--SYMPTOMS--

Plans were unfolding in the fabric of his mind, plans of the birth, raising children, a life tied to Jupiter in more ways than one. Somehow he'd pictured this differently - though in reality he'd never quite pictured this at all. Marvel had never been the family type of guy, though he had to admit as he aged he was growing a little less interested in women and just a bit more interested in a woman. That woman was Jupiter. A figment of a smile lingered in the corners of his lips as he continued to rest his trachea on the top of her head. Suddenly she seemed to register what he had said and instantly he realized the weight of his words. They really did have planning to do, but it seemed that she had some ideas. "Wherever we find, it'll need to be as close as possible to here. Ludicael and all her members will be behind you." He wanted to say behind 'us' but somehow it made his tie into the whole ordeal more personal than he cared to think about right now. He wondered just what Ludicael and her members would think of the ordeal. Would they rise up as he imagined them, or would they whisper and talk behind their backs? Marvel could handle talking, but talking could cause dissension if it wasn't handled properly. "Should we - how do you want to handle the - ah - news?" Would she want to announce it to everyone, or let it slip to a few trustworthy souls and let it travel through the grapevine naturally? It didn't much matter to him, though he almost preferred for it to remain a secret for just a little while. Somehow he felt like telling others would make it all the more real. Marvel wasn't quite ready for reality just yet.

"Speech"