@grimmwald: A totally radical plan, dude.
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Alpha Dog, the name wasn’t familiar to her. But she did remember the word Meckenzie spoke out during her stay here, ‘Dog’. It appeared that he had been attacking her newest teammates, first Hawkshade and then Mckenzie, if he continued it would be her new friend in red. Her eyes once more fell upon the backpack as he began unzipping it. She didn’t know what it was, but as soon as he told her, her eyes widen. “How did you get-” she stopped herself in mid-scetence. “Nevermind, I don’t want to know.” He began explaining his plan as the jar was set on her desk. Pulling out a draw she pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them on before carefully reaching over and picking up the jar in her own hands.
“Hmm…” she began her evaluation. “I actually have an idea of what to do with this.” She began typing on her computer, the light of the screen hitting her glasses as her fingers began typing a few formulas down. “If I mix this with an MAO-A inhibitor such as… harmaline…” she began mumbling a few things such as chemical compounds and non-sense to the average individual. “Itll enhance it... hmmm... It’ll take a little time, but it’s doable.” She responded as she began thinking about the second portion of his request.
Something to nullify healing powers. “That… is a little more complex. Because everyone’s abilities are different from one another, I would need a sample of his blood to be able to run proper tests.” She knew this wouldn’t be what the hero would want to hear. “However, I do know from experience that subzero temperatures can slow the unnatural healing abilities of a regenerator. We can use say liquid nitrogen on him. It should freeze his cells so they are unable to regenerate as quickly. We can even inject him with high doses of blood thinners so his platelets are unable to clot off any wounds we inflict on him for a small time. But without a blood sample I can’t make anything that would specifically slow or even temporarily halt his special healing abilities.”
"Good", Grimmwald smiled, pleased with Ashley's answer for a stronger psychoactive agent. "Take all the time you need", he said, ears still occasionally distracted by the low hum of nearby machinery - by the mechanical clank of walking robots. "I understand a bit of that", he paused, thinking back to the chemicals he'd once familiarized himself with when still a Strigidae assassin. Poison, toxins, chemical agents - chemistry - were an assassin's greatest friend. "Clearly not as much as you though", he said with a clever curl on his smile. A smile however, that fell from his face at the prospect of facing Alpha Dog himself. He scowled, and his blood boiled as thoughts of both Richard and Tessa's injuries flashed clear and bright in his mind.
But even he knew, he was no match for Alpha Dog on his own. He wasn't yet ready to face the beast on his own. Though as his eyes found Ashley's, they met hers with a charming edge of danger, "Then come with me", he smirked, "Alone I may be able to hold him off. For a while. Move around him, be quicker and more precise with my attacks till I draw blood. But eventually I'll get tired, and I'll start to slow down. He won't. One wrong move and I might lose an arm. But if I had a partner, this might work. You have resources, Ashley. You have robots walking in the halls", he said, a small dry laugh flowing out his throat, "A small weaponized aircraft wouldn't be too far fetched. You stick to the skies and shoot him down while I get him from close range. Once he's blood's drawn, I collect it, and you swoop in for me and we leave".
"And I can see it in you. The way you walk and conduct yourself. You're not a stranger to this kind of life. You can fight. And you're good at it", he shrugged. "Besides", his smirk returned, "While we can go with the liquid nitrogen option, I know a part of you wants to do this. Being out there, fighting crime. The adrenaline rush that you can't get inside these walls. Do this with me". It was, in Grimmwald's mind, the only way to acquire a sample of Alpha Dog's blood.
"Well... when you're as old as I am." she chuckled as she looked away from her computer and back at the crimson hero. "I would hope I know a little more than some." She gave a playful wink. But as she continued to research, her muscles visibly tensed as he mentioned for her to go out with him in battle against this Alpha Dog. But the thought of her lingering in the skies shooting down at them in a weaponized aircraft? It made her chuckle a little. “You want the two of us to go toe to toe with this Alpha Dog for a blood sample?” She thought he was joking. But he wasn’t. In fact, he was very much serious about the two going out in the field and attacking this creature that injured both of their teammates. “Wait, you’re serious?”
She could fight, yes, but she only fought to protect herself, her brother, her Reality M family. She had to in order to survive. But was this really so different? Her eyes shifted away from him as she took off her gloves. This was her family now. “I suppose if I say no, you’re going to go out there on your own.” Her eyes shifted back to him, not so much asking a question but more stating a fact. She couldn't let him go out there on her own. What if he gets hurt, what if he-? “I have conditions.” She began as she stood up from her desk. “We take the liquid nitrogen. We will fight together but if there is a moment that we become severely injured handle, we leave. I’ve seen his work and I do not like the idea of having to suture you up, or me for that matter. AND-" She paused for a moment as she gave a bit of a coy smile. "I get to finally know your name."
He could see it. The rush of the unknown in her eyes. And he could feel the vibrations of her blood racing hot in her veins at the thought of venturing from rooftop to rooftop. So as he caught her returning gaze, Grimmwald's eyes held hers - rubies to sapphires - and his smile wore an unapologetic curl. "You got me", he shrugged, "I'd have gone without you yeah. Now", he paused, "As for your conditions", he smirked, "I'm glad you care but you won't have to suture me up. Nor yourself". Rising from the chair, the Horned Saint stood to his feet and plucked his backpack from the ground. "We might need to use the hallucinogenics on Dog. Killing us will be harder for him if he's talking to a giant sock in the sky".
"Get ready", he urged, "We should do this now", he said with a roll of his neck and shoulders. "As for my name", Grimmwald paused, his soundless strides carrying him inches closer till only her desk stood between them. "I'll tell you", he smirked, arms folding over his chest, head tilting an inch to the side, "After this, over coffee. You seem to like that stuff. Though I can't imagine why", he teased. "For now, call me Red. A little bit of mystery never hurt anyone". Glancing at the door, his hyper-sensitive dermis sensing the vibrations of machinery, walking robots and technology he never thought possible, the Horned Saint's mind sighed, I don't how I'm going to get used to this. Glancing back at Ashley, he grabbed his backpack, wore it on his back, and waited by the door. "I'm waiting on you, Ashley".
--Next Stop:Gothic City
His dry sense of humor cracks me up lol.
The Knightfall Saint watched as Red was hit by the attack, and she couldn’t help but lightly gasp. Her instinct was to rush to side and tend to his arm that was obviously injured. She could see it from here. It was deformed, his shoulder and his elbow. But she held her breath for a moment and watched as he walked forward. She was going to have to get some x-rays done, possibly a MRI if he wasn’t claustrophobic to make sure he didn’t tear any ligaments or tendons.
As he held her close, she could feel it, his heart. When was the last time she was close to someone like this? That she wasn’t performing a medical procedure on? A while… we’ll just say a while. This was… nice. Or at least it was, until there was suddenly a shift in temperature and the world around shift from Grimm City… To the Catholicon! A chill ran down her spine as she gave a small gasp, her eyes looking around to see the two were now standing the hallway. She blinked a couple of times, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change in lighting.
She smiled back at him for a moment, he had a nice smile. But then she suddenly cleared her throat and took a step back as he pulled his arm away from her, trying to get back into a more professional manner that she was known for. “Yes, I got everything I need,” she held up the vials filled with Alpha Dog's blood. “And more. I should be able to get this anticoagulation formula to you in no time.” She then held up the chunk of flesh she took with her. “But first, I’m going to look at that arm and you’re not allowed to object. Come on.” She spoke in true physician fashion, going from teammate to medical provider in seconds. The Knightfall positioned herself just slightly behind him as she pressed on his non-injured shoulder as she escorted him to a empty patient room.
It dawned on him. How easily Alpha Dog had broken his arm. With a simple kick, the mad hound had left Grimmwald's arm limp and swarming with pain that dug into the bone. But as he turned to meet eyes with Ashley, he couldn't help but glance at her lips - at her smile. The smile of the one Knightfall whose heart and soul stood grounded in what was real instead of dreaming about what wasn't. "Good. We'll need all of that", Grimmwald nodded. "I should-", he paused, cut off by Ashley's demands as she urged him from the Catholicon's halls into an empty patient room. "Alright alright", he conceded, sighing as he strode into a room of white walls and machine hums. Glancing around him, eyes catching sight of every machine - big and small - he sighed again, then found Ashley's gaze.
He couldn't change his face, not with her eyes holding his so strongly. You got me, his smile said. "I suppose there's no point in keeping my name from you if you're going to see my face huh?", he said, before first pulling off his cowl to reveal short and dark brown curls, and a chiseled face with eyes as red as jeweled rubies. Like Richard and Tessa, Grimmwald was young. And at twenty-three, he was the eldest among them. And yet, his face wore years of paranoia, of being guarded. He seemed older than he was. In his late twenties instead of his early ones. Running across his left cheek was a scar from his duel with Synergy X. Though as he lifted the top half of his costume from his torso, the scars were more. One ran diagonally across his chest, another stretched from his shoulder to his back, and one stretched across the right of his gut.
Grimmwald was muscled like a Greek statue, but scarred like a war prisoner. Stepping forward, the Horned Saint stopped barely an inch from Ashley as his eyes held hers. Tossing his top on the hospital bed, he held his arm for her to examine. "How bad is it?", he asked, worried that he wouldn't heal soon enough to help his teammates face Alpha Dog. "My name's Kellan", he said, voice low and deep, eyes lifting from his arm to her blue gaze.
Her eyes, she couldn’t help but focus on his face as he took off his cowl. He was… so young too. Her heart broke a little. The trio of heroes she had been working with. What kind of upbringing did they have to become the way they were today? She then realized a rather unusual feature. The ruby red eyes. ‘Red’ she chuckled inside as she gave a half smile. The physician then cleared her throat as she averted her eyes for a moment from him as he took off the top half of his costume, taking off her own mask that was still clung to her face and placed the vials of blood and tissue on the counter in the room.
"How bad is it?”
Looking back at him she made sure to only focus on his shoulder and elbow, for professionalism reasons. “Lets see, shall we?” Her hands (a little cold) carefully reached out to his shoulder first. It looked disfigured, like a dislocation. She pressed a few areas around the shoulder, occasionally glancing at him to see if she caused any pain in doing so. But there was no crepitus around the joint.
"My name's Kellan"
She paused her examination for a moment, her blue eyes looking into his crimson as she gave a smile. “It’s nice to finally meet you Kellan.” Her hand began to then slowly make it’s way down to his elbow. Lightly squeezing every so often to check for crepitus, tenderness and swelling. It was when she got to his elbow when she felt it. That light crunching sound, the sound of a fracture. Her eyes focused on the area as she began to lightly feel around it a little more. Her brows pushed against one another as her nose just slightly scrunched in concentration. “Kellan,” it was strange, saying his name. The moment she met him, he was simply ‘That hero in red’, now not only did she have a name, but a face to go with it. A... ah, ahem, nice looking face.
"It seems you fractured your elbow." Her eyes shifted from the elbow to him. “I would like to get at least an x-ray, just to see if it’s displaced. I don’t want to under-treat it and make it worse.”
The way her gaze settled on his, the way her eyes and face softened - it broke something in her that someone so young had been through so much. But as her eyes lost themselves in the ruby tunnels of his, Grimmwald caught her smile, and answered it with his own. "You're charming", he said with nay a timid bone in his body, "In a girl next door sort of way". Though soon, Ashley's warm smile faded, and it was her cold hands he felt On his shoulder, then his elbow. As she parroted his name, her fingers felt like ice grazing his skin. She touched his elbow, squeezed till the sickening crunch of broken bone hung sharp in the air, but Grimmwald neither flinched nor winced. He was used to this. To pain and hardship.
His and Richard's childhoods had been different from everyone's. They were raised by the harsh hand of the Strigidae. Strength was not rewarded, but weakness was punished. He had his first broken bone at the age of five. He remembered crying then - but he remembered the hot sting of a leather whip carving up his back. He shed no tears after that. And winced no more. Pain was simply that. Pain. A constant in life. In his life. Nothing to be weak for. But then he heard it. Not the familiar crunch of bone. But Ashley uttering his name a second time. And try as he might, he couldn't fight the small smile his mouth had pulled back into. All others interested in his name wanted his blood splattered on a wall. Ashley - was different. "A fractured elbow..", he murmured before meeting eyes with her, red to blue, ruby to sapphire.
And as he held her gaze, dreaded words came next from the Knightfall Saint. An X-Ray!? He thought, his heart almost skipping a beat at the thought of exposing himself to a machine, to any machine. He was going to protest, he knew he was. But as he held her gaze, his mind was pulled back to the realization that he would need to recover in time for the battle with Alpha Dog. It was a sacrifice he had to make. "Alright. An X-Ray is fine", he nodded. "Also, thanks. You're doing a lot for me. Helping me with Alpha Dog and treating my arm.. I don't know how I can repay you for this", he paused. "You don't seem to leave this place much, but you do seem to like coffee", almost as much Grimmwald did keeping secrets. "I'll take you to a coffee shop and you can tell me why the coffee there is horrible", he said. Not that all coffee isn't, he thought.
It wasn’t what he was saying that concerned her, but what he wasn’t saying. The pain. There was no reaction from it. No wenching, no slight gasp, not even tension of the muscles, as if he didn’t feel pain. The scars that littered his body could only tell her a small fraction of his story. What kind of abuse did he go through growing up?
But then, there was a reaction, but only when the mention of an x-ray was spoken. She could feel it in his pulse as she hand her fingers now pressed against his radial bone to make sure there was no disturbance in blood flow from the fracture. Pain didn’t make him flinch, but the thought of an x-ray gave him palpitations. She could see it in his eyes at the two locked in contact for a few moments, there was a genuine concern. Why? She couldn’t tell, or even begin to understand at the moment. But the thanks caused her to smile once more.
“Of course. We’re teammates after all. We have to look out for one another, because if we don’t, who will? I’m just sorry you got hurt, I feel like… I was more of a distraction to you than help.” She admitted as she carefully began to lower his bed, giving a light chuckle at his other comment. “I don’t have much of a life outside of work. I enjoy helping people, I found out early it’s my purpose in life.” The last part she spoke with such certainty, no doubt in her mind. It was all she knew. Her life in Reality M she dedicated her all to helping people. If she wasn’t helping rebels heal up, she was working on serums to give her people a chance to win the war against the Power House Couple. “As for the coffee, it’s a date.” She gave a playful wink as she walked over to a closet like door in the room, pulling it open revealed a pullout x-ray machine. With her back turned to him she instantly regretted winking at him. How much of an idiot did just make herself look? She's a doctor and his teammate, she's suppose to be professional, not flirting with the patient. "This will only take a moment." She turned back around, positioning the machine just over the wounded extremity. "Now, just stay still for a second." And with a soft beep, the x-ray was taken. "All done."
As she pushed the x-ray machine back into the closet she also flicked a switch on the wall as a projection of the x-ray was now being seen on the screen. But it wasn't the acute injuries that caught her eyes. It was the old fractures, the calcium build up from the healing of old fractures. Her eyes shifted over to him, just for a moment, did he understand what she was seeing? Some of these bone scars... they were over a decade old, but they were still visible to the trained eye. "So um..." she began, stepping forward and extending her arm out to show him what he saw. "You have a shoulder dislocation, but it's not broken, so your shoulder will be good as new as soon as I put it back in place, however..." she motioned down to the elbow. "The bad news is that you have what's called an olecranon fracture, but the good news is that it's a very small fracture and not displaced so you won't need surgical intervention to fix it. Just need to wear a splint and it'll fix itself in a few weeks IF you don't use it and allow it to heal properly, otherwise it'll take longer to heal." She then turned back to face him realizing that she just unloaded a good chunk of information rather quickly. "But uh, do you have any questions before we get started with treatment?"
It was strange, how often he'd broken his bones and dislocated his joints. The foul crunch of bone was so familiar to his ears, and the sharp heat of pain to his senses - that perhaps he should know how to pop his joints back into his sockets. But Grimmwald didn't. The Strigidae frowned upon those who sought to escape the clutches of pain. He'd never been taught to treat his injuries - only fight through them. "Don't be sorry, Ashley", the Horned Saint protested, his mouth pulling back into a small but reassuring smile, "This is nothing new for me. Besides, without you there'd have been no one to collect Dog's blood. Without you, I'd have left with a broken arm and nothing else. With you, I got what I needed. What we needed", he nodded.
"I'm glad you found your calling so early", he paused, unable to fight the urge to pull back to thoughts of his past with Richard. They'd been killers. They'd spilled so much blood, painted so many pavements red with what was left of their prey... it was a past that reminded him of what he'd be returning to if he ever killed again. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He was an assassin no more. And as he met eyes with Ashley, he found that the deep blue of her gaze reminded him never to slip too far back into the dark red of his own. Smiling as he caught her wink, Grimmwald shook his head in amusement, "Cute", he said under his breath, "Looking forward to it. The date, not the X-Ray", he quipped, his deep voice rasping before - in the blink of an eye - the X-Ray was taken. Sweeping his eyes towards the projection draped over the wall, Grimmwald took in the sight of his fractured elbow, but saw nothing of the old scars carved into his bones. He wasn't a trained medic, he didn't recognize them, he was never taught to.
"Alright", the Horned Saint nodded, eyes moving to wherever Ashley pointed and gestured. "In a few weeks huh?", he paused, breaking his gaze from the projection and glancing down at his injured elbow. A silence fell over him, as if a cloth were draped over his mouth to muffle his voice. I guess I have to trust Richard and everyone else to be fine without me for a while, he thought. Hopefully they don't hunt down Alpha Dog until I've recovered. Lifting his eyes from his elbow, Grimmwald caught Ashley's gaze and smiled. "Questions?", he began, taking a moment before continuing on, "Just one. Are you going to keep me here for a couple of weeks to make sure I heal properly?", he asked, his smirk teasing her as much as his gaze was.
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