impure_tale | 222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

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222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

[He's a little beaten up, as you might be able to tell on the video.]

Disappointing news I'm afraid, my dears. Auditions will be a matter addressed after the port at the end of the month. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll certainly feel more comfortable running lines with people after this place has gone back to normal.

I'm sure you're heartbroken, the lot of you.

The changes to the facilities don't especially agree with me, or Renate for that matter. [a bark in the background.] It leaves me feeling especially optimistic about what's to come.

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Oh dear! Yes, I'm -- sorry, the CES is not very good for dog--- anything, right now. Are you alright?

[ Seriously, Marquis, did you not heed the many warnings? Megamind briefly touches his temple as the part of him that's Jude damn near craps kittens, and adds, ]

I'm mobile. Do you need a hand? I can come up for a bit if you'd like.

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Just a little bruised. [None of the wild animals got him. Renate is a very good protector.] We didn't stay long. When the Admiral recommended that people make use of the changes I believed I would better benefit from seeing them firsthand than hearing about them.

The bad news is that I never seem to fare well in such environments.

Can you come down and get scanned? I'd prefer you armored in the next port! Better safe than sorry, right?

I'll come down. [And he's not going to remark on the rest. On one hand it's nice to be fussed over, after a..]

Right, I'll see you in a few minutes.

[ And he wave a hand; he's just leaving the engine room for lunch right about now, anyway, so it's no problem to take lunch in the lair instead. ]

[ No music today; he's not had time to put it on upon arriving back, so the lair is quiet except for the hum of machinery. ]

[He comes down with Renate. Part of him wonders if he should have asked but she probably needs a glance or two herself and is rather adamant about not leaving him alone. He knocks gently.]

[ Megamind handles the door himself, and clamps down on the instinct to greet the Marquis more warmly than is due-- they are not lovers, shut up Jude. ]

Come in. Hello, Renate. Come to play with Angus and Digby?

[ He's got the coffee maker running, and so the lair smells of a fresh pot. ]

I don't expect you to know as much about dogs, but I hoped. As you can see she has a bit of a limp. [They both do, actually, visible as they both enter. Renate could not be happier to see Megamind though. There's much wagging.]

Alright. You sit there, Renate, you lovely thing, come over here and sit. Let me see.

[ He sits on the floor. Digby is more reserved, but Angus pads right over, and has to be restrained before he worsens things for Renate. ] I know a bit. Anatomy, some various dog details. I'm no proper vet, though. You'd think with the animals we have here, not to mention the animalistic people, we'd have a vet on board.

Let me see your paws, Renate, dearheart. [ Jude's words, his mouth; he can't stop himself. ]

[He takes note of that but is kind enough not to bring it up. Renate offers him a paw on command, immediately leaning forward on the other. It's one of her back legs, as she appears to have been bitten. Likely in one or two other places but the thickness of her fur seemed to compensate.]

[ Megamind's fingers are quick and deft; he seeks hurts, and finds-- yes, there. ]

Ah, brave girl, good girl. Thank you for keeping him safe, cher.

[ He ruffles her ear, face slipping into gratitude, until he hears a bowg at his ear; the sound is foreign to Jude, but it brings Megamind sharply back, green eyes focusing. ]

Brainbot, first aid kit. Please. Yes, very good. Renate, this will sting. Be good, hold still. [ He's going to have to trim the fur down, and then flush the wounds, and wrap them. ]

I'm sorry, it'll be the best I can do. We-- don't have a vet.

[And there were many happy/please-be-nice-to-me kisses from her throughout.]

Thank you, Megamind. I'm sure this will help considerably.

Of course. And you? You're not a young buck, you know.

[ Ahem. ]

I mean you're-- you should probably go to the infirmary.

Just a little bruised and a small sprain, dumpling.

If you're sure. Let me get a scan of you, then. [ He follows that up quickly with the watch, and then asks, ] If I make you an armored long coat for port, will you wear it?

Regrettably I don't have anything that goes with chainmail. [He's being cute, obviously, but he's also kind of ignorant with regard to what counts as armor.]

Oh, no no no. We're talking modern stuff. Here, let me show you. [ He rolls up his shirt, and taps the black suit beneath it; it's think layers of silk and kevlar, one after the other, with places where it's obviously thicker. ]

This is the light stuff, it's under-armor. You can wear it under your clothes, see? It'll stop a low-caliber bullet, and slow down a knife.

And you believe this will become necessary.

[ Megamind knelt, and undid the laces of his boot. He pulled the shoe and the sock off his foot, before he rolled up the pant leg. The pale white puckered scar-tissue from where the gator had sank it's teeth in, tearing the flesh when it had shaken him, where stark against his blue skin. ]

Yeah. I absolutely do.

And what shall I give you in return for this gift?

Stay alive through port, and I'll be well rewarded!

You're very sweet. [A little smile.] So what will I need to do in order for you to make this?

No, I'm just a superhero doing my job. [ He smiles all the same, though, and then explains. ] You'll need to just stand still, let me scan you,and then I'll make the armor. You'll come back to have it fitted, and ta-da! You'll be better off.

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