Midna-Phobia
Location: Therapy School
“Medical equipment?” The loudest of the heroes gave pause at Wraith’s words, seemingly focusing on that one section. His arms crossed as he mulled over that, letting Wraith step inside the building after the other without him. As guilty as Grim was over hurting Wraith in his confusion, the other man was capable if they proved any danger. Plus, he had already let two others escape while he fret over Wraith’s injuries.
It seemed Kitsune didn’t particularly care what Wraith was up to either.
“Hm?” Grim turned his head to look at the fox-faced woman, glowing mask meeting her eyes. “Ah, of course. I appreciate your help - fights with other powered individuals are always a dangerous endeavor.” He once again moved into a sweeping, exaggerated bow towards her, but paused from fully straightening as he caught sight of something he had missed.
There was red staining the side of the fox woman’s white outfit, wet looking at that.
The knowledge had the shadowmancer hesitating, thoughts switching tracks to their admittedly scarce interaction with Kitsune. She didn’t seem the type to accept help, but they’ve exchanged so little. It did, however, tell Grim that he didn’t have the time to go back to questioning her about the kidnapping attempts. Not right now. He would track her down again, like a dog to a bone.
“Well!” Grim straightened out, voice as loud as ever. “I owe you a debt for being the Timmy to my Lassie!” A few punches to his phone had the drone that was still quietly hovering above lower to beside Kitsune. “In the meantime, I will keep an eye on Wraith and make sure any of his less than reputable activities aren’t a danger to anyone that doesn’t deserve it. Until the next fox hunt, Arctic!”
As Grim turned on his heel and strode into the building after Wraith, the drone left beside Kitsune popped open at the wolf head’s emblazoned on it, revealing a small cache of simple medical supplies. Flying med kit, who knew?
Inside the apartments, it wasn’t hard to find where Wraith and the mystery bunny were. There were crashes of things being thrown, property damage, and Grim was already thinking up different rabbit puns he could make. If only they had shown up a smidge earlier to disarm Mindraker, he had a perfect lucky rabbit’s foot quip.
Then again, Grim still didn’t know if the bunny was with or against them.
By the time the canine marked hero got upstairs Wraith was already pawing around the apartment, which was getting closer and closer to being completely trashed.
“Well, you certainly have a hare-trigger.”
Nailed it.
“So Miss Lola, what brings you to our wonderful den? A little late for the fight, and from the looks of it your burrowing around didn’t find anything.” Grim spoke even as he moved through the apartment, idly picking up little curiosities seemingly at random. He never put his back to the stranger, unknown except for the scraps he could vaguely recall about a rabbit faced person on the forums. He made a point to scroll those.
And sometimes get into arguments with people on the internet.
The picture frame in Grim’s hands shattered as he dropped it abruptly hearing Wraith’s voice yelling to stop. In an instant the shadowmancer was in the doorway of the spare bedroom tense and ready to rumble as he moved in.
There was no one there.
Well, no one except Wraith. Talking to himself.
Before focusing on him, Grim moved around the room slowly, reaching out with shadows to test for anyone that could be hidden. There was something … odd, about the room. How the shadows moved beneath his feet. However, his initial glance proved true. It was just Wraith. And he had always been considered… unstable.
It wasn’t more true than now. Grim came to stand in front of Wraith, taking in his rather run down appearance before finally crouching before him.
“Hey.” Grim’s deep voice was surprisingly quiet, soft. “You’re doing good. Keep breathing. Here,” The hero reached out and took Wraith’s hand, giving a moment to him before pressing the man’s palm very carefully to the top of Grim’s chest.
“Match your breathing with mine. Deep breaths. In… and out.”
