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Smiling, satisfied with the answer he got Furnace let the light flicker out.
He returned to the friend collector, who was now walking towards his kind metal companion.
Furnace caught up and joined him, as they stood near Carver and the others Furnace asked Separ the question that was burning on his mind.
"What are you gathering friends for? What do you plan to do?"
I'm assuming most people stick around in the hall where they are.
The one we are about to enter.

Either way, once i get in the main hall and start talking, every vampire in the estate can follow my story because of vampire hearing and all.
The moment Llusia mentioned her 'form of travel' alarm bells rung inside Martin's head.
His mind firing on all cylinders to try and predict what she meant by that. What dazzling and amazing vampire power this oldblood could hold.
When shadows started to creep up and they started to move Martin concluded it was some sort of shadow teleportation trick. Was she bending space time? Was it an illusion? Where they travelling through a shadow plane?
Hell yes, Martin was exited.
"Bring it!"
With a sudden jolt they soared through the landscape, between the trees passing by and their shadows he saw images and heard sounds.
Some of them he recognised, some he didn't. Two vampires kept showing up in these visions. Martin felt a dire urge to investigate, to find out why these vampires were important, and how they got in his past. He only just met them.
But Martin persevered and didn't let go of Llusia's hand until, moments later, they stood before the entrance of the debate hall again.

Martin mentally prepared himself to talk to a large group of tyrannical monsters at the same time.
Meanwhile Llusia happened to display a good example of what happened when you failed to be interesting at times like this.
Everything was going according to plan, he'd be ok. He had an entry so he had a chance to place himself in the light of interesting. He had a good trade, it was a good thing his organisations tactics in these situations was to just grossly overpay. And most of all, because talking to these oldbloods was going to be interesting.
"After you my lady."
I'm going to make a post...
Furnace looked at the cloacked creature. With the scarf gone his damaged face was visible, though Furnace hadn't though anything of it before, now that he saw people's reactions to him and the state he was in, it dawned on Furnace that this new friend could also be unable to heal by himself. Maybe his appearance wasn't by his own choice. The girl called it beautiful. He agreed, the man was unique. But Furnace wanted to give him that choice. He walked over to Vis.
Vis sat there and Furnace waited patiently until he made eye contact.

He cupped his hands together and breathed slowly. With every breath some white golden light escaped between his fingers.
Bright white jolts of energy jumped between his hands from the tips of his fingers while he moved his hands further apart.

"I can repair you."

With his hands crackling with white golden energy he gestured slightly at his feet. Along the ankles and up his legs show the remains of many scars made by shackles a long, long time ago, almost completely faded.

"It takes time. But scars fade."
Hold on I'm fixing this.

EDIT:

And it's fixed! This post's headlines:
Furnace checks privilege.

Furnace suspects healing through power of friendship.
Edit: oh shit I took too long with my post and shit's already resolved.
Crap.
I'll remove it.
Furnace to felt bad for the friend collector. He had assumed the ability to maintain one's own body was universal.
He thought back to all the times he was able to undo mistakes and soothe pain. The thought that there were people who
couldn't was horrifying. Furnace felt he needed to help him, that would make things better.
There was no reason he couldn't channel into someone else, right?

At that moment the girl stepped in and showed she could. Though Furnace could follow the incantation he couldn't quite make sense of it because he couldn't see the effect. Since the results seemed similar to his channelling he suspected some sort of energy channelling ability. But the incantation suggested she was calling on to someone or some thing. Was this the result of a pact? Like the friends this man collects, she has a friend who grants her magic.
Furnace wanted to confirm it was a healing ability, he looked Alula dead in the eyes, then shifted to Separ staring in the same way, with jet black eyes. He asked for his health curiously and slightly concerned.
"Do you feel better?"
Bump
Martin accepted her hand with a smile.
"As much fun as that sounds, my intentions are true to my word."
He either gallantly or jokingly kissed her hand.
"Which you have, my lady. Now let's go trade a golden apple for a key."
He led her to his car. With a flick of his phone the trunk popped open, revealing a large package wrapped in mail paper and a bag of clothes.
"It's a good thing the slayer didn't jack my car, this stuff don't mix well with fire."
He quickly ditched the servants jacket and replaced it with a white velvet coat.
Tearing the paper off the package it revealed 3 reinforced lock-boxes, two the size of a small head, one long enough to fit a sword.
With another flick and beep one of the small packages opened up and revealed just that, a handgun.
Seemingly bee of plastics and with two containers on top the double barrelled pistol looked suspiciously like a super soaker.
Though clearly some modifications had been made. Martin took the gun and casually shoved it in his coat pocket.
"Backup plan. Hopefully won't be needing that."
He carefully grabbed the other two lock-boxes and closed the trunk of the car.
"I'm ready. If you would escort me in so I may present the stone?"
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