Finding Who You Really Are (After Godstorm, open to Mansion folk)

[dolemeck]

The grounds were still rather wet and soggy from the storm. Thankfully, there was not a whole lot of damage to the Mansion, or the dorms. Dolemeck spent the majority of the storm locked in his room, playing some vinyls and sneaking a quick smoke when he could. Now that the storm passed, he could make his way out of the dorms and into the music room without fear of getting sucked into a mud puddle or something.

For the first time in a long time, the young Brit walked out of his bedroom. No wheelchair, no leg braces. He was walking with the use of his powers. He was dressed in a pair of doc martins, black leather pants, a matching leather trench, and a union jack shirt under his coat. His black hair had grown out some, going past his chin a bit, and his skin remain rather pale. He just seemed like a different person, now.

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[dark_scion]

"You could always assume an alias," Fred said, only half-kidding. His eyes lit up upon hearing what Dolemeck said next.

"Excellent, though make certain you are honest with the facility's instructors. I do not want them thinking I am attempting to manipulate you on false promises."

[dolemeck]

"Like what?" He asked about the alias. "Hard to come up with something with a name like "Dolemeck Night, you know?"

He finally got up from the piano and walked over to Fred, offering his hand.

"I will be completely honest with the instructors. So we have a deal, aye? You help me, and I help you?"

[dark_scion]

Fred shurgged. "That is a query you'd have to answer yourself I'd imagine."

Fred glanced at Dolemeck's hand, slightly unfamiliar with the gesture. He extended his hand back.

"Agreed. For the foreseeable future I will make your recovery my top priority."