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[OOM: Pre-Milliways, as how Joris will eventually tell the story in the future.]

The front door comes crashing open, sending a few shards of dry, rotten wood skittering over the floor. Landing hard in the midst of that is a young teenage boy. He is dressed in a white uniform cut like army fatigues, with a black symbol on the front of his leather vest. Joris stirs and lets out a quiet moan, but other than that is not moving much-

Because unlike the movies, when some large creature grabs a person and tosses them through a rickety wooden wall, most normal people do not jump to their feet immediately afterward. Specially since it looks like said creature dug its claws into Joris' torso before tossing him aside, and with the crack his head made when it hit the floor, he is more than a little dazed.


[Tiny Tag: Joris, Lewis]


OOC:Totally not plot-locked.

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[nita_callahan]

"--Oh, crap--"

Sure, spend enough time in Milliways, and you'll practically get used to the door getting slammed open.

Injured boys, though, are still pretty attention-getting.

She scrambles up out of her booth and comes running, dropping to her knees next to him.

"Hey -- hello? Can you hear me?"

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With a mutter, Joris tries sitting up before even opening his eyes- but with a gasp he slumps back down.

"Yes- I-" Wincing, he looks at Nita, then his eyes quickly dart around with a panicked look.

"Where is this? Where's Konstam?"

[nita_callahan]

"Don't," she says sharply, eying his wounds, trying to judge how serious they are. "Just stay still. May I heal you? I'm a wizard."

Explanations can come when he's not bleeding.

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"Wizard?" Puzzled, but thanks to the shock, Joris gives Nita a nod and then ceases moving.

[nita_callahan]

"Okay."

The puncture wounds on his torso are the most immediate problem. She feels in her jeans for her pocketknife -- and of course, the one day she doesn't have it on her . . .

"Crap. I need a knife. Sit tight, I can get one from the Bar--"

[will_scarlett]

Will's up and over quickly, kneeling beside the young man,

"Lad, can ye 'ear me? Ye're safe 'ere but need to know 'ow 'urt ye are."

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He sputters, shaking his head and trying to sit up.

"Safe? No- I have to get back- Konstam will need me-"

Trying be the operative word here. His arm gives out underneath him, and Joris hisses with a wince.

[will_scarlett]

"Stay right there, lad an we'll get that seen to."

Then Will finds a wait rat and gets a first aid kit,

"Show me the wound an we'll get it cleaned, time's stopped on the other side o'the door. Yer Konstam can wait till ye're na 'urtin'."

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Joris starts fumbling with the front of his vest, though Will is going to have to help there- his right shoulder is sprained, and getting the vest off and shirt unbuttoned is going to be a bit beyond him at the moment.

He blinks at Will, reaching up with his uninjured hand to brush some of the hair out of his face. "Door? What do you mean- what is this place? Where am I?"

[will_scarlett]

Will's fairly efficient since he's been hurt enough times and soon he's cleaning Joris' wounds,

"Milliways, lad, Bar at the End o'the Universe. I'd ask ye to see if ye could see yer door but 'fraid that would just make yer shoulder worse."

[cutting_edgex23]

The smell of blood is still in the air when X makes her entrance.

She pauses, sniffing the air.

Then she slips through the crowded bar, tracking--

Well, tracking Joris.

Something about his uniform (perhaps that it is a uniform at all) adds a little tension to her shoulders, but--

"You are not still bleeding."

That might be a question. Sort of.

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Sometimes after the above~

Joris half-turns quickly, looking at X. He pauses a moment, (taking a step back for better balance, as needed), before shaking his head. "No, I'm not. Not any more."

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She tenses at the speed of the turn, but makes no more move toward him.

"Good."

She means that.

"What happened?"

Is there still danger?

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A quick glance to the Front Door, or where it should be- though the wall there is certainly Not damaged as if someone was tossed through it. (Though given that Milliways is constructed much better, getting tossed through a wall here would be Much Worse.)

"We were going after a demon, but they didn't tell Konstam that there was two of them, and so one got us from behind- And he's still back there and I'm here!"

In a nutshell.

[cutting_edgex23]

X sniffs the air again.

"You are not a mutant."

Her brows are drawn together, and she, too, is looking at the door with a wary readiness.

"And I do not know Konstam."

[preserver-lewis.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dear," says a slight young man speaking a British dialect of Latin. "Are you quite all right there?"

He bends over the other man and attempts to scan his health. (To a human eye, Lewis appears human, and there is no visible sign that Lewis is scanning Joris.)

[ooc: You can ping me at aim: manuscriptgeek or continue directing comments through Becca to talk about what Lewis might see.]

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To scans and the human eye, Joris is human, and there are a few scanning devices of his own hidden in pockets of his vest- none of them active, at this moment. (One of them is sadly crushed beyond working, however.) Bumps, bruises, a crack to his skull, sprained shoulder, and puncture wounds from claws on his torso- something large grabbed him and was not gentle in how it did so.

"I- I don't know." Hurt or not, Joris is trying to sit up. "Where is this place- and where's Konstam?"

[preserver-lewis.livejournal.com]

Lewis notes the technology with surprise; he didn't know that Dr. Zeus was giving out anachronistic equipment to humans. He's only a Literature Preservation Specialist, and it's not his business to worry about what the Company does, so he turns his attention to Joris's wounds. Lewis has nothing to bandage Joris with, or to repair the wounds, but he can at least support Joris's back as he sits up. "I'm not quite certain," Lewis says, switching to Cinema Standard. "I'm afraid I don't know Konstam."

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"He's back with the demons, then- he's going to need me!" He grabs Lewis' arm, now trying to get up.

"Konstam Khan, he's a demon hunter- he said the people here knew about them. I- I need to go back to help him, he'll be needing me."

[preserver-lewis.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe you should be standing quite yet," says Lewis, holding Joris's good shoulder carefully and ignoring the bit about demons. "You can't be very much help to anyone in this condition. Do wait until someone's taken care of your injuries."

[steelartisan]

It's some time later that Piotr enters the bar, and very nearly bumps into a bruised young man pacing fretfully near the door.

(To Joris, of course, there's no door there at all. Which may make the sight an unusual one.)

"Good evening," he says amiably, pausing to let the boy pass by.

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A very unusual one- Joris looks from Piotr to the 'door', wide-eyed, and then gives Piotr a puzzled glare. (Such a thing is possible, when you are a teenager.)

"-But its not there!"

[steelartisan]

(It's definitely possible. Several of the students at the Mansion -- and, heck, several of the adults -- have sullen bewilderment down to a fine art.)

Piotr, on the other hand, is going for polite bewilderment just now.




"--The door?"

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"The door, yes." Joris turns that glare back to the wall where it turns panicked and worried.

"They've said that no time passes here, but if its just another world that shouldn't be true- time usually passes normally on other worlds. And if that's the case I have to get back!"

He would not admit it, but Joris is near tears at this moment. Unfortunately, that is how most of his evening here has been.

[steelartisan]

There are things one politely does not comment on. A teenage boy's impending tears definitely qualify.

"It is not just another world," Piotr says soothingly, his faint Russian accent more clear as he talks. "At least, it is very unlike many."

"And I have found other worlds where time passes differently. It depends on many things, and I do not know them to tell you. But I can say it's so for me, and for many people."

"I am Piotr," he adds.