<@JesseLman> [October 9th. 9 PM] <@JesseLman> [After the battle with the Amazons, a rather roughed-up Horus finds herself back at base, getting patched up in the medical room. Having quickly briefed Sister Admin and Solaris on what happened, she now finds herself laying on a reasonably comfortable table after a series of scans and a nano-injection, letting the bots do their thing.] <@JesseLman> [Thankfully, the medical bay is rather well equipped, so Horus has some music of her own choice playing to allay the boredom. Still...] <@JesseLman> [Mini start!] * Horus is lying on the table, eyes closed and listening to soft rock. Her mask is still on, but she looks like she might be asleep, as she makes no movement while the bots gauze and bandage her up. Even with the nanotech injections, she looks badly hurt. * Christian heads on back into the base and takes off his bandana and glasses. After asking if Horus is around, he makes his way to the medical bay but not in just yet, knocking on the wall before he enters. "Yo. Horus. You decent?" * Horus opens her eyes, then checks herself over before calling, "Yeah." * Christian heads on in a few steps and then winces slightly as he spots Horus. "Jesus, they did a number on you. How you feelin'?" * Horus shrugs a little, then winces at the shrug. "Like shit, but this nanostuff's supposed to work eventually." * Christian rubs his head a little. "God, I wish I'd gotten there in time. Hell if it weren't such a cramped room, I probably would've..." He mutters slightly. "Barely got them to pay attention to me. 'Cept that one crazy chick." * Horus shakes her head. One side, then the other side. "'Sokay. Don't worry about it." * Christian tenses his fist a bit and his teeth clench for just a moment, though he doesn't show it and releases it. "But I do. Whole reason I got into this shit was because I was tired of punk-asses beatin' up people for no reason. I mean, I know I'm bein' stupid an' all with you bein' a hero but... Not... okay, not really. Heroes are heroes 'cause they want to protect people, so... * Horus 's tone of voice changes, and it sounds like she's mimicking someone: "'There's nothing more heroic than that.'" That said, she changes her voice back to its normal tone. "But it ain't like I'm some random civilian; dodgin' stuff like that's part of my job, or I can't pull my own weight on this team." * Christian leans back against the wall and looks at his fingers, stretching and releasing them. He hasn't taken off his gloves yet. He then snorts. "*That's* a fuckin' joke. Lady who sets a blinding blast in the middle of all of 'em and sears them like crazy not pullin' her own weight? Now I think I've heard it fuckin' all. I'd sure as hell not wanna piss you off, that's for sure. * Horus grins a little. "Thanks. I think." She moves to sit up, winces, and lays back down. But the last Horus could've taken them on by himself. I mean, sure, I blinded some of 'em, but you guys all did some amazing shit - I'm the one who comes out looking like fuckin' dogfood. * Christian rubs his head and sighs. "Guess dodge trainin's out then." * Horus blinks. "What?" * Christian shakes his head. "I dunno. I was thinkin' of gettin' in some trainin' but you look like shit. I--I dunno. I guess this whole team thing's gettin' to me. What a joke." * Horus is looking more confused, sentence by sentence. "Whaddaya mean? I ain't never worked with a team before. And it just seems more and more like I'm jus' used to doin' my own thing, y'know? If this is gonna work, it ain't gonna stay like that. Otherwise, we just get overrun. It was jus' one on one with me keepin' that chick at bay. I didn't even get more than one hit in... damn it all if she weren't good. Even if she were a batshit psycho lunatic. * Christian ponders for a moment and lets out a half snort-laugh. "Speakin' of psycho, you seen Jackie? You looked 'bout ready to kill her." * Horus snorts. "No." No ya ain't seen her or no ya weren't 'bout ready to kill her Both. I wouldn't kill her for somethin' that fucking trivial. Ruin her drink, though, sure. Good to know. I'm sure S would be pissed. * Horus starts to shrug, then decides against it. "Yeah, yeah... you're not the only one who isn't used to the teamwork thing, y'know. I don't think any of us really are. Probably not. We were picked because we've lasted this long, not because we were fuckin' Miss Congenality. * Christian thinks for a moment. "Not that I'd ever be Miss Congeniality *or* fuck her for that matter. Probably." * Horus grins a little. "Betcha wouldn't mind. Fucking her, I mean. * Christian snorts. "If she's cute enough. I've seen some girls who get that title. Fuckin' pigs, that's what I say." * Christian takes off his jacket and inspects the whole in it left from earlier. "Nightly patrols sometimes get in the way of your datin' though. That's why at least bein' in this gig means I get to see a bunch of hot chicks. Perks, eh?" He looks up and grins at Horus. * Horus looks a little more bummed at Christain's comment. "Yeah. Perks. Didja call that chick? * Christian pulls the number out of his pocket and looks at it. "Not yet. What do you think? Two options. Don't call her. Or call her, but don't use your real name or give her any idea where you live. Yeah but...how the hell would I explain how the fuck I got her number? * Horus snorts. "She doesn't know your name, though, does she? I mean, duh, she knows it's you. She knows it's you the HERO. Not you the person. Don't give her that person Not only does she probably not even want him, but the more people know who you actually are, the bigger the shitsplosion when it goes villain-public. So you think I should go out with her, huh. Do it if you want. * Christian lets out a breath and leans against a wall. "Dunno. It all seems like one big headache." * Christian snorts again as he puts the number away. "Better than that Amazon lady though. I swear I'm attracting all the crazies as I go more public." * Horus smiles a little. "Normal people don't want to date heroes." * Christian laughs at that. "True enough." He straightens up a little. "Alright. I'll call her later. Tell you how it goes, yeah?" * Horus nods. "Sure. I'd like to hear it. Come up with a codename yet. Been thinkin' about it. I've narrowed it to Shockwave or Inertia. But I'm leanin' towards the first. Suits you. But you better start using it before Hyde picks for ya. * Christian looks at her funny. "You think I give a shit what that bitch thinks?" No, but the public might. ...dammit, you've got a point. * Horus nods. She tries moving again, and this time she manages to sit up with some effort. Hooray! * Christian folds his arms slightly. "So what about your love life? You got a secret identity and all after all." * Horus chuckles, dryly. "Should be keeping that a secret then, right?" She looks down at her feet. "But nah, I haven't been able to hold down a boy since I started this." * Christian grins. "Hold him down? Didn't know you preferred it that way." * Christian waves it off. "My fault for askin'. s'a shame though. It's cool. Sort of give up any social life when you get in this business. * Christian snorts. "Social life. Who fuckin' needs it, right?" * Horus waves off a medbot hovering over to check on her. "Yeah. I mean, it sucks, right? I'm not sayin' it doesn't suck." <@JesseLman> [The medibot floats away, sad and unwanted. Just sayin' that's part of the job. You're always on call. Friends, family, job... it all sort of falls by the wayside. I knew that coming in. * Christian snorts again and looks off to the side. "Yeah." He then turns to her. "Hey. If you wanna hang sometime, I'm cool with it." * Horus blinks. "What, you mean... just 'cause?" * Christian half rolls his eyes. "Yeah, why not. I mean it ain't like I've got much else to do with my time. And you're the one who said you were needin' a social life. Sides, you ain't that good at hidin' behind a mask I think." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Plus, to be honest, you seem to be the only one on this team who takes me seriously at this point. So sure, why not. ... Sure. Okay. * Horus reaches into a pocket and pulls out, of all things, a cell phone. She flips it open. "What's your number?" * Christian laughs. "You serious?" Yeah, sure. I mean, unless you don't want to. * Christian rubs his head slightly. "Yeah, but you're fuckin' *Horus*. I mean, it'd be like hangin' out with a celebrity or some shit, y'know?" * Horus blushes a little, though it's awfully hard to see, even in her powered down version. "But... seriously, we could just hang out on a roof or somethin'. Besides, it ain't like we're not equals here. ...yeah, I suppose. Alright. * Christian pulls out his own cell and then pulls up the number before showing it to her. * Horus takes a look at that, then punches it in. "Okay, got it. Ready for mine?" * Christian takes up his cell and gets ready. "Sure. Go ahead." * Horus rattles her number off. * Christian puts the number in under 'H'. "Got it." He flicks his phone closed. "Damn. Never thought in a million years." * Horus snickers, then slides off the table. "Think I'm gonna head out," she says, straightening her hair. "Call me sometime and let me know how the date went." * Christian gives her a half-mock salute. "Gotcha. Don't get yourself so beaten up next mission or I'll fuckin' kill ya. Got it? <@JesseLman> [The medibot floats by Horus as she gets up, beeps a few times, then floats over to the wall and into a docking station.] * Horus half-salutes back. "'ll try not to." She nods to the bot. "Thanks," she tells it, even though it's... well, a bot. * Horus walks out. "See ya 'round, Christian." * Christian watches her go. Possibly for the view. "Yeah. See ya, Horus." He snickers to himself and shakes his head before putting his hands in his pockets and heading out himself. <@JesseLman> [Mini End!]