[color=#00FF7F][center][h1]James Harris[/h1][/center][/color]

James almost couldn't believe what he was hearing when the kid responded.

[b]"It hath been, a few days shy of a fortnight hence I last ate a true meal, and longer still sense I hath felt the comfort of a warm bed. But worry not magic man, for I have freshly hunted for venison with success. Thou art welcome to join me in supper if thine wishes, but alas I have no bedding or shelter to share."[/b]

Ignoring the medieval speech for now (James figured it was a part of the kid’s hero persona) – the kid had basically just admitted to being homeless. James couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason the kid did something so reckless as to try to treat a bullet wound on his own. The boy was probably afraid of being found out by a social worker, or if he was eighteen, he probably didn’t have any assurance and wouldn’t be able to afford any over the top medical bills – that doesn’t explain why he didn’t at least make a stop at a free clinic, but James will shelve that particular lecture topic for now. Instead choosing to focus on the issue that was currently more pressing: The kid’s living situation. From the comment about venison, James could only assume the blond was living in the woods. That was not a good long-term plan, especially not if the kid was planning on making getting injured a habit…

Opening his mouth to relay exactly that to the boy in front of him, James was interrupted before he could even get the first syllable out. Instead, he watched, stunned silent as a literal freaking velociraptor straight out of a freaking Jurassic Garden movie went barrelling past them. Once his eyes could no longer track the speeding dinosaur after he/it/they(?) disappeared into the treeline, James closed them and brought both his hands up to his helmet – wishing desperately for a moment that they could melt through just so that he could rub his temples. In that moment all his slowly healing injuries just ached and he simply felt tired - desiring nothing more than to fall face first on his bed right now and to never get up. All he wanted was to grab some take-out from Wu’s before enjoying his first night off in ages…instead he got involved with a darned museum heist (even if his only role so far had been to supply first aid) met a dragon (who seemed to have gone off somewhere while he was occupied with the blond – currently homeless – boy) and was apparently turning into someone who gave gold star stickers out like they were candy on Halloween! How did his life become so weird in less than a night?!

His moment of mourning must’ve lasted longer than he thought, as the velociraptor soon returned. Reporting in a raspy voice that [color=yellow][b]"The enemies have escaped."[/b][/color] before inquiring [color=yellow][b]"May I know who you are?[/b][/color] The kid immediately struck a pose, standing tall and proud as he introduced himself. [b]"I am Arthur Pendragon, one true king of the holy land of Britania. Protector of the weak and downtrodden. It is my sworn oath to protect this land and its people."[/b] Well, alright then. He based his heroic persona off of the legend of King Arthur…explains his medieval vibe.

Looking between both James and the raptor, Arthur then proceeded to follow up his introduction with the following question. [b]"Might I inquire as to the name of my saviour, and to you, who art noble enough to aid in our fight without request?"[/b] After giving their new arrival a chance to respond, James gave him a polite nod in greeting before opening his mouth to answer as well, only to notice that their little group had been joined by more heroes as one of them approached, hands in the air – probably trying to show that he meant no harm. [color=#CC3610]“Well, I’m no king, but you can call me Crystalis, and I guess I missed whatever happened here. Is anyone hurt?”[/color]

Subconsciously, James pulled his leather jacket closed to try to hide the bloodstains – wincing as the movement pulled against his wounds. He’ll be fine after a shower and a good night’s sleep, so it’d be pointless to bring attention to it. Instead, he kept his voice light as he answered Crystalis’ question. [color=#00FF7F] “None I know of that can’t be fixed by a good night’s sleep and some food.” [/color] As he said that, he gave the new arrivals a critical look, scanning them for any injuries. Upon not finding any, though, he gave a satisfied nod before introducing himself as well. [color=#00FF7F] “I’m…uh…call me…Medic.” [/color] He would have used his real name, but the last thing he wants is for someone to trace what he did here back to him. If his family were to find out about his powers from the media and not him, they’ll tear him apart. [color=#00FF7F] “And the rest of you are?” [/color] Turning back to Arthur after the others finished introducing themselves, James put a hand on the boy’s shoulder to help steady the blond if he needed it, disguising it as a simple friendly gesture (making sure to keep his touch light and easily shaken off if unwelcome). His next words were said quietly, meant only for Arthur and the wolf that was still right next to the boy.

[color=#00FF7F] “I know that isn’t a name, like you requested, but I’ll be happy to tell you once we’re back at my place. Because that [i]is[/i] where we’re going after this and while there you [i]will[/i] eat a proper meal and get at [i]least[/i] twelve hours of sleep. I did not fix you up only for you to die because you didn’t have a safe place to go to.” [/color] Giving a nod to the wolf, James also addressed him in that same quiet voice, [color=#00FF7F] “You’re welcome to join your friend too, of course.” [/color] That settled (and it [i]was[/i]. James will drag the boy there by the ear if he had to) James turned back to the other gathered heroes, clearing his throat slightly. [color=#00FF7F] “So, is the rest of the museum secure then? No more troublemakers?” [/color] 

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[@everyone currently assembled at the current location]