- Real Name
- Cameron King
- Missions
- 2,406
- Residence
- New York City
- Ability
- Telepathy, Psionic, Telekinetic, Empathy, Flash Premonition
As he lay on the bed, trying to calm his mind, he began to think of what everyone must be going through, and that's when his mind went to Delilah. He had made a pact that he would defend her and watch her back, and he felt all this stuff with Haleigh and The Sisterhood, he had somewhat been lacking on his part.
Cameron...I can't stay here...contact me if anything happens with Haleigh. Please. And watch over the others.
He frowned. She was going through so much, attempting to protect the others from Malice while going through her own personal turmoil, and the sad thing was that she couldn't really talk to anyone about it. Bishop was such a harsh and touchy subject for everyone. Well. She could talk to someone. Him
Casting out with his mind's eye over the city, he began to "track" her and soon enough he found her, near the East Village, 11th street to be exact, at some kind of... living space, which he assumed belonged to Bishop. Isis had told him to stay put until he was summoned, and physically he would keep up his end of the bargain. Once he was sure of her location, he closed his eyes as Delilah would see a faint glow in front of her for but a moment before his astral form fully materialized. He extended a hand out to the CLEARLY distraught Delilah.
"Delilah.. come on dear. Let me help you up."
He had never really "seen" Delilah this upset, but he clearly saw that if something didn't change, that if she kept on this path of unworthiness, helplessness, that it would lead to her undoing, and he felt it necessary to at least TRY and support his new friend.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself.."
Cameron...I can't stay here...contact me if anything happens with Haleigh. Please. And watch over the others.
He frowned. She was going through so much, attempting to protect the others from Malice while going through her own personal turmoil, and the sad thing was that she couldn't really talk to anyone about it. Bishop was such a harsh and touchy subject for everyone. Well. She could talk to someone. Him
Casting out with his mind's eye over the city, he began to "track" her and soon enough he found her, near the East Village, 11th street to be exact, at some kind of... living space, which he assumed belonged to Bishop. Isis had told him to stay put until he was summoned, and physically he would keep up his end of the bargain. Once he was sure of her location, he closed his eyes as Delilah would see a faint glow in front of her for but a moment before his astral form fully materialized. He extended a hand out to the CLEARLY distraught Delilah.
"Delilah.. come on dear. Let me help you up."
He had never really "seen" Delilah this upset, but he clearly saw that if something didn't change, that if she kept on this path of unworthiness, helplessness, that it would lead to her undoing, and he felt it necessary to at least TRY and support his new friend.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself.."