May 02 22:48:42 107 PA - A New Friend

From Chronicles

May 02 22:48:42 107 PA- A New Freind

KingsDale- Coffee shop

Galvin eyes Bridget for a moment before smiling nervously as he adjusts his glasses pushing them up higher on his nose. Sipping on his soda he tilts his head to listen to Ash. "Hmmm well you find me something and I can strip it of any good parts or plating. I should get myself a neuro mace or something, but I took a killing on some of those repairs that I need to make. The market is damm expensive right now." He says with a shrug of his shoulders while leaning back in the stool at the counter. He sips on his diet soda before gesturing to the man behind the counter for another soda.

"Everything is always expensive..." Bridget sighs and her smile droops into a scowl, eyes dropping to her cup. After studying the java for a minute, she looks Ash over. "Those chainswords are awful heavy for somebody who's just the soft stuff left over." At least her smile starts to creep back in, even if it gets hidden by her draining down the last of the cup.

Ash winks at Bridget, "I'm a lot stronger than I look. Should be easy as pie." He finishes his cup of coffee then gestures to the guy behind the counter for a refill. He looks over towards Galvin, "Well, if you're interested, I'll see if I can get in touch with the Clash. See how much creds it will take for them to let us have a day pass or two. I should be able to cover that hopefully."

The door opens slowly, and a slightly funny looking young man shuffles in, bright green eyes shifting all around the room, his nose twitching a little as if he's smelling more than just the coffee in the air. There seems to be something wrong with him, he moves clumsily, as if he cannot move and look at the same time.

Galvin shrugs his shoulders while he opens up his new can of diet soda and takes a sip of it. "Well most good stuff gets recycled, but I bet we can find something worth while. Although might not be worth the credits if that gang charges too much." He turns his head as the door opens and looks at the man shuffling in. He raises an eyebrow and then adjusts his glasses again. He offers the odd man a quick smile before turning back to Ash and Bridget.

Bridget nods to the two she's talking with. "Pie's good for me. Goes with the coffee." Her empty is lifted up and jiggled a little before she decides to get it refilled. "Just let me know when. You can send me a message, if you can get a radio packet out." Since her cup is off getting filled again, she digs in a back pocket and pulls out a crumpled business card to hand to Ash. The shuffling man isn't noticed, at first, because of the digging into pockets.

"Well I was thinking," Ash says to Galvin before he looks over towards the door as someone else comes in. He frowns and shakes his head at Jackson's appearance before he looks back to Galvin, "That at first we could go in, scout it out. Look for any likely prospects and see how hard it will be to secure the area so that we can work peacefully. -If- we find something worth doing, then I can work out a deal with them hopefully to be able to pull out what we need and want." He looks over to Bridget, "But, like I said, it's not really a paying gig unless we can find something worth salvaging in the first place. I am betting that people don't really know what they're throwing away though. Vehicles especially usually always have stuff that a good salvager can find and use." He reaches to take the card though and reads it before he slips it into his coat. "I'll definately let you know. Might take a few days to get things worked out with the gang in control of the place."

Jackson see's Galvin's smile, and he smiles in return, but it's slow, halting and lopsided. He moves past the talking people to the counter, trying to watch everyone watching him, because he's turning more than a couple heads. There is obviously something wrong with him. Maybe he is drunk or high on stims or something.

Galvin taps a finger to his lips as he thinks about it. "Can take my ATV and just pull out stuff and then do the salvaging work later. That way wouldn't have to stay if it gets too dangerous. I would have to pull out my welder and tools out of there first though to make more room." He shrugs his shoulders again as he sips on his soda. He turns his head slightly to keep an eye on Jackson as he smiles softly again. "Are you leaving Bridget? It was nice to meet you if you are. Always good to meet more people."

"Not until I get the refill..." When Bridget notes this, it happens to show up and she grabs it after tossing out the credits for it. Everybody gets a little nod, invluding the one that seems a little off, and a waggle of her cup... just not enough to spill anything. "I'd better get going. Still need to get ready for my other, other sometimes job. Good to meet you, too, and let me know what's up?"

Ash smiles at Bridget and murmurs something softly to her there at the counter before he finishes his coffee and rises to his feet, stretching allllll the way up and back in ways that would indicate his joints were beyond flexible... or every joint in his body must be double jointed. Settling back down onto his booted feet he looks at Galvin, "I'll be in touch, I'm not sure they'll let us just wander out with everything we want. That's why I've got to work it out with them before hand. See what sort of deal can be made." He then glances once more at Jackson and his rags with another look of barely veiled disgust as he too heads for the door.

Jackson gets turned away from the counter as he's not sure how to order anything, and the man behind the counter get's irritated and walks away. Jackson is left without his drink and he doesn't know why. It's plain on his face, and as he see's Ash leave, and give him that nasty look. Seeing the look plain as day, and he scowls because of it, his face twisting oddly.

Galvin looks at Jackson with a little sympathy on his face as he stands up from his stool. "Do you need some help?" He asks as he smiles softly, trying to comfort Jackson. "Do you want to order something to drink?" He asks as he raises up his own soda.

Jackson looks up at Galvin, as his gaze was on the floor. "Y..yes.. Duh.. duhri...Drink." He manages to get out, stammering and stuttering, then nodding his agreement. He can see the sympathy on his face, but he knows why, he know's he's not whole.

Galvin adjusts his glasses, pushing thme higher up on his nose as he smiles again at Jackson. Turning around to the man behind the counter he orders a soda for Jackson and hands it over to the other man. "Here you go." He says as he turns the stool next to him for Jackson to sit. "Is this soda ok?"

Jackson smiles all lopsided again, taking the soda from him, and moving slowly to the stool and sitting, his movements jerky and halting, as if the signals from his brain have traffic lights installed. He settles himself on the stool and gulps at his drink, grinning stupidly. He just found a new freind.

"My name is Galvin." Galvin says with another smile as he leans back in his stool to take another sip of his diet soda. "What is your name?" He asks as he turns to look at Jackson. "Are you new to the city? I haven't seen you before." He speaks slowly in a calm voice as he tilts his head to listen to what the other man might have to say.

Jackson blinks at the question, and the sudden flood of question, at least that's how it seems to him. "I.. Jackson. New King city." He tells Galvin, stopping only when his right arm starts to shudder, twitching and the muscles firing, siezing up, but the effect ends at his bicep. His eyes squeeze shut, the tremors stopping a few minutes later.

Galvin smiles encouragingly at Jackson as he nods his head at the question. "Welcome to Kingsdale then Jackson. It is a pleasure to meet you." He raises his soda up to take a sip of his soda. "I hope you like soda." He mentions while he waits patiently for Jackson's tremors to stop and so he can regain control of himself.

Jackson regains control of his limb in a moment, and he looks up at Galvin sheepishly. "I sorry... Sick." He stammers out, the words coming hard to his lips. He takes a gulp of the soda, fighting it down. It looks like he's trying to throw it back up, but it's just the muscles in his throat failing to work properly. Once it's down, and the pain of forcing his muscles to function fades, he smiles at you. "S-soda good."

Galvin reaches out and pats Jackson on the shoulder briefly. "It is ok. You don't have to apologize. I'm glad you like the soda." He says with a touch of concern in his voice as he watches Jackson swallow the soda down. "Is there anything else you want Jackson? Would you like some food perhaps?"

Jackson flinches from the shoulder pat, but he shakes his head no after thinking about it for a second. "No food. Muh..money." He tells you, reaching downa dn digging in his pocke, pulling out easily five times what the soda costs, and trying to stuff it in your hands, his face alight because you are his freind. "We fuf..fruh.." He trails off, his joy fading, replaced by frustration. He knows what he wants to say, but his muscles refuse to let him.

Galvin shakes his head as he refuses the money and doesn't take. "No you don't need to pay Jackson. I bought it for you because we are friends." He says with a quick smile. "Don't worry I know it can be tough but you don't have to rush to speak. We are friends and we can hang out so you need not worry." He says with another smile as he takes another quick sip of his soda.

Jackson beams at his new freind, the smile lopsided and goofy looking, as if half his face doesn't want to smile with the other half. He turns away to tuck his money back into a pocket and you can see a tattoo on the back of his neck, as the hair parts. You get a glimpse and nothing more, but it looks like a barcode. He turns back, and takes his soda. "We Fre.. Freind." He says proudly, forcing the words past his lips.

Galvin nods his head in agreement at Jackson's statement as he grins with his new friend. "Do you have a place where you sleep Jackson?" He asks as he orders a bag of chips from the man behind the counter. Opening up the bag he eats one of the salt and vinger chips before offering a chip to Jackson.

Jackson nods after a moment of thought. "Tuh." He stops, and grimaces, his stutter making him angry. "Tray...ler." He forces out. Then looks at Galvin and nods. "We go?" He asks, pushing the mostly empty glass of soda away, tired of fighting the liquid down.

Galvin finishes off his soda as he shrugs his shoulders quickly. "Sure we can do that if you want. "Or we can go to my apartment. Whichever you would prefer Jackson." he says with a little smile as he stands up from his chair and waits for his new friend to decide.

Jackson stands with his new freind, and moves to follow him, but pauses as he's given an option. This time he says nothing, but points at Galvin, and smiles his lopsided smile. "You." Is all you get.

Galvin nods his head as he smiles at Jackson. "Alright then we can go to my place. I'm sorry if it is a bit messy." He steps outside to the large three wheeled Mountaineer ATV that is parked outside. Opening up the passenger side he motions for Jackson to get in. "Come on Jackson and I will drive us." He says as he waits for his new friend to get in.

Jackson follows you out, but pauses seeing the machine. But he puts his trust in you, and he slowly, very slowly climbs in, his movements are almost painful to watch, jerky and uncooridinated.

Galvin frowns as he is obviously concerned by the pain Jackson's movements cause him. He helps his friend up as best he can before closing the door behind Jackson. He gets in on the other side and starts the ATV which is surprisingly quiet. He drives down to his apartment building and pulls in to the parking space that is reserved for him.

Moving to Galvin's Apartment.

Jackson rides, gripping his seat in a deathgrip the entire way. When the vehicle stops, he looks at you like you were trying to kill him, then he grins stupidly. "Do again." he tells you, the seat still in a deathgrip. But he lets go, and starts to move toward the exit, to climb off, limbs jerking.

Galvin laughs softly at the request to do it again. "Maybe in a little while." He says with a smile as he climbs down from his ATV and locks it up. Leading the way, but not moving so fast as to lose Jackson, he makes his way to his apartment and unlocks the door. Stepping inside he turns on the lights and holds the door open for Jackson. "Welcome to my home Jackson. It is nice to have you over."

Jackson follows you in, his gaze following your hands, seeing the electrical switch, then shifting to gaze all around the room. "G-good house. I LL.. Like" He stammers out, smiling through the pain. It's not drugs, perhaps he's got a birth defect, maybe a neuralogical problem.

Galvin shuts the door behind Jackson and leads the way to the couch. "Well it isn't like a lot of homes, but I do a lot of technical work." He mentions as he turns on some soft classical music with a remote while taking a seat on the couch and motioning for Jackson to do likewise. "I'm glad you like it though. Where are you from originally Jackson? Do you remember?"

Jackson looks at you stupidly for a second, then looks away, it seems like he is trying to reason through your question. A moment later he shakes his head and gives a sort of half shrug. "King town." He says and shrugs, looking around again for the source of the music as you turn it on. He stares off into space for a second and the sound cuts off like you just turned it off. Looking around again, he smiles.

Galvin laughs for a second as the music turns off. He puts the remote away and turns to give you a quick wink. "Two can play at that game." He says as the music turns back on again without him touching anything. He gives you a friendly grin and then a shrug of his shoulders. "You must have some powers as well." He says as he nods his head to himself.

Jackson laughs at that, an ungainly guh-hauffing sound that grates on the nerves a bit. He nods a little. "I.. Speh.. spe..Special." He tells you, grinning for a moment, leaning back against a workbench carefully.

Galvin laughs with Jackson and nods his head. "You are special Jackson. I guess I'm a little special as well. We can be special friends and share our secrets between each other." He says after he finishes laughing. Getting up from the couch he walks over to the kitchen and opens up the fridge to take out a beer. "Do you want anything to eat or drink Jackson?" He asks as he opens up his beer and takes a sip of it.

Jackson shakes his head, saving his tongue the effort of forming the proper words this time. Instead he's looking around your home/shop, poking tools and halfheartedly examining some of them. "Y.. you. fix?"

Galvin walks back out of the kitchen and stands in front of Jackson as he smiles and nods his head. "Yep that is what I do for a living. I fix things like vehicles or guns or armor. It pays alright I guess." He takes a sip of his drink and watches Jackson. "What is it you like to do?"

Jackson looks up at you again. "I... fu-fix.. you." He says, smiling easily, then looking around at all the spare parts and tools with interest. He moves past you, and takes up a small ceramic armor plate, turning it over and taking great interest with the little thing, feeling the surface and rubbing it against his cheek. "You.. fu-fix .. Jackson?"

Galvin smiles warmly at Jackson and moves closer to the other man. He reaches out and pats his shoulder again as he nods his head. "Well I don't know if I can fix you, but I'm sure I can find someone that can. And if not we can still be friends." He finishes with a smile as he watches you rub against the smooth plate. "Do you like that? You can have it if you want."

Jackson grins stupidly, clutching the small envelope size plate in his hands tightly. "Th...Th..." He tries to speak, his jaw muscles starting to sieze up, you can see the muscles clenching along his jawline, bunching and cramping so hard that a knot forms under the skin. You know it has to be agonizingly painful, by the way his eyes squeeze shut, and a few tears roll out from under his lids. The lights flicker as he siezes, flicking on and off, small grinders and electrical tools turning on and off by themselves all around the room. Then the lights come back on and the equipment stops, and his jaw muscles slowly relax. After a very long moment he looks at you sadly, "Th.. thank.. Sorree." He tells you, his cheeks turning red.

Galvin keeps his hand on your shoulder as he shakes his head. "You have nothing to apologize for Jackson. Don't worry you are my friend. I know somethings may be hard for you but that is ok. It doesn't matter." He assures while trying to calm and soothe Jackson. "You can stay here if you want as well. I have an extra bedroom that is unused. I don't know how your trailer is, but if you need a place to stay this works."

Jackson looks down at the floor, his cheeks lighting up brilliant red, ashamed. "N..No I G..go." He says turning away, looking for the door. He see's it, but you are between it and you. He looks up at you, then down to the floor.

Galvin pats your shoulder and smiles at Jackson trying to calm him and relax him. "Don't worry Jackson it was just an offer. If you want to leave I can drive you back to your trailer, but you can stick around for as long as you want."

Jackson looks up at you, and he hesitates for a long moment. "K-Kay." He tells you, his cheeks still burning from his pain induced outburst. He knows he is special, knows he used to be.. Well used to be more than this, fighting to form basic words and drink a soda. He can't remember what or who, but he knows, he just does. And that knowledge compared to how he is now, is maddening.

Galvin walks over to the couch and sits down on it, leaning back and slouching a little bit. "I know of a couple healers. Even though magic isn't exactly my thing we will try both magical and psionic healing on you. I bet we can fix you right up Jackson. No problem at all." He says with a smile as he takes another sip of his beer. "This is what friends do for each other."

Jackson grins, and the blush is starting to fade. "I.. I H-help You. We Fuh-Fre.." He stammers, starting to get angry with himself again. The words are right there, ready for him to speak them, but his body is fighting him. "Fuhrends." He gets out, and you can see the tremors starting again, this time he entire body shakes as is he's suddenly icecold and shivvering violently, leaning back on the workbench.

Galvin gets up quickly from the couch as he notices the tremors starting again. He puts down his beer and rushes over to you. He takes you in his arms and holds you whispering soothing words to try to calm you. "Shhh Jackson it is ok. Yes we are friends not to worry. You will help me a lot. And I'll find some way to help you as well." He smiles down at Jackson as he brushes Jackson's hair out of his face.

Jackson cannot stop, the veins in the side of his slender neck standing out as his muscles contract. You can hear him trying to breath, but cannot do that either as his rather well muscled chest is squeezing down tightly. All he can do is look up at you, agony in his eyes. The tremors continue for a good fourty seconds before his muscles relax suddenly and you hear him gasp for air, and he can breathe again.

Galvin holds Jackson tight as he tries to soothe away the tremors. His face is covered with an expression of concern as he holds Jackson hoping that the tremors stop soon. He lets out a sigh of relief as they stop and he notices you breathing again. "Shhh Jackson it is ok. We will figure out some way to fix this. Not to worry."

Jackson breathes deeply, filling his lungs with air after being denied it. Looking up at you, he manages a small smile. "We... F.. Fuhrends.. Go.. My. Bbb... Buh-Back.. Ppack." He tells you, his eyes closeing, half in concentration to speak and half in pain as his body is still fighting him.

Galvin nods his head as he lets go of you although his face is still showing concern. He picks up a large flat computer tablet and a large stylus and nods his head. "Ok Jackson let us go pack up your place and move you back here." He mentions as he walks over to the door. "Can you write Jackson? Because if you can you can write on this tablet and that way you won't have to speak."

Jackson grins, and takes the tablet and stylus from you, and starts to write 'yes' on it, but he scowls at it in disgust. Upon looking at it, you can see why. His simple word of yes, looks like abstract art, with deformed bubble lettering. He pushes the thing back into your hands, and stares at you for a long moment, and you can hear him, though his lips are not moving. "I can speak here.. but it tires me.."

Galvin frowns at what you right on the tablet and he gnaws on his lower lip for a moment and nods his head as if taking a mental note. At the voice in his head he offers Jackson a quick smile. "Well lets get you all packed away." He says as he opens the apartment door and leads the way down to his ATV.

Jackson nods, jerkily. *Ok, let's go.* sounds in your head, his voice coming through loud and clear, free of any stammer or stutter. He follows you out, his limbs fighting him the entire way. "*you've no idea how lucky you are.. your body works*

Galvin nods his head as he takes a slow pace so that Jackson can keep up. "No kidding. I am really sorry Jackson. "Do you know why you are like this? Do you know what can be done to fix you?" He asks as he unlocks the ATV and opens up the passenger side door so that Jackson can get in.

Jackson frowns hearing you, and slowly climbs up into the vehicle. Once seated he thinks about your question. *I don't remember. I remember the woods.. and my head hurt.. and I felt cold.. And I had my knife but I don't remember what happened. I might be able to fix myself.. I can fix people.. but I don't think I can fix myself.* he tells you, his words ringing in your head clearly.

Galvin closes the door behind Jackson and moves to open the driver side door he gets in and starts up the ATV. He starts heading over to the trailer park that is in the Dregs. "Maybe Sage can help you out. I have heard that she is good with all living things. Maybe she can at least figure out what is wrong with you."

Jackson grins as you mention the woman. *You handle the mechanical, and she the living? Good freinds?* He asks in your mind, watching the road, giving you mental images of where to turn and how to get to his place.

Move to Jackson's Trailor.

Galvin laughs and shakes his head. "Nope I don't know her that well. We have just met once or twice. I just know she is very able healer from what I have heard." He says with a shrug of his shoulders as he pulls into the trailer park and waits for you to give directions.

Jackson guides you telepathically into the tiny space serving as a parking spot next to a run down trailer in a park full of run down trailers. *Here* He tells you, pointing at the beat-to-hell thing.

Galvin turns off the ATV and then gets out. He walks around to the back and unlocks the large cargo area. "Ok Jackson lets see what you have to move." He takes out a trolley from the back of the ATV in case they need to move anything heavy.

Jackson dismounts and slowly leads you up to a door that looks like it's been stuffed into the frame, it doesn't fit. Not anymore. The cheap metal is warped and heavily dented and stuck in place. Stopping in front of it, Jackson holds a hand out, motioning you to stay back from the door, his telepathy having failed or been released. The being stuck apparently serves as a lock, as the young man looks back at the door, and touches it, staring at it. The metal crumples and as he pulls his hand away the metal follows, ripping itself from the door frame until it pops free with a horrid metal on metal screeching sound. He releases the door and it falls to the ground, apparently he's not worried about the security deposit. Slowly he moves inside, and starts overturning things, collecting small tech items.

Galvin laughs softly at the display as you manipulate the door so easily. "Well I guess that is one way to keep unwanted people out." He says with a grin before he adjusts his glasses again. He steps into the door way and looks around before going back into the back of the ATV and grapping a few empty boxes for Jackson to put stuff in. "How can I help Jackson?"

Jackson shakes his head jerkily, as he's only got a few things in his arms, which you will recognize as high tech medical equipment. *My skin..* He tells you, motioning to the pile of dirty rags aginst the back wall. Once he points it out he starts stuffing the items into a backpack with Coalition markings on it.

Galvin walks over to the rags and starts putting them in the box he is holding. He puts everything he finds into the boxes as he gathers up the boxes he brought trying to help Jackson out.

It's not the rags he wanted but what lies beneath them. A full suit of NTI BA-1 Carapace body armor in mint condition, not so much as a dent on it's polished surface. Jackson collects his apparently stolen tech and closes the backpack.

Galvin dumps out the rags as soon as he sees the suit of armour and starts packing it up in his boxes. He lugs the boxes out to the back of his ATV and shoves them in there before turning to wait for Jackson. "Got everything you want?"

Jackson hefts the packpack full of goodies and nods. *We have everything of value* He tells you, turning and making his way out the door slowly.

Galvin waits at the back of the cargo area for Jackson to put his equipment inside the the cargo area. Once that is done he shuts it up and goes to open the door for Jackson to get in. "Alright well you can live with me for as long as you like Jackson."

Jackson gives you a bright smile as he climbs into the ATV and settles into the seat. *I have something for you.. If you take us to the landing strip* He tells you, his voice sounding excited in your mind. He hugs himself as you close the vehicle up and get in on your side. *Since we are freinds*

Galvin nods his head. "Sure Jackson, but you don't have to get me anything." He says as he starts up the ATV and heads off in the direction of the ATV. "I'm just trying to help you out. There is no charge or anything." He says while he drives.

Jackson looks at you annoyed. *Anyone ever tell you not to look a gift horse in the mouth? I'm not giving you anything.. so much as.. well.. you'll see* He tells you, the look turning into a smile. As you approach the landing field, he gives youm more mental images as to where to go.

Move to the Landing Strip Galvin laughs softly and shakes his head. "More often then you might think Jackson. I tend to be more helpful then is good for me." He says with a warm smile as he pulls out towards the landing strip and follows your mental images quickly.

Jackson chuckles and telepathically leads you to the farthest hangar on the strip, at the very back of the area. Once there, and you have stopped he climb out of the vehicle and stops next to it. He pauses and the air around him swirls, and Jackson lifts off the ground under the power of his own mind. If he puts his mind to it, gravity doesn't matter. Floating under his own power he glides to the side door of the hangar.

Galvin watches as you start floating and a wide grin comes over his face. He shakes his head a little before shutting the door behind him and walking over to the side door of the hanger. "Alright let us see what you got in here Jackson." He says while twirling his keys around on his finger.

Jackson touches down next to the door, and he pushes the door open. He lifts off again and floats up among a pile of crates to the pile of rags and sheets in the middle. The pile is large, easily 20 feet high at the outside, a wall of steel and wooden crates. *would you like a hand up?* He asks silently.

Galvin laughs as he looks at the pile of crates and fabric. "Uh sure levitate me right up I guess." He says with a slight grin as he adjusts his glasses again and waits for Jackson to lift him up on top of the pile.

Jackson touches down on the top of the crates, then turns and motions at you. A momentary swirl of air around you and you are pulled from your feet, and hauled up through midair to his level. He simply stares at you the whole time, and he holds you there in midair, suspended by nothing but his will. Then very gently he sets you down on the crates next to him and the mound of rags. *Here she is*

Galvin licks his lips nervously as he is lifted up and is set on the crate. He giggles a little nervously as he uses a finger to adjust his glasses. He takes a look around to see what is on top of the pile after offering a quick smile to Jackson.

Jackson a small motion and the sheets covering the object fly off. Under them, is a brand new speedster hovercycle, of the combustion engine variety, but armed with a high powered laser cannon. *what do you think?*

Galvin walks over to the hovercycle and runs a hand over it quickly. He hods his head as he turns to smile at Jacksun. "It is pretty nice. Lets load it up in the the ATV and then we can head back to the apartment building. Can you get back into the ATV?" He asks while the hovercycle starts up on it's own apparently.

Jackson grins, and he motions again, and lifts off the crates, descending slowly to just above the ground and he floats out, a vague blueish ripple under him. He makes his way to the ATV and touches down, climbing in even slower. He's starting to get tired now.

Galvin opens up the hanger door with but a thought and then climbs on to the hovercycle and pilots it to the back of his ATV. He opens up the back of the ATV and pilots the hovercycle into the back. Getting back down he closes and locks up the rear of the ATV and climbs into the driver seat. "You look tired Jackson. Lets get you back to the apartment and you can rest in a real bed."

Two Master Psychics being freinds, one is more utility than the other, and one is far more disabled.. but will likely be a nasty combatant if pressed, even with most of his powers forgotten. A good freind to have. *Galvin.. I thank you for being my freind. I will repay your kindness* He tells you even as you load the hovercycle. *We are good freinds I think.*

Galvin starts their way back to the apartment building and shakes his head at the suggestion. "No you will not repay me. It is kindness not a job." He says in a slightly scolding but friendly manner. "And yes we are good friends. This is what friends do for each other."

Jackson shakes his head at your scolding, however mild and freindly. *You misunderstand. My condition... is .... a pain for me, but for those around me as well. If you are willing to take me in as you said you were. And caring for my.. condition. Then I owe you, We are freinds but freinds help each other.*

Galvin nods his head slowly as he smiles. "Well not to worry Jackson. I will help you out as best I can. I hope that we can at least alleviate some of your condition." He says with a shrug as he pulls the large ATV into his parking space. "We can just leave the hovercycle into the back until we figure out a place to put it."

Move to Galvin's Apartment

Jackson rides with you back to your place, and he shuffles out of the ATV, sore from climbing in and out, as well as the prolonged use of his more flashy gifts. *I.. I'm tired, I need to rest. Will you watch over me? Sometimes I have seizures at night.*

Galvin helps you up to the apartment as he wraps Jackson's arm around his neck. He helps you into the apartment and then moves you over to his bed. "I will watch over you. Her take the bed. I have a cot that I'll set up and I'll keep an eye on you through the night."

Jackson takes your help gladly, and he climbs slowly into bed, the covers peeling back of thier own accord as he climbs in, and he tucks himself back in. He's not even looking at the covers, he simply wants it. *Thank you.. So much.* He tells you silently and clearly.

Galvin smiles softly as he sets up the cot and puts some blankets over it. Grabbing a pillow he tucks himself into the cot and turns so that he might keep an eye on Jackson in case he needs help during the night.