12th Fight

[soulless_soldier]

[Action 1: A large box has arrived for Barton at 487 Stone St. today! Past evidence has shown her that items sent to people are generally reflective of what's inside. Her telekinesis came in an envelope, her hatchet and coat in appropriately-sized boxes. She can't fathom what might be in this, as light as it is. But in a supremely despicable move on Mayfield's part, inside is nothing but a small card. It only takes Barton to look at it for the effect to take place.

Anyone in the house or the surrounding area will hear a sudden yelp of surprise, and pain. Barton is standing there, holding her hands and arms out in front of her. Her expressions is somewhere between shock and rage, and she was shaking slightly. All over her body and face are lacerations, bruises and blood. None of them look life-threatening but they sure don't look like fun.

It takes her a moment to understand what just happened, but she figures it out quickly. She bandaged these wounds herself every day for 35 years.]

I...I cannot believe this shit. I am never. Opening. Anything. AGAIN.

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[Action 2: Once cleaned up and properly bandaged, Barton will be collecting her work from the garage, packing them into her tool box, and marching off to Engie's house. Anyone's free to stop her along the way, either to ask her what happened or wonder how she can carry that giant metal box so effortlessly (hurray telekinesis). She will eventually be poking into Engie's garage though, knowing she's going to have to explain all this...]

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Action 2

[pretty-bear.livejournal.com]

[Oh noes! All those bandages! Teddie is going to run up to his friend all concerned. 'Cause they are friends, of course.]

Barton-chan! Are you okay? What happened?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Be careful, Teddie, she looks like she's in a rotten mood.] Yeah, I'm... fine.

[pretty-bear.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he doesn't even notice.]

You're hurt! Are you sure it's okay?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

It's... a long story. But I'm fine. I'm used to it.

[pretty-bear.livejournal.com]

Used to it? Do you get hurt a lot?

[So worried...]

Do you want me to heal you?

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[likeahex.livejournal.com]

[Walking by... Oh hey it's her student.]

....you alright?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Peachy. [Being Barton is suffering.]

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

Lose a fight or something?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

No. This was a lovely gift I got in the mail from home.

Action 1

[doofenstrudel]

[That yelp of surprise has brought Doofenshmirtz out from the garage, immediately worried.]

Barton! Are you alr...

[Ack! She's BLEEDING!]

What happened to you!?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She looks up at him, still in a bit of shock.] I... this box... Christ Almighty, how do they do this shit?! [An exclamation from Barton? She *must* be riled up.]

[doofenstrudel]

[Such language from his daughter! Doof flinches visibly, but he hasn't quite stopped fussing.]

Easy! Calm down! Calm down and tell me what happened to you? Who did this?!

[He is quick to retrieve the first aid kit from the garage (and it is a very well-stocked first aid kit, really, any proper mad scientist prepares for horrible workshop/lab injuries) and is already snipping apart gauze pads for her wounds.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I... It was Mayfield. That box, goddamnit...

They're old wounds. I've had them forever back home. I... How do they send stuff like this to you?

[Calmer now, she'll rummage through the first aid kit, sit down on the porch, and begins to bandage herself with expert care. She's done this countless times.]

Action 2

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

Hey, Barton!

[ Firo spots her and strolls over to greet her. The sight of bandages she's covered in stop him in his tracks a moment, and then he races up to her. ]

What the hell happened? A-are you okay?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Hey. [She sighs a little. At least Firo knew about what her life was like back home, so she wouldn't have to explain so much.]

I'm fine. It's my latest gift from Mayfield.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

Gift..?

[ Regaining injuries is just low; he should have expected it from Mayfield. Still, he can't help but feel angry on Barton's behalf. He crosses his arms and growls, frustrated. ]

This place really has it out for you.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. Still, it could be worse than this... [She still has her soul, after all.]

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[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Jogging along, he spots her bandaged up.]]

Hi...Oh, what happened!?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Hey. Um... It's a real long story. But I'm fine.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

That's good at least, I was worried someone might have attacked you here.

[[Early on when he was here it was a Vampire that attacked him.]]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Naw. This is.. a "gift" from home, I guess you can call it.

Action 2

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

(Engie's busy tinkering around again. This time, he seems to be designing something OTHER than his usual sentries and dispensers. But, as this is Engie, he's not going to notice her until she speaks up, because he gets really into his work. It's also pretty noisy around the place as he melds the metal together.)

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She stands in the doorway with her giant tool kit.] Um, hey. Ya real busy?

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Oh, Barton! How ya doin'? Do ya need somethin'-

(Engie pushes up the goggles from his eyes; they're not ones from home, but he still needs a pair for protection purposes anyway. As such, it's only after they're on the top of his head that he notices something's wrong with her.)

Lord, what happened to ya!?

(Immediately, he rushes over to her to check out the damage.)

Is the town up to no good again? I've got a Dispenser in here that can git ya all fixed up. This way.

(He'll lead her to the machine at the corner of the garage.)

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She has a lot of nasty cuts and bruises, but she's been bandaged well. She waves it off, though.]

No, it's okay, I'm... Dispenser? [She sets down her case and walks after him.]