13408/Sometimes you're the bug.

Sometimes you're the bug.
Date of Scene:	31 May 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	After Phoebe takes armor-piercing rounds to the shoulder, she needs a place to rest in Bludhaven. Fortunately, she knows a place. Lucifer gets a better sense of what Phoebe is. Phoebe is surprised that Lucifer is capable of healing her.
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Lucifer

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    There is a saying, 'sometimes you're the windshield, sometime you're the bug'.

    Tonight, the Sparrowhawk was the bug. She had not been expecting the two people in the alleyway to have high-powered rounds. Her shoulder got shredded.

    She was sure, elsewhere in Gotham City, Red Robin was probably disturbed that she allowed herself to get hit. She had recognized the area, and had made her way to Melville to the one place that she had a friend, the safe house being too far away.

    Her armor was stashed, and by the time the co-ed made made it down to the alleyway, to the back door of Lux, she had her hand over her wound, making bone and flesh knit partially before she raised her bloody hand to the back door, and pounded on it.

    She pulled out her white card, her thumbprint rendered in red on the corner. She wasn't about to go in the *front* door like this.

Lucifer has posed:
The night had gone smoothly, and Lucifer was just letting his staff go home for the night, locking up behind them. As he moves to begin to retreat to his penthouse, he hears the pounding on his back door. A tilt of his head, a wonder, and in a step he's at the back door and unlocks it, barely opening the door at first until he feels before he sees who's there.

"My word, Phoebe, what's happened? Come in, quickly..." Saying this as he ushers her in and then shuts and locks the door behind her. He's also quick to getting a table and chair brought over - how he does this is a secret - and then he moves to settle her down, kneeling next to her. "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Never been so happy to see a back door." Phoebe admits quietly. She is a mess. Her hair is pulled back and her braids braided on one another. She's wearing a T-shirt that has been blown open, showing the mess of her shoulder and caked with red. Her nose was dripping, and she was wearing what looked like track pants. It's pretty clear that she wasn't just fit for the heck of it.

    She's sat down, and she winces, bringing her hand back to her shoulder, and slowly concentrates her power. If it had a smell, it would *reek* of healing and light.

    "Sorry to catch you at the end of the night, you were the fi-first place I could reach. Two guys in an alleyway. Must have scared them off a drug deal."

Lucifer has posed:
"You're fine, Phoebe...it's absolutely fine..." Lucifer offers, standing after a moment so he can go and retrieve a couple of medkits he has stashed away somewhere. He also grabs a couple bottles of water and some towels, all the things he can't really carry float arounf him before settling on the table when he returns to it.

"Drug deal interrupted? Oh...and they didn't like it so they took it out on you did they?" Asking this even as he opens one of the water bottles before offering it to her. "Drink. I can tell you're healing yourself. Do you have enough power to heal it all or do you need some help?" He looks her over then, if there are bullet wounds, he'll use some sort of Devil Magick to see if there are bullets lodged in her anywhere.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I suppose that cat is out of the bag." Phoebe murmurs quietly to herself. "HEIAP rounds. There were fragments in my shoulder. I wasn't able to get out of the way fast enough. This is... the most painful thing I have ever encountered. It is taking everything right now not to p-pass out." She states, and she hesitantly lifts her hand from it. There were little sparks of metal through the flesh. It was being pushed out. It was not pretty.

    She's sweating.

    "... you're taking this very well. How often do girls show up at your back door to hide from bogey men?"

Lucifer has posed:
"I've been torturing souls for centuries, my dear, a few wounds and a little blood aren't going to throw me..." Lucifer offers this to Phoebe before he then tilts his head. "I figured there was something about you, I just didn't know what. You're light and healing...which makes even more sense why being near you tickles the senses. Touching itches." He could only imagine what more could come from other activities.

Mind your head, Lucifer.

"Here..." He moves her hand from her shoulder. "Get ready to clamp back down on it, and this might hurt..." But if they can interact this much, then hopefully he'll be able to do what he wishes, and hovers his hand over her shoulder to more forcibly retract those fragments from her skin.

At her question, he chuckles. "Not often, but sometimes. How else do you think I work out my favors?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Hugs are out of the question then. I'd hate to cause an allergic reaction." Phoebe replies grimly, lifting her hand further to allow him to see the wound.

    "This is the worst I've ever gotten. A couple small rounds here and there, usually the a- usually I can avoid it." she breathes out, and she closes her eyes as those fragments get dragged out, chunks of metal made to rip and tear at wounds. It's possible one hit the top of her lung.

    She wheezes a moment, then clamps her hand down against her shoulder.

    "Ugh. Forget I asked." she replies, though there's a twitch of a smile on her face.

Lucifer has posed:
"It's not that I'm allergic per se..." Lucifer offers this and then he takes a slow breath. "It's enough of an annoyance that I feel it but... it doesn't bother me. Does that make sense?"

He then assesses her better, and realizes that there is a lot to process healing wise. So, he reaches for one of the medkits that he grabbed and opens it up, presenting it to Phoebe. Inside in a brilliant, pristine white feather. Just a single one.

"Take it. You'll feel better almost as soon as you do..." Cause, his feathers heal. Completely. You could be very near death, hold a feather, and be at complete health again.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    The dark-haired Beacon breathes out a moment, light forming in her palm as she focuses, trying to heal the flesh from the inside out as she teeters slightly.

    And then she looks at the feather.

    And she looks to Lucifer. A

    "This... this may be the pankillers talking... but what is that? Phoenix down? Please tell me it's not phoenix down, that would be so disappointing."

Lucifer has posed:
"It's a feather. Technically it's one of MY feathers. When I'm more on a better mind of self and...it doesn't matter. I don't know what a Phoenix Down is. I know what this is. Please, Phoebe, do us a favor and just take it."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... I can..." she stammers a moment. She winces again, and then she reaches, her hand shaking, and brushes her fingers against the feather's edge before reaching for the quill end, taking th e feather into her healing hand.

    "... but will it work?"

Lucifer has posed:
It only takes a few seconds for both Lucifer and Phoebe to find out. Even just the brushing of fingers against the feather began some of the healing process, but taking it in hand completed it. Almost instantaneously - like a Phoenix Down or a Heal or Revive - her clothing may still be in shambles, and she may still be covered in blood, but there seems to be nothing physically wrong with her anymore. Wound wise. She still has powers, all that good stuff.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe sucks in a breath, the sudden feeling of her powers retreating to not being active anymore causing her to feel a cold chill down her back. Her eyes go wide. Her shoulders square up, and she turns her gaze to Lucifer with a sense of both surprise and relief.

    ".... hokay -- so." she states, and looks to him.

    "Not that I doubted you before, but..." she whispers, and brings her hand to her nose.

    "That is... wow. Oh, /wow/." she breathes out, and she pulls her shirt forward a little bit and looks down.

    "/Wow/."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "I keep it as secret as I wish to with people. I can just as easily erase it from someone's mind as I can tell them." Then he smirks. "Hmmn. So, was it really that you just so happened to be in that particular alley, at the particular time of a drug deal...or did you purposefully go there but didn't expect what you received?"

The feather's powers are now dead. It's a one-use only type of thing. So he closes the box it came from and sets the empty box aside. "And what are you more surprised about? That I am /actually/ the Devil? A fallen? Or that I would be so honest with you from the beginning?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... yeah, the realization that you're letting me keep things from you in spite of your ability to work someone's memory has crossed my mind more than a few times. Which I appreciate, by the way. I have enough trouble with college courses." she states, and she leans back a moment, feeling suddenly cold. That shirt and the sports bra beneath it aren't made for warmth.

    "More surprised that it worked, given the sometimes opposing nature of powers, I guess. Making an assumption there." she breathes out, and draws her legs up. She's wearing dirty socks, not even shoes.

    "I was investigating something that happened in Gotham, that I think bled over into Bludhaven. Attached to those disappearing comatants that were reported in China Basin, leaving just... grease marks instead of unconcious bodies."

    She shrugs.

Lucifer has posed:
"I would think that something divine would outweigh powers...if those powers are based on mutating genetics..." Lucifer thinks on that a moment and then he shrugs again. "Maybe it's also based on some sort of hierarchy..." He surmises this much more and then taps his chin. "I think you and I have discussed this before. When I had other visitors here. Or something..." He muses this and then shakes his head. "We should discuss this later, but you should freshen up and get some sleep. Tonight. Okay?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Got anything in my size? Yours are a bit big for me." Phoebe states, and she stretches her shoulder a moment, and gives a little smile to Lucifer.

    "Great, have a phone I can borrow? I'll call Tim up. He'll make me an arrangement."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head and then smirks, and with a snap of his fingers, Phoebe is wearing blue jean pants, a white tee shirt with a sparkle unicorn on it, white tennis shoes. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own cell phone and hands it to her. "Do what you need to do, my dear. You are safe here. Always."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe pauses, and looks down. And then looks up at Lucifer.

    She opens her mouth, and then narrows her eyes and closes her mouth as she accepts the phone.

    "... thank you." she states, with an earnestness in her voice.

    Of course, she's calling a memorized cellphone number, where a computer picks up on the location as she feeds a memorized conversation into it.

    "Hey Tim -- I'm fine. I need a pick-up at Lux in Melville -- and I lost my jacket, can you bring me one?"

    And then she hangs up, and hands the phone back to Lucifer.

    "Thank you, again."