A Scripta

((Played in game))
Grim signed on to hear Mind upset about something. Matthew had turned against the group, and told John where the base was. Grim teleported back to the base to find Jack a wreck. He found out that Jack had mindwiped Matthew "I was THOROUGH" and someone, Shadowscythe, blew Matt's head off. Grim calmed him down some, and then Raina appeared. Raina was also upset, enough to grab the bottle of scotch, and give her a hug also. They talked a little about what to do next.

Meanwhile, Grim told Kalius what was going on. When Grim returns from the base, Kalius is stepping out of the bathroom, bathed in red fire...

Kalius stormed, "Christmas fucking eve, and that bastard traitor, I knew we should never had trusted him."

Grim tried to reassure him: "It's okay, Jack and Raina said they have it covered...Well, the other option is to kick out all the Starkweathers."

"Doesn't sound like such a bad idea to me right now."

"Kal, Jack mindwiped him. He told me "thoroughly". By the time he got shot, he was probably a vegetable."

"Good. Ugh.. I hate this." Kalius kicked the mattress on the bed, grumbled and cursed in Greek. His fire got even more red, almost a dark crimson, the color of blood.

Michael looked at him, and did the only thing he could think of. He knew that if he poured energy into Kalius it would make things worse, so he used his ability to take souls and converted it into taking energy. He opened himself up to him, trying to let the anger and rage flow into him. He knew that he could hold it, and possibly convert it himself.

Kalius looked Grim in the eyes and said very clearly, "I want to kill...It's Christmas eve and all I want to do is go on a bloody rampage of revenge..."

Grim kept holding onto Kalius, leeching the energy from him. His own aura begins to reflect Kalius', turning to crimson.

"Grim, not like this...you shouldn't...it'll burn at you."

"I...got it..."

Kalius let go of Grim's hands, and he opened them. They were flaming red. Grim was merely holding it, not letting him affect him, and he knelt to ground.

Kalius hunched over him, "Fuck...Grim..."

"Got it..." He visualized the energy like a column of red light, heading down through the floors of the hotel and deep into the bowels of the earth itself. If anyone passed through that column of energy, they would suddenly feel pure rage. He hoped nothing passed through.

Kalius put a hand on Grim's shoulder. "I can feel it, you're raging inside. This isn't what I want. I want you to be happy for this." He looked around, frustrated, unsure of what to do. "Fuck...fuck you, Ares..."

Grim kept his head bent, and his hands flat on the floor. "I got it...you'd think Gaia was stronger than Ares..."

"Is that what you're doing? Where you're channeling?" Kalius looked down at Grim. "Let's hope she doesn't get pissed off, we're in earthquake country, remember?"

Grim chuckled to himself. "The earth can take any kind of energy." He finally felt most of it gone, and the little bit that remained, he knew he could take care of himself. He sat back, sweating. "Remind me not to do that too often."

Kalius hugged him. Grim hugged him back with a sigh. "I only want to help you," Grim said.

"I know. I'm sorry...it's part of the deal, I suppose."

Grim took a quick shower and changed, and they headed off to the party, fashionably late...