148/Emergency Medical Tux-kun

Emergency Medical Tux-kun
Date of Scene:	08 July 2015
Location:	Mitakihara - Downtown
Synopsis:	Miss White needs a lift to the office after fighting Kyouko. Tuxedo Kamen to the rescue!
Cast of Characters:	Hannah Sharpe, Mamoru Chiba

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Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Hannah leans against an alleyway wall, still in her henshin. Thankfully, Barrier Jackets make excellent tourniquets in a pinch when part of yours is a long coat. That white fabric is stained red around the top of her left arm, the horribly deep cut barely visible where it begins between her middle and ring finger. It's deep. The girl's lucky she still has the arm at all.

Her slightly tanned skin is also a lot more pale than usual, and she's breathing heavily as she leans back. Between the fight with Kyouko, having to deal with the Board of Directors, and the use of so much magic? She can barely stay on her feet. Chances are she won't bleed to death after that impromptu bit of medical care, but infection and worse are a real possibility. She needs a ride to the office.

Riiiing. Riiing.

So she phones the only one she can rely on right now, what with Homura likely otherwise occupied.

"...Heyyyy, Hat Guy!" She comes into the phone. Her voice, usually so confident and chipper...is confident, chipper, and punch-drunk as well as with more than a hint of exhaustion.

"Uhh, I kinda need a lift. You near Downtown Mitakihara. Gimme a sec, can get a street address."

Then she stumbles over to the exit of the alleyway, peering at the nearest street corner. Tuxedo Kamen soon has a street address.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"...shimatta," comes Mamoru's voice over the phone, dismayed and more than a little worried. "No don't mov-- fine. I'm almost there. I had to stop to pick up..."

Ta-tap, the lightest sound of dress-shoes on pavement behind her, in the same instant that Hannah's spatial awareness will register incoming tuxedo from above, "...some stuff."

It's like he could see her or something. Or, given that 'some stuff' looks like a bottle of disinfectant and bandages, like he's psychic or something. Well. Mamoru did say he was basically X-Files material. "Okay, GODS, why are you even standing. Also, you should be elevating that. Also also--" He just said that. "--did you leave all that blood lying around, or did it get magicked away?"

Tuxedo Mask, sans hat and looking younger for it, is already unscrewing the cap of the bottle and biting off his gloves, reaching to take Miss White's arm as soon as one hand's bare. Skin-to-skin probably before she even figures out what he's up to, given the punchiness, and there's immediate warmth and an easing of the pain. If she doesn't jerk away, it's disinfectant rinse time.

"Do you think you can try to time these for when I don't have a huge paper due in the morning?"

It's a joke. He tries not to let worry keep bleeding into his voice.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
If anything, Miss White is smiling more than usual. She's still full of adrenaline, after all, a fight enthusiast to the last whether it be as a human or a magical girl. Despite it all, she seems pleased.

Tap-tap! The woman smirks. "Maybe I should have asked for a coffee and a bagel too with that kind of swift service." Comes the woman cheekily, only to then slump back against the alleyway.

"You would actually be frightening if you had some kind of strike to...ah, forgive me, head is still, well..." She waves her good hand at the wound. Mind clearly still on what caused that.

She elevates her arm, not one to argue when it's her arm on the line. It won't take long to undo the jacket around her arm. The wound is gruesome and deep. Whatever hit her did so /hard/.

"Pure stubborn willpower, my friend. Besides, just falling flat on my face would be doing my opponent a disservice." A casual shrug that has her wincing. More horrible russian words.

Then she snorts lightly. Not much energy left in her, and her breathing's picking up as she comes down from the adrenaline high.

"Oh please. And have to explain why a high ranking corporate officer has her blood all over an alleyway? ...If they could even track that with my barrier jacket, but still, best to not find out. I used a Barrier of course. That is Mage one-oh-one. No evidence." A confident smirk.

Inwardly, she's relieved she doesn't get another flashback. She'd probably really pass out then.

Wince. Wince wince. That disinfectant /hurts/. Even with that odd easing of pain.

Still, that strange ability is another mark in the link between Tuxedo Kamen and Mamoru Chiba.

"Time and money wait for no man, magical or otherwise Hat Guy! Nor do interviews with prospective employees." She's telling way too much right now, but she's too tired to properly clam up. An opportunity, if Tuxedo can latch onto it.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It's like when he took away the headache: obviously the guy's concentrating on what he's doing, the contact focused on physical relief of pain and what stabilization he can manage with such an injury, even as he tucks the empty bottle away somewhere in his cape and swiftly starts packing and bandaging the wound. That dim golden glow is the same, it's intentional power use rather than an unguarded psychic flash. The only feeling that comes with it is that sun-warmed, rock-solid peace.

Wrap, wrap, wrap. "You're going to need stitches unless you have magic that can handle this, wherever it is you want me to take you," he observes, businesslike. "This is from an interview? Who were you headhunting, Girlgamesh? I know you like a good fight, but you're not going to do anyone any good if you get killed. Thanks for letting me help."

It really is swift work, and capable: he's probably taken EMT classes. "I'm not even wearing the hat. By the way, this is going to hurt like a jackhammer as soon as I let go, so I'm going to try to keep contact until we get there. Where are we going?"

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Thankfully, between the bandages and pain-dulling, she seems to somewhat come to her senses. There's still fatigue, but now she just feels blissfully tired. Not to mention that familiar feeling all but solidifies her theory on the man.

She smirks. Surely it's due to no longer being in horrible pain, right?

"Stitches. My magic is only good for movement, hurting things, and creating barriers. Besides, I like reminders of mistakes. Memories carved in the flesh."

She seems confident, but there's a real hint of worry there. If she lost the use of her arm, she would be in real trouble. Cybernetics, even from the Professor, are not something her body has ever gotten along with.

But Miss White is nothing if not one to maintain confidence at all times.

"Kyouko Sakura. A Puella Magi, and a /good/ one. Talented. Strong. Confident. Able to single handedly destroy Witches in a matter of hours...or even minutes. I hate lone wolf types. We Device Users typically do." She taps Raging Tempest, now in her coin form around her neck. The poor Device beeps a little tiredly. Seems it was a hard fight for them both.

"Still, she could be really useful, even if just as a consultant. I had to test her skills, though. Rumors can be so unreliable. They did not do her justice. Next time I am bringing backup, I was a fool for going alone." At least she realizes her own mistakes.

"Red hair...ehhh, always hard to tell, but maybe in middle school. Maybe a little older. Real attitude on that one." Pot, kettle, Miss White.

"Does not like to bow to anyone. Obviously, negotiations fell through. Still. I like to think I left enough of an impression of my own. She seems to think that Mitakihara and Tokyo is hers to claim. She needs to be disabused of such a notion." A giddy little laugh here.

"I know, I know. Like I said, foolish. I get excited about prospects like that! Risking your life, there is no other thrill in the world greater than that. Between the data I gathered, the techniques she used, I can grow even stronger after this. So not a bad night, even if the objective was a failure."

"You should. The hat suits you. Maybe I should get one in white." She teases.

"Right. No need to fall on my face in front of my employees. Here." She pulls out a business card, with her company's address on it in Mitakihara. It won't take /too/ long to get to, at least by magical boy skills.

"Take the back entrance, make sure we are not seen by anyone out front. Even if you have to take a round about to do it. Normally I would use a barrier for this kind of thing, but unless you have some magic to spare with my element, we are both out of luck on the easy way." A little sigh here. She's all but slumping against Tuxedo Kamen.

"You work in the medical field or something? Should get you in touch with my friend. She's an EMT you know?" She mutters.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
That well-nigh slumping makes it that much easier for Tuxedo Mask to scoop the drooping Miss White up in both arms, gloves disappeared to wherever his hat goes, and to hold her securely against his chest as he prepares to start their journey. "Kyouko Sakura. If she thinks this is her city, she's got another think coming," he agrees, though undoubtedly for different reasons from Hannah's.

Suddenly they're weightless as Mamoru leaps straight into the air, rocketing from the alleyway and up between the buildings, on their way to the address that he'd already memorized but never intended to use. "Back entrance it is. No magic, but I'm pretty good at not being seen if I reeeeally don't want to be; we should be fine. As far as the medical field goes-- I'm planning on being a doctor if I make it that far, but...I'm still in high school. Long way to go. Someone to find. People to protect. Impossible quests and deadly threats."

His voice is light, a little dissociated; there's none of the intensity there'd been in their rooftop conversations, there's none of the anger or desperation from the conversation Hannah Sharpe had with Mamoru Chiba. Right now it's just words, because his concentration is split between manning empath battlestations and navigation. "I'm pretty sure a white top hat would make you even more devastating. Especially if you wore it as tilted as your attitude. Look out, world, Miss White is armed with magic and classy haberdashery."

A couple more rooftops and they should honestly be right there.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Hannah smirks amidst Tuxedo Kamen's grip.

"Pretty brave, right? Claiming all of Tokyo. I have to admit, I like that attitude. Shrink that attitude a bit, and she could be a true marvel." Mutters the girl. It sounds like someone commenting on a challenge more than a person. Truly, 'Miss White' has a screwed up sense of reality.

"...Really? A doctor? My mother is a doctor. Wish I could let you meet her. Identities, and all. Not that I think you would actually hurt her, but anonymity favors any magical person." Again, saying far too much, but she still keeps it vague enough for now.

Who knows if she will regret it eventually.

A shrug.

"I hate to say it, but I really hate that. Her profession, I mean. Ignorance and bliss go hand in hand. If she were a bit more ignorant, maybe she would have stopped wasting so much on useless things like..."

Then, she catches herself, and adds a nervous laugh.

"I really talk too much. I mean not just when I am half unconscious. In general. Speaking too much will just give away everything. And I cannot afford that. Not now." Her eyes hardly seem to focus, but the rest of her does.

"Keep that attitude. You have something you want, so go out there, and find it. Resolve will give you strength. Techniques, spells, training? All useless without desire for something or someone. That is what I believe, anyway." A weak shrug. Everything's spinning a bit in her senses. A worrying sign. Even Raging Tempest is beyond berating her Mistress. There's just concern.

The building in question is just another office building. Indistinguishable from others, and hardly as tall as monuments like the Easter Building. No, WPS is built downwards, though good luck finding that on any blueprint.

As they arrive at the back door, there's a massive, bald russian man with a huge mustache awaiting them. So too is there what looks like a doctor and a nurse. This company seems used to these kinds of emergencies.

"Heh. Who are we kidding? A top hat is for the dashing, not the shifty. Give me a bowler hat. Perfect amount of untrustworthy."

There's a grunt from Hannah's familiar.

"...Hi there Vi..."

There's angry, concerned words in Russian in a pure stream of invectives that has Miss White blushing. She looks sheepish.

"...Yeah. I really screwed this one up, huh?" Sigh. Viktor softens finally.

"White Kitten is young and stupid. Learn in time. Still alive. Stitch up wound, not forget mistake." Comes Viktor finally, before peering at Tuxedo Kamen.

"Mask Person good friend. Remember back doorway if bleeding to death. Pour vodka on wound and keep alive." He grins widely full of oddly sharp teeth. Then he'll help Hannah up into a gourney.

"...Really owe you one, Hat Guy." That's all Hannah has before passing out.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"I like your talking, it's nice to listen to," is pretty much all Tuxedo Kamen says to Hannah the rest of the way there, since he can feel her slipping, through that connection he's still maintaining. The things she says-- they're also cause for concern, but they're also really not news. Only more insight, only more steps to someday maybe actually being able to help her. If both of them make it that far.

Neither of them labors under THAT illusion.

He hands Miss White over carefully, wincing in sympathy when he does let go, then glances at Viktor. He gives a half smile in response to the grin and shrugs. Even if it wasn't vodka, that's more or less exactly what he did. "I'll remember," he reassures the giant man.

Then he watches Miss White pass out, and he sighs. "I don't keep a tally," the boy tells her ashe pulls his gloves back on, even if she can't hear him.

Then he flips his hand and his hat appears, and he sweeps a bow to the others before he flips it up onto his head and leaps off, disappearing back into the city.