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[RangerCado]

"No threats. No!" Mini!Selina gives one more bonk on the forehead then glides to Victoria and lays in her hair.

((Sleep, night!))

[Projeck37]

He seems to have run out of tears, but is sniffling from the crying.

[SOLDIER First]

"ow."

Erin is le huggles.

[Empiricist]

"What's wrong? Nothing will change if you just shut yourself away from us all..."

[Projeck37]

All Jason does is lift part of his hoodie up near the waist, showing some skin. It's badly bruised. He puts it back down, hiding the skin once again. He continues sniffling.
((Dammit Erin, explain! You're the only one that knows!))

[SOLDIER First]

((WAIT FUCK
WHY IS HE BRUISED AGAIN
IM SORRY I FORGOT))

[Empiricist]

"Has someone been attacking you?"

[Projeck37]

((BULLYING. REMEMBER?))
He doesn't make any motion.

[SOLDIER First]

((FUCKETY FUCK AM I AN IDIOT))
"Y-yes, actually..
he gets bullied a lot.."

[Empiricist]

Victoria sighs and picks up the outfit.
"Oh, just put some reactive armor underneath your shirt, if anyone triggers it, it's their own fault. No need to get the explosive kind, just something to deter them."

[Projeck37]

Jason just lays there. He doesn't seem to be reacting to Erin. He feels like he wronged her...

[SOLDIER First]

"er.."

[Projeck37]

He somehow manages to speak.
_{"E-E-E-E-E-Erin....... I-I-I'm s-s-s-s-s-so s-s-s-s-sorry......."}

[Empiricist]

Victoria cuddles Jason, however, she is still holding the outfit, nothing happens until part of it brushes against some of his decayed flesh. The outfit deconsolidates and reconsolidates onto Jason, the half mask now covers the rotted portion of his face. He looks sort of like the Phantom of the Opera now, not that any of the TA characters would know that. Whip-like weapons consisting of links that resembled vertebrae with a pair barbed blades on their ends extends out of each sleeve, the blades are aligned together like a set of closed scissors, a mechanism causes them to snap open when they slash into something, rotating fully back into their initial positions. They then retract back into the sleeves, concealed by some sort of hidden deployment system.

[SOLDIER First]

"It's oka- whoa son"