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"I can take all of them." Medivh offers.

Medivh nods, walks over, and picks up the bag.

Medivh, not having any bags to grab, is just kind of stand there awkwardly. He sees KJ struggling with the prosthetics. "You want some help with that?" He asks.

Medivh held her back from doing so with his telekinesis, as her lighting her bandages on fire likely wouldn't help the situation.

Medivh frowns. "Probably not a good idea to go back to town anyways. It'd probably be safer to try and find somewhere else to stock up on supplies."

"I've got this." Medivh focuses and very carefully begins flipping the car over.

Medivh crawled out of the wreckage and dusted himself off. "I think you may have gone a bit heavy on the explosives."

Medivh quickly put his seatbelt on. "I'm pretty sure it'll involve a lot of sneaking around. Can't exactly go around planting explosives in broad daylight after all."

Medivh nodded in thanks, entered the van, and started eating.

Sure, I'm down.

Medivh noticed that Michael's eyes were slightly red, but said nothing. He had already made his decision, and had likely made peace with all the possible consequences. He nodded in response to his statement and leaned against a wall, preparing for a wait.

Medivh shakes his head. "No, it's fine. I'll wait."

Medivh waved a hand. "It's fine; I get where you're coming from, though I don't believe any of the rash decisions you made when you were my age involved fighting alien invaders. Even if the decision to fight is a rash one though, I'm quite sure I won't be regretting it. Fighting the Vis was...

Medivh nodded, stood up, and left. He paused for a brief moment outside the door, then decided to just head straight over to the meeting point. He hadn't gotten especially close to anyone during his time here anyway.

Medivh frowns and nods. He doesn't like it, but he can't think of anything better.

Medivh frowned. " I don't like it. Too much collateral. Even if no innocents were injured in the explosion- and that's a pretty big if, mind you, it would still likely draw the vis' attention to those who remain behind."

((Eh, I just thought it'd present an opportunity for some interesting character interactions. The way I see it, children are basically just less experienced adults, and Medivh has had experiences that have lead to him being a bit more mature than your average 11 year old. That said, he's also...

((Y'know, it would have been nice to know that Medivh hadn't actually been invited.)) Medivh shrugged. "If you want me to leave, I will. I'm mostly just here to figure out your group's intended methodology so I can work around you if need be. I'd prefer it if I had more detailed information...

Medivh stiffened. He was right. "Right. Sorry." He ducked his head and entered the room. He nodded politely to KJ and sat down in one of the available chairs.

Medivh grimaced. Great. He wasn't sure what her problem was, but Beth was always accusing him of perving out on her. He suspected she might be projecting. "First of all, my mom's dead, thanks for the reminder. Secondly, your pancakes were only cold because you waited for two hours before eating...

Medivh concealed himself just outside the meeting location, checking to see if it was a trap. Stern didn't seem like the type, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He couldn't risk all of his preparation going up in smoke just because he hadn't been cautious.