Repairs (TAG)

[Morgan Faye]

God, She was going to have such a headache.

Arcadia staggered down one of the outskirt streets of Downtown. Her normally pristine armor had a very nice dent in the helmet, one that would have resulted in denting her skull if that helmet hadn't been there. She wobbled down the street trying to keep a relatively quick pace, because she knew that the gang she had been fighting would still be trying to find her, at least for a few more minutes. She had teleported away a few times, but she was pretty sure that they might still be able to find her. She was dripping blood from her nose as she went. Hopefully, the rain would hide some of that.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the door to a shop left open. That would be perfect, she could hide in there for a minute, repair her helmet so she could actually see decently, and be ready to go again a few minutes later.

It was a nice looking little shop. She pulled off the dented helmet, shook out her hair, and pulled off a gauntlet so she could wipe her bloody nose and check the rest of her head for any other wounds. Satisfied with her physical status, aside from the headache, she started looking seriously at her helmet.

She needed a hammer to get that dent out. Absent mindedly, she started reaching around for one, checking the electronics under the helmet's padding to see how badly they were damaged, with the end result being she knocked a few wrenches onto the ground with a loud clatter. "Shite!"

She really hoped nobody heard that.

She really really did.

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen startled from his hidden perch in his shop and frowned in concern at the sound. It wasn't opening time, so it wouldn't be any of his employees. His doors were locked last he checked, but then realized he didn't check the back door. He cursed and dropped down from his hidden perch quietly and set his sketchbook and piece of charcoal down on a nearby table. He grabbed Mimi, the 80 lbs hammer, with one hand and slapped on the lights with the other, lighting up the whole room instead of the bit of light from ghostie so he wouldn't accidentally kill himself in the dark. Because of the additional light, he saw a woman in a suit of armor and swore.

"Motherfucker, wha' you doin' in my shop? I promise ya I don' got anythin' valuable, so I suggest ye get yer pasty white arse outta my shop before I take Mimi ta yer knees." Ardeen spoke, hair a bit of a mess and only in a tank top and basketball shorts, showing muscles he gained from work. There was a bit of charcoal on his cheek and plenty of it on his left hand from his drawing. "And trust me, you don' wan' Mimi takin' out yer knees." He threatened.

[Morgan Faye]

As soon as she heard the voice, Morgan spun around, calling Blutiren to her hand, and pointed it at the source.

Damnit. She really hoped she didn't have to fight him. Fighting hot guys was always distracting. Especially ones that had that kind of messy look to them. She liked that.

"Hold, noble shopkeep. I seek only temporary refuge, and the use of your tools to repair mine armor. I promise no harm shall come to you or your shop while I reside within it should it be within my power to prevent."

She winced hearing her own voice come out of her mouth. She'd forgotten that she'd taken off her helmet and the modulator wasn't there to change her voice. It also highlighted the fact that her face was completely exposed.

She dropped the act and spoke candidly. "Look, I'm not here for trouble. I just need to fix my helmet and hide out for a few minutes while I get this headache to calm down. Can I do that? I'd rather not have a close encounter between my knees and..." she looked at the massive hammer he was holding. "Mimi."

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen stared at the woman before him when she pulled out the old fancy way of speaking. "Wha' the actual fuck. Nooo... I knew you's Brits are pretentious fucks, but my goodness, ye more pretentious than I thought! Speakin' like we's in some fuckin' Renaissance fair or some tripe." He spoke, setting Mimi on the table like she was a small hammer and not a large 80 lbs sledgehammer. He walked passed the woman and grabbed his tea set from the cabinet, meaning a portable gas stove and an old cast iron tea kettle.

"Oh noble shopkeeper, could ye perhaps shine me boots 'n' give me the house stew? I'm on an important mission for the king." He mocked, filling up his tea kettle at the water dispenser before lighting the stove with a bright pink lighter and setting the kettle on it. He looked back at her and smirked. "Ye an entertainin' lot, I'll give ye tha'. Ye want tea?" He asked, holding up a chipped mug in his hand that he grabbed from the cabinet.

"Aye, sit yer white arse on tha' chair over there" Ardeen gestured to the office chair tucked in the corner. "An' gimme yer helme'. I'll fix it up and I'll give ye an ice pack fer yer shiner. Got a righ' goose egg on yer forehead, lass." He pointed out, gesturing with the mug in his hand.

[Morgan Faye]

Morgan just now processed he was Scottish. It wasn't unheard of in the States, but definitely uncommon, so it surprised her a bit. She rolled her eyes at the mocking.

"I'm not pretentious, it's part of my persona. So people don't figure out who I am."

She eyed the hammer he had just set down like it was nothing. It was either a fake for intimidation purposes, or, more likely given the lean, rippling muscles she could see thanks to the tank top, he was massively strong. The night was full of surprises for her, because she didn't expect to get a free offer of help. She sat down, just sort of processing it all, and then felt the bruise on her head. "Damn it, Professor Black is going to kill me. Yes, I would like some tea. Thank you. Are you sure you want to try with the helmet? It's more complex than it looks."

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

"Yer persona's pretentious as fuck" He grumbled, even as he reached out and snagged the helmet. "I fix shite fer a livin'. If I wasn' good at my job, I'd be back in Scotland doin' who knows wha'." He said as he looked at the helmet.

He absentmindedly grabbed some tea tins and set them down in front of her. "Go ahead 'n' pick. Label's on them ta tell ye what they be. If ye ain' wan'in' black tea, lemme know an' I'll grab the green." He absentmindedly explained as he turned and grabbed a ball ping hammer.

"Complex my arse. By the looks of it, this beau'y just needs a few love taps ta smooth the dent over." He glanced at her before gently easing the dent out. "'Sides the den', it looks fine miss." He smiled, showing her the fixed helmet.

He was slightly startled when his kettle started to whistle. He set the hammer down and killed the fire on the kettle before grabbing another mug for Morgan. "Ye picked yer poison?" He asked, grabbing another tin filled with animal infusers and happily picking out a dino and a panda for them both. "An' you wan' cream n' honey with yer tea?"

[Morgan Faye]

Morgan wiped her nose again with her ungloved hand, checking for any more blood, before reaching for the tin of tea. With her "pretentious persona" dropped, she felt a little awkward, and hadn't quite regained her footing in this situation. Plus, her head was still pounding. "Black is fine." she said as she flipped through the teas he had, selecting one she was familiar with.

"Be careful of the electronics, I spent quite a bit getting them... oh. You're done already. That was quick."

She picked up the helmet and began inspecting it, sliding the tea she selected over to him. She rubbed her throbbing temple with her free hand while she looked the repaired gear over. It was perfect, almost impossible to see where the dent had been, and he'd avoided all the electronics inside completely.

Wait did he say cream and sugar?

"Is your tea bad? Do you not make it strong enough? Why would I want to cover up it's flavor with cream and sugar?"

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen snagged the tea, noticing that it was oolong, and soon slid the steeping mug of tea to Morgan. He frowned, mildly insulted. "No. I make mine strong and I use cream 'n' honey ta enhance the flavor." He clarified, going to the fridge to grab the jug of half/half for his tea. "Makes it feel like velve' in me mouth. Do ye no' do the same?" He asked, curious.

"...do ye need anythin' for yer head?" He asked, concerned. "I go' frozen peas n pain killers?" He offered, going back to his fridge to grab the frozen peas from the freezer section. "...do ye need tissues fer yer nose too?" He was concerned, so sue him. He does this all the time for his employees, so he doesn't mind doing what he offered. Just like with the helmet.

[Morgan Faye]

Morgan’s face was pure confusion. “Cream and sugar does nothing but adulterate your tea and cover its natural flavors. It’s not supposed to be like velvet, it’s supposed to be bitter. I’ve never had tea like that.

Though if she was being honest with herself, if he offered she’d be willing to try it.

She groaned as he offered frozen peas and painkillers. “Ugh, yes please. My head is pounding. I think my nose has stopped bleeding, but a wipe to clean up the mess would be appreciated.”

She smiled at him. She appreciated the fact that he was caring for her, making sure she was okay. It was nice having someone besides Lucan doing that.

“Thank you. You’re sweet, hammer boy.”

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

"Adulterwha'? Princess, you even speakin' English?" He asked, confused. He didn't know what 'adulterate' meant and felt a bit stupid, but was more insulted by the fact that she wanted it bitter. "Wha' are ye, a masochis'? Goodness, no we fixin' that. Yer tryin' my tea, sweethear'." He closed the freezer after grabbing the peas and set them on the counter.

He grabbed his mug and doctored his tea, taking a drink to see if it's perfect and humming happily when it was. He handed the mug to her and raised an eyebrow. "Ye try tha' an' tell me tha' bitter is better." He smirked, a bit flushed at being called 'hammer boy'.

He turned and grabbed the naproxen he had and soon gave her two pills before turning back to the frozen peas. He was quick to pull his tank top off, adjusting his glasses absentmindedly before wrapping the top around the peas. He faced Morgan and stepped into her space after knocking her feet further out so he can step between her legs. He gently touched her chin to take a proper look at the bruise, guiding her face in various positions so he can assess the damage.

"'S'no' bleedin' an' looks like it'll heal in a few days...maybe 5 tops" He murmured as he rests the ice pack on the bruise, making sure that the frozen pea package doesn't touch bare skin. "An' I don' think ye got a concussion, or if ye did, 's mild" He shrugged.