7864/Great Balls of fire.

Great Balls of fire.
Date of Scene:	17 September 2021
Location:	Bronx
Synopsis:	A building burns, Lincoln gets turned into a pretzel, and one of Owlmans co-conspirators is captured.
Cast of Characters:	Lincoln March, Hellboy, Cael Becker, Bando George

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Lincoln March has posed:
     It's late evening in the city of new york. The birds are quietly chirping in the trees looking for one another before the fall comes to claim them. The sky is a dark shade of amber as the sun retreats slowly behind the skyline dashing away from view.

     Cars roll down the road parked bumper to bumper with progress made in hours per mile instead of miles per hour as it seems that rush hour is rushing past as per normal.

     An old apartment building stands tall over the Bronx ancient and towering still. Its windows are lit up with people traveling the end of their work day as a bus pulls up to the front of the building dropping off passengers.

     And then comes the boom. A massive fireball erupts from the middle of the building causing people to come running out on fire screaming. They drop to the ground rolling about as they attempt to put out the fire. More screams come from the building as yet more sounds of breaking glass echo out before fires spread violently in bright balls of energy. In mere seconds the building is a towering inferno.

Hellboy has posed:
    After a completely unrelated investigation that turned out to be a false positive on the supernatural-bs-o-meter, the seven foot tall demon had been beset by a handful of onlookers who recognized him and wanted autographs. He was taking the time to sign a couple copies of his comic book, a young lady waiting exclaiming cheerfully that she was also left-handed as he signed hers. "Uh huh," he says. "That's great, kid."
    At that moment, glass breaks. That's not really that big a deal. It's New York, after all. However, the fireball is a bigger deal. The demon stands to his full height, chewing on his cigar as he looks toward the erupting flames.
    "Woah!" says one of those with him. Phones come out, camera apps training onto the eruption.
    "Here, kid," the huge, red man says, tossing the pen to the leftie. Without another word he begins walking toward the building, as if he is not in any kind of a hurry.
    "Are you going to help?" the leftie calls at him.
    He raises his stony, right hand and waves it without looking back. "Stay clear, kid!" he says as he approaches the building in all kinds of fire. "I'm fireproof, you're not."

Cael Becker has posed:
    It's surprising sometimes how much Cael's job with the FBI and the Organized Crime division involves day-drinking - as that's what Cael was involved in right now, in a dingy, underground bar known only to a select crowd. She was sitting, chatting with a hispanic gentleman, the pair sharing the details of some races they'd been involved in as she sips her way through a beer when they loud boom rings out. The sparse occupants of the basement bar start pouring out to see what's going on, and many of them start walking away - wary of the possibility of fire spreading in the densly packed city, despite the prevelent use of fire-retardant materials.
    Cael, of course, lacks a sense of self preservation and runs towards the fire - pulling off her leather jacket, which reveals the harness on her shoulders concealing a handgun. "I've got you. You're alright," she says hastily to one of the victims, as she uses her jacket to smother the flames. Shit. //Shit// - what the hell just happened here?

Bando George has posed:
    Bando was trying to track down a possible lead in the 'case' he'd assigned to himself to help Ghost Spider, but it had become clear that this was a no-go dead end. He takes his hand up to the abandoned store front, trying to look in, as if that would somehow help. This electronics shop had been closed for two months, a 'for rent' scene in the font glass. He sighs, and turns around. "Man, The Bronx suck," he comments to himself. It's just then that he hears the explostion across the street, the heat washing over him even from there. The cars stop, and along with many pedestrians and motorists, Bando stares for several seconds, caught flatfooted by the even. "Oh wow, that's probably not supposed to happen," he observes the obvious, watching as people start to rush out of the building. "There's people in that place!?" He runs forward, armed with no suit or tools past his leatherman on his hip, and he steps on the hood of a car, and jumps to the next as he crosses the street, landing in front of the building, trying to determine his best way in. He glances left, right, and up, completely unaware of anything but the fire. Even the giant demon man is not the center of attention as he rushes right past him, seemingly unaware, only to awkwardly position himself directly in the walking path. Attention to detail isn't his strong suit.

Lincoln March has posed:
     As Hellboy walks into the flames the main lobby looks like a warzone. The initial explosion has blown out the windows on the ground floor and sent people flying unconscious to the sides of the room. It's pure chaos as people struggle to breathe attempting to avoid the smoke and smog pouring out from the flames.

     There's a young man covering his eyes from the smoke as he attempts to drag a woman and her baby out of the building but they're trapped by the flames unable or unwilling to dive through the fire to reach the outside. These explosions have the people in the lobby trapped like rats.

     The man on the ground writhes in pain as Cael smothers the flames. Attempting to catch his breath he looks over and just mutters one word over and over again. "Owl" His eyes gone wide as he clutches at her shoulder attempting and failing to speak further.

     Bando manages to catch sight of a broken open window on the second floor as people rush by on the fire escape working their fastest in an attempt to break free of the blazing inferno that was their home.

     Already fire alarms blare out alerting the department of the inferno but how long they will take is anyone's guess.

     Inside of the building in the midst of the burning flame stands a man stock still as he calls over towards the stairwell. "I said keep it clean." He's engulfed by the fire completely as it burns against his every feature, and yet he calmly walks through the flames as if they weren't there even as he burns and begins heading up the stairwell looking after someone.

Hellboy has posed:
    It is in the lobby that the urgency seems to hit the tall demon. He scoops up the woman and her baby, followed by the young man, wrapping them in his arms and diving through the fire himself to shield them from it. "Get away!" he calls to them as he deposits them between two parked cars on the street. He then dives back into the building and quickly realizes that one-by-one isn't necessarily the best way to do this. He begins looking around to find a better way to get the people, at least those he can see, to safety.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando winces, having no protection from the heat, let alone the flames as he shields himself from the blazing wave of raised temperatures. He winces at the fire and flames, and spots the second floor. He bounces on his toes a few times, psyching himself up. "Okay okay," he says, "Think, Bando, what can you do? I can..." He looks at the image on the ground floor of Hellboy plowing through the flames. "Well I can't do that," he confesses. "I can... teleport...Oh that's it, I'll teleport the flames out! I can make a path. Yeah, make a path make a path..." *fwump*.

    He suddenly disappears from sight, and teleports into the open window on the second floor, and has no idea of what he'll see inside. Or if he'll be able to see anything.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Once Cael is sure that the flames are smothered on those still on the street, she shrugs back into her leather jacket - wincing at the feel of the hot, scorched lining. Still - the leather would probably privide her more protection against those flames than going anywhere near the building without it. Maybe there would be a fire extinguisher in the lobby - or she could help get more people out.
    And what's the deal with the guy saying 'owl'? A Harry Potter fan with an illegal pet? A guy who just can't pronounce the word 'ow'? "You," she commands - pointing to a few of the onlookers. "Check nearby buildings for fire extinguishers and get them. You," she points at someone else, "There's a bar down the block - so see if they have a first aid kit. DON'T JUST STAND THERE." The best way to combat the onlooker affect - give people a specific job.
    Spotting someone else with a heavy jacket on she points to him next. "You. As people get out - help roll them and put out the flames. Use your jacket. MOVE, PEOPLE."
    Orders given, she moves into the lobby, to help people find their way out.

Lincoln March has posed:
     The woman cries out in surprise before realizing that she's safely outside. She bows her head in thanks, rubbing the head of her little child as the two are sat down safely. The baby cries out loudly into the dark air as his mother softly shh's the child muttering about how everything is going to be alright now.

     Inside the lobby the last sight of the burning man is visible as he turns up the stairs leaving behind bits of melted rubber from the soles of his shoes and clothing that burns off of his body purified by the flames. He calls more loudly up the stairwell. "No use running, you've made your mistake." His voice is deep and gravely intentionally so.

     Bando teleports into the second floor and catches sight of a man stumbling and running for his life up the stairwell dressed rather plainly in a bomber jacket and sunglasses along with a dust mask covering his mouth and nose. He also sees a number of people attempting to hide from the smoke in the room keeping their heads down as they search for some form of escape from the rising inferno.

     Onlookers from the street begin to run to nearby buildings at Caels command to search for fire extinguishers. They don't have the time or willpower to argue with the one person who seems to be taking charge and instead rush to their jobs quickly and effectively.

     Two of the group break off to go to the bar searching for signs of this first aid kit. They beat feet traveling as quickly as their legs will carry one of the men looking to be a mutant with a bad case of his head is a fish.

     The man on the ground who'd only been able to say Owl begins to crawl away from the scene of the crime muttering the same word over and over with a look of horror on his face as he can't help himself. It seems something about the situation had broken him as all he can do is laugh and say the word over and over again as he crawls.

Hellboy has posed:
    The demon's eyes narrow as the burning man runs. He gives chase, unconcerned about the heat as the man with the melting shoes barking out about mistakes attempts escape."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "This way out! Come towards my voice! Stay low! Cover your mouth!" Cael calls through the flames and smoke - her own voice muffled, as she's pulled her shirt up over her mouth to help filter out the smoke. She just wishes she had a little water to wet the cloth and make a better barrier. She guides a few people out before finding the fire extinguisher in the lobby. She pulls that down, and puts it to good use, trying to maintain a clear path to safety for anyone still escaping the building through the lobby. As she works, she searchs the room for signs of anyone who may still be trapped - disoriented, or even unconscious because of the smoke. "This way out, people! Keep moving! Stay calm, you're alright."
    I mean, no they bloody well aren't, but staying calm is a key to surviving, isn't it?

Bando George has posed:
    "This way!" Bando yells, and then breathes back in to get a gag of smoke. This was a terrible idea. He coughs, and calls out again. "The fire escape is over here, everybody come this way *cough cough* right now!" He puts his shirt up to his nose as his best mask attempt, and waves for people to come to him, knowing that there is a fire escape being used at the end of the hall.
    He reaches out to catch the man with the bomber jacket by the collar, dragging him to the hallway to direct him where he is calling for people to run. "Somebody help that guy, he's on fire!" Bando exclaims, not realizing that there may be more to this picture than he sees.

Lincoln March has posed:
     Hellboy gives chase after the burning man and it seems that he's not immune to the flame as he appears to be badly burned by the fire. He's chasing after another man who seems to be running his way up the stairs further and further. Screaming "Get away, get away!"

     As the fire gives way it appears that beneath his clothing is a costume of brilliant metal that holds a pair of owl eyes. Still ablaze he places the helmet back down over his head as he gives chase now chased by hellboy through the burning building.

     On the floor of the lobby is the downed figure of an unconscious man. He's 7'3 and covered in fish scales. He looks as if he's been knocked unconscious from the sheer heat of the fire and the smoke inhalation that he's already had.

     Bando catches the bomber jacket guy by the collar causing him to drop several bottles to the ground as he panics further screaming "Let me go! Let me go!" He throws his arms out to either side a look of sheer terror on his face as the burning man comes swiftly behind followed by Hellboy.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy runs, now chasing a...metal owl man? Doesn't matter. Closest thing to an antagonist in all this. Hitting things was an easy enough solution. "Stop!" he barks out, loudly.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Shit. That guy is huge, and Cael doubts she has any chance of moving him alone, even with adrenaline coursing through her system. It's really time to put the power of sternly worded commands to the test. As the last of her fire extinguisher putters out, she tosses it aside, and moves back outside, to find her army of extinguisher-fetchers have returned - but are not just standing around... //with extinguishers//. Why are people so dumb?
    "If you have an extinguisher - start //using// it. NOW," she commands sharply. "Shirts over your mouth - get to work. YOU," she adds, pointing to a burly bystander. "I need help moving an unconscious man to safety. Let's go. MOVE, PEOPLE. We're all fucking heroes today!"
    With the burly man in tow, she moves back into the lobby - struggling through the smoke towards the scaled man. She and burly-dude each take an arm - and they start to drag him towards the door.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando is knocked back, not being as strong as a full grown man, and sees the burning man. "Oh man oh man!" He runs back, losing his shirt's protection as it falls from his nose. Where's the fire extinguisher? It's always supposed to be here somewhere. Somewhere! He frantically looks around, and coughts. There it is! He runs to open the door. LOCKED!? "WHy would you have a lock on a fire extinguisher!" he bellows. He reaches out, and the door goes *fwump*, and appears a few feet away, clattering to the floor. He rips out the fire extinguisher, and pulls the pin, running back toward the burning man.

Lincoln March has posed:
     The metal clad burning man stops running as he sees his quarry has already been caught. He takes the moment to adjust his helmet straps into place, locking away his badly burnt skin beneath the mask as the last of the flames go out from him.

     Working together the citizens of New York begin to put out the flames with their fire extinguishers getting to work only once ordered as it hadn't occurred to them just why they were getting the extinguishers.

     the bartender looks confused for a moment before asking. "You need me to what?" Although he's already running behind in order to assist with the downed mutant. "Oh hell he's big" He offers as he kneels down the flames mostly being extinguished by the efforts of the local populace and their fire extinguishers now that they know what they're doing.

     One guy even busts open a fire hydrant to begin spraying at the building. Which is less than helpful but it's the thought that counts.

     Owlman stands stock still with his hands raised to either side as he stands on the stairwell for a brief moment before realizing his quarry has been let go. He takes a few more steps closer and grabs the man in the bomber jacket by the collar.

Hellboy has posed:
    Charging like a rhino, Hellboy raises his hand and swings at the burning owlman's face. "Stop making me chase you!" he insists as his fist fires through the air like an invincible, stone, battering ram.

Bando George has posed:
    As the firey pursuer catches the man in the bomber jacket, well, that's the same moment that Bando catches up to him.

    *PSSHSHHHHHHHHHHH*

    The spray of powdered ABC fire smothering chemical plooms at Owlman, unconcerned with the fact that Hellboy may also be caught in the blast of fire retardation. He may have not quite processed that there's something going on past 'getting people to safety'.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Damn straight he is," Cael agrees through gritted teeth as they struggle to get the scaley man pulled towards and cleaner air outside. "You're going to have a hell of a story to tell after this, yeah?" she adds.
    She heaves a sigh of relief once they get the man outside, which only induces a coughing fit from all the smoke she's inhaled already. Her head is starting to swim - she is not made for this sort of thing. What human is, though?
    "Are there anymore victims in there?" she calls to her army of fire extinguisher equipped heroes, as she takes a moment to breathe some relatively fresh air.

Lincoln March has posed:
     A loud booming thud echoes out as Owlman is sent flying backwards up the stairs. He loses his grip on the man in the bomber jacket who falls to the ground and rolls out of the way.

     The bomberjacket wearing man scrambles to get back to his feet looking for an escape as he scrambles away from hellboy and back towards the window. In his haste it looks as if he's going to fall out of a nearby open window. In an effort to get away from owlman.

     Owlman is sprayed with fire retardant foam cooling down the burning hot metal of his armor as he smashes through the stairs collapsing a portion of the staircase.

     As if on cue as Cael asks her question the man in the bomber jacket falls out of the broken window tumbling down from the third floor of the building towards the ground bellow.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy is fixated on owlman. Also: Technically Bomber Jacket is now safe from fire. Gravity is an everpresent threat, and he should have been more careful...also, Hellboy doesn't break when he falls, so it feels less threatening to him...kind of like the fire! The large demon rushes extinguisher-sprayed Owlman, grabbing for potentially 'him' with both hands. His eyes flicker in the literal fire, and also with some metaphorical fire of intensity or something like that.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Shi-" Cael starts as she spots the man falling from above her. She'd love to order the burly man to catch the falling guy - but there isn't time. All she can do is react. She dashes forward, putting herself between the falling man, and the concrete below him. And it doesn't matter how much you brace for impact - this is going to hurt.
    The bomber jacket-man falls into her, and the both fall to the concrete. Try as she might to catch herself, her head collides with the sidewalk and, for the moment, all Cael knows is blackness.
    See what you get for being a hero? A concussion.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando coughs as the fight with Owlman takes the crash, and he's left there holding the fire extinguisher. "What was that!?" he exclaims. He looks back, and...wait, where'd the bomber jacket man go? He rushes to the fire exit, and back in, did he get out?" he rushes back to the front window, and spots him laying atop a woman on the ground below. "Oh crap!" he cusses, well, that's as close as he comes to cussing.

Lincoln March has posed:
     Owlman adjusts his jaw back into place with a sickening crack as he relocates the broken bone into place from the force of the strike. It seems that the impact also managed to break his arm which he too snaps into place as he's grabbed by hellboy in a firm grasp that lifts him off of the ground.

     "Nice right hook." He offers in a highly robotic synthesized voice as he looks towards the figure that now has him in his grasp, partially covered by foam. He looks from behind cracked lenses of the mask. "You caught me."

     Bomberjacket man manages to have his life saved by the intervention of Cael, who gets a concussion in the process. Bottles go in every direction from the force of the impact splattering across the ground fresh fuel contents across the floor. There's a sound of a pained groan before he loses consciousness completely falling limp against Cael.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Hmph," Hellboy says, thoroughly unsatisfied by the catch, nor grossed out by the setting bones and such. "How about we take a shortcut to ground level," he says. "Looks like you can handle the impact." Wrapping the Owlman in his strong left arm, Hellboy punches through the exterior wall of the burning building. It's coming down, anyway. With a bit of a leap, the demon carries his quarry outside. Hey, gotta catch 'em all! Or...rather, get them all to safety. Yeah, that was the one.
    Gravity, that ever-present enemy to most, grabs Hellboy and pulls him toward the center of the planet, as if the lava there was hungry for him...or something. He doesn't get far, landing on the sidewalk, cracking it under his legs as he feels owlman's body react like most things do when falling from the almost third story. Probably breaking, with what he'd been through, not that surprising.

Cael Becker has posed:
    It's fortunate for Cael that some of her Army of Heroes are paying attention. They come to check on her and one remarks, "What's that smell?"
    The response is a fervid, "Shit - that stuff's flammable." Followed by a, "Why the hell was that guy carrying all that stuff? Did he start the fire?" After a brief debate about the inherent dangers of moving injury victims, versus the risk of leaving two people covered in flammable liquids so close to the fire - a decision is made to try to direct some of the water from the fire hydrant their way. Douse them thoroughly enough and they can't catch fire, right?
    That's the hope anyways.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando looks back at the burning building. He helped who he could, but it's time to get out of here. He looks down at the street below, and *fwump*. He appears next to the man in the bomber jacket and Cael. "It's okay," he declares, "I'm here to help!" Of course...he'd be hard not to notice at this point, regardless of who you are, if you're in line of sight, he's glowing. Why is he glowing? Maybe that question can wait, but he's like a walking flashlight, a celestial being! Or something. His clothes, his skin, his hair, even his shoelaces are all mildly uncomfortable to look at. He glances at his hands. "Aw man!" he complains mildly. "Okay, nevermind that I'm glowing, it's probably not radiation." Why did he feel the need to quantify that?

    And...now everybody's getting soaked. "That's bad!" he exclaims. "Bad bad! It'll spread the fuel, it's lighter than water and can still burn on top of it!" He waves for the helpful civilians to stop.

Lincoln March has posed:
     Owlman thuds with an unhealthy crunching sound that echoes out throughout his body. It's highly unpleasant to the onlookers moving past as he's ground into the pavement and yet he doesn't make a sound as he impacts, as if he didn't feel it in the slightest. He just lets out a bit of a low sigh as bones begin to knit back together fresh crunching and grinding into position as he's held against the ground. He rolls his neck slightly as his spin readjusts into position allowing him to look up towards Hellboy.

     The army of civilian heroes move the fire hydrants water as best that they can, spraying away the petrol and the shards of glass from the two. It's all they can think to do and for the time being it seems to be working as water mixes with petrol flowing it away from the pair and down towards the drains nearby.

     Then Bando brings the voice of wisdom and they stop outright letting the watter flow back towards the building instead as some of the water is already beginning to catch fire at the far end of the stream.

     "You know we can talk this through" unable to move as his bones and spine knit themselves back slowly together into position. He offers a smile beneath that helmet of his as he lays on the spot bones crunching and grinding as they move.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Not much for talking," Hellboy says. He ties broken arms into a knot, followed by legs, then tucks the owlman under his arm. "Figure my bosses can sort this out. Right now, I bagged something dangerous after all." He moves toward the man who'd been teleporting around. "Hey!" the demon calls out without specifying who he's calling to. He seems to, at that moment, notice that his cigar is burned to a crisp. He spits it out into the burning building as he approaches the unconscious Cael and Bomber Jacket.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael is wet - and her head is pounding. Those are the two things she becomes aware of as the FBI/SHIELD agent begins to return to consciousness, letting out a quiet groan. "Hey, hold still," a voice cautions her. "You might be hurt. Some guy fell on you."
    Some guy fell on her? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
    "Why am I wet?" she asks in confusion as she tries to piece together her memories. She needs a few moments, it seems, to get her brain back online.
    She blinks up at the sky and two things immediately register. "Wait- whut?" Why is there a red guy and a glowing guy?

Bando George has posed:
    The release of the water's direction causes it to momentarily spray Bando, and he looks down, at himself. Actually, that felt kinda good. Back to work though. He leans down toward Cael "Can you walk? We still kinda have a burning building here, and you got flammable stuff on you. Gotta get you away from it. And sorry about my glowing...whatever this is. It's nothing, don't worry it'll probably stop in a second," Bando says, gathering her surprise at his appearance. "Probably."

    He moves to the bomber jacket man. "Hey man," he taps his face. "Hey, you alive? You gotta move, ca you move?"

Lincoln March has posed:
     And then something strange happens. His arms and legs are tied into a knot but he just lets out a low slow sigh. Like he's been here before all things considered. It's got to be some level of suffering from him but his back manages to begin to glow. First a dim light and then brighter before. ZWOOM, Right from underneath Hellboy's arm he flies out and into the air.

     It's a rather amusing sight to see the human pretzel flying in mid air his legs and arms dangling as they heal incorrectly on the spot, into those pretzel type shape. No doubt about it he's going to need some serious help to get out of that oddball positioning. And yet there he goes flying off into the distance.

     The man in the bomber jacket groans and grumbles having managed to have a bunch of glass bottles break all over him. He's not dead yet but he's certainly not in great shape as he looks up. "I can't feel my legs" He offers as he looks around from one face to the next trying to figure out exactly what's going on.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Hey!" Hellboy repeats as the pretzel somehow slips away. "Damn it," he says. He looks down at bomber jacket and says, "Oh, hey. You're the guy my guy was chasing." He picks up the man by his jacket. "You don't look so hot."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...I dunno," Cael admits. "There's a guy on me." And she's loathe to shove him off. Besides, her head hurts, and even lying on her back, she feels dizzy. The world is spinning, and she doubts standing up is a good plan - just yet. "I hear sirens?" That wouldn't normally be a question, but she's doubting her senses at the moment.
    "Fuck! That guy fell on me!" At least her memories are starting to come back. "Shit! Did we get everyone out of the building?" She stars carefully leveraging her torso up, but that just causes her head to explode in pain. She is going to need some bloody excellent painkillers, isn't she.
    "God damnit."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando winces, "Yeah yeah, stay put." He knows first aid, he's been trained well. Well enough to know that if someone can't feel their legs, they better not move. "Ma'am, I hate to tell you but you're gonna have to stay put and let the paramedics move him." He looks back and around as Hellboy calls out, and picks up the injured man. "Or that..." he says, a little mortified looking. "Dude, you dont move an injured guy like that!" He challenges the seven foot behemoth. Just a teenage boy. That glows. And he seems to have no problem mouthing off to someone who could likely drive him into the ground like a tent stake. So...yeah, average teenage boy.

Lincoln March has posed:
     It's far from a majestic flight as he zooms through the sky covered in fire retardant and in the shape of a human pretzel but it's effective at getting him away from the scene of the crime as the fire trucks arrive on the scene along with NYPD and a few ambulances.

     Hellboys cry falls on deaf ears as the pilot of that uniform grumbles beneath his breath feeling rather humiliated by the whole thing. Then again this could serve as a wakeup call to hubris and maybe serve him well in the future.

     What doesn't fall on deaf ears is the bomber jacket clad man, being lifted from Cael, who squirms and worms in the grasp unable to quite move once his feet are off of the ground. "I'm going to-" He begins to mutter before shifting into a scream as he's lifted he calls back out. "Listen" Before repeating himself "Listen".A light pause as he tries to catch his breath. "I want witness protection."

     "I'll roll on that masked bastard."

     The bartender from earlier runs over to Cael offering "You need something? Whiskey, Vodka?" He pauses. "I'm not used to dealing with situations like this." His voice gruff and filled with concern as he looks down towards her.?

Hellboy has posed:
    "Relax, Glow-worm," Hellboy says. "Look, he wants witness protection. He's safer in my arms than lying on top of some woman." Hellboy tosses Bomber Jacket over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, definitely moving his spine around a lot. "Hey, lady. You okay? I get you anything before the paramedics check you out?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Witness protection? Puzzlement come over Cael's features at those words and she looks around - before focusing on the red skinned guy, and the bartender. "Nah. I'm... I'm good. Yeah? Just a headache. The medics'll sort me out..." Won't they? She tries to push herself up to a sitting position, before thinking better of it as her head swims, and letting herself sink back down onto the cold, wet pavement instead. "Damnit. Today sucks," she announces.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando has of course no recourse to stop Hellboy from doing anything. He probably couldn't take him out if he was already unconscious. So he frowns judgmentally, that'll teach ya. He looks back at Cael, holding his hand up as a flashlight to examine her as best he can. "Look at the light," he says, holding his hand out as a light for her to look at. Perhaps not wanted first aid, but he does it anyway. He starts to wave it to check her pupil dialation. And...his body suddenly goes dark. Back to normal, really, but it decidely reduces the light. "Oh, so NOW it goes back to normal," he comments. "I gotta start carrying a first aid kit." He gives a cough, turning his head. He had a little more smoke than he should as well.

    He slouches back down onto his rear. "Well, I mean, it could have been worse," he offers with a weak smile, plenty of smoke smudging his face now that his moment as a human flashlight has passed. "I think we got most everybody out." He looks back at the inferno. "I hope?"

Lincoln March has posed:
     Bomber Jacket man lets out a cry of pain as his spine is moved about before he just can't feel much of anything anymore from his waist down. He looks like he's in a bad way and fading fast but nothing a bit of modern medicine can't fix right? Well that's the hope anyway.

     "Alright if you're sure." The bartender offers as he kneels to one side offering Bando his pocket flashlight for whatever it is he's trying to do. Truth be told the bartender doesn't much seem to understand medical situations but at the very least he keeps his multitool handy.

     The inferno rages in the background that building getting sprayed with foam as the firefighters do their best to put it out. It seems that everything is ready to return back to normal, or as normal as it can be in this modern world.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Keep her awake," Hellboy says to Glow-worm. He walks off toward the ambulance speeding into the scene to get Bomber Jacket appropriate treatment and protection...presumably.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Hey, hey!" Cael protests as the light is shined in her eyes, making her headache all the worse, and she blinks her eyes closed, lifting a hand to shield them. "Look - I'm fine. I'm fine. Just let the medics - I'll be fine," she insists. "Been hurt worse than this." Hasn't she? Oh. Right, yeah. She got shot that once. Twice? Yeah, twice.
    "Were you glowing? That's weird."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando sighs at the newly acquired nickname. "That's not my power," he starts to explain, but the arrival of the ambulance causes him to cast off any further explanation. He takes the flashlight from the bartender, but then hands it back as Cael rejects the idea. "Yeah, I'm not sure why that happened," he tells Cael. "Sometimes weird stuff happens to me." Like being outside a building when it explodes into flames.