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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 24, 2006 0:15:47 GMT -5
There was a puff of smoke and the characteristic bamf! and Kurt, Rayen and Bandero appeared on the med lab floor. Kurt released the arms of the other two and pressed a hand to his temple - he could feel a stress headache starting, and he resolved to take some tylenol that he knew he was bound to find in the lab, but first he had to take care of Forge.
Wafting the brimstone smoke away, Kurt looped his arms under Bandero, hoisting him as delicately as possible onto the nearest table. Grabbing the collar of the charred shirt, Kurt shrugged and grabbed a nearby pair of medical scissors. "Sorry, mein freund, but the shirt has to go." He quickly cut down the middle of it and pulled it open, eyes scanning Forge for any damage.
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Post by forge on Jul 24, 2006 0:35:57 GMT -5
There was damage beneath the shirt, but a lot of it seemed superficial. His skin was blackened a bit, somewhat charred, but amazingly there seemed to be no lasting damage. Already a few blisters were present, however.
Forge winced as Nightcrawler peeled the shirt free, but sat calmly as Kurt began to inspect him for any real damage. He managed some small talk, however, briefly describing his electrokenesis, and how it had saved him from a lot of real damage. He was just terribly stunned, and his muscles had cramped a bit. He’d probably need to keep his chest rubbed down with burn healer, but nothing much.
(ooc don’t mean to rush, just wanting to get this Rp with Conduit under way before we go to the meeting and Baltimore and whatnot )
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Post by conduit on Jul 24, 2006 0:37:34 GMT -5
Rayen stumbled backwards as they ended up in the lab, gasping as she reached for a nearby table to stabilize herself.
She couldn't meet their eyes, slipping her arms around herself. Walking a bit away across the room, she chanted silently to herself, drawing her energy in and trying to focus.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 24, 2006 0:44:33 GMT -5
(ooc: Understandable. I'll try to hurry through.)
There was surprisingly little damage: a few scorch marks here and there, a few blisters rising on his skin. With all the power of the mansion behind the blast, Kurt would have expected Bandero to be vaporized. It seemed he was powerful enough to protect himself, though.
Pulling a tub of salve out of the cupboard, Kurt popped the top off and scooped the cool gel out. "My apologies that I'm not a young woman, Bandero, but most of them are still asleep." He grinned and began to rub the salve against Forge's skin lightly, taking care to be as light as possible. He wasn't sure just how deeply the tissue damage went, but it was likely to be painful no matter how deep. None of the burns looked bad enough to have killed the nerve endings in the skin, so he would just have to avoid too much twisting and bending.
Finishing up as quickly as possible, Kurt moved to the sink to wash his hands, his tail screwing the top back on the jar. "If that's all you need from me, I'll leave you two. It sounds like you have much catching up to do." With a bamf! he was gone.
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Post by forge on Jul 24, 2006 1:01:28 GMT -5
(ooc thanks man, really appreciate it)
Bandero laid on the table for a few moments, gathering himself. This situation had gone from surprise to worse, and now to painfully awkward and heart-wrenching. After all these years, at least ten of them, he had to confront the worst possible moments of his youth. He never had a strange, brutal awakening with his powers. His darkest memories were from the whole of his childhood, and the most evil man he’d ever known: his father.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself off of the bed, and looked across to Rayen. Damn it all, she was still his sister. Still his baby sister at that.
“Okay. Let’s go. Out back there’s a forest. We’re going to talk there, so as to be away from any residual electricity. I’m unsure what exactly the nature of your power is, but I get the drift…” He spoke with authority, calmly biting back pain – and anger, oh yes, there was anger. She did just almost kill him, and successfully fried his ass. No matter the bad blood, that was just upsetting… but she had cried out when she’d done so, obviously mourning her mistake. Conflict brimmed within him.
Tugging on a lab coat he’d drawn from a compartment to one side, he left it open in the front to keep his goo-covered chest from touching anything. Jesus Christ it hurt.
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