9771/Of Heroes and Fairy Kings....

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Of Heroes and Fairy Kings....
Date of Scene: 26 October 2019
Location: Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis: Bean finds out about Winifred, and how she came to be badly injured enough to need both Shannon and Triage. The hunt is on... maybe?
Cast of Characters: Nightingale, Samuel Morgan




Nightingale has posed:
     It had been a little while since the last time Shannon had wound up in the medbay, thankfully. But there were no two ways around it this time, if the bandages covering various parts of the young mutant's body were any indication. Enough of her fingers were free to have left her with the means to deal with her phone, but a good portion of her was largely covered in either the ubiquitous fashion statement of hospitals everywhere, or bandages. Her face seems to be little more than sunburned, though, albeit painfully so. She's also got a sheet covering her lower half for modesty's sake. She's just setting a pair of earbuds in her ears and fixing to head off to sleep with some music, letting nature take its course from there.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's not quite a bull in a china shop. Not quite the charge of the light brigade. But Bean enters the med lab in a manner that can only be described as 'at pace', practically knocking the door aside on his way in. It doesn't take long to spot Shannon... after all, she's once again in her familiar spot. So he heads over, expression unreadable, concern mixing with anger to create a visage that would have won him quite a tidy sum in a Las Vegas casino. But for all the rush, all the bluster, all the energy expended in coming down here, he seems to be utterly speechless when he finally does arrive. Standing there by her bedside, forlorn.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks open her eyes and manages a light smile. "Hey, Bean... where's the fire?" Apparently, by the looks of it, she got caught in said fire. Or someone did. With her, it was a little hard to tell. She reaches over with a partially bandaged hand, and tries to offer a reassuring pat on his arm. "Don't worry, I didn't take this one on alone."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Not quite knowing what else to do, Bean finds himself a stool and rolls it over, so he can sit next to Shannon's bed and lean forward. It's almost comical that she should be the one trying to reassure him, and not the other way around. "... How?" It takes a while to formulate the questions, even for a mind that is used to rapid calculation. "I'm glad you didn't fly solo on this, but... what happened?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Winifred Burke. The one Mr. McCoy had me help heal the last time... remember she saved some mutant kids?" Shannon sighs, the deep breath hurting her and making her cough. The healing must have been a bad one, to have her doing that. "She was lynched. Friends of Humanity. They doused her and lit her up. Triage and I did what we could." She frowns slightly, wincing a little bit at the motion. "May need to talk to Jean or Scott, though. She was starting to ask for help neither of us could promise on our own."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
"I remember her, yes." And from the fleeting smile, Bean seems to share Shannon's opinion on her. A non-mutant that got in the way of a Sentinel killing those mutant kids? That's a hero right there. But what follows next turns his blood to ice, and his smiles twitches for a moment at the corners. "Lynched?" It's an ugly word, with ugly connotations. Every shade of meaning parades through Bean's quickly processing mind, latching onto words like 'doused' and 'lit her up'.

    "By the friends of humanity?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon moves her head in what would be something of a nod. "Didn't you see the news broadcast earlier today?" She reaches for her phone and taps a few things, turning the device around to show Bean. Okay, so her bestie was a technopath and could probably find the information on his own. But it gave her something to do. "She was set on fire. Twice. Friends of Humanity."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I haven't been..." No, Bean hasn't been paying attention to the news. He desperately wants to avoid articles or news flashes about gangs being mysteriously assaulted all over the city. He did what he did for reasons he believes are just, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. But it's inevitable when Shannon pulls out her phone. Yes, Bean is a technopath, and is looking at the footage even before the screen is turned his way.

    There's an odd pounding noise in his ears that he can't quite place. A hint of maroon around the edges of his vision, while the rest seems to wash out, fade to grey... "I see. In Harlem." It's the same inflection as a targeting computer confirming coordinates for a strike.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon has started to become accustomed to a lot of Bean's mannerisms, but this was a new one on her. It did not sound good. It came close to something she might hear out in the field, and in those times, he could be a force to be reckoned with. "Bean... what is it? What are you thinking?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Ah, of course. That was his own heartbeat he was hearing. He even becomes aware of it in that oddly detached way after a few moments... just like how Bean can suddenly hear the buzzing of the lights, the rustling of cloth whenever someone in the room moves... all his senses have ramped up to their full potential. His vision pulses, bright spots overlaying his sight, the red creeping in from the edges until color returns, and everything stands out with pinpoint clarity.

    A smile now, but one that once again fails to continue all the way up to his eyes. "Don't worry. I'm just very happy you were able to help her." There will be blood over this.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Bean..." Though soft, Shannon's voice has taken on a note of concern, perhaps even warning. "So am I... but don't you go doing anything foolish. Got told once a little while back... 'Make a stand, but do it with the school. Make sure you're not alone'." Her sigh is a little lighter this time, as she is not keen on triggering another cough. "Believe me, scheisse like this makes me see red, too. But at least helping Triage heal her is a nice little middle finger to the Friends of Humanity. This time, they lost."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    PR stunts, hacking MeTube to upload doctored videos, speeches, rallies, news articles. It's all well and good, but despite everything they've done so far, Bean just feels that the Friend of Humanity are only getting bolder. Setting a woman on fire? And not even a mutant, but a mutant sympathizer? Where is this going to end? He knows fear tactics when he sees them, and he knows the playbook those attacks are coming from. He knows it cover to cover, and it's time to go quote chapter and verse to a few reprobates.

    When he replies, he seems utterly in control of himself, smiling a benevolent smile. "When have I ever done anything foolish? Don't worry. You just focus on getting better, because it looks to me that I'm going to be running alone in the mornings again."

Nightingale has posed:
     Something about that seemingly benevolent smile nags at the edges of Shannon's mind. It was just a little -too- perfect. She smiles a little bit herself, though, shrugging lightly. "At least tomorrow morning. Depends on Triage resting up and refueling to maybe spring me sooner. Please... make a stand /with/ the school?" Something told her that getting Bean to listen this time was going to be easier said than done.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I promise you..." Bean begins as he stand up, putting a hand on a part of Shannon's arm that isn't swaddled in bandages, and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "... I will always stand with the school. Now rest up. Before Cannonball comes down here and actually installs that plaque."

Nightingale has posed:
     "No going to hunt down the Friends of Humanity on your own. Got it?" Shannon lightly pats the top of his hand, cracking a slight smile; at least this one reaches her eyes. "You want me to rest, fine. But..." Here, she has to force herself to think through a translation, which is an interesting thing in of itself. "bitte sei nicht dumm Arbeite hier mit unseren Freunden, arbeite nicht alleine. Sag Cannonball ... oder ich werde."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
Samuel smiles. "Schlafen Sie jetzt. Und ich sehe dir am Morgen." With that, he gently pulls his hand back and starts to walk out, no longer in such a blinding hurry. Time to open the bag, grab his gear and go hunting...

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods and smiles a little bit, glad to see something of a smile back on Bean's face. The healing had taken it out of her, and she just wanted to close her eyes for a moment. "guten Abend", she murmurs, reaching for her phone. She taps out something quickly, and only then puts her earbuds back in. She was very lucky to have a bestie who cared so much, she really was.