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Post by grey on Jun 19, 2016 3:16:17 GMT
Grey was not a ruthless man. He did not randomly kill people, and neither did he do anything particularly dangerous during the day. At night, he drank rye in bars. He did not make a habit of speaking to others unless spoken to. It was easy to mistake him for a quiet office worker just looking to de-stress at the end of the day.
He raised the shotglass containing some sort of milky orange liquid, and drank it. It burned his throat on the way down. Rigidly, Grey sat where he was and let the sensation wash over him. Killing himself was fun because he could feel his body working to renew his system shortly after. It was also fun to see how far he could get without actually dying.
The bartender laid behind the bar, hand on his abdomen as his eyes started rolling back into his skull.
Dying sucked. Grey drank some more.
Behind him, the door to the bar burst open.
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Post by michael on Jun 20, 2016 3:58:20 GMT
 Michael winced when his companion kicked open the door. That was not how he would have made his entrance.
"A little quieter, please?"
She grunts. Affirmatively? Negatively?
"Okay, let's just find Sabertooth and leave quickly." Hopefully he's stil here, Bloodstone can make her apologies to him, and everyone can go back to being a team again.
Some days, he feels like he's just babysitting.
There's not that many people here. There's a patron at the bar, and the bartender is- oh no, no no no--
"Sir! Are you all-" The man falls to the floor. Not okay. Michael dials 911. "Can I get an ambulance on Fifty-sixth and Trinity?"
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Jun 20, 2016 10:44:15 GMT
Post by grey on Jun 20, 2016 10:44:15 GMT
The bartender was not doing so hot.
Grey drank in silence. First-aid was not his forte, and as long as he was a paying customer, he had the right to remain where he was.
jcwIpFyJ <50 bartender goes into shock
Okay, the bartender was definitely doing really bad.
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Jun 20, 2016 10:49:35 GMT
Post by michael on Jun 20, 2016 10:49:35 GMT
FylOJsbh <50 Bloodstone has the power to help the man in some way
Apparently, it is a muggle's place to rely on an ambulance. Mutants knew better. Bloodstone reaches across the bar and lays her hand against his shoulder. His blood circulation improves. Not wanting to feel completely useless, Michael keeps an ear on his cell phone as he walks around the bar.
<40 He trips over Sabretooth's body
<50 unconscious and alive, otherwise dead
The hell is up with this place? Nobody bothered to roll Sabertooth into a couch after he passed out, and the other patron is still drinking while a man goes into cardiac arrest? Michael starts losing his faith in humanity, and fast. Michael sets his cell on speakerphone and tries to drag Sabertooth to a place where he wouldn't get trampled on. Or tripped on.
He's way too heavy for Michael to even budge him. Maybe it's time to get the other patron to finally do something useful.
"Can I get some help here?" He calls out to the other man.
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Jun 20, 2016 11:06:12 GMT
Post by grey on Jun 20, 2016 11:06:12 GMT
Grey glanced over his empty glass of milky orange something, and considered the request. Some help, as in? Well, it was probably to lift the guy, but to where?
Actually, he didn't even know if the guy was alright to lift. All the same, he set the glass down - carefully, because he didn't want to startle anyone - and walked over to where Michael and the unconscious dude was.
Grey wordlessly gave Sabertooth a once-over. He was about seven feet tall, had a head of shocking red hair, and weird tattoos all over his body. He supposed it was doable even if the height was potentially difficult to work with.
"Yes. Where?" Grey asked.
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Post by michael on Jun 21, 2016 5:30:05 GMT
Michael looks around. He spots some beer-stained furniture on his left. "That couch, maybe? I just don't want the emergency crew to come in and trip over him." Not like he did went unsaid.
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Jun 21, 2016 10:59:18 GMT
Post by grey on Jun 21, 2016 10:59:18 GMT
Don't worry, it wasn't like Grey noticed Michael tripping over poor Sabertooth anyway.
Grey moved to pick Sabertooth up. As expected, it was not an easy task. He ended up dragging the unconscious man over to the couch.
Sabertooth now laid on the couch in some sort of awkward half-lying, half-sitting position. It looked very uncomfortable, but Sabertooth was still knocked out, so it was probably fine at the cost of pins and needles in his arm later.
Grey stepped back to survey his work, then stepped back in to rearrange Sabertooth's posture. There -- he was now splayed over the couch, in the proper way a drunk person ought to.
JBfXMU9A <50 sabertooth wakes up
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Jun 23, 2016 13:29:27 GMT
Post by michael on Jun 23, 2016 13:29:27 GMT
The emergency crew arrives and takes away the unfortunate bartender. They tell Michael that he's likely to live, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He never did like the idea of someone dying on his watch. How do heroes do this all the time?
(It was one of the reasons that he could never become a doctor. Among many other things, but he wasn't ready. Now, he won't ever be.)
Bloodstone and Sabertooth are fistfighting now that the latter is awake.
"GUYS...guys, stop... seriously, I'm sure that we can talk this out without fighting--" He walks forward, because he knows that Sabertooth is actually a nice person and wouldn't actually hurt him--
n0C12JtI <50 one of their punches accidentally hits Michael
Crisis averted, but they were still duking out their frustrations. Michael decides then to exercise some self preservation instinct and step back.
Michael wipes his sweat with his sleeve and mutters to himself: "I want this job, I want this job, I want this job..."
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Jun 23, 2016 14:05:14 GMT
Post by grey on Jun 23, 2016 14:05:14 GMT
Grey had stepped back, but the moment Bloodstone and Sabertooth started fighting each other, he stepped forward again. He seemed to mentally consider joining in to break them up by showing them he could take them on just fine, but remembered that he wasn't actually out to cause trouble. He only responded to people who actively provoked him.
Ask the hooligans in Arkham who Grey was, and they would probably talk about a man that took off Baxter's right finger for keepsake after Baxter picked a fight. Ask Baxter why he lost his right finger, and he probably would say it was an accident.
And besides, this wasn't Arkham. There was still law in Old Town.
He handed Michael a glass of cold water that he filled himself at the bar. Michael looked like he could use a drink, but because he was working, he only got water.
gzD2oW4d <50 bartender gets worse because bloodstone went to pick a fight
Yeah, good job, heroes.
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Jun 26, 2016 10:27:46 GMT
Post by michael on Jun 26, 2016 10:27:46 GMT
Michael accepts the water. He looks at it for a second, and decides to do his job. He splashes the water on the two of them.
XROulfHh <50 they calm down, otherwise they get mad
He's terrified. Okay, he's definitely the instigator on this one. Still, law and order has a place in this city. He's not going to let these two get away with it just because they have adrenaline on their side.
"You two are supposed to be professionals, now act like it." It's not like they can actually get away with punching him without repercussion. Right? Right?
<50 right
The dice are not with Michael today. No good deed goes unpunished. He ends up knocked backwards into the bar table.
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Jun 26, 2016 11:01:27 GMT
Post by grey on Jun 26, 2016 11:01:27 GMT
Grey had not expected that response. He watched as Michael flung the water towards two angry superheroes, and the aftermath of it.
Michael went crashing into the bar table, and Grey decided that it was probably time to step in and do the citizen thing. Lawful citizen ... uh, never mind.
Sabertooth and Bloodstone grappled. They were evenly matched; Grey didn't know if he could take both on.
Qz5yNE5b <50 one of them goes after michael
<50 bloodstone, otherwise sabertooth
Bloodstone was wise enough to not continue picking a fight with Michael. He had brought her here to apologize, and look at that brute Sabertooth now -- turning on Michael himself. She was not going to apologize. Instead, she went to help the poor bartender.
Sabertooth rounded on Michael, hissing.
Grey figured he could take one on, and went after Sabertooth once his back was turned. Summoning whatever knowledge he knew about taking down a seven-foot-tall person (guns, basically, which he did not have), Grey brought out the claws and raked them across Sabertooth's back to get his attention.
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Post by michael on Jul 1, 2016 14:54:52 GMT
Michael tries to find some sympathy in him somewhere. It's surprisingly thin for those who would cause needless incidents in public. He finds himself willing to file the man's actions under 'justified self-defense'.
Sabertooth stops in his tracks when he starts bleeding all over the floor. The pain seems to have brought him back to the realm of common sense.
"Jonathan Williams." He's just a man. Hero isn't all there is to Sabertooth, or any of the people under his jurisdiction. "If you keep fighting like this, then I'm going to have to cut your pay. Would you be able to afford your sister's hospital bills after that?" It was a low blow, sure. Michael feels numb saying it, but it's the reality. One person's problems cannot be allowed to overwelm others.
|bGcSg3Y <50 he listens, otherwise he just stomps out
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Post by grey on Jul 1, 2016 16:04:55 GMT
Fuck off, Michael, flashed in Sabertooth's eyes as he glared down upon Michael. He would have liked to lift a finger and take Michael's glasses right off his nose before breaking that same nose. At this point, Sabertooth already knew that attacking him would have been unwise; he couldn't have suffered another paycut without repercussion. He glared over at Bloodstone, who was tending to the bartender. But he could always play out the scene in his head like some sort of sick, cathartic reaction to things he hated.
Angrily, he huffed. Authority and rank and employment gave normal humans power over those who had superiority in superhuman abilities. The world was fair like that - and Sabertooth knew it - but Jonathan Williams had also been a helpless human when his sister was cursed by a supernatural being.
For a moment, he felt like that in front of Michael. He hated it.
Sabertooth stomped away to the bar.
Seeing that things were probably okay at this point in time, Grey retracted his claws. He looked at Michael, and shrugged.
"Paramedics," Grey reminded Michael, and pointed to the door, where a bunch of medical personnel were trying their best to peek in like a bunch of gossiping Chinese ladies.
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Post by michael on Jul 6, 2016 13:53:55 GMT
What the hell?
"Don't you have a patient to take care of?" He asks them, astonished. "We don't have any more people who require medical attention." Sabertooth ought to be okay after a few drinks. Which Michael is going to put on William's tab. Just because the bartender was unconscious doesn't mean that he would get free drinks.
The paramedics scurry away to their work, leaving Grey and Micheal in an abandoned bar. Michael sighs, murmurs his "Thanks" to Grey, and goes over to the door to flip over the open/closed sign.
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Post by grey on Jul 7, 2016 4:14:55 GMT
"No prob," said Grey, lumbering over to where Sabertooth was drinking his life away at the bar. He got another glass, sat down next to the dude whom he had just slashed up, and drank as well.
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