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you paste me in just to cut me out; hello fascination.

Sep 02, 2010 23:17

Robert Capa is drenched to the bone and smouldering. He was out walking on the streets of Chicago when he accidently burst into flames. The stress of the CLF business and his own determination to keep practicing his ability has worn him down. It was an accident. But the people on the street freaked out anyway. In the panic, someone set off a fire ( Read more... )

hiroto sato, martha jones, anne hamilton, cassie riddle, dylan, robert capa

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scorchtheground September 3 2010, 07:18:58 UTC

Hiroto's not entirely sure why he went to sleep at the beginning of summer and woke up at the end of it, but he doesn't like it. Not one bit. And what better way to take out his suspicion and anger than to go out on a hunt?

He wasn't really thinking he'd go for angels, though he's still of the opinion that the treaty is bullshit. But hey, this is an opportunity he can't pass up; this way, if the angel dies while he's at it, there's at least some sort of plausible denial or something.

So don't mind the demon charging into the fray, Dylan. Or do, if you want. He could care less. He'll just busting up your taunts with some action, most specifically in the 'running up and stabbing' category. He doesn't mind fighting with angels, so long as they don't expect him to share the kill. Or expect to stay alive afterward.

fellfrommyheart September 5 2010, 00:05:28 UTC

Dylan turns her head to see a blur of black leather and boots and hisses furiously at the interruption. "No!" The oversized cat is her's. She frowns for the briefest of moments, catching something off about the man. Usually when someone's off about a person, she comes to the conclusion that they're a demon.

A moment of rage boils under her skin and she's quick to move forward. The Sabre isn't sure who to go for first and takes swipes at both of them. Dylan dives forwards and slides across the concrete, taking a claw to the shoulder - but hacking off a hind-paw in the process.

Dylan pulls herself up into a crouch. "Find your own kitty, I got here first!" she yells, wings flexing in annoyance before ducking out the way of a now majorlly pissed off feline.

scorchtheground September 9 2010, 19:29:02 UTC

Hiroto tucks and rolls away from the claws, not bothering to try to get a hit in again; he got it once with his knife, and it's not like he'll not get it again.

His wings flare for a moment; like hell this coldblood's going to tell him what to do. Even if he is stealing her kill. Whatever, she won't live long enough to be too angry about it.

"Shut up," he growls in Japanese. "I'm just doing you a favor." He doesn't expect her to be able to understand him. He doesn't actually care much. Instead, he's going to pay more attention to the kitty attacking her. If he can just get his leap timed right, he should be able to get the knife between the shoulderblades...

fellfrommyheart September 9 2010, 20:06:26 UTC

Oh, this is so not on. Dylan's anger flares up even more, her wings tense; he's trying to steal her kill and she will never, ever work with a demon. The fact that it seems to be happening pisses her off even more and makes her more determined to kill the Sabre first. She makes a mental note to start hacking away at this hotblood's limbs as soon as she's done with this.

"I don't care what the fuck you said, demon.." she hisses between clenched teeth. "But get the fuck away. This. Is. Mine,"

She can take care of herself, she's been doing it for years and she's not going to stop any time soon. Flicking the knife free from blood, she takes another charge at the overgrown cat and hacks off the second hind-leg with a sharp jut of her wrist. Dylan quickly turns with a small grunt as it hits the ground with a heavy thud and begins to hack away at it's side.

Like hell, he's going to get another shot.

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smithnjones September 3 2010, 21:27:32 UTC

There have been stranger sights in all of Martha's time in Chicago than a man drenched and smoking who has fallen on to the floor. It's why she doesn't react with much surprise, but she does act quickly. Martha moves forward and gets down on her knees beside him.

She is scanning him for injuries though she could touch him with her hand and know right off the bat, heal him in an instant. Martha would rather not alert her guardian angel to her side every time someone is injured.

She reaches into her pocket for her medical gloves, always close at hand for situations like this one. Martha slides them on, and she places her hand on his shoulder to let him know that he isn't alone.

"Where does it hurt? Are you able to stand?"

i_robert_capa September 4 2010, 17:06:49 UTC

Capa flinches as he feels the hand on his shoulder, the last thing he wants now is the accidently burn someone. He moves away slightly, worried for whoever's stopped to help him and shakes his head. His chest hurts, he might've winded himself in the fall - but it's his skin that hurts more than anything.

He struggles for a breath and clenches his fists, trying to stop himself bursting into flames again. "My skin," he pants after a long pause. "It's.. the water..."

He stops for a moment and bites down on his lip, his skin smouldering a little more heavily. "I'm... I'm a fire elemental. I need to get the water off,"

smithnjones September 6 2010, 07:37:55 UTC

"I'll be fine," Martha says when she sees him move away. "I'm a doctor, and I heal. I've the ability to heal. You can't burn me for long. I promise."

She's silent then and continues in a much firmer voice than before, the authoritative one that's become second nature to her. "Don't move."

Her gaze searches the lobby for something that she could use to help dry him, and she notices a blanket there. It will do to soak up some of the moisture. She reaches for it and then returns, pressing the fabric anywhere she sees the liquid in hopes of pulling it away from his skin.

Martha works without fear of being burnt herself. The thought doesn't occur to her as she works, and if she does get burnt, she doesn't register the pain. Martha has a high threshold for it.

"Is that helping at all?"

i_robert_capa September 10 2010, 02:36:46 UTC

She insists she'll be fine, but he's still wary. He's curious when she mentions having healing abilities and does his best to concentrate on that in order to get his mind off his current combustion issue. "I accidentally burst into flames in the middle of the street. People freaked. It was an accident.." he murmurs, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he tries to stop himself from moving any more.

He fills his head with his usual science jargon: DNA manipulation caused by travelling through a rift in time and space similar to his own situation, cell regeneration. Yes, the trail of thought does ease him and calms down the smouldering. "Interesting," he manages to say in between pants before screwing his face up mildly in pain.

And then he feels the dry material against his skin and he immediately calms down, no longer burning or smouldering. He grabs at some of it to dry his face and slowly nods. "Yes.. thank you.."

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uponthewires September 12 2010, 06:02:23 UTC

Anne did not expect to see a man to burst into flames in front of her.

The files she was carrying drop to the floor as she runs to Capa's side. She's looking him over, trying to figure out what the hell happened, while simultaneously calling for help.

"Oh my God, can you walk? I'll help you to the medical ward. It'll be okay."

It's funny, but for all her awkward, fumbling ways, there is no pause while speaking to him. The worry that prickles through her skin doesn't allow for awkwardness with a stranger.

i_robert_capa September 12 2010, 22:34:40 UTC

Capa tries to back away from her, he's worried in case he might accidently burn her. In his current state, it probably will happen. "Don't touch me, I don't want to hurt you.." he pants, eyes squeezed tightly shut for a few moments, he can feel himself getting more stressed out.

He suddenly tenses up, more flames ripple up his arms. Yelling out in pain, he curls up into himself. It feels like someone's pouring boiling water over him over and over again. The marks don't show on his skin, because he can't actually be burned. But the water causes him a great deal of pain.

"Someone covered me in water. I'm not meant to get wet when I'm like this," he shudders violently, "I didn't mean to,"

Capa pauses, still panting and tries to think about what he needs. He needs to be dry. "I need to get dry," he says after a long pause.

uponthewires September 12 2010, 22:43:11 UTC

Anne jumps back in one quick motion, scrambling to get back up on her feet. He registers as a wanderer to her, but something about the way he speaks and the unmarked skin leads her to believe he has some sort of power akin to elementals.

"It's okay," she tries to reassure in a soft voice, speaking past the worry swarming inside her chest. She pushes past it, like a lump in her throat.

"You won't hurt me. I'm going to help you, okay?"

She runs into one of the supply rooms and makes it back in record timing with a towel.

"We'll get you dry and I'll be careful. Just try not to move too much," she says in the same soft tone, gingerly placing the towel over his skin. She tries to be as gentle as possible.

i_robert_capa September 13 2010, 00:42:36 UTC

Capa nods silently, trying to calm his breathing. He always had a problem with trying to calm his breathing. Being winded probably doesn't help him, he didn't even realise he hit the ground that hard. "Please, just be careful. I.. I can't control this.." he murmurs before grimacing again, gingerly wiping at his arms in a futile attempt to remove the water.

The thought of help seems to soothe him and he manages to stop the flames and just sort of.. smokes. It's a mix of smouldering and steam from the water. "I'll try not to," he winces and swallows hard.

After a few moments of shuddering, he finally manages to open his eyes again to look at the girl. "Thank you,"

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princerat September 22 2010, 01:10:42 UTC

There's that cat smell again. He'd stayed away from the Kashtta tonight to keep the scent of cat out of his nose, but it seems they're inescapable. Only, this doesn't smell like a regular cat. He pauses mid-rooftop run, disturbing nothing but air, now completely still. A cat scent wrapped in other scents; young ice and some mammals and plants he can't quite identify. Almost like a mountain lion. Not quite. And a second scent-- this one entirely familiar. A Dylan smell.

He peers over the edge of the building. There in the street is Dylan, a very large knife, and a fucking Sabre-tooth tiger. Saul knows the angel can take care of herself, but she smells like she's already been in a fight today, so he'd better be sure. So he climbs down the wall face-first, clinging to the cracks in the cement structure with fingers and feet, oddly Spiderman-like. He calls out to her so she can see him. "Hey! You got this, or you want some help?"

fellfrommyheart September 22 2010, 01:29:50 UTC

Dylan's hunched up, shoulders and wings tense and head slightly lowered as she cautiously moves forward. The animal seems mildly disorientated, it wonders where it's pack has gone and doesn't understand the smells of the city. It paws at the ground before staring at an approaching angel. Probably only one thought has come to mind. Food.

However, the sound of a voice makes the archangel freeze up. She turns her head to the side and actually stares for a good five seconds. It's Wanderer Boy. And he's clinging to the freaking wall. She'd sussed out he was weird and he'd explained it, but that's just... weird.

Dylan grins finally and waves her machete in greeting, "No.. no.. I-" there's a roar. She turns her head to find not one Sabretooth tiger. But three. Where the hell did those two come from? "Oh, get lost Chicago. Get. Um. Lost ( ... )