Sympathy for the Devil

[Dracos]

Dracos' considered, more intrigued by it. "You wouldn't have offered without some price in mind.  I can think of some things, but I'm curious what you're seeking.  After all, you seem a being without casual needs."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Needs," he says with a nod.  "But desires are another thing entirely."  He points suddenly at Ginrai.  "The dream of Man and Wolf is an old one.  If you will give me this dream, then I will give you Michael's sword."

Ginrai blinks, as though just remembering where he was.  "You want to take my power?" he says, uncertainly, looking to Phil and his friends for support and suggestions.

"It won't hurt you," Prometheus says with a knowing smile.  "Trust me.  I've more foresight than my brother."

[Dracos]

"A dream which would be added to your own dreams, cementing your being here more firmly?" Dracos pondered, not immediately addressing the request though clearly having noted it.

[Brian]

"Actually, I intended to give it to someone else," he says with a slight smile.  "But that's for me.  I don't intend to ask what you'll do with Michael's sword."

[Dracos]

"That's a fair point.  Ginrai, it'd be your choice there...being your dream and all."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"I'm not going to tell you what to decide," Nathan says to Ginrai, setting down his cup of ambrosia, "but it's an out, if you want it."

[Brian]

"I'd like to stick around New Delphi," he says slowly.  "I mean, you are my friends and all."

[Carthrat]

Tom eyes Ginrai curiously, holding his hands back behind his head, and twists back to look at Prometheus.

"What powers does the sword have?"

[Brian]

"Only Michael can wield it, for one," Prometheus says, shrugging.  "And of course ... there's nothing it can't pierce.  For the rest, well....  Michael could tell you more, if you asked him."

[Bjorn]

"Nothing keeping you from Delphi," Bjorn says quietly to Ginrai.  "But if you don't mind me saying, I think you've been having troubles since Paul died, and this might be your ticket out.  I won't be happy to see you go, but I'd rather see you go than unhappy or dead, y'know?"

At Prometheus' reply, Bjorn cocks an eyebrow.  "And Michael is... Wind?"

[Brian]

"Well, I guess that's it, then," Ginrai says with a nod.  "I mean....  I'll still be around.  I can stick with Mark and Tetsuo for a while, even."

Prometheus turns to Bjorn.  "Michael is your friend, isn't he?  You've been closer to him lately than I have."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn is about to reply, when his vision again splits, and in a brief moment he again relives the Workshop -- or more precisely, all those moments relating to Mikey.

"Yes," he says, "I suppose I have."  Looking at the others, he says, "Ginrai's for it.  Let's take the deal."

[Carthrat]

"Hmm. Yeah, I've got another question," murmurs Tom.

"Ginrai's heading back, yeah? I'm not, though. I wish I could say it's 'cos I'm super-brave or something, but, hmm.

"Can you *see* these dreams, abilities, superpowers or whatever people have? Or if they *can* have them? Eheh, pretty obvious where I'm going with this."

[Brian]

"Of course," he says.  "You want to awakened, is that it?"  He purses his lips thoughtfully, and peers at Tom.  "Ah," he says with a frown.  "That is a strange dream.  A dream of vengeance.  You will come into your own.  Simply take the bolts of fury that are thrown at you, and return them.  Or seize them on your own, if you wish."  He nods.  "That should be the way of it, I think."

[Carthrat]

"Vengeance? That doesn't sound too good," muses Tom, speculatively. "But I haven't really.. hated anyone yet, so I guess I wouldn't know until then, huh."

Looking rather troubled, he slowly pours himself another cup of nectar.