Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

[ngm_miscellaneous]

Marcelo Alencar da Silva had been in surgery for a few hours. He had been completely unaware of law enforcement locking down the city block his building was on. He had not been aware of much outside of trying to stay awake until some doctor like person told him it was okay to sleep.

The doctors had worked hard. As precisely as the sword had been impaled into their patient, they had to be just as precise to make sure he did not bleed out all over the operating table. Those doctors lived and worked in New York, home of the Avengers and Fantastic Four. Yet, they were never quite prepared for people stabbed with swords.

Even with a very close call, the Brazilian patient was rolled out to recovery. As the nurses and doctors monitored him, the surgeon went out to explain to his fiancee how things went. When the medical personnel were sure he was stable enough, he was sent to his own private room and allowed to have visitors.

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Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[hellkitten]

Liza crouched on top of the hospital parking garage, scanning the hospital grounds with the night vision feature in her spiffy new costume's mask. She could see far better in the dark than most people unaided... something to do with that family adaptation for functioning in Stygian blackness. The technology in the mask elevated that to "might as well be daylight".

She could see private guards as well as law enforcement patrolling. Some out in the open, the obvious deterrents, and some less obvious. There were more than a few of them, not surprising, given such a spectacular and bloody assault on one of the biggest business interests in the world. Quite a force, professionals all, but they weren't ready for the likes of her.

At least, she really, really hoped not. Otherwise, this was going to be embarrassing as all Home.

Liza watched, waited, picked her moment, then flicked her wrist, and the line in her glove shot out across the space between the garage and the main building. She swung across and sunk her claws into the side of it, the heating elements in them melting into the brick and giving her extra purchase. She scuttled down the wall, pausing at one certain window, the top of her head barely peeking down over the frame to check on who was inside. Two people in a hospital bed, one the man she was looking for, the other, Liza guessed, his fiancee. No guards in the room.

Her new costume was packed with all sorts of handy features, but the item strapped on her back was definitely non-standard equipment. Still hanging upside down, she unhooked it, took a marker out of a pouch hidden under her sash, and began writing.

Liza wasn't stupid, although sometimes she pretended to be less astute and observant than she really was. And she was pretty good at telling when someone was trying to hide something... that came with the territory when your father was the Prince of Lies.

Done with her message, she held the whiteboard up to the window.

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[vesper_verde]

Sleeping as much as he did meant Marcelo was awake at odd hours. Almost like being Vesper except with a lot more pain in his chest. Movement at the windows caught his attention. He glanced over and did a double take.

He grinned a little. At least equipment suppliers were well thought of. He gave Hellkitten a little wave.

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[pyroprincess]

Stephanie looked out the window and saw ... well, she's assuming it must have been Hellkitten, waving a little sign out at her. Her face screwed up ever so slightly, unable not to feel slightly jealous. She didn't do anything as drastic as go over to the window, but she continued to watch.

If Hellkitten tried to come in, however, there would be words.

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[hellkitten]

Liza grinned and waved back. Then she performed a walkover/backbend, the kind of maneuver usually performed by a gymnast on a floor mat, balance beam, or other horizontal surface, against the side of the building, coming to rest right side up, perched on the narrow ledge outside the window.

Showing off? Demonstrating that her new light armor didn't hinder her balance or flexibility? The answer was entirely up to the observer.

Liza smiled again, gave a thumbs up gesture and another wave, then cast her line out and swung away into the night.

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo watched the display of his gear fitted to the right person. He was quite impressed. He gave her a thumbs up with a grin.

"Nice that I've got more people looking out for..." he glanced at Stephanie.

"... uh, me."

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[pyroprincess]

"... I see. I assume that was Hellkitten." Stephanie looked towards the now empty window. "Cute little stunt with the whiteboard." Next thing she knew, Marcelo's ex was going to show up with flowers and fulsome declarations of her eternal love. "And with the gymnastics, as clearly you also noticed."

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[vesper_verde]

"Yes, that was Hellkitten," he replied carefully.

"Her gymnastics is why I designed her suit the way it is. Well, after a fashion. The cat motif is all hers." And then he realized his mouth might start leading him into trouble. He trailed off and made small cough.

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[pyroprincess]

"Of course it is." Stephanie sighed and grumbled slightly, settling back into her seat. "Of course, I'm certain the ex-fiancee will be sending flowers." Who even knew what sort of women would crawl out of the woodwork to lament their former man's injury?

It wasn't fair. She wanted him all to herself.

Re: Sometime, in the middle of the night...

[vesper_verde]

"Hey." He reached for her. Which didn't get far because it pulled on his wounds. "So what if she does? I'm still yours, and you're still mine."

Marcelo wasn't sure who would send him anything. He doubted his employees would.