Summary:Thrasher comes in wounded and consults with Raven and Robbie Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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A minor alert goes through the Warriors headquarters, marking that the garage is being opened. That alert becomes more strident when Night Thrasher indicates that he's coming back wounded and in need of the medical bay.
Thrasher makes his way through on his own two feet, not likely to allow for any assistance. His armor appears battered, with a few cracks in the chestplate and along his left hip. Most notably are the melted parts, his armor seared and pockmarked along the full length of his left arm. Most likely, some of it's melted into his skin underneath.
He makes his way into the medbay and plops down. He doesn't know if anyone else is in residence or not. If not, he's more than prepared to treat himself, peeling his helmet off and letting out a hissing sigh as he shakes out the cobwebs.
Rachel is in her own little section of the HQ when she hears the alert go off, a brief little BWIP-BWIP that sounds out loud enough to startle even someone wearing earbuds. It doesn't drone on, though, which is something she's grateful for. Klaxons always put her on edge. But, as she rises from her desk where she'd been studying a thick, ancient tome assigned to her by Doctor Strange, she closes it and secures it in the carrier he provided, to keep it safe from any opportunistic prying eyes and/or grabby hands.
Out of her room and heading toward the garage, she takes note of Dwayne struggling to make his way to the medbay, wincing slightly in sympathetic pain as she helps him the last little bit of the way with some light TK he might not even notice. "Oh, my goodness," she says, moving closer as he plops down heavily. She's already got her hands out and moving to rest them on his body, to begin to heal his wounds by siphoning the pain from his body to fuel her work. "What happened?" she asks, not meeting his eyes as she focuses on the reparations to his body.
Dwayne's eyes clear a bit as Rachel draws some of the pain away. He was holding his own against it well enough, but there was no way to entirely be immune to the kind of damage that's been done to him. He continues to remove his armor, plate by plate, as Rachel attends to him.
The worst comes on his arm. He starts to pull off the seared armor and winces as he draws flesh with it, straining for a moment to pull one of the wrist-guards loose until it finally snaps free with a kind of sickening pop that would likely have made him pass out were it not for Raven's ministrations.
"Scumbag with a flamethrower," he mutters. "Called himself 'Captain Arson'. Not exactly a world-beater, but he had really good aim."
Rachel has seen worse, thankfully. She's smelled worse, too. That's why she doesn't lose her quite sizable lunch over the sound, sight, and smell of Dwayne's arm as he frees it from his armor plating. She does grit her teeth, though, as she increases the intensity with which she repairs his body. Her hands are warm and glow with a vibrant purple light as she does this, her chakra gem showing in the center of her forehead, where it's usually obscured from view.
"Captain Arson," she shakes her head. "You'd think he'd take some time to come up with something a bit catchier. Like…" she pauses, then smiles without humor, "I really don't want to do their work for them. It's not quite the time to laugh about it, anyway. I should have you tip-top in a few minutes," she says with a reassuring voice. "I could do it faster, but that can hurt a bit, especially with burns."
Robbie was keeping his distance from the other team members, in his own area as she seemed to just be in deep thought. But then the Warriors HQ alert system started going off and Robbie stood up to his feet and making his way out. Though he was sure to grab his hellfire chain before he exited the building into the medbay area, where Dwayne happened to be. Though the chain was now wrapped around Robbie diagonally across his torso so he could access it easy, Robbie looks at Dwayne.
"You look like shit."
Yes, Robbie says the most obvious thing that comes to his mind. Captain Arson, huh? Robbie looks at Raven. "He gonna be alright?" Because honestly, she probably had the most medical experience out of all of the Warriors. Before he looks at Dwayne. "Did you get him?" Because if Arson is still out there…it might take someone who's actually fireproof to take him out.
Dwayne raises an eyebrow at Robbie's comment, "I feel like shit. Well, not as much like shit as I did before. Thanks to Raven here," he says.
"Not sure he came up with it himself. On the way back here, I checked his personal details from his arrest report," he says. That's right, he used his heads-up display to hack the police department records department while riding his motorcycle back with third degree burns. He's quite the multi-tasker.
"Bart Feldman. 37 years old, no record. Works as a toll booth operator. Single. I'll have to work deeper to see if he's got a medical history, but…he doesn't scream 'supervillain'. Not even a bad one. Maybe his finances are bad. I'll have to dig deeper. But there's something about it that seems…odd."
Rachel nods to Robbie's question, "He'll be good as new in two shakes." Even as she says that, the last bit of dermal marring dissipates and reveals smooth, perfect flesh where the horrible burns had once been. Rachel exhales a deep breath and leans her weight on the edge of the medbay to pull back from the healing.
"Did he seem scared? Pressured?" she asks lightly, considering the things Dwayne's said and the information he'd gleaned from his hacking. "'Member that real estate lady was being pressured to sell this property to you, too. Probably not connected, but we might wanna be open to the possibility of things adding up. What makes you think it's his finances?" she wonders.
"Raven is pretty good at what she does." Robbie compliments Raven in an aside fashion, then he looks at her. "Good to hear." Then to Dwayne proper, he narrows his eyes. "Strange. Doubt this was a sudden thing. Raven might be on the right track. I've seen some good people turn to some bad means of earning a living, usually with a gun pointed to them or their family. But we'll see." Robbie looks like he's about to go hunting for this guy.
Bart Feldman. Noted. Memorized.
But Robbie nods. "Yeah, I remember. If the guy has a family…guy will do anything to make sure his family is taken care of, even stuff they would never do."
Dwayne Taylor flexes his arm, turning it this way and that. Understanding Rachel's capabilities and feeling them for yourself are too different things. "Impressive," he says to her and means it.
"He was trying to rob a jewelry store," he says. "Or, at least, it seemed like he was. I'm not sure he was entirely there. I might have to do some further investigation. I, um, left him in a bit of a rough state in his own right. He'll probably spend a few days in the hospital under guard, unless they have a healer of their own on hand," he says.
"Everything kosher with you two?" he asks.
Rachel smiles a bit at the compliment, "Happy to help." She busies herself, then, by cleaning things up. Picking up bits of Dwayne's armor that's been peeled off and dropped, she puts it into a pile in the biohazard area for cleaning, sterilization, and probably disposal, knowing what she does of Dwayne.
Cleaning her hands at the sink, she dries them off on a disposable towel. "Not all there, hm?" she says in a musing sort of voice. She's very aware that some talented telepaths can 'ride' people's bodies, among other tricks, that could make a person act outside of their norms. Then, drawn out of her thoughts, she nods, "As far as I know, yes." She smiles to Robbie.
Robbie doesn't want to answer if things are Kosher. Robbie looks at Dwayne for a second. "Rob a jewelry store? Well, if it had fine jewelry I can see how he might be able to sell it off to some black market types or certain collectors but…" he shrugs. "I don't know. I'm not a detective. I'd need to meet this guy personally to find out just how guilty he is." which means that Robbie would have to go full Ghost Rider on him, which is probably extremely overkill. But isn't that the Warrior's MO? Stop whatever threats rise in whatever way they can in the best way they can?
But then he looks at Rachel when she speaks her thoughts about the pair of them being kosher. "Kosher." He finally says in perhaps mild begrudging agreement. Complete emotional recovery? Not yet, looks like. But he crosses his arms as he looks at Dwayne. "I'm more concerned if you're kosher. Which you will be, if Raven's as good of a healer as I think she is."
He watches the momentary exchange between the two members, "I didn't mean between the two of you. Sort out your own affairs as you like. I meant if you had any other threats or dangers I should know about," he says.
"I already feel fine," he says. "Fine enough that I'll probably be doing my investigation later on tonight. After a meal and some sleep. Would any of you like some…pizza?" he asks. He slips behind a curtain for a moment, peeling off the last of his armor, and coming back out in a t-shirt and drawstring pants.
Rachel's brows crinkle a bit as she feels the mixed emotions swirl around Robbie, and the ghostly sharp edge of his confirmation of what she'd said. She considers quietly to herself, letting her lavender eyes drift elsewhere, as Dwayne clarifies his question. Rachel shakes her head, "Nothing dangerous or threatening that I know of."
"I'm glad you're feeling better," she says with a passing smile. She finishes putting the rest of the armor pieces in the biohazard area and washes her hands, again. Shaking them out, she runs the still-damp fingers through her hair as she makes her way to the door. "I might be up for some. In a bit," she says, not looking at either of them as she slips out of the medical room and silently retreats to her office, where she closes the door behind her.
Robbi looks at Dwayne. "Good." Robbie replies to Dwayne's clarification. "There's one thing, but I don't think its something you can help with. Lets just say I met a demon queen and she asked for my help with taking down some possible excess demons that might be slipping her watchful eye. Which is what I've been doing lately. Sorry I haven't been aroun dthe HQ that much." At the question and offer of pizza, Robbie nods.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind a slice or two. Might as well stick with you while you recover." Because Robbie, despite his hard exterior, is an absolute bro.
he does glance over at Raven when she seems to consider something, then retreats back to her office. Robbie sighs for a moment, before he looks at Dwayne. "Looks like its just us."