Nexus. Sign area and Aoife's Brownstone. Man on fire.
man: *stumbles out of a random doorway, propelled by a rush of heat and fire. Obviously wasn't expecting to find a floor and falls with a loud THWACK, ending up in a bloody charred heap by one of the Nexus' couches*
small, dark haired woman: *rises up off the running board of a red cab-over semi* What the... *hurries over to check on the guy*
man: *is a large sturdy man, and would probably look rather strong and vigorous were it not for the burns and bruises. Has landed firmly on his head and is slowly trying to right himself with much incoherent mumbling*
woman: *surprisingly strong hands on his shoulders* Hold still, Bub. Yer lookin' kinda rough.
hands: *feel a surprisingly resistant body armor under the charred robes*
man: *coughs and splutters, leaning into her chest. His right eye, peeking from under his hair, lidless and glowing, suddenly flares as a pink energy arcs toward her pocket. But it seems to be stopped just as the man yells and drops to the ground again*
woman: ... Don't worry, seems whatever the heck that was ain't gonna work here.
man: *breathes heavily through gritted teeth, now trying to clutch his ears* Ss...s-stop! Make them... stop! *not paying attention to the woman*
woman: *eyes narrow as she looks around and sniffs, trying to see if there's anything nearby to bother the guy*
sign area: *empty and quiet. The door the man emerged from is now closed with no trace of fire*
woman: *slight frown as she looks back down at the man. Gives him a small shake* Kin ya hear me?
man: *groans become softer until the phantom eye fades and he slumps over*
woman: *shakes her head and hefts him up to a sitting position, then starts ripping off burned cloth*
man: *is 300 pounds of ragdoll right now*
armor: *revealed under the clothes as a kind of hard white kevlar. There is a nasty-looking gash in the side that is seeping blood*
woman: #@$%@@#. *peers through the gash and sniffs, checking to see if the gash has gotten past the muscle*
guts: *not human, but definitely there!*
woman: *another soft curse and looks to see how to unfasten the armour so that she can tie him up and keep his insides where they belong while she moves him*
truck: *deep voice* Do you need help, Logan?
Logan: No. Stay back. He's got some kinda hoodoo that goes fer electronics.
man: *suddenly jerks and gasps for air!*
Logan: *growls and pauses in her search to watch him closely*
man: *just breathes and looks around blearily, seeming to be conscious for the first time*
Logan: *tilts her head to see his face* Kin ya hear me now, Bub?
man: *lopsided turn of the head* ......You're not purple.... *smiles. The purple phantom eye is now gone*
Logan: *quirks a brow* Nope. Not since th' last bruises faded.
man: *glances around* .....Am I dead....? *tries sitting up, pushing blood from the gash* *Ack!* No. *falls over*
Logan: Hold still! *voice a sharp snap*
man: *groans, but lays there as instructed*
Logan: I gotta close that cut before yer guts do somethin' they ain't supposeta. Where's the release on this turtle shell?
man: *blearily* Wha...? *shielding his eye from the sun*
Logan: I gotta get ya outta this. *knocks knuckles against his chest. The clunk... sounds metallic*
man: *squints, knowing this will hurt* Back...
Logan: *looks*
man: *grunts, trying to roll over* Seam... on back...
Logan: *holds him down with a knee* Ferget it, I'll jes' cut it open.
man: *grunts* Fine. There's... fabric... between the plates... *goes back to shielding his eye*
Logan: *pops a long metal blade from between her first and second knuckles*
man: *not watching, is trying not to pass out*
Logan: *carefully opens up the armour, and then retracts her claw and whips out the super glue. Gets the gash in his side closed with practiced speed and skill, praying that the AV field will keep him from any allergic reactions or anything similar*
man: *has been around enough field medics to sense worry by now* I'll live..... -.O Or... maybe not... *sounds a bit alarmed*
Logan: *quietly* Ya will. *checks the glued shut cut, and then hunkers down and gets that big man gently over her shoulders*
man: *grunts as she lifts him* No... you don't understand... *looks around*
Logan: So then explain.
truck: Are you sure I can't help?
Logan: I'm sure, shaddup.
man: *stares at the truck*
Logan: Bub? What don't I understand?
man: *still looking at the vehicle, hoping there's someone inside* That's... that's not a hunk of circuitry, is it?
Logan: Don' matter if 'e is. Yer hoodoo thing don't work here. Now what don' I understand?
man: It has to work... or I'm dead... *sounds alarmed, mostly because he can't shake the incredible feeling of calm he's had since he woke up*
Logan: ...Not here.
man: *still sounds dubious* Can we at least... test this first? Don't wanna... kill your friend... if he's sentient...
Logan: *sighs and sets him down, then pulls out her cellphone and waves it at him*
man: *raises his right hand, which has a black palm, and touches it gently*
cellphone: ...... *still there!*
Logan: See?
man: *blinks* .....Ok. *not quite sure what to think*
Logan: There's 'n anti violence field. It won't let nothin' hurt nobody unless they give permission. Keeps some other weird !#$$#@ from happnin', too. *puts phone away* Now let's gitcha someplace more comfortable.
man: *blinks again* .....Where is this? *attempts to get up again*
Logan: *shoves him back down* Easy, ya gotta hole right ta yer guts. 'N this' the Nexus.
man: *annoyed grunt* You said you wanted to move...
Logan: Don't need anythin' gettin' ripped. *lifts him to his feet with surprising ease for a woman who is five foot tall in her boots*
man: *7-foot-tall man is nearly doubled over the tiny girl, and not happy about it* This... isn't helping, Pixie. *more pained grunting*
Logan: *soft growl* Name's Logan. Optimus, git over here.
truck: *unfolds*
man: *smiles at truck-man* I knew that design would take off. *chuckle, then wince at complainy abdominal muscles*
Optimus: *as he stoops to gently lift the injured man* Take off?
tiny golden dragon with brown tiger stripes: *scold scold scold from Optimus' shoulder. So much scold*
man: *will get into truck-man's hands and/or arms as offered* Politicians thought... *grunt* ...shifting tech would never be perfected.
Logan: *soft snort as she climbs up to join the tall man* Where he comes from he's how they say people.
Optimus: *quiet nod* Yes. As Logan says. *turns toward that one brownstone and starts walking around it* Beauty, hush.
Beauty: *SCOLD!*
man: *tries to lay as comfortably as possible, not sure how much longer he can stay awake* *confused look at Logan* "How they say people"...?
Logan: Yup.
Optimus: *shakes head at her* What my wife is trying to say is that my people are a natural occurrence and not the work of another, organic, race. She is somewhat defensive of the subject. Beauty, hush.
Logan: *snort*
man: Oh. No need to be defensive... *starting to drift off, smacks himself in the face*
Logan: You'll be in a bed soon, Bub.
Optimus: *looks down as he pauses by the front steps of the brownstone* I am Optimus Prime, and this is Jaime Logan. What is your name?
Logan: *impatient* We kin ask that later.
man: No, keep talking please. My name is... Matthew. Matthew Shianee.
Optimus: It is a pleasure to meet you, Mathew. *watches Logan jump down to the stone railing by the steps, a leap that would have broken a human, and many other organics', feet and legs, then looks back to the man in his arms* Are you in any danger?
Logan: *knocks on the door, and then disappears inside*
Matthew: Depends. *thoughtful*
warm feeling: *encouraging!*
Matthew: I guess not.
Optimus: Good. Will you be missed? Beauty, please.
Beauty: *looks down at Mathew and yells at him!*
Matthew: *frowns, somber* ..... I suppose not...
Optimus: *compassionate look, and then uses his free hand to make a grab at his little pet as she jumps down to sit on Mathew and scold him* Beauty, stop that.
Matthew: *stares at Beauty with his one good eye and one empty socket, not in the mood for pesky pets*
Optimus: *sighs as he finally nabs the little creature* She's worried about you and doesn't think you should sleep.
Matthew: If I was alone that would be good advice. I'll live.
Logan: *opens the door and comes out, followed by another small brunette, who is holding a stretcher. Grabs her end of it and looks up* Okay, Op, stick 'im here.
Optimus: Alright. *lets Beauty go and gets yelled at, then carefully sets Mathew down on the stretcher* It was a pleasure meeting you, Mathew. I hope you are soon well.
Matthew: *drifting off to sleep* You too, Optimus. Thank you... for your help...
Optimus: *as Beauty lands on his head* You are welcome. *steps back*
Logan: Okay, Aoife, back up.
Aoife: *tosses head, and then moves her hair out of her face without touching it with her hands* No. Wait a bit and let me turn. *green grey sparkles appear around the handles of the stretcher, which remains hanging in the air as she turns around*
Matthew: *smiling blearily* You have a pixie friend too...
Logan: I ain't a pixie. 'N she's Guardian Fae.
Aoife: He's talking about our height I think. *grabs the handles and heads inside*
Matthew: *chuckles at Logan, then winces again from his wound*
Aoife: Alright, starting up the stairs. I can do some healing on that once we have you in bed, if you want.
Matthew: Not having... a hole in me... would be nice...
Aoife: Do you have anything against non tech methods? *easily carrying her end of Mathew up the enclosed Victorian staircase as Logan brings up the other end*
Matthew: You mean... holistic or... magic? *doesn't sound too pleased with that last one*
Aoife: I don't do magic. I manipulate atoms.
Matthew: *blink* Ok, that works... *wasn't expecting that*
Aoife: And if you need it, I'll share a bit.
Logan: Don't think he's hurt that bad, and you ain't over that last sharin' ya did, kid.
Matthew: Sleep n' food. 'Sall I need...
Aoife: *slight chuckle as she reaches the top of the stairs* What do you think of chocolate and rye whiskey?
Matthew: What's whiskey?
Logan: Alcohol. 'N I wanna bottle 'o that.
Matthew: Maybe tomorrow....
Aoife: *snort* Of course you do, Logan.
beeeg orange tabby kitty: *looks at Mathew with concern as she falls into step with his stretcher*
Aoife: Deidre wants to know if she can talk to you. She's a telepath.
Matthew: No more questions... *pretty much gone by this point*
Aoife: She hasn't got questions. She just wants to say hi. *turns into a room at the end of the hall*
Matthew: *softly snoring*
Deidre: -Heh. Sleepstimes.- *very very soft kitty kiss for the man's nose, and then sits down and watches as Mama and Aunty put him to bed and take off the rest of his stuff before washing him up a bit, putting honey and bandages on his wounds, and tucking him in*
((Written by ssjmihoshi and random_xtras.))