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Post by darkkon on Oct 19, 2024 21:42:44 GMT
- ”Which one is cracked?” - ”I’m not sure, she did not say. Here...” Jun freed her left hand from behind Oracle’s left ear, lifting it towards the arm with tubing attached. ”Shield your eyes.” A brief warning, she did not want to blind the young man after all. But, perhaps his mask could protect him. A light, pure white and immensely bright would shine from beneath Oracle’s left arm, illuminating the bone and vein within. Nothing of note. Her hand would shift towards Oracle’s right arm, light dying beneath her left and regrowing under the right. There.
”Right arm, close to the wrist... Watch your step.” She’d answer with a soft caution, that was also the side with two large ribbons of blood soaked gauze piled on the floor, light fading as she returned her left hand to cradling Oracle’s head, hoping that her magic was doing something good. It was a relief to have someone here that knew what to use on their own, young though he may be. He would have a rather easy time finding what he wanted, seeing as she kind of pulled and organized everything from the cupboards in a panic when they first got here. - ”Who are you and where did you find her? Did you see who did this?” -
”No...” Jun would start, tone solemn. The rage he must be feeling, the desire for revenge, she did not have the answer he craved. ”I was passing by when I saw her struggling in the alley outside... the trail of blood on the ground.” Jun brought her right hand up, gently brushing Oracle's hair from her swollen and bruised cheek, caressing it lightly as one might a wounded child. Her light would grow thicker over the swelling, it would begin to go down, the bruising fading. ”My name is Jun. I... am not one of you, a traveler. Whatever protocol that entails... I will follow.” She’d finish honestly, eyes not leaving her patient. He would find out sooner or later, best to be honest.
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Post by Nomz on Oct 19, 2024 22:42:42 GMT
A hand raises to block his sight when he is instructed to shield them, unwilling to be blinded in any sense of the word. It proves to be the correct choice as bright light floods the space between him and he fights to keep his eyes open. Damian could not afford to risk this healer deciding that she wishes to cause harm. He will not hesitate to cut her down with the dagger stitched into the waist of his jacket.
Her answers are unsatisfactory through no fault of her own. He'll need to follow the blood trail if only to clean up the evidence of her existence and to prevent anyone from being able to track her by her DNA. Standard protocol would have him out there now, but Damian cannot leave his sister unattended.
"Thank you, Jun," Damian says quietly, words sounding almost foreign on his tongue. "All you have to do is forget her face and not ask any personal questions. You will be fine." He pauses, curls falling across his brow as he tips his head in consideration. His job is to protect the civilians. "You will be safe here. I will make sure of it."
Damian closes up the last of the splints, checks on Barbara's IV, and tucks the excess bags into the nearest fridge. The boy sits down, rolling his stool so he is closer to Barbara's head. He looks down at his sister and the magic surrounding her before leaning down and kissing the least swollen part of her face.
"She will be alright, correct? You're helping?"
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Post by darkkon on Oct 20, 2024 0:09:26 GMT
- ”Thank you, Jun, all you have to do is forget her face and not ask any personal questions. You will be fine.” - ”Of course.” She’d nod, tone soft and understanding. It was not her place to pry for what was not offered, not unless absolutely necessary. - ”You will be safe here. I will make sure of it.” - A flash of realization crossed Jun’s face, faint but enough for someone with training to spot. Someone could have been tracking Oracle, she left a notable enough trail behind. Thankfully, the place was magically sealed, and whatever trail was left would end where Jun picked her up rather than where the brick magically parted for them. Nonetheless, caution was good.
”Thank you.” This time, Jun’s gaze would shift to the young man. Her tone warm, though muted considering the somber circumstance, grateful. ”I can defend her too, if need be.” She’d offer, a kind smile upon her face, nary a hint of condescension in her voice. She could fight at that age, she would fight if she were that age, she had no reason to doubt him or his abilities. The splints were done nicely, he was trained well, or had plenty experience. The peck he gave his sister warming her heart as she continued healing Oracle’s head.
- ”She will be alright, correct? You’re helping?” - ”I believe so...” Jun would start, tone hopeful but less certain than her brother may like. Swelling mostly gone, bruising faint, her right hand would shift towards Oracle’s broken nose. ”I cannot sense her injury outright, but, her breathing is steady and her pulse is growing stronger.” The light over Oracle’s nose would grow thicker, and a dull glow would emanate from within to highlight the break. The blood upon her face would simply be eaten away by the light. Then, with a small flick of the wrist, her nose would be set properly and begin to heal.
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Post by Countess on Oct 20, 2024 0:31:49 GMT
Barbara had been in an in-between place, not quite dreaming and not quite awake. It is a dreaded state, one that brings with it memories better left buried. She had remembered some nice things, likely spurred on by the light of Jun's magic. But... even the brightest of lights cannot banish all the shadows. In fact, they only make them grow. It is in this darkness that Barbara lingers for a time, with the flashes of Jun's magic only reminding her of a camera...
"Dad!" Barbara yells, sitting up and letting out a terrible sound of pain. If it is from the setting of her nose or the sudden movement on her own, it is hard to tell. Her body is tense, in a terrible fight or flight haze that cannot seem to realize what is reality and what isn't. Her hands do not go to her injuries, but rather her legs, feeling them. Fingers dig slightly into her skin, a couple of the splints broken in the process. A ragged sigh of relief emanates from her, then it bleeds into an aborted sob.
Barbara takes breaths- too many- too deep- and lays back down.
"Sorry," she says, wincing. "Got... lost in a dream," she offers as an explanation, tears pricking at her eyes. Babs seems so much more... vulnerable right now than she had before. "I'm okay, it is all good," she says, and it isn't quite clear who exactly that is aimed towards.
"Renegade," she says, turning to Damian. She butts her head against his. "Saved me again, looks like," she says, smiling. Now she is trying to put on a brave face. Barbara turns to Jun, doing her best not to grimace. "What's the news? Should I get out of television and into radio?" she asks, chuckling then immediately regretting it. "Bad joke..."
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Post by Nomz on Oct 20, 2024 0:49:24 GMT
His mask covers his eyes flickering up at Jun when she seems to realize the situation that she's in. Either she's a really good liar or truly the civilian she claims to be. The answer doesn't matter to Damian. The frown on his lips deepens as Jun only gives him her faith in her abilities and no concrete answers. It is more than he can offer as his skills are not a match for the medics.
"Those sound like good-"
Damian's words are cut off as Barbara screams out for her father, sitting up despite her condition. He watches helplessly as she claws at her legs, ruining the work he had done to help her heal. He balls his hands into fists, not wanting to reach out lest she mistake him for a threat and fight him off. It is something he's seen happen among the bats too many times. There's too much trauma there.
"Sister," he addresses her as she butts her head to his and he reaches out with a piece of gauze to soak up the tears in the corners of her eyes. It just feels like the right thing to do and he has no other ideas, his mind whirling a mile a second. Renegade is frowning so deeply that, if his father had been beside him, there would be no denying the resemblance. His voice is just as stern. "What happened?"
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Post by darkkon on Oct 20, 2024 4:23:08 GMT
- ”Those sound like good-” - ”Dad!” - ”がーん!” (Gaan - Japanese equivalent of “Ahh!”) Jun jolted upright in surprise, hands clenching her chest, a wave of translucent white nigh instantly coating her body then just as quickly dissipating as Oracle screamed herself upright. Her healing light having dissipated just as quick. A defensive reflex in a tense situation. Oracle was clawing frantically at her legs, as if to check they were still there. A flashback? ”Your wounds... please...” Jun spoke, concerned, pleading for Oracle to lay back down as she reached out, enveloping her lower abdomen in healing light once more.
- ”Sorry. Got... lost in a dream. I’m okay, it is all good.” - As Oracle laid back down Jun immediately set about assessing the damage of this jumpscare. Her abdominal stitching didn’t come loose, good. She couldn’t be sure her internal stitching wasn’t compromised, but Oracle would likely be in a lot more pain if it was. The blood tube wasn’t bleeding, and still seemed to be taped firmly. - ”Renegade.” - ”Sister.” - ”Saved me again, looks like.” - Minding her self, Jun focused on gathering the pieces of broken splints with her light; mending them good as new, though with a look of gilded plastic at the former cracks, before setting them back on the cart Renegade was using to be redone shortly.
- ”What’s the news? Should I get out of television and into radio?” - A pained chuckle from Oracle draws Jun back to her patient, as well a slightly confused look from her face. A joke? - ”Bad joke...” - Yep. ”As long as your internal stitching is intact, you will be fine...” Jun started, glancing at Oracle's abdominal wound momentarily. ”Your Renegade brought plenty of blood to see you well again.” She’d finish, flashing a grateful smile in the young man's direction, just now noticing just how fierce a look was upon his face.
- ”What happened?” - ”Oh! Should I? No, you probably don’t want me to leave your sight. Um...” Jun glanced around the medical supplies, surely they wouldn’t want her listening in on what they spoke of. There, cotton balls, that would work. ”I’ll just stuff these in my ears and look away...” She’d continue, pulling two balls from their jar with her light and lining them up with her ears, as she pulled her hair back with her hands. ”Just give me a poke if you need me.” She’d finish, light stuffing the cotton balls in her ear as she turned away, so long as they didn’t stop her. Then, to keep herself busy she’d set about cleaning up the mess she made of the counter, storing everything back as well as she could remember.
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Post by Countess on Oct 24, 2024 0:09:05 GMT
Barbara watches as her nurse and savior, in all her innocence, tries to give them privacy. She nods, mouthing the words, "Thank you," to her, hoping she understands. God, she is going to owe her so much, so damn much...
How does she answer him? There is something about he curve of his brow and lips that makes her think of Bruce, but she is never going to tell him that. Well- not never. Just when he is ready to hear it. "That's... hard to answer," she says, gaze moving to the ceiling. "I cannot remember," she tells him, sighing deeply. He would understand immediately how alarming that is- Babs doesn't forget anything. Her mind is a steel trap, housing every word she ever read, every sight she ever saw, every sound she ever heard... For her to forget, and seemingly without major head trauma... It narrows the list on how. "I was on patrol, I know that much. Its like... there is a blank spot on the person I was fighting," she says, confused and angry about it. "I don't even remember why I had gone after them, why I thought I could take them, nothing. I don't know what they were doing, not in the least. I remember where I was, I remember the pain, I remember everything else, but them?"
Barbara shakes her head.
"Nothing."
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Post by Nomz on Oct 25, 2024 1:35:20 GMT
Damian spares Jun a stiff nod, expression edging closer to warm when she tells Barbara that he had brought things to help. He had tried to do as best as he could despite being no medic himself. His respect for her grows as she stuffs cotton balls into her ears, giving the two siblings space. The overwhelming feeling that Gwen would like Jun crowds his thoughts for a moment.
Barbara telling him that his question is hard to answer is not the start he expects and he leans down to be closer to her. Dark curls brush the side of her face as he lays his head on the cot next to hers, listening to her continued breathing, the beating of her heart, and the confused words she gives him.
Alarm bells ring in his ears because he knows very well that Barbara does not just forget something. More so when it drops her at Death's door like a broken and bloodied robin.
"We will check tapes of the area. It may be a mind effect or some type of spell. Those things do not translate to video." Damian keeps his voice pitched lower, aiming for something that might feel comforting. He wants to tell her that she can't leave him. Tell her that this wasn't okay and they'll have to train harder. That he will ensure she wears something meant to protect her so this won't happen again. Damian wants to scream or shout. He swallows it down, down, down. It won't help. As much as he feels it, he knows his anger at the situation won't help. It never helps. It has always hindered.
But he can't lose his family.
She is all he has.
The jacket he wears rustles as he shrugs it off, laying it over her chest and tucking the hood just under her chin. If she wanted, she could dip her head low enough to hide in the hood. Gruffly, he mumbles, "You'll catch a cold." He stands up, looking for blankets and lightly tapping Jun's elbow as he does so.
If she looks down at him, he would gesture to her ears and mimic pulling them out. Upon finding that no doubt scratchy and plain brown blanket, he would wait for Jun's confirmation that he could cover Barbara up.
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Post by darkkon on Oct 25, 2024 22:32:03 GMT
Politely unaware of what was transpiring behind her, Jun set forth picking up after herself, though not with magic as one might have expected, but by hand. Well, apart from returning the items that were stored out of reach. She tried not to linger on anything too long, but she was inspecting many of the items as she worked, without opening the packaging of course. A hollow needle connected to a tube with a plunger. A strange hand held device with a small lens, a trigger, and a hollow cone. Oddly shaped crimping and snipping tools with handles like scissors. Jun had just about cleared the counter when she felt a light tap on her elbow, the young man, motioning that she can remove the cotton from her ears.
With an understanding nod, she’d pull the cotton balls free with light, as some might be left behind by hand, before floating them over to what looked like a waste bin in the corner. He seemed to be looking for something, ah, a blanket. And then he was looking at her for something? She glanced over at Oracle, who was partially covered with the young man's jacket, ah, for her. ”Of course...” Jun would nod permissively. ”Just mind her... tube...” She’d continue warmly, stumbling over what to call the contraption that gave Oracle blood as she motioned towards it.
”And keep her hands free, the splints.” She’d tack on at the end, motioning to the repaired finger splints she had set on his rolling tray which needed to be redone. After quickly finishing putting away the last of what was on the counter Jun would move to the opposite side of Oracle as Renegade, using her light to grab the few splints that were for the hand on her side. ”I’m sorry I can’t heal them outright...” Jun would start, a hint of self disappointment on her voice as she enveloped Oracle's hand in warm light. ”...You will need these for now.” She’d give Oracle a soft look, waiting for affirmation before using her light to ensure Oracle’s fingers were properly straight and slipping the splints on as she’d seen Renegade do earlier.
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Post by Countess on Nov 7, 2024 3:28:58 GMT
Barbara fights the urge to laugh a little. "Here's hoping Charles is still in Wizard Jail," she says dryly. He had spells, illusionary ones. Could he also mess with her memories like that? "We can go through CCTV when we get back to our place," she says, trying to ease him a little with an action item they can work on tangibly. As much as he is holding back for her, she is pouring it all out for him. She's the one who got hurt, yet all she can think of is trying to comfort this kid she loves so much. "Hey, I made it. Everything is okay, yeah?" she says, lifting up a hand to give him a pat on the crown of his head. The hoodie is put over her, and she actually chuckles this time, painfully. "Yes sir," she says in mock seriousness. He sounds like her dad.
Barbara takes the little time that Dames goes off for a blanket to ponder next moves. She is wholeheartedly benched for the time being. There is no way she can hide this, as much as she might want to, from the Justice League. That means she needs to get ahead of this, not play juvenile games. She needs to set a good example for Dames, anyways. When they get back to her, she peers at her brother. "We have to tell the Justice League what happened," Barbara murmurs. She doesn't like it, but pride gets heroes killed. She had a brush with that today, a hard wake up call. "Jun- would you be willing to give a report of your perspective? There are a few people that will want to meet you, even more that will want to thank you," she says, grinning. Barbara is beloved, but that comes with other things she doesn't like. The sympathy, the pity... "You really, really helped me out. You didn't have to. You could have done a lot of other things, but instead you stuck your neck out for me. Thank you," she says, eyes prickling with tears that she blinks away.
Dutifully, she offers her hands for the two to fix the splints on. "You've done more than a lot of other people would do. I gotta ask... your abilities, what are they? Have you considered using them on a larger scale?" she asks. Just who is this woman out of time? "Do you have a place to stay?" she adds, now worried about this young woman.
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Post by Nomz on Nov 7, 2024 5:26:04 GMT
Damian would nod his head once in understanding, thankful that the medic had agreed to his request of covering up Barbara. He couldn't quite place why her state of undress bothered him. He knew it had nothing to do with her body for he had seen far too many in his life. No, the young man thinks to himself as he works on tucking in his beloved sister, it must be because of how vulnerable she looks. His sister is a force to be reckoned with. She should look the part.
"I can write the report for you," Damian offers in that same tone, trying his best for comforting as he works to cover Barbara in the blanket without disobeying the medic's orders. He slumps into his rolling stool, watching the two women interact. He would 100% write up the report for his sister and not just because it would give him the most accurate information on what happened.
He glances at his companions, thankful that his eyes are hidden behind his domino and their white lenses. Damian thinks he's following the line of thought that his sister is lying down and finds himself not as opposed to it as he should be. Maybe his training is slipping?
”You are deafened because you have not found your voice.”
Maybe his voice doesn't lie in his training?
"If you do not have a place to stay," Damian starts, confidence returning with each word, "I am sure we can find accommodations for you. After all, you saved my sister even though you were not obligated to do so. Many would have turned away. You did not. Allow us a chance to aid in return."
That sounds like his voice.
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Post by darkkon on Nov 8, 2024 0:38:46 GMT
- ”We have to tell the Justice League what happened.” - ”I can write the report for you.” - Did one of them not want to report it? Were her actions unsanctioned perhaps? Or maybe just an affirmation that they still need to do it. Regardless, it was none of her business. - ”Jun- would you be willing to give a report of your perspective? There are a few people that will want to meet you, even more that will want to thank you,” - ”Of course.” Jun would respond in warm affirmation, she was expecting as much anyway, along with a rather thorough debriefing considering her being an outsider. Though, she wondered who she might meet.
- ”You really, really helped me out. You didn’t have to. You could have done a lot of other things, but instead you really stuck your neck out for me. Thank you.” - ”I... You are most welcome.” Jun would reply in a soft tone, a warm caring smile upon her face as she positioned herself to replace the splints on Oracle’s hand on her side. She caught herself before she could say “I could not have.”, she wouldn’t have been able to not do whatever she could to help, but it felt inappropriate in the moment.
- “You’ve done more than a lot of other people would do. I gotta ask... your abilities, what are they? Have you considered using them on a larger scale? Do you have a place to stay?” - ”I...” Jun started, but paused both to focus on applying the last of her splints and because she was a bit hesitant to speak of her situation. She knew she wasn’t exactly supposed to be here in the first place. ”If you do not have a place to stay. I am sure we can find accommodations for you. After all, you saved my sister even though you were not obligated to do so. Many would have turned away. You did not. Allow us a chance to aid in return.” -
Jun would ensure Oracle’s last splint was in place before shifting to listen to her brother speak. A grateful smile upon her face at his offer. ”That is most generous of you.” She’d start, her tone polite, gracious. Though, deep down she was saddened by the notion that many would have turned away from helping. ”I... do not have a place.” She’d admit a bit shyly, hesitating at first, shifting her gaze between Renegade and Oracle. ”I arrived in New York earlier today.” She’d offer a simple explanation, tone implying she would be willing to answer questions on the matter, but she had other questions to answer first.
”My abilities...” Jun would start hesitantly, focusing her attention on Oracle as it was her question she’s addressing. ”The healing, cleansing, and repairing is magic, but...” She’d trail off for a moment, contemplating both how to and how much she should relay about her light. ”The light I used to move, carry, and sew is... part of me?” Jun would finish with an upward inflection after glancing towards Oracles’ abdomen upon mentioning ‘sew’, unsure if her words would make sense.
Something occurred to her at that moment. She wasn’t trying to explain herself to normal people, this was the Justice League, they were good people, they had a demigod in their ranks, and they had a magic doorway and a teleportation system. They knew exactly what type of forces were out there. After a centering breath, Jun would start anew. ”I apologize, I need not be so vague or careful with my words.” She’d start, tone less hesitant and genuinely apologetic as she glanced between Oracle and Renegade.
”I am a Shinto warrior-shaman. I protected my people from Yokai for years, but I fear I am ill prepared for... a larger scale.” She’d finish, a bit unsure of herself, borrowing from Oracle’s question as she looked around to sort of motion to the world broadly. Getting used to modern society was... daunting. She would love to help more, but she had no idea where to begin, where she was needed, why she was pulled towards New York or away from home in the first place.
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Post by Countess on Nov 11, 2024 22:54:44 GMT
Dames is doting on her, and Barbara isn't sure if she is upset over it or touched. She wants him to treat her harder, thinking she can handle it... But she also wants this softness she knows he seldom shows. "I talk, you type?" she offers to him as a middle ground on the offer to write up the report. Best to have it be that way, anyways. "Going to be hard, anyways," she says, holding up her newly splinted fingers. She has a grin on her face, trying to make the joke funny, not sad. Her heart swells as Dames picks up from where she left off- Jun needs a place to stay, and she is someone useful to have around. Maybe that is the Bruce in her, but that type of person is worth keeping close. Very close.
"For now... We've got a couch," Babs offers, looking to Damian. Will he be okay with that? She's already seen her face. "I can leverage other safe houses in the Justice League network," she adds, letting him know there are other options. "You could even stay here," she says, but does not like that answer. There is a telepad right there.
Silence blooms in the room- Babs knows she and Dames bombarded Jun just a little there. She waits, careful and patient. The answer is... interesting. Unexpected. "Today?" she asks, almost sitting up again. "Taken care of. Don't worry about it, Jun," Babs answers. God- what a scary feeling, one she understands.
"Perhaps then..." Barbara says, thinking on Jun's answer. "I could get you in contact with Darkwatch? They are this time and world's magic users. Sometimes they do big stuff, sometimes they do little stuff. But- it might be nice to be around people with abilities and knowledge that compliments yours?" she says, words lilting up like a question. "Wonder Woman can get you in contact with them. She... they... there is some bad blood between the Justice League and them, choices made by people in the heat of the moment, friendships... burned," she says carefully. "Wonder Woman has been carefully keeping the bridge from going entirely up in flames. We are all on the same side, after all."
Barbara carefully sits up, wincing. "I think... I think it is time to go home, though. Renegade... are you okay if Jun joins us?"
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Post by Nomz on Nov 12, 2024 0:51:35 GMT
"You talk, I type," he agrees easily and offers her an eye-roll at her joke. He knows she's trying to be funny and, just this once, he'll let her think she is. He's just happy she seems okay.
Damian is uncertain if 'generous' is a word he wishes to have applied to himself. He was merely doing what needed to be done, a favor for a favor, wasn't he? He meets Barbara's eyes as she glances up at him, asking him if it is okay. Another acknowledgement that it is their home.
"You should stay with us, at least for the night. As you can see, New York is not the safest city when you are alone," Damian tells Jun, backing up his sister while also confirming that he is perfectly alright with the medic staying the night. He listens in that quiet way that implies he is taking note of every word and action you take. Damian's experience with proper magic is almost nonexistent, more so when it comes to healing magic. He has no words of encouragement here and relies on Barbara to bridge that gap.
When his sister moves to sit up, Damian's hand rests on her shoulder and he pushes himself to his feet. He makes no moves to find and get a wheelchair. Not after that talk so many nights ago with Storm. Damian will not put her in something she has felt trapped in. He tips his head up at the medic even as he makes room to help his sister to her feet if she wants it, "Are you coming?"
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Post by darkkon on Nov 14, 2024 0:44:08 GMT
- ”I talk, you type? Going to be hard, anyways.” - ”You talk, I type.” - It seems gallows humor is alive and well here too, perhaps it was the shared dangers of a hard life. Nonetheless, Oracle's joke coupled with her brother’s eye roll elicited a genuine smile, soft and weary, but genuine.
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- ”For now... We’ve got a couch. I can leverage other safe houses in the Justice League network, you could even stay here.” - Stay with them? That is... a comforting thought. She was not looking forward to being left alone wondering what was to come. Plus, she would be on hand if Oracle needed assistance. The glance Oracle gave her brother told her that he would be the deciding factor in this, if it was his place too then it was only fair.
- ”You should stay with us, at least for the night. As you can see, New York is not the safest city when you are alone.” - ”Thank you.” Jun would respond, a heartfelt graciousness in her voice as she looked from Oracle to Renegade, lingering on the young man for a moment. His words lifted a weight from her chest she hadn’t realized was there.
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- ”Today?” - Jun nodded affirmingly. - ”Taken care of. Don’t worry about it, Jun.” - She nodded once more, a thankful smile upon her face. - ”Perhaps then... I could get you in contact with Darkwatch? They are this time and world’s magic users. Sometimes they do big stuff, sometimes they do little stuff. But- it might be nice to be around people with abilities and knowledge that compliments yours?” - Darkwatch? She hadn’t heard that name before. Were they affiliated with the Sanctums? Though, Oracle’s mention of ’this time and world’s’ reminded Jun that she really needed to clear up what she said earlier as soon as possible.
- ”Wonder Woman can get you in contact with them. She... they... there is some bad blood between the Justice League and them, choices made by people in the heat of the moment, friendships... burned. Wonder Woman has been carefully keeping the bridge from going entirely up in flames. We are all on the same side, after all.” - Wonder Woman was affiliated with them too? Integral to the two groups’ continued partnership by the sounds of it. Wait, she was going to get to meet her?!?
”Careful.” Jun would urge, a gentle concern on her face and in her tone as Oracle sat herself upright. The last thing Oracle needs right now is to split open her stitches. - ”I think... I think it is time to go home, though. Renegade... are you okay if Jun joins us?” - Already!?! She just got her gut stitched shut, she really shouldn’t be exerting herself. - ”Are you coming?” - ”I need to explain something I said earlier first, before she called you.” Jun would shift her gaze and nod towards Renegade, before turning back to Oracle. Her tone did not carry any guilt, only a desire to set things right.
”When I told you I was from a different time, I panicked. In the state you were in, I thought it was the best way to explain my lack of knowledge with modern technology. I am from this time, but, my people are very reclusive, and we live a...” Jun paused for a moment, pondering a proper description. ”Pre-Meiji life in regards to technology.” She’d finish her explanation, hoping one of them would understand the historical reference point.
”I am sorry for the deception.” Jun would tack on sincerely, bowing apologetically as she spoke. When she returned upright, she would cast a worried look at Oracle’s stitched abdomen. ”Would you permit me to carry you? Or cast your chest in light, at least?” She’d ask politely, worry in her voice, before realizing something. ”Should I bring your blood, some extra stitching?” Another question, as she looked towards the cold storage Renegade put her extra blood bags in, then to the cupboard with the stitching. Whatever the answers, she would comply with Oracles wishes, ready to take her home.
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