alchemy s the foundation of all Pyenergy, as I understand it. With it,the Alchemists of Weyward were able to work wonders. That's what the old stories tell, anyway..." he explains.

[gravity_shifter]

"You are injured. What happened?"

Sikozu? Might be concerned.

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Ray looks up from his lunch. Breakfast. Thingy.

"Hi, Sikozu," he says. "It was last night. I went to war in Andrew Wells' world, and a couple of demons got past my guard." He indicates his left shoulder. "Got clawed there, got bitten in the leg- it's been healed, but it's all still incredibly sore, and I'm still making up for the blood I lost. Plus bruises in various places. Otherwise I'm okay, though. Thank you for asking. How are you?"

[gravity_shifter]

"I am well enough."

She pauses.

"Demons?"

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"Yeah," Ray says. "Extremely hostile entities from one of the dimensions humans know as Hell. They were trying to kill Andrew Wells and his friends."

He carefully, carefully rolls up his shirt sleeve. Three or four angry purple-red claw marks have been raked across much of his left shoulder.

"There's some teeth marks in my leg, too, but I'd have to bend over for that and I'm running a couple pints low."

[gravity_shifter]

Her eyes widen at the extent of the injury. She forgets sometimes how fragile humans are.

"You volunteered for this mission? Why would you do that?"

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Ray rolls the sleeve back down. "Andrew helped me save my city in one of the dimensions I visited," he says. "I owed him the same courtesy."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Ray."

Guppy approaches.

"I'm noting the presence of all four limbs. Are you okay?"

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"Yeah, I got some basic magical healing last night." Ray rolls up his left sleeve to reveal jagged claw-marks well on their way to being proper scars. They are quite large claw marks. "You should see the dental arcade of the thing that bit my leg. I'm fine generally, though. A couple pints low on blood, maybe, but nothing I can't recover from."

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Guppy winces at the sight of it.

"Ouch. And I thought squirrels could do a nasty bit of damage. I've got a free seat over here if you want it."

He glances at the meal. "Looks like you know what you're doing."

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Ray is not much for standing right now, so he plops into the seat. "I used to donate blood a lot before I got started in ghostbusting," he says. "These days I'm a little nervous about trying to handle a nuclear accelerator while I'm regenning my red cells."

[guppy_sandhu]

"I would be too." Guppy agrees. "Are you up to date with your tetanus?"

It would be a pity to survive savage enormously-jawed creatures to then die of lockjaw.

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"My last shot was two years ago." Ray shrugs. "That's good, right? It's what, ten years per needle?"

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"Y'know, you sound almost like you're a recovering porphyric, not that people recover from it," says Cole, sitting down next to Ray and ordering one of Ray's usual drinks -- the green fizzy thing, of course.

Cole was converted early.

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Which is cool, because other than Cole the only other person willing to drink the stuff has been a Man in Black.

Ray looks up as Cole sits down. "I'm not," he says. "No known genetic diseases, last time I checked. I am running a couple of pints low but that has more to do with the demon army last night than anything else."

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"At least," he adds, grinning, "you know what it is. Last time I mentioned porphyria I got a very very blank look. Might've been becauase the guy didn't speak any English, but I didn't ask."

Beat.

"Need some? I've got a um. Thing. Heparin? I donate blood a lot."

Anything to do with his parents? Silly notion.

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"Parapsychologist," Ray points out. "I might not specialize in vampires but I did have a history of the unexplained class. In my world Bram Stoker's book was a case study."

He waves a hand. "I'll be all right. Worst comes to worst, I'll ask one of the magic people to top me off by point-the-finger-and-whoosh. I've already had two offers. Thanks, though. How're you?"

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"I'm working on trying to go to college," Cole says distastefully. (His mun may be part of the reason why it's so miserable.) "They ask about special talents.

"... which I have no idea how to go into."

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"Yeah, I can imagine..." Ray thinks for a bit. "Duke University, in North Carolina, would jump at the chance to get a student with genuine parapsychological talent. They were some of the first to academically study extrasensory perception. Other than that, though, I think most schools are looking for things like playing the bagpipes or field hockey."