Meme Collection

[dreamer_ryoko]

OTHER MEMES FOR IDEAS:
A List of Gen Memes
Gen Memes on Bakerstreet

1: Kidnapping Meme
2: Campfire Meme
3: Nursed Back to Health Meme
4: Hypnosis Meme
5: Rain Meme
6: Sensory Deprivation Meme
7: Insomnia Meme
8: Snowpocalypse Meme
9: Deal with the Devil Meme
10: I Can Explain Meme
11: Cyberpunk AU Meme
12: The Last Night Meme
13: Enchanted Forest Meme
14: Darkest Timeline Meme
15: Otherwordly Meme
16: Victorian Era AU Meme
17: Android Bullshit Meme
18: The Road Not Taken Meme
19: Reincarnation Meme
20: Claustrophobic Horror Setting Meme
21: Alternate Universe Meme
22: Tskukumogami Meme
23: Random Scenario Meme

THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME

- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
- Have fun!

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

ACTION.

① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honour → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.

① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.

① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.

① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.

① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

Taken from bakerstreet. Helpful ideas for all-purpose shenanigans.

Comments

[chimericalclaw]

[Scott won't find any resistance when he pulls away, but neither will Altius move out of the path. Even so, he hesitates a moment, eyes narrowing as he decides on a reply.

... obviously, he's not unfamiliar with teenagers wielding strange powers. Even his time here so far could tell him it's not as out of the ordinary as a "normal" person might believe in his world.]

Explain what you mean by that.

[The situation is too dire for drawing things out with an overly polite request.]

[laserguy]

[The teen's jaw clenches, clearly torn between just trying to shove Altius away or figuring that answering him is the best way to get this done and over with. On one hand, he doesn't owe whoever this is any explanation, but it may be less of a pain in the ass if he did explain. Those thoughts battle in his mind for a moment before Scott turns his head away, looking off to the side and looking like a great example of a sullen and troubled teen.

Eventually though, he reluctantly answers.]

I shoot lasers out of my eyes. [Technically not lasers, but whatever, that's the description Scott is going to give. It took a lot just to give that answer, so he's not going to get into optic blasts and concussive force. Professor McCoy was really interested in how they worked, but he's a nerd anyway.]

Now point me in the right direction.

[Scott what is the plan, you can't see. Sure, he can hear the screaming and the roaring, but he's still blind. There's still buildings and everything around and he has no idea where he's walking.]

[chimericalclaw]

[Maybe it's a good thing that Scott can't see the momentarily baffled look that comes to Altius's face. The following pause might give off the impression of it, though, even though it's mostly filled by a quick succession of thoughts.

The young man is clearly hesitant to admit this, and his tone is anything but mocking—is this the reason behind his blindfold? Further, the impossible has been made possible here, however difficult he may find it to accept even as someone who's already familiar with magic; he has no choice but to believe Scott for now, at least in terms of the nature of this apparent power.

There are other considerations—many, in fact—but the immediate next step is this: in a tone no less serious than before, he continues,]

You're absolutely sure it's more powerful than gunfire?

[laserguy]

[If the silence between them lasted just a couple of seconds longer, Scott might've tried to shove past the older man. All of this is taking far too long. He's been irritable since he got here and the fearful running and screaming of the people around them has only increased his impatience. Not that he'd admit it out loud, but it feels stupid for him to just stand around or run away when maybe he could be doing something to help out.

Of course that earlier thought of just wanting to get his anger out on something hadn't fully left him either. A giant monster attacking the town at least constitutes him fighting back or whatever.

But whoever this guy is wants more reassurance still.]

Yeah, obviously. They're lasers. [Despite all that gusto, Scott takes an unsteady step forward, clearly struggling to find his footing around here. That anger that's almost visible on his shoulders only tightens, his jaw clenching. Look, it's better to be that than looking upset.] Are you done now?

[chimericalclaw]

[Zekarion would have ignored the sass even if he were the sort to be annoyed by it; he's more attuned to the fact that this young man doesn't actually seem capable of making his way to the target he could use these supposed lasers on. He glances quickly between that and the cloud of dust several blocks away that emerges with another rumble.

It's a big risk—even if he trusts this boy's word, neither of them truly know what effect such an attack will have. But the reward could be equally as great... and it's not as if he doesn't have his own potential solutions to the problems that might arise, he supposes.]

No.

[He places a hand on Scott's shoulder, but this time more from the side; he's no longer standing in the way, and in fact the pressure there is encouraging Scott to move forward.]

If I see the risk is too much, we're retreating.

[laserguy]

[Scott's throat visibly moves as he swallows back all retaliatory remarks. As much as he wants to claim that he doesn't need anyone's help or guidance, having someone that can actually see would help a lot. He doesn't know what's in front of him, relying only on sound, and with everything as chaotic as is, the chances of him finding his way to the monster before things get worse are low. So, it's better if he accepts this stranger's assistance.

Doesn't mean he's happy about it. There's still that petulant attitude sticking to the mutant even as he nods.]

Fine, let's go. [...] Don't chicken out too quickly.

[He just has to trust this dude to correctly guide him. He doesn't think it's a trap at all, mostly because that seems stupid. Scott wouldn't say that his voice sounds comforting or anything, but he was trying to save his ass earlier by blocking his way. That counts for something.]

[chimericalclaw]

[It seems clear to Zekarion with that notable pause that the young man is starting to realize what he's getting into, even as he attempts to seem confident. False bravado isn't an uncommon trait in people that age, he thinks. He's seen it both in his own team years ago and in the more recent group—but when you're facing danger like this, it's a better option than cowering.

He doesn't respond to the bait; he simply ushers Scott forward with concise direction on when there's rubble or a potential misstep in the way that he can't simply move the boy around and avoid.

The cacophony of the creature's destruction is clearer as they approach, and though the screaming of civilians fades in turn, it's replaced by cut off shouts, barked orders and the occasional gunfire. It's only a minute or two before the thing is in sight. Zekarion notes that the monster likely wouldn't have any trouble tearing through the barricades, even if they're enhanced by whatever magic or technology the locals use; that it's staying in one spot says to him that it must have a particular goal in this area. Not that any of that matters—he can investigate that later, when it's dead.

The two of them remain unnoticed for now, the officers nearby too distracted by the thing in front of them to worry about any ill-advised approach from behind. Zekarion doesn't bother to question whether he'll need to direct the young man's "lasers." He simply places a hand above and behind Scott's ear to show that he's prepared to do so.]

How precise do we need to be?

[laserguy]

[Scott isn't going to admit it, at least not right now, about how much he appreciates this stranger guiding him. Not since Alex has anyone helped him, other than a brief explanation on what's going on and for him to figure it out on his own. Granted, part of it was due to Scott angrily telling them to fuck off and then all this happened, but it doesn't erase that growing emotion. Zekarion's hands are steady, making sure that he doesn't trip or fall over anything as they get closer to those destructive sounds. Maybe even supportive, but Scott knows that's probably a ridiculous thought.

His shoulders instinctively tense underneath his hold as they get deeper into the warzone. It's what it sounds like to Scott anyway. He wonders if this is what Alex experienced at Vietnam, probably not, but his mind can't help but draw that comparison. People are still afraid, there are people shooting and biting off commands, and he feels lost and uncertain about what's going on. He's almost thankful when Zekarion breaks through the atmosphere with that question.]

Not precise. [Perhaps in a surprising turn of events, much of the teenager's prior attitude has dropped. Instead, he's serious, almost focused, head tilted in the general direction of the ongoing rampage. Sure he's anxious, maybe even a little afraid despite all that bravado earlier, but he's doing his best to shove it down to eliminate the threat and answer the older man's question.]

Just make sure my head's pointed in the general direction of what I need to hit. [...] The bandage isn't what is keeping my powers in check. So, even when you take it off, I just need to close my eyes to stop my attack.

[chimericalclaw]

[It would have been difficult for Zekarion not to pick up on the change in mood. The tension, the momentary hesitance, the focused response—it all points to the idea that they're on the same page as to the importance of what they're doing and the risk involved. Good.

His hands remain steady. (Half a thought goes through his mind—of what it might have been like if he and the others had an adult who could guide them through supernaturally dangerous situations like this, instead of having to rely only on the heartless creatures that gave them magic.) He watches the creature's movements for another moment, but can only guess that its underside might be weaker than the rest of it. It's the best option they have, most likely—so he makes sure of Scott's facing and of the monster's slowed movements as it searches before speaking again.]

There. [His other hand grips the side of the bandage, prepared to remove it as soon as Scott answers his question.] Are you ready?

[Perhaps it's unnecessary to wait, given the explanation, but it seems too significant to take it without being absolutely sure.]

[laserguy]

[Breathe, Summers. It's something he repeats to himself as that bandage shifts from his eyes, hinting that his companion (associate? ally??) is ready and therefore he needs to be ready. There's probably an opportunity right now and they shouldn't squander it.

...

This will be the third time he'll use his powers. First was an accident, second was to show Professor Xavier what he could do, and now he's going to use them to hopefully stop this rampaging monster. If he's thinking optimistically, it feels like he's improving with each use, but it's difficult to fully take in that mindset when he remembers how close he was to killing that other student. He knows he can't walk back though, not after everything he said, so he keeps on trying to push those emotions down.

Focus. Even if he's alone in this world, he can still... do this. Soak in the almost guiding hand that's on him, even if it's not Alex.]

Ready.

[As soon as Zekarion removes the bandage, Scott will only give him a few seconds before he lets his eyes open. Predictably, although maybe surprising to the older man, two bright red beams expel from his eyes with a loud hum. With the proper guidance, they hit their mark against the monster's vulnerable underbelly-- perhaps even strong enough to just pierce through its flesh.]

[chimericalclaw]

[Surprise might be one word for it.

He'd prepared for something, certainly. Lasers require a great deal of energy, so the sound itself isn't unexpected so much as the intensity of the noise. But mostly, it's the absolute force of the attack that surpasses his usually impressive self control, and he jolts in shock. He at least has enough focus not to let it affect where he's aiming the young man.

How in the world was he keeping all of that in check with merely his eyelids?

A question to ask later. For now: the creature takes the hit almost directly, screeching in pain loud enough to rattle what glass remains after it crashes into the surrounding buildings. But it's not down yet, and its attention has been drawn very directly towards the ones finally able to tear past its defenses. Even as the two of them try to keep the beams focused, the monster is just clever enough to move to the side, blocking further attacks with its hardier scales and some of the ruined buildings.

Before it even advances towards them, Altius makes a judgment. With how quickly those enormous legs can carry it, no matter how much it might be struggling or how powerful the boy's powers, they can't stay here.]

Close them!

[He's not waiting to see if Scott will follow the command. He's already moving to bodily pick up the boy and dart further into an alleyway to escape the thing's advance while they still can.

Not that he plans to leave the job half-done, mind you. They simply need one more opportunity, and he's certain the force of another attack like that will kill the thing for good. But he's going to need to get them into the right position.]

[laserguy]

[It's strange that the first thing he sees in this world is a screaming monster.

Not that he feels too bad about it, since it was out here trying to destroy everything in its path, but it's still an image that sinks in. In a new world, away from home, away from the one place that he could've possibly fit in, and this is the first thing he sees without trying to envision images based on descriptions in his mind. Of course, he still can't see very well, not with the framing of a red glow surrounding all edges of his vision, but right in the middle is something he can now picture in his mind with complete certainty.

...Along with the fact that it looks pretty angry and is now blocking his attack with its scales.

Scott was already thinking about closing his eyes when he hears Zekarion's command, which luckily allows the mutant to quickly shut them as he's hoisted by the other man in a surprising show of strength. Look, it's not like he's super light or anything! He bites back any complaint as they move, just trusting Zekarion to get them both to safety. It's odd to put this much faith in someone he just met, but it's the only thing he can do.

Instinctively and maybe because he's just a little rattled from everything going on, his hands clench tighter around the man's shoulder so that he doesn't let go.]

W-We're going to finish it off, right?

[chimericalclaw]

[Scott isn't exactly the first teenage boy he's carried around—and he's quite fit under the suit, thank you very much. If he does happen to double the speed of a dash or two with his magic while Scott's eyes are closed, it's just good strategy in the name of not getting them both killed. Either way, his grip is solid—he's not letting any harm come to this young man now that he's made the decision to put them both in this monster's sight.

Speaking of that: a pained screech rings in their ears, closer than before, and there's a tremendous crash as the thing pitches itself into one of the buildings Altius had chosen as cover moments before.]

After we avoid— [He has to duck under the tumbling bricks and debris.] —getting crushed.

[His tone is hushed; the monster is making a great deal of noise with its stomps and swipes as it looks for them, but there's no telling if its hearing is good enough to detect their voices through all that.]

Stay silent for now. I'll find us another chance.

[It's much harder to determine a building-sized creature's movements and intentions at ground level, he muses. Harder—but not impossible. A building's decorative window has broken in the chaos, and the crinkle of his foot against the edge of glass should be the only sign of his movement inside for now, out of view as they are. He takes the opportunity to lurk in the dark for a brief moment so he can scan the environment and get eyes on their enemy again.

The authorities are still doing their best to get the thing's attention, gauging by the occasional sounds of their weapons, but it's worse than pointless now. Its foot comes into view, cracking the asphalt with its weight. It seems to be tracking their direction at least somewhat—which could be good or bad, but he'll choose to take it as a boon. Better to make it come to them than have to cover any real distance themselves; that would only drag this out further.

The monster draws a ragged breath, and Zekarion can tell from the shift of its weight that it's about to smash its side against the building they've taken these seconds of brief refuge in. He sees an opportunity. A thought occurs to him—

It would be unlikely for a normal man to escape all this unharmed, wouldn't it? No matter how sharp. A rampaging monster attacking him while he's protecting a young man who's practically blind? Add to that how one would look coming out from such a situation, having taken a blow for the purposes of keeping a teenager safe while making sure the greater threat was eliminated...

His dive out of the way of the falling upper floors is just barely too slow, and he's rewarded with a sharp pain in his side and leg. There's the tearing of fabric, the faint smell of (human) blood, and a noise caught in the back of Altius's throat—but Scott should be shielded in his arms from the worst of anything but a few minor scrapes from pieces of brick and drywall. A moment later, the man rolls Scott off of him by the shoulders, pointing him through the broken bricks and past the fallen tilt of flooring at the creature's wound.

If his hands are a little less steady compared to earlier—well, it should still serve well enough to guide Scott's optic blasts.]

Now.

[At this angle and distance, it should have no chance.]

[laserguy]

[The beating in his chest hastens with every nearby crash and scream the injured monster makes. It's fully hard to tell where it's at, only that they're still in proximity of its presence, which is something that Scott wants. It is just hard to deny how frightening their current circumstance is. However, he keeps all of that pushed down, staying silent like he's been told, not wanting to risk injury to either himself or his companion. Whether or not he's telling him to stay quiet because the monster is near or if he needs the quiet to think, Scott doesn't care. He's keeping his mouth shut.

Look, he can do that when the situation calls for it. Maybe his old high school teachers just needed to get attacked by a giant monster.

It's hard to keep up such an attitude, however, when they're still in danger and Zekarion is doing his very best to keep both of them safe. Every step he makes while the older man keeps his grip on him pushes that feeling of gratitude, hands tightening just a little more as he bites his lip. He just has to wait for his opportunity to help, as frustrating as it is. He's worried that at some point, the older man will get caught off guard and... and he doesn't want that. Not just because he'll lose his 'eyesight' for the time being.

Scott's worst fears are almost confirmed when that tearing of cloth resounds through the air, accompanied by the distinct smell of blood and the mutant almost snaps his eyes open in concern. It doesn't take much to put two and two together, especially as Zekarion holds back a pained noise. He wants to ask how he's doing and the thought that he doesn't know how badly injured Zekarion may be only fuels his anxiety. Maybe he shouldn't have put this man in danger at all, even if he had no means to really run around himself. He still didn't want this.

However, regret and worry has no place right now, not when he's eased to the ground and obviously pointed in a direction once more. The implication is clear and he once again steadies himself, even though his worry for Zekarion is fully visible on his uncovered face. He... he'll have to check on him later. Somehow. Call for help, once this beast is dead. Scott has to make sure that it won't get up, for the people in this city and for this stranger.

Something determined pitches in his face as Zekarion gives him that one word command, emotions pushing Scott before letting his eyes fly open once more. Just like before, those concussive blasts burst out from his eyes, but they almost seem more powerful, fueled by something in Scott himself. They hum through the air and quickly hit their mark, this time, piercing through its body and coming out its other side as a dying roar nearly shakes the foundation of where they're standing at.

But finally, it collapses on the ground, one final twitch and gasping noise emitting from it before finally stilling. It's only then Scott shuts his eyes once more as well.]

[chimericalclaw]

[The added strength to the blasts is unexpected but not unwelcome; as Altius watches the creature fall, his hand leaves the young man's head, but his other remains on the shoulder. He's clearly got it covered.

It thuds to the ground, and more dust from the wreckage falls from above. Once it's obvious his judgment was correct, his eyes turn away from the doomed creature to the glowing red of those beams, and then once they're gone, the mutant that's their source.

Though the strain in his quiet voice is genuine, so is the underlying surety.]

Good.

[He lets himself fall to his side, elbow no longer supporting him, and takes a moment to breathe before assessing. Fractured rib, leg lacerations, sprained ankle. His lower half is pinned beneath the rubble; the swelling is going to be unpleasant, but necessary to follow through with his ruse. People would notice an unnaturally quick recovery.

His eyes go to the boy. Scott certainly seems to be no worse than nervous—understandable, given everything—but it would be amiss to not make sure.]

... Are you alright?

[Altius hadn't missed the clear worry in his face, even if he'd only caught a glance of it in his focus on the task. He's starting to get something like a solid picture of the lad, and it's one he can't say he dislikes.]

[laserguy]

[...They won.

Scott of course knew this from the moment he saw the creature collapse onto the ground, but as that adrenaline slowly leaves his body, the impact of that knowledge truly starts to settle in. They... they stopped something that was terrorizing others, saved the city, and he actually did something good with his powers for once. Instead of accidentally hurting another student and costing damages to his school, he did something worthwhile. Something... proud builds in his chest, especially as he hears the older man give that single word of approval.

Yeah. They did do good.

However, those congratulatory feelings immediately disappear when he's suddenly reminded of Zekarion's injury and Scott stumbles over to his side, only able to get this far by the sound of his voice. This stupid old man... asking Scott if he's okay when he's the one bleeding and everything! H-He doesn't even know how badly injured he is and that part scares him.]

S-shut up. [He says roughly, but there's no disguising the worry in his voice as he inches just a little closer. It's clear he's trying to reach out, his hand extended for Zekarion, but he's really not used to being blind.] H-how badly are you hurt? We need to get someone to help you!

[chimericalclaw]

Well enough to yell at me, then, [he remarks, answering his own question with the observation. He trusts the young man to stay on task, so Altius will do what he can to ease his nerves rather than trying to focus on the urgency.

He doesn't leave Scott's question unanswered for long, even if he needs to take a slow breath before replying to avoid causing himself more pain than necessary. He attempts to inject a bit of lightness into his tone as he takes the hand searching for him, his grip still supportive even if a tremor or two might be noticeable.]

I've had my tetanus shot, so I think I'll survive.

[Nobody in Zekarion's life has ever called him funny and unfortunately that will continue.]

Will you tell me your name?

[laserguy]

[.......

This fucking asshole. He is not funny!! In fact, he's officially the most unfunny person he's ever met and that's say something. Look, there's a lot of loser adults in his life, so.]

You're a dick, you know that?

[He's so mad!! Scott almost wants to kick him, but guess if the old man has enough energy to make stupid jokes, then he's probably not bleeding out. Right?? Right. He better not, at least, or Scott's going to find a way to kick his ass in the afterlife. He'll develop a mutation just for that, just watch him. That angry little look on Scott doesn't leave him, but it's clear he's also relieved.

It doesn't stop the mutant from holding his hand just a little tighter, like he's reassuring himself that Zekarion is okay. As long as his grip is firm, that means he's still with it and everything.]

Scott. [He eventually answers, some attitude in his voice because that's just how he is and because he still hasn't forgiven the older man for his earlier comment.] Scott Summers. What's your name? So I can tell the medics in case you pass out from me kicking your ass.

[And not from blood loss.......]

[chimericalclaw]

[The forceful retort drags a laugh that's almost entirely genuine out of Atlius—unfortunately, halfway through the second one, he's drawing in a hiss through his teeth and tightening his grip on Scott's hand. He is a dick, but one that's currently injured. Have mercy, child.]

Ah, don't make me laugh, [he manages to get out without wheezing. Thankfully the pause before he gets the answer he was looking for gives him time to steady himself again.]

Scott, [he repeats for good measure, if just to display his intent to remember.] Call me Altius.

[As tempting as it might be, he decides to forego any comments about his backside being unavailable at the moment. Rather, he gets to business:]

The wall directly behind you has an opening... wide enough to climb through. Turning left from there should point you in the direction of the responders close enough to hear. Tell them I'm trapped under the rubble... and it's cut into my leg.

[laserguy]

Well, don't laugh then!

[Easy solution!! Scott's cheeks are puffed in a pout, not that he'd ever claim he was doing such a thing, but how else does one react to a guy like this?? Someone injured but laughing, asking about Scott's condition, and still holding his hand. He's not sure if it's because the old man-- Altius is the first person here that truly helped him out or if it's something more, but there's no denying that growing attachment. Scott doesn't fully recognize that emotion for what it is, but it's there, waiting to strengthen.]

Altius. [He repeats, acknowledging his name, maybe just making sure that he doesn't forget it. It's the only thing he really knows about the other man, other than his voice. Maybe, when he's healed, he'll ask what he looks like. ...Or is that fuckin' embarrassing??

But right, first, medical attention. Scott frowns as he listens to his instructions, but he's taking in every word. It's going to be hard to navigate even with these directions, but whatever anxiety or uncertainty he has will just need to be pushed down. After all, he needs his help.]

Okay. [He's tempted to tell him to stay there, but he knows that would only draw some other stupid sarcastic remark from him.] I'll be back. Don't collapse or die out on me.

[With that, Scott slowly releases his hand and straightens up, only looking disoriented for a moment before he starts heading towards the opening Altius pointed out.]

[chimericalclaw]

[Collapse? If only he could be so lucky. No, even if he were injured enough for that to be a potential, he couldn't allow himself to let his guard down that far.]

Be careful.

[It wouldn't do to have his would-be savior trip and fall on his face on the way to get help. He'd be stubborn enough to get to his feet and continue anyway, Zekarion is sure, but better to not delay any longer than necessary. He doesn't really want the time to dwell on how it's going to get worse before it gets better.

He watches Scott's uncertain steps, and then the young man is out of sight. The momentary solitude allows him a few moments to... do nothing, at least. Fake nothing, feel nothing, think nothing. He can allow himself a minute of that, even if he makes sure to remain aware of the surroundings.

... but it's not long before thoughts emerge regardless. How the locals respond to this incident and his involvement will determine how much regret he'll have to express for such an apparently reckless idea; the boy probably won't protest overly given his apparent personality and their success, but Scott's not the only one he has to account for. Plus there's the emergence of that creature in the first place to discover, and its purpose. He needs more information...

Meanwhile, Scott won't have to go far before he's met with a few of the locals and other hero-sorts who've come to assist. With the monster stilled, they're quick to approach to deal with the aftermath—there are no doubt a number of other people who were unable to flee in time, even aside from the work they'll need to put in to sort through the debris.

A woman's voice calls him kid and asks if he's hurt. Other footsteps pass him quickly with equipment on wheels, searching for survivors, accompanied by calls for responses. Sirens sound in the distance, gradually approaching.]

[laserguy]

[Luckily, Scott doesn't trip, as unsteady as his movements are sometimes. The first few blind steps are the hardest, but he eventually manages a pace, only sometimes slowing down when he has to make a turn or his feet bump into rubble. It's all frustrating, wandering around like this, but the thought of Altius lying injured and bleeding because of him is more than enough to motivate the young mutant. He's not going to stop, not until he knows his-- the older man gets help. At least the increasing volume of nearby responders drive that hope up, pushing Scott to almost recklessly cross any remaining distance as the woman meets with him.

Kid. The address would normally annoy Scott, but he's far too distracted, shaking his head at her question and only getting frustrated when he's asked again if he's hurt. No, no, he's fine. He's not the one that needs medical assistance. His eyes are shut because... he's weird, that's all. It's not because he's injured, really! Eventually, Scott's jaw clenches and he eventually shouts, his tone slicing through their commentary.]

No! But someone else is hurt, back... behind me. Please, you need to help him!

[Has he always sounded so desperate? But situation calls for it. He barely even waits for them to acknowledge his plea for help, already nodding back and trying to lead the medics over to Altius' position. Thankfully, they don't push Scott with any more questions, only stepping up to assist his trek back as they search for the injured person that the young teen mentioned.]

[chimericalclaw]

[Given Scott's apparent lack of external injury and the fact that he's coherent and walking around definitely helps with the shift of focus—whatever's going on with the young man and his closed eyes, it's not as dire as other victims the medics will have to worry about more immediately.

From where he lies, Zekarion can faintly hear the distant shouting from Scott, and a single, quiet heh leaves him. It's endearing, really—and it gives him something else to think about as the responders approach. He can't let the boy fret quite so much without protest...

But after a few moments, the sound of footsteps approaches. Another slow breath allows him the opportunity to project his voice so that it comes out evenly:]

In here.

[Does he sound too calm, maybe? Well, it's too late now. He can always chalk it up to not wanting the young man to worry and a few other things—like how they seem to be well equipped, and that the group is certainly a decent enough size to get this damned concrete slab off of him. He remains patient through their initial checks, answering questions with the appropriate amount of detail, but not too much—it hurts to breathe, something's cutting into his thigh, he's losing feeling in his lower leg.

But then they explain that they have to get to the part that is, plainly, going to suck. Three of the responders have moved to lift the debris, and another two are ready to pull him free.

Altius glances to his new companion.]

Scott—cover your ears.

[laserguy]

[Altius might've been okay enough to sass him earlier, but that doesn't erase that visible worry on Scott's face as the responders rush over to the injured man's side. He desperately wants to help, but he knows that he'd only get in the way, forcing him to stand to the side with one hand clenched around his arm as he hones in on what the medics are saying about his injuries. It's the only thing he can do and he wants to know how badly he's actually hurt.

It doesn't sound good, especially since they can't see all of his injuries with the debris on top of him, but Scott tries to remain calm. T-they're going to help and they actually can, if going by what they're saying. It's the only relief he can cling to as he continues to keep his eyes closed.]

What-- why?

[He's already blind, the thought of blocking out another sense doesn't sit too well with Scott. The frown on him only deepens, although Altius may notice that he's still lifting his hands closer to his ears. He hasn't completed in covering them, but he's definitely gotten ready, just because he asked.]

[chimericalclaw]

[After Scott's impressive attempts to keep it together, it's only fair he expresses that he's been putting on a bit of a brave face himself.]

For the sake of my pride. Please.

[The medics don't wait for Scott, whatever his choice is; they count down from five, then put all their effort into raising the slab—which they're going to have to do more than a little, given the—bars, nails, whatever it is that have found a place in his leg. Unfortunately, given the weight of the rubble, it's not a quick process, so it's rather like a very slow and shaky removal of jagged knives.

Even if he were inclined to, he's sure he wouldn't be able to hold back the resulting scream of pain. Really, most of his self control goes towards not immediately crushing the arms of those who've got a grip on him with his magical strength, as his instinct is yelling at him to do. Fuck, that hurts. As many things as his Gem and pact grant him, enhanced pain tolerance is not one of them. Whatever words of support the woman might have for him are drowned out by what feels like a deafening ringing in his ears.

He reminds himself that pain always seems to drag on longer than it actually does. From Scott's perspective, it's only a few seconds before the two holding Altius's arms are certain he's no longer stuck and hurry to slide him out of the way, after which the other three drop the slab with a thud and start to prepare the gurney and other supplies.

Well, the hard part is over, at least. He's not about to forget that one, though, and as much as he'd like to catch his breath, shallow panting is the best he can do right now. (This had better be worth it, Altius.)]