2nd Fifth - We Have The Tech, We Can Rebuild Him! [Event]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[Action | Wandering The Streets]

[The Captain is not doing so well.

He is wearing pants and his coat, but is going shirtless. Bandages are wrapped around his abdomen. Blood stains, most of them about a day old, dirty the bandages.

He's holding his stomach with one arm and a bucket with sticky quarters in his free hand. The bucket says "Swear Jar" on the side.

He's walking slowly, stumbling a bit. Muttering to himself.

On occasion he forgets what not to mutter about.

So, on occasion, you will find him on his knees. He's going through spasms that end with him coughing up a quarter into that bucket.]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ One of those times when he's on his knees, it's by the alley next to the tavern, horking up another quarter - when there's a muffled squeak from behind the dumpster. ]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Hey!

*cough*

Who's back there?

[ooeeooahah]

...i-it's Ilsa.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

You got out okay?

Come on out, I'll walk you home or... something.

[ooeeooahah]

Nonononono

[ There is a scrabbling noise, sounding like someone trying to wedge themselves into the cracks in the wall. ]

notsafenotsafenotsafe...

[hisnameisthecaptain]

What? It's fine. I think we need to get others involved.

I just need to stop bleeding and... well,...

[Again, an attempted curse. Again the spasms and he fell to his side. The electrecutions were terrible. Every muscle in his body ached.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Another squeak, and from his new vantage point, he can see that she's wedged herself under a stack of boxes. She tentatively reaches out, but then draws back in on herself. ]

I... I can't heal stuff she did.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Super...

Don't worry about it, I'm fine.

[For certain definitions of "fine" not used by intelligent adults.

Slowly, he's going to force himself to get back up. Slowly standing as well.]

I can get you home, you can hide there right? Got to be better than that alley.

[Well, maybe he could get her home. He wasn't too sure but he'd try.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She shakes her head violently, backing further into the boxes and crates ]

N-no... they'll find me there.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Yeah... you're probably right.

[Not that his place was any better.]

They'll find you anywhere though.

[Not helping.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Small, inarticulate whimper of agreement. ]

[ Then, moments later, a thread of a whisper reaches him. ]

She did this.

To all of us.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Yeah, and we'll get her too when we get out of here.

I'm not going to forget this anytime soon.

[No matter how he tries.]

[ooeeooahah]

C-Capatin?

[ She's shaking, but slowly coming out of the niche she has worked herself into. ]

You're still... still bleeding?

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[He pulled his hand away from his stomach. It's wet with blood.]

That's... that's not good.

Let's get out of here before I can't fly anymore.

[Which may be sooner rather than later. He's not doing good at all.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Johnson may have taken away her ability to read people clearly, and might have taken her courage, but Ilsa still has the urge to help. She slips out of her coat, and takes off her over-shirt, before putting her coat back on. Then, hesitantly, and shaking every inch, she crawls out of her niche. ]

Here, you... you need to redress that...

[ She folds the shirt to be a bandage. ]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[He watches her.

Don't get angry, don't curse. It'll just make it worse.

Taking the skirt. He moves to gently peel off the bandages.

Well, gentle for him at least. it didn't look pleasant and the bloodied surgical mark was far from healed. It probably would never heal right.

He put the shirt around his mid section and tried to tie off the sleeves beside him. Grunting and clenching teeth.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She gets closer, her hands shaking, but there is a light blue glow about her fingertips. ]

I-I can't do anything to the stuff she's done... 'msorry.

[ What she can do, though she doesn't say anything about it, is calm his emotional state, if just a little. Projecting serenity, and quite a bit of caution, she watches him work. ]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[He shakes his head.]

Don't worry about it, I've had worse.

[Well, no, he's had different. Different wounds, all the time. This was just another unique one.

He was trying to be braver than he felt. What if this didn't go away?]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She catches that thread of bravery, and tries to support it. It's kinda hard, getting someone else to be brave when she wants to run and hide. ]

Captain? Do you think... you might oughta go to your house?

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[Yes]

Na, I'm fine. I'm a super hero. Let's first get you somewhere safe, then I'll check on others.

[If he doesn't bleed out.

He's forcing a smile.]

[ooeeooahah]

I-I can't go to my house. People know I'm assigned there... I-I gave out maps.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

How about that place that group wanted everyone to meet.

Uh... I think they call them the Defense something or others?

[ooeeooahah]

I don't know where that is.

[ She looks warily about, as if she's heard something. ]

I-I have a place to go... but you need to rest. Th-that wound isn't sutured right, even for healing by third intention.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

First, you're going to tell me where your place is and I am going to take you there.

Then, I'll go find a bed and lay down until this is over, okay?

[He is lying. There's no real hope for him though, time to do his job.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She whimpers, not wanting to call him out on it, because even if she wasn't bold enough to do it herself right now, she knows the drive of a guardian. Even one too bone-headed to take care of himself. ]

Taylor. It's on Taylor Road.

[ She shudders, not wanting to tell him that much. Looking over her shoulder, and very nervous. ]