12101/Cats and Pixies and Phantasms

Cats and Pixies and Phantasms
Date of Scene:	21 July 2022
Location:	Blake House
Synopsis:	You can't expect to fight a demon and come out of it with a whole skin!
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Megan Gwynn, Michael Hannigan

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Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake enters the house and leads Pixie to a sort of living room bedroom. He's still furnishing the place and living out of boxes. There is a huge food bowl on the floor and a water bowl the same size. He shuffles over to an antique wardrobe and turns it around, it being mounted on wheels. A secret touch spot opens the back, revealing... all manner of interesting stuff. Several classic Catman costumes, weapons, grapples and medical supplies. He gestures to Pixie and then sits down on the edge of his bed, removing the metal cat mask.

"You would have been a hell of a getaway woman. You know? Thanks for this."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn winces as she sees the giant water bowl and food bowl on the floor, not entirely keen on meeting his..Pet. Still, she's a bit nervous to be in his house! which he's never invited her to before, and even more annoyed at being called 'little buddy.' But hey! she has more important things to worry about now as she helps him on the bed. "This is..This is a lot of blood..Are you sure Nick can heal you up?" she was unaware of his healing ability, but it's been a while. With a nod she pulls out her phone and thankfully still has his number, giving him a ring?

"Heey Nick? Are you there? You need to come to Thomas' place quick..He's hurt!" she sounds pretty worried! even though Thomas might act like it's not a big deal. To his comment she just laughs and nods, "I guess it's what I'm best at.." well she's certainly not a heavy hitter. "Just don't bleed to death or anything, ok?" she's already searching around for some bandages and first aid supplies. Her poor scarf is probably soaked through by now..But she's more worried about his well being right now.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake sits watching her fiddle with the medical supplies. Then he says, "Megan listen... I'm sorry. I been giving you mixed signals. You're a not kid; you're not little. Truth is... you're beautiful and I'd like to... make you feel special. But... I mean look at me? I'm a mess. So I did this kid stuff to keep you at arms length. Which also sucks buuuuuut like I said, I'm a mess. You ought to give me the bandages and fly the hell out of here. But I hope you don't." The speech would be far more dramatic if he did not flop back on the bed.

"I think I need some live in help... with paramedic training..."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Well, the phone call Mike got was brief. Very Brief. And all he's gotten from it was the following. One, There is an issue at Thomas's place. Two, Thomas is hurt. Three, Pixie is at Thomas's house.

With Thomas.

The trip was very quick. Based from the urgency of the voice he did take a shortcut through a dream to get in the general area. Since no one at the estate is currently sleeping, well.. he's still got some flying to do.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn continues fussing with bandages, coming over with a towel soaked in warm water and she starts to peel off her bloodied scarf, cleaning his wounds and wrapping them in clean bandages. Of course his shirt is shredded now, and that probably means he's half naked. Which just makes her blush some more. Good thing she's able to busy herself wuth healing his wounds.

"Dont talk right now, and don't be an idiot. I got you into this mess, remember? You were trying to keep me out of trouble so quit pushing me away!" she glances at him briefly and she seems upset. "You're right, I'm not a kid..I'm an Xman. And this isn't my first battle either..So..Don't be an idiot with me. Did you ever stop to think how I felt? I mean.." shaking her head, Megan just falls silent again, working on his wounds. "If you want me to leave, I can. I guess. But you're still a big jerk.." she sighs, shaking her head, wondering where Nick is. He'd probably not approve.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes Megan's hands in his. He looks deep into hers. "I don't want you to leave. Am I still giving you mixed messages? I thought I stated my position."

For all the brutality he shoed against the ice hound, Thomas is incredibly gentle as he takes the young Mutant's face in his hands and kisses her. Despite his size and strength he has the lightest of touches. There's no doubt she could just shove him away. When she doesn't his arms go around her.

"Ow."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Where is Mike? Well... It's true Mike may sometimes crash at the Beach Retreat for Shaw Studios when the condo is being used for other matters. But, that doesn't mean he actually lives there. No, that would be the previously mentioned condo. In Midtown. Which is not. In. Happy. Harbor. Even with dream travel abilities, there's a little commute.

There is emphasis on the 'little' part of the assessment as a raven comes flying through the front door, looking around. "THOMAS WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn sighs and nods, "Yeah. I mean no! You're not. Thank you, I think?" she smiles faintly as he takes her hands, not pulling away or getting mad for once. "Perfectly clear.." she murmurs, closing her eyes as she leans in, practically sitting in his lap as she presses her lips against his mouth...Yeaaah, Nick's gonna have a fit. Too bad she's a BIT distracted to pay attention to a little talking bird right now..Wait for it..

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake is a little distracted as well, as he helps her sit a little more comfortably. He turns to the raven and says, still distracted, "You can talk? ANYway, be more specific. I do a lot of things. In this case... I helped Megan fight an ice dog demon. She was helping me with first aid... and this happened. We were coming off an adrenaline high."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As Thomas looks to the bird, the raven is flat out standing mid air. Wings dropped to the side and beak dropped down. Once Thomas rights Megan to where she's not using him as a seat, his brain starts to reboot.

The explanation does help. "...Did you get dusted by Pixie?"

While he waits for the answer, the bird jumps back, doing a flip. Upon the flip finishing a much more human shaped Mike steps onto the floor. His features unreversing as he steps forward to get a better look at the injuries, what got patched up, and what still needs patching up.

"Tom, did you get your cape back?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn might have just assumed she had imagined the bird could talk, mostly ignoring him as she continues to smooch Thomas..Until she realizes that the bird really CAN talk, and she's not actually imagining things. And..Oh boy, is she just running on adrenaline? Or maybe she DID actually sprinkle him with dust at these close quarters.

Either way she quickly disentangles herself from him, jumping quickly to her feet, straightening out her clothes, sans scarf. "Err..Nick! Hah! You came! How nice....Erm...I think he's...Hurt?" she grimaces, realizing her crawling into his lap sure didn't help. And..Oh. it was just an adrenaline rush. She sighs a bit, wings drooping,

"I guess..I'll just head out then..You seem to have things under control here, sooo.." she hovers a bit awkwardly, staring down at her toes.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gets up. He drops a hand on Mike's shoulder and on Pixie. "Listen. Listen." He seems to be struggling for words. "No need for awkward here. You both came to help me. I just... was feeling gratitude and appreciation for this lovely woman."

"I appreciate you too Mike. I don't say that enough. I'm... trying to be a better person. I can understand your concern for Megan... but I'm not the guy who you know before my trip to Africa. I'd never think she's a one night stand... I'm not doing that. I actually never did it. When I was with Satanna I was faithful... then we became a throuple. I respect women. But they like having relations with me and if I was not attached, I obliged. But I say again... I'd never hurt her." He has to let his injured arm drop and he finds his hand brushing her.

"C'mon, I'll show you how I make my eggs, Megan. I can't right this minute. We'll eat."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks over to Megan, "You called and said Thomas was hurt. Of course I came." The heat turns suddenly to the side as he feels Thomas's hand on his shoulder. The jaw drops slightly again.

The musician's eyes look down to the larger man's feet on the floor. The heartfelt explanation would likely have been better recieved if it wasn't for the red indicators of Thomas not being in the best condition to be doing that.

"Thomas. Forget the eggs. I want you in bed. NOW." Mike gestures over to the oddly placed furniture, "Or on it. Just STOP MOVING AROUND. You're going to bleed faster doing this. Now. Where is your cape?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn does glance down at his hand, giving it a little squeeze before she lets go. "Don't worry.." she smiles faintly, "I'll make you both some omelettes and you can eat once Nick heals you up." She glances at Nick, smiling apologetically. "I wrapped his wounds as best as I could..Umm, I'll go make those eggs." Nevermind she's never been here before and might stumble upon a hungry TIGER. Or that things are now weird..She pauses by the door frame. "Um what's the deal with the cape anyway?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake does flop on the bed. "I got the cape back. The deal is the cape keeps me from dying. Maybe. Magic."

"You guys worry too much. There's some special bandages in that wardrobe... they'll coagulate whateverr Mike misses. But seriously... You see the scarring on me? I've had worse. Demons are wusses. Think they're so great. Only demon that ever got me good took me by surprise. Assholes. Heal away Mike."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Ok so the cape is within reach just in ca-" Mike blinks as Thomas more or less explains why he got called there. "What?"

Oh.

Fuuuuu-

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn arches a brow, "A magical cape? Oh.." she bites her lip, trying to recall if he was wearing it when he fought the hound. But..Now she feels even worse. interfering and all that. "Um, I'll just go make some eggs then..." she turns and slinks off, seemingly in a hurry. Maybe tigers dont like the taste of faeries? Maybe..

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake snerks. "Not like I have no experience with demons. You want to do this before my Auntie Zinda shows up? This is abut all the loving care I can take. Also she drank all my liquor. Anyway this was an ice dog thing. I kept biting it till I got brain freeze." He beckons Mike a little closer and says, "Don't worry, Mike, I would never cause her any unhappiness, wherever she decides to go with this. I mean, I couldn't even be mean to my Ex-... and if anyone ever deserved it she did, that lousy..." He trails off into a number of terms not fit for a young Faerie's ears or print.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As he's beckoned over and spoken too, Mike gives Thomas /a look/ .

It appears that Mike and Thomas are on two different conversations at the moment. As Thomas is giving Mike assurances regarding Megan, Mike is concerned with something else entirely. Namely the injuries that are staining the sheets and the realization that. HE'S the appointed field medic.

WHY?!

Although- Saint Raphael wasn't just mental health and illness. And that thing with Hank-

"Ok. I'll figure something out. But just in case, do you got another guy you can call?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn had said she'd go make some food..But she lingers on the other side of the door, listening with wide eyed worry. There's a lot of unfinished things to deal with, like..That kiss and..Thomas nearly bleeding to death, and, and can he really heal him? And somehow this is all her fault for dragging him into this! Dammit..