driftfleet | voice. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN.

Who: Max (potentially featuring an injured and less-lucid Maggie) and you...!
Broadcast: Fleetwide | Voice
Action: N/A (Unless you're coming to pick up! We'll see based on threads. Or if you find him on the Starstruck after all this.)
When: Sometime now, whatevs. After this very intense encounter.

[Max has elected to put it to voice; easier to talk when one arm is currently giving blood, but not video to alarm anyone of this very scene. Maggie's lost a lot of blood, but Max is hoping to rectify that a little bit until they can get some help. Speaking of help — time to get some of that. His voice is gruff and calm, but there's an underlying urgency to his words.]

Need pick up, got someone down here on the ring who's hurt pretty bad. Her name's Maggie.

Don't know which ship she's from, but she's got a neck injury from a knife, near the back. Lost a lot of blood... Got it closed up and she's not critical. [Yet. He's pretty sure. She's drowsy as hell and she'll be weak for a while, but she should pull through.] Need a ship to pick us up, though. I can't move her like this on my own through the forest and she shouldn't go long without a real medical bay.

[A thoughtful pause.]

... I didn't do it, by the way.

[Look, he knows he's caused some shit before, but he has been so good. Seriously.

He'll do her a favor and try not to mention she did it to herself yet. He's not sure if he will or not... Honesty is more his policy on injuries. But...]

[Action | Starstruck, optionally]

[Eventually, he'll probably end up back on the Starstruck after getting her somewhere safe and clean and medically sound, sighing a big grumbly sigh and crawling off into the shuttle to sleep off his stress for the day. Y'all are monsters, making him care like a real person. Monsters. He'll have to check on her later, in secret, where she will never know. Perfect plan.

Don't mind if he has blood on him, he'll go to the bathroom to wash it off. He's gonna be a bit woozy on his feet for a few days.

Better than having his neck cut into, though.]

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[He slowly takes the pouch, and he doesn't disguise the way he checks the thing over for any signs of tampering at all. He settles with it in his hand -- unused but accepted, so far -- and hums.]

I'm fine.

Well you look half-dead but I'm not about to argue. [that may actually just be what he always looks like. aizawa's gonna start calling you all 'furiosa-types' m'kay] If you need anything- sleep aids, painkillers, more of that, [points at the drink,] come find me in the medbay. Or just rummage around and get it yourself, I don't care. We should be fully stocked now.

[...and that's all. look at that, interaction complete! off aizawa goes to hang around in the labs, probably to doze on one of the beds honestly]

[Well... IDK what you're expecting in this thread, but. I'm not gonna go visit.]

[Oh look, he's visiting.

The medbay suddenly has a hobbling man in it, begrudgingly coming to take up the offer. He had planned to just sleep it all off, but his knee is throbbing a bit fiercely today. Probably from helping carry a stretcher through an uneven forest terrain.]

Hey.

[Good hello, A+. He has a bit of sweat on his forehead, the slightest crinkle of pain to his mild crow's feet.]

... Mmm... Need painkillers.

[Probably obvious it isn't related to the blood-giving stunt, but it doesn't help his coordination either.]

[aizawa genuinely did not expect to see max; or if he did see him, he didn't expect to max to talk to him, so this is definitely a surprise. of course, considering how bad that limp is and the sweat on his face, he's probably looking for something stronger than the painkillers aizawa suspects he usually takes.

so he heads for the cabinet and plucks up a packet of the more heavy-duty stuff to bring back over to him.] One every eight hours. If it's still bad, we've got morphine. [he hesitates a second before handing the packet over.] You might also have some inflammation. If I ask you to let me scan your knee, are you gonna say no?

Edited 2017-02-27 16:57 (UTC)

Yeah, no.

[He holds out a hand, takes the packet.]

Not a fan of doctors. Even if I was... aahh... I'd probably just punch you like the last one.

Fair enough. [he had a feeling anyway.

he heads over to the cabinet and grabs a large bottle of pills to hand to max too.] Take this supplement twice daily. Glucosamine chondroitin. Restores damaged cartilage. [Not that it'll fix a kneecapped knee, but it should at least help with the pain and inflammation.]

Ah...

[A thoughtful noise, a rumble in his chest, as he carefully takes the bottle. A little girl's voice chides over and over you don't know him you don't know him you don't know him. He's going to be teeter-tottering over whether to take these or not for many days to come.]

... This, mn... coming from your augment?

No, this one's from me. I know a lot of people with joint issues. [comes with the job and all, he'll probably have them too]

Huh.

[He rolls the bottle in his hand.]

You're from — Ochako's world.

[He says names slow and awkward, still working on the commonality of using them to begin with.

He figures he likely transferred here because of her, anyway.]

[quirks a brow at her given name; is she handing that one out then?] Yes. She's one of my students. She told you about me?

[Actually, Max just took to her first name because he's a gruff simple wastelander who reads names off crew rosters. He knew your name for a hot second until he forgot because he didn't care. It's the thought that counts, okay?]

Just came to conclusions, mostly.

You help with the...

[He wiggles his hands in the air, miming her abilities. Sorta.]

[well, it's not like he'd kept it particularly hush. considering how often max is in the cargo bay, he must've seen them training together at least once or twice.] Her quirk, yeah. It's a hero school; the kids learn to control their powers, put them to good public use. [to summarize.]

... Weird name for powers.

A 'quirk'.

Could be a translation thing. [doesn't sound weird to him, anyway; it's just what it's called] Do you sleep in the cargo bay a lot? I can make sure we don't use the room while you're in it.

Live in the cargo bay.

[He just hoards shit in his room, really.]

It doesn't matter anyway. Do whatever you need. [a shrug] S'good to train.

So it is. [but friend of uraraka's or not, aizawa doesn't make it a habit to get too in depth when discussing his students with unrelated parties.]

Well, let me know if you need that shot. I'll be here all day today and tomorrow.

Edited 2017-03-07 22:30 (UTC)

Mmm. I'll remember... doc.

[He shrugs, pocketing the goods and making his way out.

Hobbles, really.]

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