A little help here?

[drhorriblesblog]

When: Saturday, Oct. 11
Where: A perfectly ordinary home on Candlestick Maker Street
What: A VERY LARGE EXPLOSION
Who: Dr. Horrible and please would somebody save him?
Rating: PG-13

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[freelancertexas]

Agent Nevada had always been the prevayor of big explosions. She, in fact, had just been through her own, and the smear of blood down her cheek, and the smear of blood down the back of her right thigh (which she had yet to notice) were a testiment to that. She didn't do dangerous things unless money was involved.. or something was in it for her. That was why she'd simply walked past all the buildings, fallen and unfallen, and all of the people, yelling for help or helping, and had continued down the street. But when she'd seen the colorful smoke her interested had been peaked, and she was heading that way. After kicking aside a few Great Dane sized boulders (Tex was no weakling), she looked through the rumble with no small amount of amusement. "Anyone there?" Called out. She was hoping they were all dead. Then she could, you know, take anything she wanted.

[the_golden_girl]

Buffy had seen the smoke from a block away. It didn't look like anything she expected to be normal. Maybe some kind of pipeline exploded in the Earthquake? Coming up to the basement entrance with the storm doors blown off their hinges, the blonde peeled off the torn swetaer and pressed it firmly over her mouth and nose, making sure not to breath in any of the fumes

[freelancertexas]

Tex had glanced back at the blonde as she showed up, and both eyebrows lifted.. but a smirk curled her lips as the other woman declared that the man (Dr. Horrible, she remembered that. Doc H.) was a damsel in distress, so she nodded. Sure. She'd help out. Maybe she'd even get something out of it. So she followed the other woman inside and stood in the middle of the room, balancing on a piece of rubble and eyeing the sparking electric wire. That wasn't going to bode well. So she hopped down and used a booted foot to kick it away from the liquid and into a corner, clearing a path back towards the door

[the_golden_girl]

Buffy was thankful to not have come across this mess alone. She knew she could have made her way in, but once she did, she saw just how unstable the basement was. Carefully making her way closer behind the other woman, Buffy watched as the wire was kicked from making any more harmful destruction to the building

[freelancertexas]

Tex waited until the blonde woman was safely out of the building, then a few heartbeats after then, until she released the wall and took off for the exit, hopping over some of the colorful sludge as she made her way for the light that promised her a safe way out. But the building creaked, and Tex cursed and dropped down into a low crouch just before the entire thing tilted forward, towards the two outside, and fell with a sickening cracking crunch, right atop the red-head

[the_golden_girl]

When Buffy heard the building crumble cave to the ground, she jumped up to her feet. Her instinct going from worrying over Doctor Damsel to Xena Warrior Princess who was caught under the fallen building. "SHIT!" The Slayer hissed, feet ready to sprint her to the destruction, but she never made it. In the blink of an eye, it seemed Xena was able to pry herself free of the mess with less effort than she'd have used

[freelancertexas]

"Yeah, peachy." Drly returned to the blonde as she came over to crouch in front of the doctor and fish around in the little shoulder bag she always had. Tex was always prepared, even though she didn't really need to be as prepared as she once had to be, it still didn't prevent her from carrying medical supplies. And she was pulling what looked like a whipped cream can from her bag, with the words 'Sterile Foam' written across the can. Contents under pressure was written just below. She shook it up and nodded for the blonde to stretch the doctor out some. And once he was on his back and his wound was exposed, she was reaching her hand down to jerk the piece of glass out, then she was pushing the tip of the foam container inside his wound and pressing the button. It filled the wound with foam, and as she pulled the can back, the foam filled the gash in his skin. Within ten seconds it was stiff but still bendable. She shook the can at the other woman. "Medical foam." It would keep you going for hours before you finally died, no matter

[drhorriblesblog]

Dr. Horrible chose that moment to stir, coughing. He was used to waking up with dislocated shoulders, broken ribs, concussions, and various things, but this was something new. The only thing he could compare it to was drowning; with every breath he was dragging liquid into his lungs. He tried to turn on his side, to relieve it, and was met with such a stab of pain that he moaned aloud.

There were people beside him, he could hear voices. He tried to speak, to demand that they leave him alone - he'd be fine eventually, he healed up quick from a beating - but the effort gave way to a fit of coughing, hacking really. Flecks of blood spotted his mouth when he finally managed to stop, breathing shallowly.

[the_golden_girl]

Peachy. At least she spoke a language Buffy understood very well. Still, though, the blonde was worried that the woman before her was maybe, just maybe, brushing her injuries off her shoulder a tad too quickly. Stretching out Doctor Damsel with gentle hands that were calloused from years of weapon handling, Buffy raised a brow at the can of medical equipment that didn't seem so medical to her. "You're not going to lick his wounds with that as a topping, are you?" She asked with a gulp. Hey! She'd seen weirder. Sometimes that weirder actually worked well

[freelancertexas]

Tex had just smirked up at her when she asked if Tex was going to lick it off, then went back to work. Once the can was stashed away and the blonde was announcing that they should run, the Spartan was shifting to start picking up the doctor. But then he began coughing and the Freelancer let her lips curl up some. "If you spit up blood on me, Doc, I'm going to break your neck. I just had this shirt cleaned." It was a lie, of course, and she was covered in dust, wrinkled, and had some blood staining the collar of said shirt, thanks to the blood dripping from her temple. "Do what Barbie says and relax. You've got a scratch." A scratch was a gross understatement, and didn't cover any of his other problems, but Tex was scooping the doctor up then. When she stood, it caused a twinge in her eye, when she felt the sharp pain in the back of her leg. That was a bit of extra weight, and it brought on a little bit of extra pain. But it wasn't much, and she was ready to go, shifting the blonde man in her arms as she looked over at the shorter

[the_golden_girl]

Was there any point in pointing out that Tex already had blood on said shirt? None of it by means of Doctor Damsel at that. Fidgeting with the blood splattered goggles in her hands, Buffy looked a bit upset by the name tag, "Barbie?" A huff of indignity. "I am so far from being a Barbie." She just met the woman and found it necessary to defend herself. Ad really? A scratch? It looked more like, well, she wasn't going to say it to the harmed man. Not if he was starting to wake. "You look good for a guy that had been trapped in a building." The Slayer decided to pipe up to hopefully give the injured Damsel Doctor some moral