Of course I can. I've got plenty of those lyin' around.
Let's see, let's see. Ah!
This one involves a boy much like yourself. A strong boy, the kinda boy that makes sure to eat his spinach & beans, y'know? Yet so many underestimated him. For a time, at least.
See, that boy had a father. Mean guy. Nasty guy. He liked to take out all his woes on those who couldn't stand up to him. A coward of the highest--or lowest--order, no mistakin' it. One night, he's feelin' particularly fresh and he starts saying some nasty things to the missus. She talks back, and well... one things lead to another, and me and my boys get the call that there's an honest-to-God kerfuffle happenin'.
We get down there, and let me tell ya, he's seethin'. He's standing over, knife in hand, and he's ready to take her out at a moment's notice. What are we to do? We have him at gunpoint, but if we pull the trigger, who know what he'll do? It was truly a pickle we found ourselves in.
Until little Johnny... he starts hollerin' his daddy's name. I can hear it like it was yesterday.
"Daddy! Daddy! Over here you sunnuvabitch!"
The dad, well, he can't believe his ears. He turns around for a second, just a second, to look at his boy. But that second's enough. The boy levels him with a baseball bat., and my partner lets loose and finishes the brute. The wife immediately gets up cryin' and hugs little Johnny half to death.
I tell ya, I shed a tear myself that night. And that never happens. The bravery that boy showed saved his mother's goddamned life. He was just as heroic as any of the boys down at the station, and I ain't just sayin' that.
And well, son, I see more of that boy in you than you know. Hell, I see more than that. You've got the world on a string.
glad to see Rin is better. Not sure what to make of the needle. Ive asked to read the research in the room. I haven't run a scan yet but will in the morning
Yeah, I'm REALLY happy we're all together. The other group, or groups, definitely don't sound like they're faring very well. The syringe is interesting. I'm trying to figure out what "pain transfer" could mean.
Well damn! I missed a whole phase. Sorry guys, I kept checking back and phase 3 hadn't ended then I got distracted - again! I do have a valuable asset to share with the group and I'll definitely check back in.
Kip cartwheels over to Rin and pats her on the back.
Way to go, little dudette, I knew someone would come through!
Kip let's off a flex for positively no reason and then gazes around the room.
Looks like we totally got a bit more variety this time, man. I don't know, like, I'm a bit curious of that elevator and the things we could find downstairs. It's true that our goal is going up like the stars, dude, but nobody should expect our journey through this place to be, like, short and linear. We should never completely abandon a floor, we could be missing an armory for all we know, which would be pretty sweet to fight against those lame monsters.
Kip backflips over to the syringe and plucks it off the wall. He sniffs it.
Dude, like, do you know how many of these I've helped get off the streets? Man, this stuff is NOT candy! Just say no to drugs! Rin, if anyone offers you this; you find a parent, a teacher, or one of the Ninja Turtles or something, man. Hope none of you are planning on abusing this thing in front of a little girl and baby.... kid. Huh. Hey, dude, you know what I just realized? This rapid-aging babe is going to be older than his own mother soon. Radical, man!
Kip throws the syringe back onto the wall and stands in front of it, arms crossed.
