420: Return

[hermajestysfury]

Nothing moves until Sir Nicholas' shoulder is firmly under the heavy weight of the man known as Rojhaz, as Steve Rogers, as Captain America.

Then lots of things happen. The scientists shout, one of them raises a gun, and Sir Nicholas - encumbered by the body of a man much larger than even his broad-shouldered and muscled frame - never the less springs into action. It's a blur, really, as he kicks the man with the gun into the other man before dumping Rojhaz on the gurney, then quickly, efficiently, kicks each of the staggering scientists in the jaw as they attempt to get up.

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[hermajestysfury]

"Even this world was different then." Rojhaz says. He's been glared at by worse, "There was a man who was...I don't know if you know the word mutant?"

(Elsewhere, Sir Nicholas is contemplating using a knife to make lace holes for the strange trousers.)

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

Humph. Even her glares don't work here. This doesn't improve her mood at all.

"Freak, you mean?" She isn't trying to be mean, but with the wide-spread use of genetic control and plastic surgery, there aren't mutants in the general population. At least, not ones with any major physical changes.

[hermajestysfury]

"Not exactly." Rojhaz explains, "There used to be people who could do things nobody else could...Sir Nicholas would call them witchbreed, we called them mutants. One of them went insane and decided to destroy the world. The other mutants only fed it...so the heroes who were not mutants sacrificed themselves to weaken it enough that it could be killed.

"Nick was in the first wave. Everyone died, ma'am. Someone, this kid named Richards, brought us back...but there were so many casualties that it just got dark. Not fast. The dark times came slowly, but they came. The other heroes aged and died, or they left for... other places...Most of the rest were hunted down and killed.

"Nick...my Nick...had been taking an injection that kept him from aging. Someone tampered with it."

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

Some day in the not-as-distant-a-futre-as-she-might-hope, she'll remember this story when listening to Pop, the crazy librarian, talk about the rock-freedom-fighter group 'Queen' and how they were hunted and killed by Globalsoft. Maybe the heroes should have tried a guitar solo - it saved Bri-Anne for three and a half days.

Right now, it's just freaking depressing.

"Why would someone do that? I mean..." She shakes her head, unable to comprehend. "... And what was Fury smoking to take injections anyway?" Fury injecting himself with anything is another one of those 'does not compute' mental images.

[hermajestysfury]

"To take over." Rojhaz says, shaking his head, "With the heroes gone, the villains could start to take over...although most of them were also hunted and killed."

Then Rojhaz smiles a little, "Nobody is Fury except for Fury. When his country needed him, he took the injections. It kept him looking a little bit younger than Sir Nicholas does, even though he was well over eighty when he died."

About then Sir Nicholas exits, looking as grumpy as can be expected from someone used to tailored clothing wearing clothing far too large for himself over a bandaged arm. (He did figure out the zipper.)

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

We are all thankful Fury figured out the zipper. Fury is probably the most thankful of all, though, since she certainly would have had something to say if he hadn't figured out the zipper, and that something to say certainly wouldn't have been appropriate from a teenaged girl of his time.

She brightens preceptively when he comes back, though how much of that is because he does look a little ridiculous in the over-large clothes is hard to say. (Probably not much) But still, she does feel the need to add her two cents. If life with the Gagas couldn't kill that instinct off, nothing can.

Well. Nothing in her experience.

"There is entirely too much killing going on in this world." She huffs at the pair of them, not at all realizing that some of the killing going on has been done by the two of them. She still hasn't clued in that those scientists (never mind anyone else) back there are not going to need a medic any time soon.

[hermajestysfury]

"Yes." Sir Nicholas says, with a grim nod, "There is, madam. It is not an appropriate place for you. Shall we see if any of these doors will return you?"

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

That brings out a worried little frown, because while she whole-heartedly is behind this plan of getting the hell out of this insane asylum of a world, she's worried about Fury. He's hurt, and the only other person here is Sir Boyzone, and... alright, so her staying is probably more of a liability rather than anything else, and she really really really doesn't want to see any more fighting ever, and he'll probably get on a whole lot better once she's gone, but...

She worries. Even if there isn't a single blessed thing she can do about it.

But she nods, trotting out the skill she's gotten good at. She wants to go home. So she gets up, brushing dirt (real or imagined) off her dress (and there's blood on her hand still, Fury's... and there's still glass on her right boot, bother).
"Guess we should, yeah."

[hermajestysfury]

It takes several moments of opening and closing doors, to the extreme bafflement of Rojhaz, before one of them opens to the sights and sounds of the bar.

Now there is gaping from Rojhaz. Give him a moment.

"Go, madam. I shall seek you once I am settled into this world." he says, not unkindly, "You were brave this day; in the face of something you ought not have needed to know." Armor, gloves, and trousers are folded and handed to her (he keeps all his weapons), and he touches the top of her head in a light blessing, "Thank you."