A Day Off ((NYC))

[Aela Ward]

When Nyght revealed that there was, after all, nothing wrong with the drink, Jack pulled the most hilarious relieved face in the world. That's when Aela totally lost it. She slammed her fists on the table as laughter escaped her lips, her eyes squeezed tight. But it didn't last for long; she suddenly went invisible. Apparently being in such hysterics had really set her inner balance off.

Jack and Nyght were both gawking at her - or rather, where she was supposed to be - their eyes wide and staring. Quickly regaining control over herself, Aela became visible again, her face red with shock and embarrassment. Thankfully, she hadn't attracted any more eyes than the two that sat with her. Swearing under her breath, Aela bolted up from her seat, making a quick dash for the door and out onto the sidewalk. Without a backwards glance, she turned towards home, and started off at a sprint.

She just desperately hoped that Jack and Nyght wouldn't follow her.

(((OOC: BUT OF FUCKIN COURSE THEY DID!!))))

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    Jack's crazy paranoia was just about to reach critical mass when Nyght burst out laughing. Rather uncontrollably. Suddenly, the young man felt super embarrassed. Not by all the questioning stares shot at them by the other people in the building, but by the simple knowledge that he'd been had. It had all been a trick! No weird buff stranger had been placing mysterious substances into his precious pumpkin spice latte. He felt immediately relieved somewhat, but his dusky face flushed brightly from embarrassment.

    Taking a napkin, he wiped the beads of sweat that had been forming on his forehead. Then the unthinkable happened! Nyght drank from his cup! Jack stared at her openmouthed, jaw moving like he was trying to say something but no words were coming out. Of course, Aela's laughter, disappearance, and subsequent reappearance made him forget all about the desecration of his beverage! Sorcery! The young man thought, an astonished look plastered across his face. Visible again, Aela fled the Starbucks!

    Without hesitation, Jack quickly stuffed the remainder of his muffin into his mouth and started after her. A supernatural himself, the young man was unsure of what exactly he would say to her but he had to do something other than sit there looking silly with the naughty frenchwoman who'd stolen his drink.

    Darting out of the Starbucks, the young man stared openmouthed after the woman. She was fast! Well, she was faster than he was.  The young man would never catch her on foot. Luckily, Jack had a few tricks of his own up those short tshirt sleeves of his. He teleported some distance ahead of the Aela. Normally he wouldn't do something like that in public but the street was empty, so it was cool.

    "Wait!" The young man said, holding his hands up in a gesture of stop. "You don't have to run!"

[Nyghtingale]

Morgan was actually desecrated his cup of beverage even further....she dropped it full out and it smacked against the table, tipping over and the lip popped off. This of course dumped his precious pumpkin spiced latte all over the table and it began to run down over the edges, but that was not what Morgan was worried about most. She was already scrambling out of the seat, trying to chase after Aela and Jack who had both fled the cafe. She swore under her breath, trying to get out quickly.

Aela had literally disappeared right in front of them both! Completely and totally gone...invisible! This did not bother Morgan so much as shock her. She was surprise, that was for sure, but not scared. She was more...excited actually. Aela had TURNED INVISIBLE!! Did that mean...she was magical as well? If so, maybe Aela could do more then just teach her about self defense and firearms. Maybe there where spells she knew that could be taught to Morgan. Well, silly girl of course there where spells SHE KNEW! She had turned bloody invisible, you sod!

Morgan got out the door and turned the corner only to see Jack disappear as well. However, the male did not disappear and reappear in the same spot. No, the male disappeared and reappeared in front of Aela! What the bloody hell! BOTH OF THEM had magical abilities as well! She finally could not take it anymore. She grabbed a metal lid from a trashcan as she ran past and threw it on the ground before herself. She leaped upon it, and using her cool electrical powers she created an electromagnetic field and SHOVED the lid forward, sending her sliding wildly along the pavement. She squealed, having not tried this nifty little trick before and suddenly realized like an idiot...she did not know how to stop and she was coming upon Aela's back fast. In fact...she was coming up VERY fast, and she squealed throwing her hands up as Aela's back filled her vision.

[Aela Ward]

Aela skidded to a halt as Jack appeared in front of her, his arms outstretched as if he wanted her to stop. And stop she did; not just because he wanted her to, but because of what he just did. "You... You're like-" But she didn't get the chance to finish. Behind her, she heard an alarmed squeal, unmistakably belonging to Nyght. Startled, she whirled around just in time to be hit straight on by the girl.

The two flew backwards a bit, Jack teleporting just out of reach in the nick of time. Aela hit the sidewalk first, her head smacking against the hard concrete with vicious force, sending black dots dancing across her vision. Nyght let out another high-pitched squeal as she tumbled over top of Aela and rolled a little farther down the sidewalk.

Groaning, Aela propped herself up on one elbow, taking immediate inventory on herself. Her ankle was really hurting; probably because it got twisted on the way down. Her head throbbed a=in time with her heartbeat; great, more bruises and headaches.

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    The young man nodded his head in the affirmative, incredibly relieved that she'd stopped rather than just keep going and barrel him over. That would've hurt. "Yup. Totally magical." Jack confirmed Aela's unfinished question. Suddenly, a flying frenchwoman came barreling into Aela from behind. Being as awesome as he was, the young man managed to step out of the way in time, avoiding ending up in a pile with the two.

    "Ouch." He winced, looking at the two of them. He himself hadn't been hit, but the collision sure had appeared uncomfortable enough for the young man to empathize with the two of them. Jack went over two the two of them, where Aela lay propping herself up on one elbow and offered his hand.

    "Anything serious?" Jack asked, concern in his voice. He'd seen Aela hit her head on the concrete pretty hard. That had to have hurt quite a bit. The young man hoped she didn't have a concussion.

[Nyghtingale]

Morgan collided quite violently with Aela's sending them both flying. Morgan sailed over Aela who landed beneath her, but luckily did not slam in to the poor female. That would probably have exasperated the injury to her head she received. It was kind of like in one of those movies, you know. She saw almost everything that was happening to Aela as she flew over her, realizing how much she had hurt the female. She felt really bad about it, you know but then she sorta...forgot.

She forgot as she struck the ground as well, catching it on her shoulder and rolling over herself end over end. She slammed in to the side of a dumpster, her back upon the ground and legs over her body pressed against the dumpster. She was a little disoriented, but was not to badly in shape. Maybe a bruised and sore shoulder where she had struck the ground, but nothing to serious.

At least, she was not originally. However, her impromptu sled did not stop once her feet left the object. It careen off at an angle, flying just past Aela's head and rebounded off the wall. Luckily it lost most of it's momentum and energy with that, however it had enough to rebound, and slam directly in to the side of Morgan's face. This really would not have been to bad, maybe bruising her cheek except that the lid was domed, with raised sides, meaning the part that slammed in to her face was the raised edge which slammed not in to her cheek but instead directly in to her nose.

Morgan did not scream, nor did she even whimper. Those had been chased out of her completely several months ago by the bastard who had abused her for so long. Her eyes however did burst in to tears, a spontaneous reaction to the pain that blossomed in her nose and across her face. Warmth spread over her lips and neck, and she rolled over and sat up quickly and pinched her nose. It was clearly broken, and blood was flowing from the injured nose all over her face and neck. She stood up and leaned against the dumpster pinching her nose and leaning forward.

[Aela Ward]

Accepting Jack's hand up, Aela winced slightly as she tried putting weight on her ankle. Chuckling darkly, she said, "Nothing more serious than a twisted ankle. And a minor concussion. All something I can handle, though." Looking around, she spotted Nyght standing over by a dumpster a little ways off, blood running down her neck and the front of her shirt.

A wave of worry washed over Aela like a tidal wave. Seeing Nyght like this was as bad as seeing one of her friends in pain - which, really, was just what it. She already felt like a friend to Nyght. Before she knew it, Aela was hobbling over to where the girl stood, going as fast as her injured ankle could carry her.

When she reached Nyght's side, she lifted the girl's chin up a bit so she was looking upwards. "Look up, sweetheart. Looking down will just make it worse." Her tone was soothing, even though her head hurt.

(((OOC: agh the feels. Make them stahp))))

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    The young man grunted slightly as he helped the woman up, she seemed to be favoring one ankle, even going so far as to wince when she stood on the injured one. Her explanation of a sprained ankle made complete sense though the minor concussion worried him somewhat. Having helped her as much as he could, Jack made his way over to Nyght though Aela rushed past him to get to the other girl's side, obviously deeply concerned.

    From what Jack could tell as he made his way over, Nyght had a fairly unfortunate nosebleed, possibly even a broken nose. But the young man wasn't a doctor. The best he could do was briefly teleport to his room and grab a box of tissues. The young man did this so fast that his form merely seemed to flicker, as if an optical illusion, with the exception of the box of tissues he was suddenly holding. "Here." He offered to the bleeding girl. Speaking of doctors...

    "You guys aren't looking so good. Perhaps a trip to the hospital is in order?"

[Nyghtingale]

     Morgan took the box of tissues she was suddenly offered, trying to remember where they had come from. The tears in her eyes, which of course where not real tears of pain but those bloody awful ones that always came from injury to the nose, made her vision a tad bit blurry and she did not see the male teleport away and return. When Aela helped her tip her head back instead of forward, she grunted and shoved a handful of tissues against the bloody nose, trying to pinch it together on the bridge to stop the bleeding.

     This of course hurt extremely bad, because of the whole broken part, and she grunted loudly in pain. However this only made her all the more determined. "Nurf....Nurf doftor!" She spoke, though between the broken nose and the wads of tissue against her face slightly muffled her vocalizations against his last opinion. She winced, touching her nose gingerly with her other hand feeling the out of place bones and grimaced. She wondered if she could reset it herself, like they did in those movies by placing her thumb against it and shoving it back. The idea was quick painful just thinking about it. She instead looked at Aela and asked her a question.

"Chu okaf, Afellia?"

[Aela Ward]

Aela chuckled at Nyght's stuffy voice. "Don't worry about me. You're the one with a broken nose. I have First Aid stuff back at my apartment, if you guys want to head there." She gestured down the road. "Not too far. Maybe a block or two at most." She placed a gentle hand on Nyght's shoulder. "Does that sound like a good plan?"

Thinking back to her apartment, she was glad that she wasn't a particularly messy person. There may, come to think of it, have been a few dirty dishes in the sink and perhaps a couch cushion a bit out of place, but nothing too horribly wrong. So she really didn't mind having visitors over, especially if it meant getting Nyght the treatment she need for her broken nose.

Pssh. She didn't need the hospital to fix that up. Aela was a certified Combat Medic, and a broken nose would be a piece of cake.

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    Well. The young man wasn't entirely sure what Nyght had said, but he got the impression the she was vehemently against going to the doctor. Maybe it was a fear of needles thing. Or a fear of hospitals thing! Jack had heard of such peoples, but he'd never met one before. He looked at the young woman curiously. Besides her homelessness, Nyght seemed fairly normal. Could she truly be a crazy person afraid of medicine? Jack didn't bother to ask.

    "Ok. So no hospital. You've medical supplies, Aela? Great!" Jack had immediately assumed he was invited, even though he was uninjured and a stranger. Ya, know... Because Aela could barely walk and Nyght's nose seemed to be competing with Niagra Falls.

    "Where do you live? Should we take a taxi? If it's kinda far, we should probably drive. Walkings kinda lame. I mean, once you start teleporting everywhere, it's kinda hard to go back to mundane forms of travel."

[Nyghtingale]

Morgan grimaced at the woman laughing at her. Her nose was just broken, it was not like it was a huge deal. Noses where broken all the time, and people lived through them all the time. Morgan was much more worried about Aela's ankle. She should not be walking upon it like that, because it would greatly exasperate the injury. However, she was not in any condition to explain that issue, seeing as she could barely even talk with the stuffy nose sound that was coming from her throat due to the broken facial appendage and the blood running down her throat.

So she simply nodded, ready to accept Aela's offer to go to her house. Once they fixed her nose, she would demand that Aela sit down and let her ankle rest as well. However until she could speak properly, she had a deep feeling she would simply be laughed off. So she simply slid her shoulder under one of Aela's arms and gestured at Jack to do the same so that they could help her limp along on her messed up ankle. She painfully shoved several of the tissues up her nose, wincing as she felt things moving that should not be but kept silent so now she had both hands free, while the tissues clogged up the flow of blood.

[Aela Ward]

"Oh, come on guys, you don't have to..." Aela started to protest, but as soon as some of the weight she had been putting on her injured ankle was lifted, she bit her tongue. She hadn't registered how much it was hurting her until there was barely anything left of the pain. Granted, it still ached due to the sprain it had suffered, but not nearly as much as it had a moments ago.

And so the three continued like that down the sidewalk, Aela keeping an eye out for her apartment building while her friends assisted her along. When they reached the building, Aela gestured for them to stop. "Here it is." She shrugged jack and Nyght's helping hands away - though they were dearly missed - and limped forward down the narrow corridor to her first floor front door. Pulling out her keys, she unlocked it and went in. "Sorry for the mess." She apologized as Nyght and Jack came in after her.

By mess, she meant the few dishes piled in the sink, the trash bin that desperately needed taking out, and the half-used coffee machine.

Sitting down on the couch, Aela sighed as the pain eased in her ankle. Turning to jack, she instructed, "There's a first-aid kit in the top of the linen closet just down the hall. Would you mind getting it for me?" She then spoke to Nyght, saying, "Here come sit down by me." She patted the cushion beside her with a smile.

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    Inwardly, Jack sighed. He knew that Aela shouldn't be walking on her injured ankle, that's why he'd suggested the taxi. But that didn't mean he wanted to be responsible for helping some random stranger walk. He was a people, not a crutch.

    But still, Jack only hesitated for a brief instant before trudging over to help support Aela, somehow managing to maintain his cheerful mask throughout the entire ordeal of helping her home. He didn't even complain when he received no thanks for helping to practically carry Aela what had felt like 50 miles.

    They entered the building, Jack with them most of the way. Instead of following Aela and Nyght into the Aela’s appartment, the young man paused in the hallway, having spotted a small dog peaking at him from around the corner.

    “Hey buddy,” Jack said, approaching the fluffy animal. It shied away at first but the young man approached slowly, stopping a short distance away. His form flickered briefly and he was suddenly holding a bag of treats. Producing one, he offered it to the dog. “Here. Don’t be shy.”

    The dog approached cautiously, eyeing him warily. It took the treat, eating it while Jack scratched behind its ears. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” The young man saw that it had tags so he assumed it also had an owner who would come looking for it shortly.

    “Well, I’ve got to get going now. You be a good dog.” Jack told the small animal regretfully before turning to leave, teleporting the treat bag away. He entered Aela’s apartment, his smile genuine now. It was the little things that kept the young man feeling altruistic. Be they a few seconds of play with a dog or a kind word from a troubled, now deceased, woman. The thought of Svetlana sobered him up somewhat, reminding the young man that he had work to do when this whole thing was over.

    Unfortunately, he’d come in just a few seconds too late to hear Aela’s instruction. Which was just as well because Jack probably wouldn’t have been too pleased about being ordered around like a servant by some stranger while she chatted up her pal on the couch. He wouldn’t have even gotten a smile like Nyght had! At least, that’s how Jack might’ve interpreted the situation, had he not come in late and missed it.

    “Cozy place. Better than mine.” The young man said, looking around. “Where do you keep your first aid stuff? Best to tend to those wounds now, I s’pose.”

[Nyghtingale]

     Nyght looked around as she walked inside, temporarily distracted from the fact that Jack was no longer near them. She was far to interested in looking around and seeing the home of her new friend. It did indeed seem cozy (as Jack would point out verbally in a few seconds), and she really liked it. She barely even noticed the 'mess' that Aela mentioned and giggled when she finally realized exactly what she was talking about. She shook her head, sighing deeply at the older woman's silly idea of 'mess'. Clearly Aela had never lived on the streets, else she would have though just like Nyght did: this was a wonderful, beautiful, glorious tabernacle of life.

     When Aela asked her to, Nyght came over and sat down beside Aela, stilling looking around in wonder at everything around her. She could not help but to ask suddenly, really wanting some and seeing that there was some left over in the pot. "Canth I haff fume coffe?" She asked in her muffled voice, looking at Aela with wide eyes. "Chif loths of crweam and ice and shuhar?"