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[wroughtiron]

Characters: An NPC (wroughtiron), Annabeth Chase (sophos), Hellboy (histruename), the Doctor (iwaspromisedtea) and Zatanna Zatara (backwordscompatible)
Date: November 25/28th.
Location: The Mainland.
Situation: These characters are tracked down by an NPC and given some information, as well as asked a few things in return. Individual scenarios are in the main body of the post itself.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't stray much above pg-13, but if it does I'll let you know.

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The Doctor;

[wroughtiron]

[When the Doctor finds her, she's sitting on the sand, the contents of her pack strewn around her. She's got her pant-leg cut to the mid-thigh and she's trying (with some success, thank you!) to dress wounds there. These aren't the dreaded (or fabled, depending on your outlook) llothi clawmarks, but rather it looks like she took a tumble down an embankment and disagreed with several rocks on the way down.

She glances up when she notices him, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand.]

I don't suppose you're in the business of helping strangers?

[iwaspromisedtea]

[ He'd been observing her for a moment before she'd spoken. He'd been taking in the entire landscape, truthfully, but mysterious figure alone and hurt in a wasteland? Oh, yeah. Something was definitely up around here. He approaches with a smile, already ready to aid in taking care of her injury. ]

It wouldn't be if my name was just The Guy Who Casually Walks On By. -- It's not. So yes, where can I help you out?

[wroughtiron]

You aren't a mystical healer or anything interesting like that?

[Her tone is hopeful, but her expression is at odds with it. She obviously doesn't expect him to be.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

Afraid not. I doubt I'd be very interesting at all if you asked those around me!

[ He is just John Smith. Regular, average, guy. HE CAN TOTALLY PULL IT OFF RIGHT?

He drops to his knees in order to be pro-active and help her out, holding his hand out for the bandages so he can unroll some and apply them. ]

[wroughtiron]

Pity you came alone, then.

[But she hands him a dressing, and her expression is just oh-so wryly amused.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

Not much company around these days. [ He smiles back before tearing off a bit. ] Or rather there is, but I didn't think it'd be quite so good if they all came here. Not the nicest part of town, is it?

[ the 'are you from here' is implied. ]

[wroughtiron]

Oh, I don't know, lad. It's got its charms. You just have to know where to look.

[She wiggles her fingers - card trick - and an ace appears between her index and forefinger.]

See? Charm, like I said.

[iwaspromisedtea]

Lad -- haven't heard that in... possibly ever. Do I look that young still? [ and here he'd thought finally hitting his 1000s would give him an edge of maturity.

He's amused at the card trick though, the illusion rather, and offers a confused smile. ]

I don't think one card trick's going to make the whole place suddenly better.

[wroughtiron]

You could take it as a compliment.

[A bit of a mischievous grin to that, and then,]

Well aren't you a pessimist.

[iwaspromisedtea]

At least you're not complimenting me on my chin.

[ He shrugs, pulling the bandages tight before he finishes wrapping them up. ]

I wouldn't quite say that. Just going off of what I've gathered here, not a lot of it is very good. [ frowns and then gives her a curious glance ] Speaking of not very good things, you're all alone here and injured -- is there a story behind that?

[wroughtiron]

Sore spot? I happen to think it's a lovely chin, thank you.

[but rly tho.]

Humans, as it turns out, are not the most aerodynamic sort.

[She mimes flying-- and, well, crashing with one hand.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

[ And a wince as he imagines the impact with the sand. Not as hard as solid ground, but still scrape-worthy and ten times as hard to get out of wounds. ]

And what, exactly, were you doing trying to fly around here? Easier method of travel, I'll give you that, but the conditions around here are absolutely dreadful.

[wroughtiron]

Experimentation?

[THE GUILTIEST SMILE is this what being caught with your hand in the cookie jar feels like. Is it.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

Well, you can't just say something like that and not have results to share.

[ SUDDENLY HIS INTEREST IS PIQUED A LOT MORE. ]

[wroughtiron]

You're holding the rather lovely results in your very capable hands, good sir.

[A nod to her leg. Because that's exactly what happened.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

So your entire purpose was to see if you'd even make it?

[ ......seems legit. ]

[wroughtiron]

Sort of. You see, I'm sort of into magic, but every once in a while I try new spells...

[GUILTY SHRUG. It's self-explanatory, really.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

[ oh no THE "M" WORD.... don't mind him scrunching up his face. ]

Really? And do these spells work? Have they ever?

[wroughtiron]

[O-ho a skeptic. Her favourite kind of foreigner, excuse her. She gives him a deeply sardonic look and then points at a nearby rock. It's a poor, innocuous thing, doing nothing more offensive than lying inert on the hard-baked desert sand.

And then it explodes.

She deflects any oncoming shards with a hard light half-sphere. Magical kinetic barriers. They're a thing.

Her expression, please note, is very smug.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

[ He automatically flinches at the shards, not knowing that she intends to stop them with her own abilities. Once he realizes he's very pointedly not skewered, he lets down the arms he'd raised to protect himself and gives her a slightly sour look. ]

Was that really necessary? I'd have taken a less threatening thing, or even your word for it!

[wroughtiron]

More fun this way, don't you think?

[THE CHEEKIEST SMILE.]

[iwaspromisedtea]

I'm beginning to question your definition of fun.

Have you had enough or have you got more in plan? [ should he brace himself? ]

[wroughtiron]

I have lived a sad, solitary life in the desert for my entire life. My definition of fun might not be exactly congruent to everyone else's.

But for the time being... [she indicates her leg.]

I think I've had enough.

[iwaspromisedtea]

Are you a native of the mainland? [ curiosity! it is piqued! ]

I can help you get about to somewhere, if you need it. Since you've already promised to keep the explosion to a minimum.

[wroughtiron]

I am at that. The only one left, at least to my knowledge. Unless you'd include the ones that aren't breathing, in which case, well... then I suppose I'm one of several million.

[She probably doesn't seem as bothered by that as she should, and to his other comment she nods.]

If you wouldn't mind! We could go to one of my boltholes.