milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Steed dives in, the sound of a gunshot outside.

The hole in his jacket sleeve would suggest whoever keeps trying to kill him is getting closer. So would the fact that he's holding his arm.

There doesn't, however, appear to be any blood*.

[ooc: *Canon note: Despite the fact that in most, if not every, episode of The Avengers, someone is killed, nobody ever bleeds. This is the same whether the victim is shot, stabbed, or driven insane by a conspiracy of false premonition producers to run in front of a moving vehicle.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Soujirou leaps back, narrowly avoiding the unexpected presence that just dove through the door. His sword is already partially out of his scabbard, drawn instinctively at the sound of the gun. His face is far more serious than usual, the ever-present smile having vanished completely.

Steed looks up, still holding his arm.

"Sorry." he says with a wince. "He won't follow."

Pausing, Soujirou gathers himself and sinks his katana back into its scabbard. As he does so, his face loses its seriousness. He's not smiling yet, but he doesn't look quite so dangerous anymore, either.

"I see...do you need any help?" The man does appear to have a bullet hole in his arm, after all...though curiously, Soujirou doesn't see or smell blood.

"Um, yes, I do rather. I appear to have been shot."

He moves his hand for a moment, revealing just a hole. It doesn't appear to have gone through anything vital.

Soujirou resists the urge to poke the most unique bullet wound he's ever seen. He's no longer surprised by such things, but his curiosity is ever-present. Instead, he nods and leans down to offer the man a hand up.

"I'm sure there's a doctor around here somewhere. If not, we can always just ask Bar for some sutures. My name is Soujirou."

"I think a bandage will cover it until I find one." Steed says, accepting the help up. "It doesn't seem to have done anything terrible."

He winces. "It does rather hurt though. I don't like to complain."

A bandage. Right. Well, no blood, so who needs sutures? Soujirou heads at a steady pace toward the bar, making sure the man can keep up.

"I'm sure the Bar will have something for the pain as well. I didn't catch your name?"

"John Steed." he extends his good hand.

"Thank you."

Soujirou takes his hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you, John, it's no problem." Soujirou isn't actually used to helping people, mind you, but it's something that he's fairly recently decided to try out.

"What did you say your name was?" Steed asks, with a small grateful smile.

"Seta Soujirou. But please, just call me Soujirou." His cheerful smile is back in full force now.

He's reached the bar now and he extends a hand to touch it. "A bandage for John, please."

Steed nods.

"Thank you, Mr Soujirou."

Steed is almost incapable of calling people by their first name. In his circles, it simply isn't done a lot of the time.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only