The End... for now. Who: Rictor, Shatterstar What: Now what? When: Wednesday, Jan 12th [barely FORWARD DATED] Where: Haven Warnings: Some sadness, some sappy lovey stuff.
Leaving the cavernous hall that housed Cerebro, Shatterstar walked alongside Rictor in silence. The subtlest of telepathic implants had taken hold in his mind, of a kind Xavier would have never been able to detect on his own, and had only caught when his powers were enhanced by Cerebro. The worst part was realizing that whomever or whatever had done this had left a sort of psionic miasma behind similar to the kind Charles remembered from Star's old sleeper personality implant. That not only meant Shatterstar was vulnerable to this person or group, but in Star's own mind, it made him a liability for any team that would have him. This weighted heavily on his mind, and mortally wounded his warrior's pride.
On the other hand, he had already known going in that his priority now was taking care of Rictor. The latest tests confirmed that the chemicals in his blood were slowly being metabolized and that the Cure/Legacy based virus at its core was indeed inert. He was healing slowly, at a normal human rate, from the remainder of his injuries as well as his malnutrition and other things. No one wanted to risk exposing another healer to the side-effects that had put Elixir out of commission for a few days. Star glanced over at Ric thoughtfully and reached down to take his hand. He still did not utter a word.