5255/Clean Up

Clean Up
Date of Scene:	19 February 2021
Location:	Bronx
Synopsis:	Claire helps Bolo get to the Pharmacy after his duplicate beats the crap out of him
Cast of Characters:	Jovian Anderson, Claire Temple

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Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson has been pushing his power to its limits lately, now that he has some idea of what it is capable of. He tried reasonaning with his Dopple but wasn't able to get more than "Die" out of it so the last few times he has simply observed. He's been able to get the shape of his own constructs to twist and blur a bit but nothing like the swarth of tentacles the horror master can achieve much less the whispering that causes madness in the mind. He is like that now, in an alley, being strangled by his Dopple with three thick pulsing tentacles of darkness, the being inside the pulsing heart of darkness only visible as a pair of dark red pulsing eyes though Jovian can see his other self in the darkness. HE vainly tries to hit the streetlight in hopes he can short it for a brief flair of bright light.

Claire Temple has posed:
While Claire knows it's not wise to interfere in street fights (and she does know, she's been born/bred this town her whole life), she also knows she's not the sort of person to let someone die alone in an alley. So, as she hears the struggle down the way, her mind runs the numbers and no matter how exhausted she is, new off shift from the hospital, she makes the decision to help.

Having not a clue what is going on, she grabs the emergency flash light from her go-bag across her shoulder and snaps it on, flickering the bright, almost blinding LED light down the alleyway towards the mess. She wasn't totally prepared for what she saw, but she's in deep now, "Hey. get OFF OF HIM or I'm calling the cops NOW!" She hisses towards whatever the attacker is.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson is not HAPPY at the light, but hardly vulunerable to normal light, but IT on the other hand is much more vulnerable it hisses at her and phases into the wall, falling down into darkness and shadow surprisingly fast as Jovian collapses, not really CUT but bruised in a dozen different places and GASPING for air as it also cracked a few ribs. He is a souped up human and while fit has no healing factor of any kind and nods in thanks though too busy trying to get air to immediately come up with a pithy response.

Claire Temple has posed:
With her flashlight entirely more effective than she'd thought it be, Claire blinks towards the unfamiliar man and keeps it beamed down the alleyway. "Where... shit! Where'd it go? Are you okay?" With the fight seemingly stopped, Claire begins to double time jog down the alley towards the fight scene, since she doesn't feel in immediate danger any more. She keeps her flashlight out, but clips it to a carabiner on her belt instead so she has both hands free to start looking over Jovian.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson gasps, "Darkness...dimen...." he keeps taking large wheezing breaths and nods. He might be in pain but oxygen, sweet sweet oxygen makes that pain minor by comparison, "vulnerable, light" he is pretty sure it isnt coming back despite the low level paranoia that almost never goes away at this point. Henods and says, "Thanks." He doesn't resist and has bruises. The interesting thing is that the tentacles actually left small sucker marks despite not being visible.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Hey, just...take it easy. Don't try to move too much. If something's cracked bad enough to damage a lung, we don't want it collapsing here." Claire's dressed in hospital blue scrubs, clearly some sort of medical worker as she speaks with the confidence of someone who knows her shit and is really just that tired. She's pulling on gloves from the go bag now resting at her side, "Take a few deep breaths for me...Does somewhere in particular hurt?" She asks as she's unlooping her stethoscope from around her neck where she's had it since shift started.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson thinks a moment, "Doesn't...feel collapsed...ribs maybe?" He grunts in pain as he moves but lets her examine him clearly immediately recognizing the compotence. He takes a deep breath and it hurts but is also retaken because OXYGEN. He points to two of his lower ribs. His breath is good and no lung sounds collapsed.

Claire Temple has posed:
It's sometimes a bit hard to hear over the sounds of New York behind her, and the struggle of the man beneath the bell of her instrument, but after a few moments, "One more deep breath..." Claire relaxes a bit more. He couldn't breathe that deep or would be that clear if there was really dangerous damage. She carefully takes off her stethoscope and slips it back into her bag, looking him over. "You'll need x-rays to really tell about the ribs, but...if you wrap them up and try not to move too much, you should be fine...I don't think anything's punctured. You...need a ride somewhere? You want me to call an ambulance?" Claire asks quietly, her expression strained with worry. She knows how much an ambulance can cost people.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson considers. He isn't wanted. But he doesnt want to explain his powers and he knows he would have to fill out a report. He hates lying on official reports. He considers and nods, "Yeah, a lift to a local hotel would be good. I have been moving around al ot to avoid" he jerks with his head, "Laying low. Any place is good. The less I pick the better. I can wrap up if you drop me off at a CVS or the like." He can afford an ambulance, but doesnt want to be on offical radar.

Claire Temple has posed:
As it seems money isn't a big worry for him, Claire relaxes just a bit more. Those are always the worst conversations. She tiredly pushes herself up off the dirty ground, peeling off those nitrile gloves to toss in an overflowing bin at the side of the alley before she scoops up her go-bag and slings it across her shoulder again. She then offers him a hand to help gingerly get him off the floor of the alley..."Come on...I'll walk you to the Duane Reade, at least. then you can get a taxi from there."

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson nods, "Sounds good" He is still in pain but breathing albiet still a bit heavily, taking her help and getting up rather quickly showing fit dexterity. As he does, he cracks his neck and winces. Yeah. This will take some time to heal from. He doesnt whimper though and takes out a small flask for 'medicinal purposes.' He carefully moves at the same pace as her and says, "You a nurse?"

Claire Temple has posed:
The Latine woman carefully helps settle his arm around the back of her shoulders and moves it slowly towards the mouth of the alleyway. Claire is testing as she goes, seeing just how much his body can take and ensuring that he's stable before she lets him out of her care. Dark eyes remain mostly focused on him, no longer worried that the thing is going to attack again now. It would have already. "Me? Yeah...just off shift at Metro General. You... get beat up by shadow creatures... a lot?" She asks as she starts them heading towards the pharmacy on the corner.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "Just the one. There are a bunch of duplicates going around and attacking some people, and mine...yeah, mine REALLY doesnt like me but until now its taken potshots, now its actively getting personal, I guess it got tired of trying to kill me. It's something I could become, which is why I am trying to randomize where I stay or go, its worked pretty well until now." He doesnt mind the arm at all and while he isn't limping he is walking...slowly. He does a good job of not wincing in pain but is obvious he is."

Claire Temple has posed:
The woman walks slowly, listening to his breath and words as they go but mainly watching the street for any other threats. It seems Claire Temple is a woman who is always on a little bit of guard and more than a bit of paranoia. She frowns at his words, "I...heard about that. It's... pretty messed up. But you got enough money to keep... Doing that? Pop around places? Get some ace wraps for your ribs and extra strength pain killers in there?" Claire comes to pause outside of the pharmacy, looking him in the eyes one more time.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "Freelance Bodyguard, Bounty Hunter so yeah...I do. Most of it is in cryptocurrency but I keep hard cash reserves. It lets me stay mobile. I've been using a randomizer. Ace is the place" he thumbs up to her instructions, "And I assure you extra extra extra strength pain killers." he sips the flask again. "I appreciate the help"

Claire Temple has posed:
"Alright then. Uh... keep safe, Mister. If...if shit really hits the fan, you can ask around for me. Night Nurse. I... help. But only if you don't have anywhere else to go, got it?" Claire's slowly coming into acceptance that using her own name is probably a poor choice. She's trying out the nick name the other vigilantes have given her. She doesn't quite say it like her name, but she's working on owning it.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson hands her a card, and takes her number. He definitely will not turn down an off the books health care provider. "I've heard the name. Glad to meet you, they call me Bolo." He smiles and takes the contact details, "I owe you, and suspect you get that a lot" his eyes twinkle

Claire Temple has posed:
The card is accepted with a bit of surprise, but Claire looks it over once before giving a respectful nod and then slipping it into the breast pocket of her top. "Bolo. Yeah... Once or twice." Claire's full mouth pulls into a rather dry smirk about it, shaking her head. SHe then gently lets him go, "Stay...safe out there." She gives him one last wave, watching him walk into the store and being certain he doesn't collapse before she turns to finish the walk home.