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[ Open | Action ] now, did you read the news today? they say the danger’s gone away

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Amberdrake's office is here, listed both as a therapist's office and as a medical clinic.

Genessia City:

The kestra'chern doesn't just work out of his office, he does visit other cities to work as well. He's taking a break at the moment, seated on a bench in a park. Colorful birds flutter and hop over things in his vicinity, chattering away with each other.

Nova City:

Drake is not pleased to be in Nova City, but he's there on a house call. Characters can run into him on his way away from said house call:

xxxxxTaking the stairs down inside a posh skyscraper.

xxxxxEmerging from the building with obvious relief.

xxxxxWalking briskly for the archway back to sanity.

He looks out of place in his colorful garb with beads and feathers.

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"How much can you see in general while 'seeing' like that? I noticed your eyes don't focus when you're doing that." Genos couldn't help it, it was terribly interesting. Someone that could work on the one organic part of him left without worrying about the mechanical elements of him was extremely valuable. It was worth knowing more.

"All of it," Amberdrake considered how to explain it. "It's like every layer of tissue and synapse and nerve is drawn on a separate page of a book and I can flip through it at-will. A lot of that is training," he added, "without which it would just be a confusing mess of information and energy and tissue."

He started digging in the pockets of his feather-patterned robe for the notepad and small pen he carried. "Here, I'll give you my number--"

Rubber squealed behind Genos, a car slamming into a mailbox and careening straight at them both!

It was fortunate that Genos was getting better at situational awareness and was used to tense situations! He barely had to think about what was happening to make sure it stopped happening. And it, indeed, was stopped. Without letting go of the groceries, he whirled around, kicking out at the car with just enough force to counter its speed and weight and bring it to a sudden halt with a horrible shriek of metal against metal. His shoe and the car did not fare well.

The front of the vehicle was smashed in like it had hit a pole, not someone's foot, and his shoe was shredded. The metal foot under it was fine. With the car stopped, he had to figure out why it had done this to start with! He set the groceries down and moved to the driver's side door and promptly pulled it completely off the frame.

"The driver isn't doing well," he said to Drake in the same tone he might comment on the weather with.

Holy--

The birds had scattered off Drake before he even started moving, the Healer rushing forward to check on the driver. It was a man, his hands held claw-like on the steering wheel and his expression dazed. Amberdrake immediately started checking his vitals, and his spine, before unhooking the man's seatbelt and pulling him free of the car like he weighed nothing.

"I think he's having a stroke," Drake said, setting the man down so he sat against the nearest building. "Help keep him still."

The man was trying to struggle, confusion written plain on his face, but Drake didn't have time to reassure him properly. He got his hands on the stranger's head and his eyes went immediately out of focus again.

Genos was quick to obey, grasping the man's wrists and holding his legs down with his shin, Genos' weight alone enough to keep him still. He was remarkably calm about the situation, tens of thousands of lives could be lost in a single attack of some creatures he'd seen. One guy having a stroke wasn't that tense for him.

He watched Drake silently while he focused on not injuring the man as he held him down. It would be all too easy to break one of his limbs if he applied too much force. He wasn't exactly trained for this.

The struggling didn't last for long, at least, before the man went limp, unconscious. "Okay," Amberdrake said, working diligently inside the man's body, "I've got him. Call an ambulance? They'll need to have him under observation for a while, even after I've fixed what's wrong."

Which he was currently working on. Speaking of brain surgery... the problem had been easy enough to locate, just following the man's bloodstream. Now Drake was tasked with removing the clot without letting any of it flow further along, and he worked efficiently but carefully at the same time. Decades of experience certainly came in handy in moments like this one.

"He's lucky he crashed nearby," Drake said, still working. "And I'm lucky you were standing there." To put it lightly. Without Genos there, Drake would be in critical condition, if not just flat-out dead.

Genos nodded and got off the man quickly. He took a few steps back before pulling out his phone and calling for an ambulance. It was fortunate that he had been watching his surroundings so closely as he passed through, he could give a frightfully accurate location for a newcomer to the city.

After hanging up, he looked back down at the unconscious driver and Drake, thinking. He waited a minute or two before saying anything.

"You've been put on four different worlds and respond to this kind of thing without any panic," he commented matter-of-factly. "You deal with danger a lot."

"Yes, well," Amberdrake didn't look up, still working, "more than a decade of war will do that to you. I'm not a fighter, though, if that's where you were going with that. Just a Healer who can't seem to keep out of trouble."

Memories of the civil uprising on Baedal intruded in the back of his mind. Of the guard cocking his gun, aimed at the back of Drake's head while he Healed someone caught in the crossfire in the street...

"On any world," he added, his tone a touch grim.

"I hadn't guessed either way." Genos was making an effort not to make too many assumptions about the people here. "I was commenting on what I observed. With your luck, it sounds like you need some kind of protection."

Genos might not hold much stock in the concept of luck or things like it, but it was hard to miss that Amberdrake did not have the easiest time of it.

"Are you offering your services?" Amberdrake asked, a touch teasingly, as he withdrew from his unconscious patient and straightened up where he knelt. His eyes regained focus as he looked up and over at Genos.

Genos blinked.

"I wasn't intending to but I wouldn't be against the idea." He continued to stare down at Drake. "I would usually be out hunting monsters and dangerous criminals, the lack of serious threats here leaves me little to do."

"Well, I can't say you'd always have speeding cars to kick," Amberdrake positioned his patient a little better and then stood up. He was intending to linger until the ambulance arrived, at least. "Or similar dangers to fend off..."

But, Drake regarded him for a moment of quiet contemplation. The cyborg seemed like someone who could use his help as a kestra'chern... and also like someone who would never admit it to himself or anyone else. The amount of counseling Drake had given over the years for a missing arm or leg was intense. He couldn't fathom how much worse things had to be for someone whose entire body was a prosthetic.

Plus, hiring a guard would make Sanzo happy.

"...Well, I'm in a position to hire someone. Part-time, though. I don't need to be shadowed all the time and, honestly, that wouldn't be good for my clients either. Can you keep what you do see or hear confidential? My main trade is as a therapist."

Drake wouldn't treat Genos like a hertasi assistant and let him close enough to hear people's secrets, but he was bound to notice some things if he lingered near Drake on a regular enough basis.

"The ambulance will be here in a few minutes." That inhuman hearing man. It was easy enough to pick up the faint sound of sirens in the distance. "I don't have any interest in learning or sharing other's secrets. I won't spread anything I learn. My sensei wouldn't want to hear about it even if I wanted to talk about it."

He didn't feel the need to explain he lived with Saitama to help that sentence make more sense. Living with one's teacher was normal right?

"Having more to do, even if I wouldn't be fighting as much as I'm used to, would still be better than things are now." He felt bad for Saitama the most, he just didn't have much to do.

"Sounds like a win for everyone involved, then," Amberdrake smiled, and found his notepad and pen he'd been digging for earlier. He wrote his number on a piece of paper and then pulled it free of the notepad, offering it to Genos. "My number. It seems you'll want it for a few reasons, now."

Genos nodded sharply and pulled out his phone to add the number. He sent a short message to drake, only reading 'Genos' to share his number as well. No need to write it down.

"One moment." The ambulance would need room afterall... Genos could slow down a bullet train, pushing a beat up car out of the way was no problem. By the time he'd moved the door as well, the ambulance was in sight. The last thing to move was the groceries, he didn't need someone stepping on them!

"I'll stay until they're gone if you'd prefer?"

Damn, the kid was strong as hell. Now that he wasn't at risk of being crushed, Drake could actually let that sink in. He checked his phone while Genos moved the car out of the way, adding the cyborg's number to his contacts and shooting off a quick emoticon to Sanzo.

"...I doubt I'm in danger from the ambulance," he chuckled, putting his phone away. "Or the people in it, if you want to go. You said you needed to get your groceries to your... 'sensei', was it?"

"My teacher, yes." Even if his expression didn't budge, Genos felt a sudden wave of pride at the thought of Saitama. That he was fortunate enough to be his disciple especially! "We came here together and it is good we did. I am not near as strong as my sensei, Saitama, but he does still need help. Like getting groceries. He was very unsettled by the idea that we wouldn't be able to get food on sale here. Thankfully I have found several stores that regularly hold significant sales."

Genos was very pleased with himself. He would have continued on but the ambulance pulling over interrupted him and he stepped out of the way.

Amberdrake spoke to the paramedics and then stepped out of the way, too, while they loaded the unconscious man up. He'd even told them how much longer the man would stay out for, since he'd done it on purpose.

"You're a very dedicated student," Drake raised an eyebrow, and then smiled. "I showed up here with someone I care for, too. Not the same way, but... it's good to have good company, isn't it?"

Genos was very happy to stay and talk when the subject involved Saitama. Neither of them were dealing with the unwelcoming atmosphere of pro heros here, it was easier to make people believe his sensei was someone worth respecting! Saitama himself might be having less luck there but Genos would leave a good impression for him.

"I try to be. Saitama sensei hides a lot of his teaching in mundane things, he is helping me train my mind currently." That was totally not what Saitama was doing at all but Genos believed it with a burning intensity. "I would worry for his state of mind if I didn't come with. Like I said, he does need help. Many don't see him for what he is. I can only do so much to forward my training without him around as well."

While he was talking, Drake would receive an exceptionally grumpy emoticon in reply.

Drake chuckled, and jumped when his phone buzzed. He checked it and sent back a heart before putting the phone back again. Let Sanzo gnaw on that one a while.

"Well, you are your mind, so that makes sense," Amberdrake nodded, thinking over what Genos had to say about this 'Saitama'. And what else he was getting off the young man as he spoke of him! "It sounds like you two both need each other. I'm glad you've got one another."

"I'm glad as well," Genos replied with a sharp nod. Any other meanings that sentence might have had went completely over his head. "We are adjusting better than I expected, my teacher even better than I. Compared to some things we've faced, this doesn't seem so odd."

Drake actually meant exactly what he said. While Genos' crush was obvious to any Empath within a thousand feet of the cyborg when he spoke of Saitama, that didn't mean the two were a pair. The kestra'chern wouldn't make assumptions like that!

Though the crush was awfully cute to watch. Or hear, rather, as Genos dropped everything to gush about his teacher. "This doesn't seem so odd? What else have you gone through, if your first time waking up on another world isn't that strange?"

"A massive spaceship appearing in seconds and destroying the city around the hero association HQ in even less time comes to mind." That was more shocking than odd but it counted. "Or maybe the variety and odd creation of mysterious beings on our world. Things that are new and surprising, and usually not good, happen on a regular basis."

"Mm," Amberdrake considered that, and sighed, "spaceships, mysterious beings... I don't know about all that. But I certainly know about chaotic worlds."

Since Genos didn't seem to mind contact, Drake set a hand on the cyborg's hard metal shoulder. "I'm glad you're both here, anyway. Go take your groceries home before it gets too late; I'll call you tomorrow, and we can figure out the details of our arrangement."

He offered a friendly squeeze, just like he would for someone made of flesh, and then took his hand back. "Besides, the guy I live with is getting antsy about my return, so I should head home as well."

Genos could feel the pressure just fine even if the metal plates themselves didn't have much sensation to them. It was odd for someone to treat the metal like it was flesh. Not bad, but different. Hrm.

"Yes. I will speak with you later then." Now they were well away from any topic related to Saitama, he was more abrupt. He saw no point in lingering so headed off with his groceries.

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