[ Yeah, no, Finn's sleeping for like three days when they get back to the station. A vacation? Never heard of her.
Anyway, Finn's less winded now and there's less noise going on in the background, a lot less shooting. Which should be fortunate but, uh, that mostly just means they're bothering someone else... ]
It's quiet for the most part. They've stopped rushing the control room as much, so I think you've thrown them off. Hermann's okay, James is pretending he's not in a ridiculous amount of pain, and I'm still here.
Good, 'cus I may have been telling them the Lionetta took back the control room.
[He's actually poking at Jim, too, when Finn's voice comes through in reply. Which works for him, because then he can interrogate them both on their status and make sure they're matching up; look at him, being a detective! Or, uh, having two conversations happening at once is a good way to be too distracted to notice someone biding their time around the corner for an attack.
Either way. He sighs in relief, slumping back against the nearest wall with a grunt of discomfort.]
Tired and annoyed and wanting my bed and my portable DVD player. How're the people stuck in trap rooms? You guys still have eyes on them, or did the manage to get through?
[ Yeah, uh, don't do that distracted thingy, Newton! Not cool. Unfortunately, Finn's got no idea of what's going on with the conversations thing so he can't stop everything to lecture. ]
Thanks. Most, if not all, have gotten out. Hermann's been working on that. If anyone else is still trapped, he knows about them. From the looks of things, though, I think we're just in the surveillance phase now.
Keep your eye on that video, make sure nobody else gets caught up in their stuff. I think as long as I keep moving, I'll be able to keep 'em off your asses. Tell Hermann to keep up the good nerd work, and you two keep doing what you're doing!
[There's a crackle in the feed a moment later, and then a strange thudding, that sort of heavy and concerning sound a body makes when it hits solid ground. While Kirk calls Newt's name over the feed, the Lionetta member who had sucker-punched Newton as he rounded a corner looks down at his crumbled form. This same fellow had been pointed away from the control room some time ago by Newt, and he seems to have gotten the gist of what's going on here.
The man adjusts his tie before he grabs Newton under his arms, dragging him quite effortlessly through the hall, apparently content to catch himself a POW to interrogate later, when things have calmed down.
[ The only reply Finn gets is from Parker and Kovacs, though, and it's less a reply and more of a slamming the panic button. Because Parker has the Orb and they're still here. Because Cheri is working with someone who's after Parker. Because the shaking Finn's been feeling hasn't just been from his nerves. ]
We need to get out, now. Newton, come in. [ The first was directed at the people he's with, the second back into the quiet network, Finn carefully not panicking all the while.
But dammit, they need to go. He has two people that's hurt on his team, and they need to get to safety.
Once he and James pry Hermann away from the terminals (only after the other teams are safe, Hermann demanded), Finn gets them both outside. He doesn't wait to get a safe distance away before he stops James. ]
Head to the speakeasy they were using as a distraction. People might still be stuck there. I'll join up with you later.
[ And because he knows there'll be an argument, Finn doesn't wait before turning back. He can sense Newton higher up in the building, not moving from his position, so he must be trapped. Guess who's coming to get him! ]
[ Oh, don't worry Finn, after that distressing set of messages Jim is already getting to his feet. His shoulder's still got a hole shot through it? Well, yeah, but it's not bleeding all over the place with the makeshift bandages tied around it, and it's not hurting either (in good part thanks to the adrenaline), so no reason for him to stop.
Which is why he looks almost affronted when Finn tells him to head out. He grabs Finn's wrist before he can even think to make a run for it. ]
Absolutely not. You are blind right now, I don't give a fuck about what you can sense with the Force, you're not going anywhere on your own. This isn't a discussion.
[ He will, however, make sure Hermann can find his way to the speakeasy, or anywhere that's remotely safer. He'll probably find Orbers along the way, but in the meantime— ]
[ Okay, he expected an argument, but this is happening a little too fast. And they have time. And he's lowkey offended. ]
I've been getting around fine so far! And I'm not the one that got shot, anyway. You're wounded! James.
[ If they weren't on a time crunch, Finn would be digging his heels in. But they are, so he's just going to complain the whole way there. Better for Newt to know they're coming or something... Anyway, Finn at least takes the lead since he's the one with the built-in GPS. ]
[ Oh sure, let them pause and take a break to discuss this while the whole damn building is coming down— of course it's happening fast, Finn, do you realize the mess they're in. Also he can take his lowkey offense and just. Shove it. Somewhere. ]
Yeah? Well, I've been getting around fine so far too, so I'm going. Don't say my name like I'm some kid you're— scolding!
[ Moving does make it hurt just a little, but he pushes past the pain. He has his phaser at the ready but it turns out that when the whole damn place is about to collapse, the guards are in as much of a hurry to get the hell out of there, so they're able to move across the building without any issues cropping up. ]
[Newt is kind of in and out of consciousness for a hot minute there, while he's being dragged around. He swears he can feel himself getting moved to sit upright, someone patting him down from head to toe, and then an annoyed, "Think you can screw with the Lionetta...?"
It's a few minutes later that he's waking up groggily with his forehead against the concrete wall of what looks like a — uh, a big laundry room? Something like that. The guy who dragged him in sits in a chair backwards, eying him with a glower that could kill a person, if it had any literal power behind it.
Newt, of course, immediately tries to contact someone... only to find there's no connection. As in, there's no earpiece in his ear. It's sitting next to his wallet and the little taser from his pockets, on the nearby laundry-folding table. The guy sniffs, looks casual as he reaches into his pocket and pulls a switchblade; god, what is it with these people and switchblades?! "Nice to see you awake, 'Newton'. Now, you're gonna tell me what the hell's going on, or I'm gonna cut off pieces of you 'til your friends don't know who you are, capsiche?"
Newton glances down at the handcuffs on both wrists, the ones that have chained him, effectively, to the piping that is coming out of the wall. His head feels kind of muddy, and his ribs hurt bad enough to cry, but he reels it in.]
Don't know what you're talking about, man... I — I just play piano...
[The Lionetta member stands up, kicks over his chair.
"Yeah?! Sure would be a shame if the piano player lost his fingers, huh?!"
The building shakes before he can take any further steps toward Newt, and they both look up anxiously to the rumbling that happens. With a curse, he points at the little guy chained to the pipe, says with a jab of his finger, "stay put, asshole," just before he goes to investigate.
Sure would be a shame if that guy ran into some Orbers!]
[ But he is scolding you, Jimothy! Finn's used to this, he's not hurt, he can almost kinda see, in fact it could be argued that he can see better now, a fact which Finn does argue at one point during the hurried stair climb. Not that he thinks that Jim's going to leave now thanks to a well-reasoned argument, but it's the principle of the thing!
He opens the heavy stairwell door harder than needed, not because of the spat (that he will never admit that he's kind of enjoying and is also a great distraction from their impending doom) but because there's someone on the other side with less than good intentions. With the other man stunned, Finn grabs the wrist holding the switchblade, yanks hard while he sends an elbow to the other's throat, hears the clank of the knife hitting the ground, and punches him hard against the cheek bone.
Once the enemy's down, Finn turns back and gestures at him, looking about a foot to Jim's right. ]
[ Jim's not going to stay quiet either all the way up the stairs. His shoulder throbs from the effort but like hell it's gonna stop him from arguing every point Finn makes; if a blind guy gets to fling himself into danger then why should a non-lethal gunshot wound stop him?
Part of him thinks that the reason why Finn opens the door like that is precisely because he's mad, but he quickly realizes it's because of the guard. He lifts his phaser but it ends up not being necessary, as Finn deals with the guy in a way that's quick, surprisingly effective, and kind of really hot. Not that he'll admit to that right now.
However, Finn's little quip just ruins that, especially when he can't even pretend like he's looking straight at Jim. He groans and rolls his eyes (yes, he's just going to roll his eyes at Finn even though he can't see it), then moves to step right over the knocked out guard. ]
Better than you, clearly. Come on, he came from here. Newt's this way, right?
idk if we're starting on an order or if i should just tag but HERES A TAG
[ Finn's head whips around at the sound of Jim's voice before an unimpressed look crosses his face. Less directed to James as it is to himself once he realizes he was trying to make his point to a wall.
Whatever, it's fine. Finn half jogs to catch up. ]
He should be in earshot. Maybe another room or two over? [ Then, louder: ] Newton? Are you around here? Can you hear us?
[Newt just kind of surrenders to his fate after a few attempts of reaching out for his earpiece on the table (which, man, he's a few inches too far from being able to hook his foot on the table leg, cool, cool, his luck is terrible); he tries to pull his hand through the cuffs until the biting into his wrists hurts too much, then slumps tiredly into the wall, breathing like he's ran a marathon.
Man, his body hurts. That's a good sign, way better than everything not hurting, but it still sucks. Judging by the way the room shakes, he has a feeling him being in decent health isn't gonna matter if he's buried in big piles of concrete and rebar.]
C'mon, Newt... C'mon, think, think... think...
[But it looks like he doesn't have to think too long. Between panting and trying to reach the table again, he hears... his name? He's pretty sure he heard his name. Leaning as far as he can with his hands bound to the piping, he calls out:]
Finn?! Hey! In here! Finn, is that you?!
[He laugh-coughs, forcing himself to stand as far as the pipe will let him, looking toward the door hopefully. Everything's blurry, because the dude left his glasses on the table too, but he absolutely recognizes the two figures that appear in the doorway. Laughing more excitedly, he looks exhausted but so very relieved]
Jim! Finn! Heeeey, dudes, how're you. S'great to see you! [Standing bowed like this hurts his stomach, so he just slides back down the wall. His hair sticks to a sweat forehead, and he looks kind of sickly, but he doesn't look all that harmed, other than the bandaids scattered on his hands.] How's it going? You're both looking good.
[Newton, you can only see their blurry figures right now.]
[ He hears Newt answering back and he immediately takes off towards the sound of his voice. Aside from the one guard who had some score to settle with Newt (that was apparently more important than the whole building crumbling down on them), everyone else seems to have fled the floor, so it only takes them a couple of seconds to make it to where Newt is.
There's a relieved sigh and a wide grin as soon as he realizes that Newt's fine. A little banged up, but nothing that he won't get over. ]
Well, I always look good, so.
[ He heads over to Newt, giving him a once-over, eyes landing on the cuffs. ]
He's cuffed to a pipe, [ He says to Finn, since he can't really see it right now. ] Figures you'd be into some kinky shit. Come on— can you hold your hands as wide apart as you can for me? I'll shoot them off of you.
[ Also please hurry, before the room collapses or something. ]
[ Finn hustles inside after Jim, a big smile on his face even though he's pretty sure they don't look particularly great right now. James maybe.
But the smile falls when he hears about the cuffs. There had been some sort of clinking noise... Then the frown is quickly replaced by a slightly panicked look. ]
There's... no keys? I'm guessing?
[ He's not arguing Jim's methods. He's just concerned. And also can't see and is distressed that there might be a very obvious key somewhere in his line of sight. There's no time to go on a scavenger hunt or anything but--
Y'know what? Maybe it's a better plan to keep Newt distracted. ]
Pass me those glasses. I'm great, I'm fine. Never been better.
[Which kind of betrays the pale look on his face, which is currently lined with some pained tension, but it's not like Finn can see that. Nor does he see the way Newt suddenly twists in his cuffs and leans away from Finn when he almost bumps into him — Wait, what? Waitaminute, why isn't Finn seeing that, actually? Newton glances in worry at the Finn-shaped blob, frowning, but still doing as he's told; he pulls his reddened, achy wrists as far apart as they'll go — which isn't very far on a pair of standard handcuffs.
Please don't shoot him, Jimbo.]
Why'd you have to tell him that? What's wrong with your vision?
And what're you doing here, Jim? You're shot, dude!
[ Priorities, Newt! While those cuffs are on, it's the only thing Jim's worrying about, and it's easier to focus like that. Just solving one problem at a time.
Anyway, as for all those questions? They're getting effectively ignored for the time being. He'll probably see soon enough what's wrong with Finn's eyes in any case, so he won't go into that when he needs Newt to stay really still and as calm as he can manage right now.
Luckily Jim isn't blind, and despite his gunshot wound, he can still aim his phaser just fine. Highest setting will turn the cuffs pretty hot, but it also means they break apart in a couple of seconds, at which point Newt will just have to give a tug to free himself.
Only then does he grab Newt's glasses, as well as his earpiece, handing them both to Newt. ] Here. Now let's get out of here.
[ Finn, sweet as he is, actually turns his head in the direction he thinks Newton is indicating as if he can fetch the glasses himself before he realizes it's not going to work like that. His head whips back when the shot goes off, but no one seems to be yelling in pain so it probably went well.
Plus, yeah, he's also going to ignore Newton's questions. Or, well, the first two. ]
He's all right for now. I'm looking after him. [ Ha. Haha. There are so many layers to those statements. Anyway, he starts to move to the door again. Time to go! ]
The stairwell is clear. Hermann's already outside, if you were wondering.
[Newton flinches hard at the phaser firing a blast, but when he opens one eye a sliver, he can see the chain fall away with just a tug of his hands. Well, he's got handcuff jewelry for now! He's not about to complain; instead he grins as he sways up to his feet, and regardless of how much like shit he feels, he happily leans over to cheer and give Jim a big dumb kiss on the side of the face.]
My herooooo! [Taking the glasses in his hands and slipping them back on, he winces at the side of the dried blood on Jim's jacket.] ... Yeesh. You look terrible. In a hot way, of course, but. Let's get you lying down, huh? I think we could all use a nap, honestly.
[Turning to follow Finn, he smiles weakly.]
Thanks, though. Seriously. I knew Hermann was in good hands with you two.
By the way — [He grabs Finn's shoulder, turning him back toward him slightly as he holds up a closed fist.] How many fingers am I holding up, Finnicus?
[ At least he's not stuck to the pipe anymore, and he didn't even have to go find an axe, would you look at that? Despite looking like shit, Newt seems to be standing upright so far, and bearing no lethal injury either. It'll make leaving the building that much easier, he hopes. ]
I think we could all use getting the hell out of here if we don't want to get crushed to death.
[ There doesn't seem to be much else for them to take from this room, so he gives Newt a nudge towards the room, then Finn. Come on, come on, no time to stand around chatting. ]
He's blind right now. [ Just in case the fact that Finn's eyes are completely whited out doesn't give that away. ] Little mishap with the Ti'shaaz a while back. He can make his way around, though, he's got this special ability. It's how we found you.
[ Finn pauses and squints in the direction he thinks Newton's hand is in, concentrating as if the Force might give him the answer and he doesn't have to worry anyone else. ] ... Threeeee? [ Wow, that sure did sound confident.
Anyway, he's stopped by Jim pushing on him and explaining what actually happened. So much his number guessing! ]
It's those things in my blood you found. They're sort of... talking to me more often? That sounds horrible now that I'm saying it.
[ Whatever, he's making his way back to the stairwell now. ]
Again, dude, why are you in here if you can't see...
[Maybe Newt has no room to talk, because the blind guy and the shot guy have successfully retrieved him from what could have been his doom (hopefully this building stays upright, huh?!) — but still!
...
He does, however, smile despite himself, relieved and maybe a little proud.]
But, uh. I'm proud of you, Finn. I mean, look at the good you're doing with those powers, huh?
[They get to the stairwell, and Newton does pretty good through a portion of those steps, Finn at his side, Kirk behind him. The pain starts ramping somewhere in the middle of their brisk escape before he feels his vision sharply black-out for a moment, and he slips on a step and stumbles shoulder-first into the nearest wall with a pained cry.]
Agh... shit, shit, ah fuck... [His bruised ribs are screaming in protest now, the thud-thud of pain finally washing over what safety the adrenaline provided. But Finn and Kirk are being all badass and tough, and Newt's not about to be the loser who can't handle it.] Sorry guys, I'm good, just keep going, I'm good-
[ Yes guys, this is definitely the time to stand around pointing out why them being here is such a bad idea! This whole damn mission is a bad idea, in case either of you haven't noticed, and Newt should know enough about both of them to know they'd never just stay behind or sit around while people are in danger here. Neither of them are dying from their injuries or handicaps, and they're evidently capable enough of helping, so. ]
We can all stroke each other's egos another time, don't you think?
[ His voice strains, pain flaring briefly, but he powers through. The adrenaline is doing wonders for him and his injury right now. Which is more than can be said for Newt's state, clearly. ]
Hey, hey— [ Jim rushes to Newt's side, taking hold of his arm, trying to help him keep moving. ] Oh no, we're not going anywhere without you. Finn, help me out here, we need to help him walk.
[ Yeah, yeah, Newt, he knows where you're going with that. ]
I was kind of thinking it was a more neutral way to use them--
[ But he stops when Jim speaks up, a lot more worried about the pain in his voice than what he actually says. Dammit, really should have left him outside somehow. For all the complaining was kind of fun, it was no less serious and true.
Then everything stops when Newton does. Finn's quick to get on his opposite side, getting an arm around his upper back and trying to loop Newt's arm over his shoulders. But it's kind of tough since he doesn't know where the injury is. ]
Where are you hurt? What's wrong?
[ Don't worry, Jim. He's talking and moving all at the same time. Though, even though he's already moving them forward, progress is a good bit slower now. ]
... I don't think the one who's shot should be helping someone walk...
[He says it through gritted teeth, and there's no heat or fight behind it, because he's pretty sure Kirk wouldn't listen to him anyway if he's this far into a rescue operation. When Finn pulls Newt's arm over his shoulder his body stiffens suddenly, a small cry of pain slipping out before he bites his lip to shut himself up.]
Um. Uh. Just — educated guess based on symptoms, but — internal contusions from blunt abdominal trauma, maybe some bruised ribs; I got jumped and kicked around by some magical asshole at the speakeasy. [Newt doesn't want them to slow down (or rather, he doesn't want him to slow them down), so he tries to move his legs faster, breath hitching with each heavy step that going down a staircase unfortunately calls for. Mentioning the speakeasy, however, makes his expression tighten, eyes sharpening into a betrayed glower.] That asshole — fucking left me there...! When I see Rosinante again, I'm gonna punch him right in the dick...! Just — abandoned me to get beat to death while he got out through the back.
[He can't wait to give him a piece of his mind. Oh, he's gonna.
Even if the guy is like 100 feet tall and can probably pinch Newt's head off.]
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Anyway, Finn's less winded now and there's less noise going on in the background, a lot less shooting. Which should be fortunate but, uh, that mostly just means they're bothering someone else... ]
It's quiet for the most part. They've stopped rushing the control room as much, so I think you've thrown them off. Hermann's okay, James is pretending he's not in a ridiculous amount of pain, and I'm still here.
What's your status?
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[He's actually poking at Jim, too, when Finn's voice comes through in reply. Which works for him, because then he can interrogate them both on their status and make sure they're matching up; look at him, being a detective! Or, uh, having two conversations happening at once is a good way to be too distracted to notice someone biding their time around the corner for an attack.
Either way. He sighs in relief, slumping back against the nearest wall with a grunt of discomfort.]
Tired and annoyed and wanting my bed and my portable DVD player. How're the people stuck in trap rooms? You guys still have eyes on them, or did the manage to get through?
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Thanks. Most, if not all, have gotten out. Hermann's been working on that. If anyone else is still trapped, he knows about them. From the looks of things, though, I think we're just in the surveillance phase now.
there u go, boys
Keep your eye on that video, make sure nobody else gets caught up in their stuff. I think as long as I keep moving, I'll be able to keep 'em off your asses. Tell Hermann to keep up the good nerd work, and you two keep doing what you're doing!
[There's a crackle in the feed a moment later, and then a strange thudding, that sort of heavy and concerning sound a body makes when it hits solid ground. While Kirk calls Newt's name over the feed, the Lionetta member who had sucker-punched Newton as he rounded a corner looks down at his crumbled form. This same fellow had been pointed away from the control room some time ago by Newt, and he seems to have gotten the gist of what's going on here.
The man adjusts his tie before he grabs Newton under his arms, dragging him quite effortlessly through the hall, apparently content to catch himself a POW to interrogate later, when things have calmed down.
Whoops.]
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Newton!?
[ The only reply Finn gets is from Parker and Kovacs, though, and it's less a reply and more of a slamming the panic button. Because Parker has the Orb and they're still here. Because Cheri is working with someone who's after Parker. Because the shaking Finn's been feeling hasn't just been from his nerves. ]
We need to get out, now. Newton, come in. [ The first was directed at the people he's with, the second back into the quiet network, Finn carefully not panicking all the while.
But dammit, they need to go. He has two people that's hurt on his team, and they need to get to safety.
Once he and James pry Hermann away from the terminals (only after the other teams are safe, Hermann demanded), Finn gets them both outside. He doesn't wait to get a safe distance away before he stops James. ]
Head to the speakeasy they were using as a distraction. People might still be stuck there. I'll join up with you later.
[ And because he knows there'll be an argument, Finn doesn't wait before turning back. He can sense Newton higher up in the building, not moving from his position, so he must be trapped. Guess who's coming to get him! ]
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Which is why he looks almost affronted when Finn tells him to head out. He grabs Finn's wrist before he can even think to make a run for it. ]
Absolutely not. You are blind right now, I don't give a fuck about what you can sense with the Force, you're not going anywhere on your own. This isn't a discussion.
[ He will, however, make sure Hermann can find his way to the speakeasy, or anywhere that's remotely safer. He'll probably find Orbers along the way, but in the meantime— ]
Come on, we need to get people out. Newt, first.
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[ Okay, he expected an argument, but this is happening a little too fast. And they have time. And he's lowkey offended. ]
I've been getting around fine so far! And I'm not the one that got shot, anyway. You're wounded! James.
[ If they weren't on a time crunch, Finn would be digging his heels in. But they are, so he's just going to complain the whole way there. Better for Newt to know they're coming or something... Anyway, Finn at least takes the lead since he's the one with the built-in GPS. ]
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Yeah? Well, I've been getting around fine so far too, so I'm going. Don't say my name like I'm some kid you're— scolding!
[ Moving does make it hurt just a little, but he pushes past the pain. He has his phaser at the ready but it turns out that when the whole damn place is about to collapse, the guards are in as much of a hurry to get the hell out of there, so they're able to move across the building without any issues cropping up. ]
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It's a few minutes later that he's waking up groggily with his forehead against the concrete wall of what looks like a — uh, a big laundry room? Something like that. The guy who dragged him in sits in a chair backwards, eying him with a glower that could kill a person, if it had any literal power behind it.
Newt, of course, immediately tries to contact someone... only to find there's no connection. As in, there's no earpiece in his ear. It's sitting next to his wallet and the little taser from his pockets, on the nearby laundry-folding table. The guy sniffs, looks casual as he reaches into his pocket and pulls a switchblade; god, what is it with these people and switchblades?! "Nice to see you awake, 'Newton'. Now, you're gonna tell me what the hell's going on, or I'm gonna cut off pieces of you 'til your friends don't know who you are, capsiche?"
Newton glances down at the handcuffs on both wrists, the ones that have chained him, effectively, to the piping that is coming out of the wall. His head feels kind of muddy, and his ribs hurt bad enough to cry, but he reels it in.]
Don't know what you're talking about, man... I — I just play piano...
[The Lionetta member stands up, kicks over his chair.
"Yeah?! Sure would be a shame if the piano player lost his fingers, huh?!"
The building shakes before he can take any further steps toward Newt, and they both look up anxiously to the rumbling that happens. With a curse, he points at the little guy chained to the pipe, says with a jab of his finger, "stay put, asshole," just before he goes to investigate.
Sure would be a shame if that guy ran into some Orbers!]
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He opens the heavy stairwell door harder than needed, not because of the spat (that he will never admit that he's kind of enjoying and is also a great distraction from their impending doom) but because there's someone on the other side with less than good intentions. With the other man stunned, Finn grabs the wrist holding the switchblade, yanks hard while he sends an elbow to the other's throat, hears the clank of the knife hitting the ground, and punches him hard against the cheek bone.
Once the enemy's down, Finn turns back and gestures at him, looking about a foot to Jim's right. ]
See?
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Part of him thinks that the reason why Finn opens the door like that is precisely because he's mad, but he quickly realizes it's because of the guard. He lifts his phaser but it ends up not being necessary, as Finn deals with the guy in a way that's quick, surprisingly effective, and kind of really hot. Not that he'll admit to that right now.
However, Finn's little quip just ruins that, especially when he can't even pretend like he's looking straight at Jim. He groans and rolls his eyes (yes, he's just going to roll his eyes at Finn even though he can't see it), then moves to step right over the knocked out guard. ]
Better than you, clearly. Come on, he came from here. Newt's this way, right?
idk if we're starting on an order or if i should just tag but HERES A TAG
Whatever, it's fine. Finn half jogs to catch up. ]
He should be in earshot. Maybe another room or two over? [ Then, louder: ] Newton? Are you around here? Can you hear us?
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Man, his body hurts. That's a good sign, way better than everything not hurting, but it still sucks. Judging by the way the room shakes, he has a feeling him being in decent health isn't gonna matter if he's buried in big piles of concrete and rebar.]
C'mon, Newt... C'mon, think, think... think...
[But it looks like he doesn't have to think too long. Between panting and trying to reach the table again, he hears... his name? He's pretty sure he heard his name. Leaning as far as he can with his hands bound to the piping, he calls out:]
Finn?! Hey! In here! Finn, is that you?!
[He laugh-coughs, forcing himself to stand as far as the pipe will let him, looking toward the door hopefully. Everything's blurry, because the dude left his glasses on the table too, but he absolutely recognizes the two figures that appear in the doorway. Laughing more excitedly, he looks exhausted but so very relieved]
Jim! Finn! Heeeey, dudes, how're you. S'great to see you! [Standing bowed like this hurts his stomach, so he just slides back down the wall. His hair sticks to a sweat forehead, and he looks kind of sickly, but he doesn't look all that harmed, other than the bandaids scattered on his hands.] How's it going? You're both looking good.
[Newton, you can only see their blurry figures right now.]
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There's a relieved sigh and a wide grin as soon as he realizes that Newt's fine. A little banged up, but nothing that he won't get over. ]
Well, I always look good, so.
[ He heads over to Newt, giving him a once-over, eyes landing on the cuffs. ]
He's cuffed to a pipe, [ He says to Finn, since he can't really see it right now. ] Figures you'd be into some kinky shit. Come on— can you hold your hands as wide apart as you can for me? I'll shoot them off of you.
[ Also please hurry, before the room collapses or something. ]
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But the smile falls when he hears about the cuffs. There had been some sort of clinking noise... Then the frown is quickly replaced by a slightly panicked look. ]
There's... no keys? I'm guessing?
[ He's not arguing Jim's methods. He's just concerned. And also can't see and is distressed that there might be a very obvious key somewhere in his line of sight. There's no time to go on a scavenger hunt or anything but--
Y'know what? Maybe it's a better plan to keep Newt distracted. ]
Newton, are you hurt? Can you walk?
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[Which kind of betrays the pale look on his face, which is currently lined with some pained tension, but it's not like Finn can see that. Nor does he see the way Newt suddenly twists in his cuffs and leans away from Finn when he almost bumps into him — Wait, what? Waitaminute, why isn't Finn seeing that, actually? Newton glances in worry at the Finn-shaped blob, frowning, but still doing as he's told; he pulls his reddened, achy wrists as far apart as they'll go — which isn't very far on a pair of standard handcuffs.
Please don't shoot him, Jimbo.]
Why'd you have to tell him that? What's wrong with your vision?
And what're you doing here, Jim? You're shot, dude!
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[ Priorities, Newt! While those cuffs are on, it's the only thing Jim's worrying about, and it's easier to focus like that. Just solving one problem at a time.
Anyway, as for all those questions? They're getting effectively ignored for the time being. He'll probably see soon enough what's wrong with Finn's eyes in any case, so he won't go into that when he needs Newt to stay really still and as calm as he can manage right now.
Luckily Jim isn't blind, and despite his gunshot wound, he can still aim his phaser just fine. Highest setting will turn the cuffs pretty hot, but it also means they break apart in a couple of seconds, at which point Newt will just have to give a tug to free himself.
Only then does he grab Newt's glasses, as well as his earpiece, handing them both to Newt. ] Here. Now let's get out of here.
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Plus, yeah, he's also going to ignore Newton's questions. Or, well, the first two. ]
He's all right for now. I'm looking after him. [ Ha. Haha. There are so many layers to those statements. Anyway, he starts to move to the door again. Time to go! ]
The stairwell is clear. Hermann's already outside, if you were wondering.
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My herooooo! [Taking the glasses in his hands and slipping them back on, he winces at the side of the dried blood on Jim's jacket.] ... Yeesh. You look terrible. In a hot way, of course, but. Let's get you lying down, huh? I think we could all use a nap, honestly.
[Turning to follow Finn, he smiles weakly.]
Thanks, though. Seriously. I knew Hermann was in good hands with you two.
By the way — [He grabs Finn's shoulder, turning him back toward him slightly as he holds up a closed fist.] How many fingers am I holding up, Finnicus?
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I think we could all use getting the hell out of here if we don't want to get crushed to death.
[ There doesn't seem to be much else for them to take from this room, so he gives Newt a nudge towards the room, then Finn. Come on, come on, no time to stand around chatting. ]
He's blind right now. [ Just in case the fact that Finn's eyes are completely whited out doesn't give that away. ] Little mishap with the Ti'shaaz a while back. He can make his way around, though, he's got this special ability. It's how we found you.
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Anyway, he's stopped by Jim pushing on him and explaining what actually happened. So much his number guessing! ]
It's those things in my blood you found. They're sort of... talking to me more often? That sounds horrible now that I'm saying it.
[ Whatever, he's making his way back to the stairwell now. ]
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[Maybe Newt has no room to talk, because the blind guy and the shot guy have successfully retrieved him from what could have been his doom (hopefully this building stays upright, huh?!) — but still!
...
He does, however, smile despite himself, relieved and maybe a little proud.]
But, uh. I'm proud of you, Finn. I mean, look at the good you're doing with those powers, huh?
[They get to the stairwell, and Newton does pretty good through a portion of those steps, Finn at his side, Kirk behind him. The pain starts ramping somewhere in the middle of their brisk escape before he feels his vision sharply black-out for a moment, and he slips on a step and stumbles shoulder-first into the nearest wall with a pained cry.]
Agh... shit, shit, ah fuck... [His bruised ribs are screaming in protest now, the thud-thud of pain finally washing over what safety the adrenaline provided. But Finn and Kirk are being all badass and tough, and Newt's not about to be the loser who can't handle it.] Sorry guys, I'm good, just keep going, I'm good-
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We can all stroke each other's egos another time, don't you think?
[ His voice strains, pain flaring briefly, but he powers through. The adrenaline is doing wonders for him and his injury right now. Which is more than can be said for Newt's state, clearly. ]
Hey, hey— [ Jim rushes to Newt's side, taking hold of his arm, trying to help him keep moving. ] Oh no, we're not going anywhere without you. Finn, help me out here, we need to help him walk.
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I was kind of thinking it was a more neutral way to use them--
[ But he stops when Jim speaks up, a lot more worried about the pain in his voice than what he actually says. Dammit, really should have left him outside somehow. For all the complaining was kind of fun, it was no less serious and true.
Then everything stops when Newton does. Finn's quick to get on his opposite side, getting an arm around his upper back and trying to loop Newt's arm over his shoulders. But it's kind of tough since he doesn't know where the injury is. ]
Where are you hurt? What's wrong?
[ Don't worry, Jim. He's talking and moving all at the same time. Though, even though he's already moving them forward, progress is a good bit slower now. ]
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[He says it through gritted teeth, and there's no heat or fight behind it, because he's pretty sure Kirk wouldn't listen to him anyway if he's this far into a rescue operation. When Finn pulls Newt's arm over his shoulder his body stiffens suddenly, a small cry of pain slipping out before he bites his lip to shut himself up.]
Um. Uh. Just — educated guess based on symptoms, but — internal contusions from blunt abdominal trauma, maybe some bruised ribs; I got jumped and kicked around by some magical asshole at the speakeasy. [Newt doesn't want them to slow down (or rather, he doesn't want him to slow them down), so he tries to move his legs faster, breath hitching with each heavy step that going down a staircase unfortunately calls for. Mentioning the speakeasy, however, makes his expression tighten, eyes sharpening into a betrayed glower.] That asshole — fucking left me there...! When I see Rosinante again, I'm gonna punch him right in the dick...! Just — abandoned me to get beat to death while he got out through the back.
[He can't wait to give him a piece of his mind. Oh, he's gonna.
Even if the guy is like 100 feet tall and can probably pinch Newt's head off.]
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