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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planet
When: Early on while on the planet, probably

[Wrath's always been a high energy person, but whatever is going on with her augment glitching, it's turned the energy knob up to eleven, yanked it off, and thrown it out the window. Well. Half the time. The other half she might be asleep, facedown on the floor.

But hopefully before her bouts of hyperactivity really start to grate on her crewmates (no, Wrath, their morale is just fine) they arrive at the planet and there's a whole new place for her to explore.

At first she tries to be mindful of her medical directives, but then she finds a saloon, and she ends up playing a game of darts, or maybe arm wrestling some guy three times her size (she wins) and... it all just goes downhill from there.

Welcome to Wrath doing her best impression of her pre-back-injury self. Which involves public drunkenness with optional nudity, loud and off-key singing, bar brawls, and

CRASH

getting thrown out a (first floor, thankfully) window.

She lays on the ground next to her cane, which thankfully hasn't been broken, surrounded by shards of glass. And tries to get up, which is a bit like watching a turtle that's been turned on its back trying to right itself, giggling happily the whole time.]

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[Wrath may have luckily only been thrown out a first floor window. Vash who was just to head into the bar for a drink? Not so much. He's crushed under Wrath weight and sits there until she's able to get off of him.]

Anyone see that sand steamer that hit me?

I have no idea what that is but I bet they can make one in there.

[She grabs one of his wrists and seems set to just try to drag him into the saloon without letting him even get his feet first. Never mind the angry people coming out toward her. You know. The ones that threw her out the window to begin with. One large man is sporting a profusely bleeding nose.]

[Vash allows himself to be dragged at first as he tries to gather his wits again. Tripping over his own feet as he tries to get back up. Oh, look at those angry guys!] Uhhh-ahh. Is there a reason those guys look so angry and ah, bleeding?

Oh yeah! I punched that guy! And. Uh. That guy! [Pointing with a wavering finger.] And that guy... [Squint. Frown for a moment. Grin.] Oh yeah! I bit him!

Ahhh. [Vash locks his legs and now grabs back onto the girl attempting to drag him towards death.] I just had a GREAT idea. Let's NOT go back in there! I know a great place for a good time!

What, a better time? Are there bigger guys to fight? Let me at 'em!

[The scary guys advance. Once of them may be growling. Wrath growls back.

Run, Vash.]

Yeah. Sure. Bigger. [And invisible.] Sorry! [Just a very quick apology as Vash attempts to scoop Wrath off her feet to take off running if he's able to do so. He'd prefer NOT to get kicked for his troubles, but sometimes that happens, as he grabs her cane as he makes his escape.]

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[She's heavy, way heavier than someone her size should be (thank you, composite skeleton) but he should still be able to manage her with no problems.

And the impromptu ride gets a shriek of pure delight out of her.] Woo! FASTER! Let's kick some ass!

[Vash stumbles a bit, not expecting such a dense weight, but quickly rights himself and compensates. Sometimes having a metal arm really comes in handy.] Uh, huh. Sure! Whatever you say!

[Vash takes off running, surprisingly quickly, and soon out runs the guys chasing them. Anyone clever enough to try to throw something or shoot at the retreating pair missing as Vash occasionally "stumbles" and manages to miss anything aimed at them.

It's when he's sure that he's lost them does he slow down to more of a walk. Let's see. There was a doctor somewhere around here, right?] Phew. Are you sure you're alright? [He did see you fall out of a building. He's also hoping she forgot about the idea of finding more people to fight.]

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[...oh honey, you are not Okay.

Rogue pauses as she sees the woman giggling on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass -- and that bright pink hair is hard as hell to miss -- and she's sorry, but no. No.]

Wrath, stop it.

[Totally effective, y/y? Just walking over with a concerned scowl on her face now and moving to hunker down beside her.] Take a breath.

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I'm good. I'm good. Just gotta. Get up. Get back in the fight. This is great!

Yeah. [She is so entirely not having any of this.] For all that, you're doin' an entirely excellent impression of a flipped turtle.

[She held up three fingers.] How many fingers am I holdin' up?

Well you should give me a hand up. Gotta help a fallen brother!

[Wrath, Rogue isn't a soldier. Come on.]

Uh. [Squint.] That's not fair. I'm bad at math. Um. Three?

Yeah, no. [Getting the number right on a guess???? Doesn't mean anything about the state of Wrath's back, just her head, and that's... questionable.] Ya ain't goin' anywhere unless I've got a doctor here ta tell me it's safe to move ya.

[Seriously, that is not that high of a window. She shouldn't be all... flipped turtle over this unless something is wrong. Rogue straightens to start looking for her communicator.]

Oh come on, man. Medical doesn't have to get in on this. They're all fucking killjoys. Toss you out of your fucking career and say you're crazy and shit.

Uh-huh. [Fascinating as the sidebar insight into Wrath's past is, Rogue is more annoyed with the fact that she's not really listening and still trying to get up to go back to fight. She's also a bit torn - Rogue's not really the type to call a doctor when someone says not to do it, she respects choice too much. But... this just doesn't look good. Maybe another avenue?] Well, who's your captain? Maybe they can be here an' help ya make the call.

My CO's Captain Romanoff.

I bet she could kick the shit out of some people, she's awesome.

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[Fortunately for Wrath, Beverly is on her way back to her ship from seeing patients in the community right as Wrath is thrown out the window. Beverly shouts in alarm and immediately rushes to her friend's side.]

Wrath? Wrath, talk to me.

[And for god's sake, quit giggling. At least that means she isn't in too much pain. Beverly glares up at the broken window, but whoever threw Wrath is long gone. She pulls the tricorder out of her medkit and starts scanning, making sure it is safe to move Wrath before she does anything else.]

[Wrath is feeling no pain right now. She is not find, though. Someone has been running around like she doesn't have a chronic injury.]

Hi Beverly! Just. Wanted to lay down a sec. Ready to get back in action. I gotta kick some motherfucker's ass.

[Beverly rests a firm hand on Wrath's shoulder.]

Oh no you don't. Not if I have anything to say about it. You're lucky as it is that you didn't break something.

But Beverly! [Whine.] He told me to eat a dick. I gotta make him eat dick. That's how it works.

No one is making anyone eat any dicks today.

[Add that to her ever growing list of things she never thought she'd be saying.

Wrath's in bad shape, but Beverly has at least determined that it's okay to move her. Time to try to get her to the clinic. She stashes the tricorder, then gently slides one arm behind Wrath's back and helps her sit up.]

All right, do you think you can stand?

But Beverly--

[Dicks, Beverly. THEY ARE NOT GOING TO EAT THEMSELVES.]

Stand? I can fight!

[Figure out the standing thing first, Wrath. Which is. Well. She's having to lean against Beverly a lot. But she'll be damned before she admits to being in pain.]

[Technically, yes, that is standing. Yet Beverly isn't too convinced Wrath's going to be able to walk very far like this. She bites her lip. The Blue Fish is docked all the way on the outskirts of town - not that "town" is particularly big, but it's big enough.]

Let's try taking a few steps first, shall we?

[She's got one arm firmly wrapped around Wrath's waist, just in case.]