15345/After work visit....

After work visit....
Date of Scene:	09 July 2023
Location:	St. Luke's Hospital
Synopsis:	Jacen's talents caught Phoebe's attention and she decided to seek him out to speak about it.
Cast of Characters:	Jacen Knight, Phoebe Beacon

---

Jacen Knight has posed:
Another double shift. Jacen yawns and shakes his head,"I am getting too old for this garbage." he grumbles and starts towards the ful sized black Ford F-Series truck in the far parking lot. While he isn't on high alert, this is New York so he is passively mindful of his surroundings as he goes.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    This is New York City. Center of the Universe in... a lot of different things. Times are shitty, but we're pretty sure they can't get worse. It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the hit the road blues that anywhere else you could possibly go after New York woudl be ... a pleasure cruise.

    EXCEPT GOTHAM CITY.

    And Rent references aside, Phoebe had tracked the ambulence and its EMT about the city, keeping to the shadows sinc eshe didn't want to see what that bear could do with empirical evidence.

    She already had some video on her domino mask, and she was sitting behind a bit of concrete fascade when Jacen starts towards his truck.

    Big truck.

    There's a little ibt of movement off to his left as she changes her position, and then steps out from behind a recent model Dodge Challenger, the mage from the investigation, dark hood pulled down, a bit of a metallic rattle to her.

    "Got a light?" she offers as an ice breaker.

Jacen Knight has posed:
     He turns his head towards the movement, not whipping fast rather his eyes move before his head so he doesn't look startled. The keys just going into the ingnition and he opts to not start the truck. Instead he opens the door back up and his feet hit the ground again.

     He may have just been at work, but he isn't wearing scrubs or uniform. Instead he has a wet ponytail and is wearing a light t-shirt, blue Wrangler jeans with a medicing pouch on the belt, and of course a pair of black cowboy boots. He pulls his black cowboy hat on and nods to her.

He does of course, have a silver zippo in his pocket that he produces,"Y'all oughta be careful 'bout smokin', stunt y'r growth'r something he replies to the ice breaker.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Honestly, trying to quit. Not for that reason." she states, holding up a hand to refuse the zippo. "But it makes a handy ice breaker. People don't tend to shoot. Or... summon bear spirits." the heroine states, and gives a soft smile.

    "I'm Balm. I work with the League and other organizations, on occasion. I'm very curious about what I saw with you last night, but understand if you don't want to share."

Jacen Knight has posed:
     "Like ta killed me ta quit. I understand what you're sayin' though." he admits. The Zippo goes back into his pocket. If her eyes are sharp enough, the light hits his belt buckle just right and she can see NFR Bull Riding World Champion. The buckle is two years old by the date on it.

     "Yeah I don' tend ta shoot folks anyway." he admits and leans against the bed of the truck,"Saw that didja?" he adds with a hint of a smile.

     Since she offers her name he replies,"I'm Jacen Masters. I ain' really with nobody ta speak of." he admits,"Jus' kinda tryin' ta live m' life. Nobody seems ta notice me mosta th' time. It jus' wasn't somethin' I could avoid las' night."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Her eyes are sharp enough. And the AR in her domino picks up the information. She folds her hands behind her back, looking very professional in spite of the fact that she's some magic kid in dark kevlar.

    "I did. I was able to see into the astral and see the bear, and the necklace caught my attention." she gives a nod. "Pleasure to meet your aquaintance, Jacen Masters." she states, looking down a moment to the bull riding belt buckle.

    "I see you also have a taste for adreniline." she observes.

Jacen Knight has posed:
     He raises his hand to tip the brim of his hat slightly towards her and replies,"My pleasure Balm." he replies. He appears impressed when his mind catches up to what she said prior,"You can see the astral plane. I suspect you saw the bat before that too yes?"

He laughs, not at her, just amusement touching his eyes,"Bull ridin's th' most fun you c'n have with y'r clothes on." he assures her,"Hooked on an 8 second ride, but I'm in recovery." He reaches into the truck, pulling out a cooler and taking out two Pepsi bottles. He offers her one before closing the cooler and closing the truck door,"Cops'll ignore me drivin' too fast, but not so much'f I'm drinkin'."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Not while I'm on the clock." she jokes to the offer of the Pepsi. Gotham paranoia won't let her accept.

    "I did see the bat as well. Are they spirits that are friends of yours, and I have to admit, I've worked with many different types of magic and medicine users, but nothing quite like yourself. I'm fascinated."

Jacen Knight has posed:
     He snorts at the clock comment and sets the bottle into the seat of the truck through the open window. His own gets opened and he gets a drink. A slow breath in and out and he nods,"That'll due 'til I get home."
     "There's a buncha of'm. M' grandfather w's full blooded Cherokee. He was the medicine man an' his medicine w's potent. Mom didn' really have th' knack, but I do." he explains. He laughs softly and scratches his jaw and admits,"I call on them, they come ta my aid. Ain' never asked'm ta do nothin' bad b'cause I reckon that'd be 'bout th' time they tell me ta kick rocks."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I've heard they can be a little tempermental if you call on them for things they don't want to do. It looks like you've treated them well though, and they treat you well." Phoebe confirms quietly. "The tooth necklace -- a gift from your grandfather then? Or something else?"

Jacen Knight has posed:
     Pulling the necklace out from under his shirt he shakes his head,"I had to build my own focus. The bear was in a bad way, it had stepped into three traps and was attacking anything that came near it."

     He shrugs and he admits,"I put a large caliber into his heart before he hurt anyone or anything else. He was on a rampage and there was no stopping him. I decided to make a good out of a bad situation."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    There's a sad smile there to Balm's face, the expressionless lenses of her eyes not letting Jacen see her full expression.
    "That I am sorry to hear; people forget that they are not in our world. we are in theirs -- as far as regular animals go. Generally most people aren't in the spirit world... that would just be a mess."

Jacen Knight has posed:
"It is." he agrees softly,"I mean I hunt'n fish'n all, but I don' take more'n I need'n use everything includin' things most so called hunters cast off." He takes a drink of his Pepsi and shrugs,"Not a lotta that 'round there parts so I settle f'r m'y ranch outside th' city'n hang with m' horses'n cattle."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "That sounds very peaceful." Balm replies.

    "So, as far as your supernatural abilities go... you're not joined with any group? If it gets out that you are around, you may be visited by some old friends of mine." she states, and then she reaches into her backpack and produces a simple, white business card. It has a New York City area code on it and the word 'BALM - Healer & Exorcist'

    "My card, should you ever need aid that your astral friends may not be able to help with."

Jacen Knight has posed:
"It's nice yes. Good way ta defrag after you've been in th' ambulance f'rever." he admits. A shake of his head and he admits,"Not many folks've seen'm an' most kinda gimme th' brush off. I ain' speakin' bad 'bout nobody, jus' sayin' they don' notice's much's you did. Prolly be more talkin' if they could see th' spirits."

     He takes the card she offers and studies it for a moment. Placing the card in his pocket, he reaches to the dashboard and takes out a piece of paper. Scribbling down his name and number he tells her,"Just'n case. Dunno why you'd need me, but I reckon if ya did gimme a call."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Balm accepts the piece of paper, ands holds it up. There's a click noise, and then she tucks the paper away.

    "I think if more people could see the spirits, they would find a way to monetize it as soon as possible." she states in a defeated sounding voice. Hash-tag: CONSUMERISM!

    "You never know. Every once in a while I need an extra couple of hands on an investigation, or to clear an area of malicious energies. Is that something you'd be interested in?" she asks, looking back up to Jacen, "Or would you rather I leave you out of the more dangerous things?"

Jacen Knight has posed:
     He takes another drink of his Pepsi and once it is down he replies,"Yeah. Prolly better most people cain' see th' other side o' th' veil as it were. Cain' resist th' urge ta make a quick buck."

     "You need me gimme a call. I reckon if I ain' up ta m' neck'n hospital business'r birthin' cattle I'd be glad ta help ya." The left corner of his mouth curls up and he admits,"I don' really sense any other spirits th'n my own, but I'll jump head first inta somethin'. Gotta get m' adrenaline fix somehow."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Balm's eyebrows are clearly above the top of the domino.

    "I would actually be very curious to hang around the ranch during birthing season. I'm a city girl at heart. I don't get to interact with large animals very often. So if anyone's in distress, I can come by and lend a hand." she offers, and then lifts her left hand as pretty, pinkish-gold magic swirls around them. It may or may not tingle with Feel Good (tm) vibes.

Jacen Knight has posed:
     Jacen turns to the truck again, grabbing paper and scribbling the address of the ranch on the paper. The name Fallen Angel Ranch might give her something to ponder and then again it just might be a name.

     "You're welcome ta come by. Jus' gimme call'n a heads up. When there's trouble another pair of hands's always helpful. Mos' city folk get a little squemish when th' birthin' starts. Ya sure you're up f'r it?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Balm gives a small smile, and she folds her hands behind her back again.

    "I promise you, I'm not squemish about a little blood, Mr. Knight. I've done my share of medical aid."

    And then she reaches up, and gives a pull of her hood as if tipping a hat.

    "In that case, I'll let you get on back home. I'm sure you're very tired after working a double. Good day, Mr. Knight."

Jacen Knight has posed:
     Pushing himself from the truck again Jacen smiles,"If blood'n guts don' phase ya I'll be sure ta give ya call." he agrees,"That said, there tends ta be more'n a little blood. I reckon you'll be ah'ight."

     He smirks and touches the brim of his hat again as well,"Ah'ight. I'll see ya when I see ya." he tells her and opens the door of the truck to start getting in again,"F'r th' record, I'm draggin' tail pertty bad yes. Jus' gotta stay 'wake a little while longer."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    And when he turns back to her, she's gone.

    She is, after all, a Gotham native, and the Gotham superheroes don't tend to stick around for long farewells.

    Balm, meanwhile, passes through the other end of one of her portals home, and exhaustedly collapses on her couch. Portals do take so much out of her!

Jacen Knight has posed:
When his attention rises again and she his gone he smirks a little,"She's better'n grandpa at that." he admits. He turns and gets into the truck, settling down and getting it started,"A few miles down th' road'n it's beer thirty he tell himself and then drive off into the city.