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[onceandfutureprat]

[If anyone's moving through the stairs between levels seven and eight, they'll most likely come across the unconscious king of Camelot. That's... not all together uncommon for him. There's nothing seriously wrong with him, except for a large knot growing on his forehead. But if someone wants to help a guy out, that'd be nice.]


[ooc: Seriously anyone is free to find him. Good or bad.]

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[megamind]

[ Have a cold puppy nose in your ear, king. Megamind was just takin' the dog out for his potty break and found... a king. Well. ]

[ Angus begins to lick his face because why not, and Megamind is quick the tug the puppy back, before he nudges Arthur with his foot. ]

Hey. Uh-- hey. Wake up! Are you okay. Man, you look like someone went after you with a supersized forget-me-stick.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur starts to drift back to consciousness because of the dog, but it's really the foot that does it. He makes a noise in his throat and tries to sit up but no, that's a bad idea, he's just going to rest his head here, thanks. He hasn't really seen Megamind yet, and expect some probably really rude staring when he does.]

Morgana, she... a what stick?

[megamind]

Forget-me-stick.

Unimportant, though. [ Megmaind is used to being stared at, and he crouched down to give the man a bit of a look over. ]

You probably ought to go to the infirmary and get that looked at. Can you walk? Or do I need to get you to your feet and haul you to the infirmary?

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur can't argue against that. He holds out a hand, eyes half lidded still. He's pretty sure he can walk... if he has someone to lean against.]

Give me a hand?

[megamind]

[ Megamind looks at the man, and then shrugs, reaching out to extending one gloved hand to him, and haul him to his feet. ]

You are so lucky I didn't wear my cape out.

[ Leaning on spikes would be uncomfortable. ]

[onceandfutureprat]

[That goes completely over Arthur's head as he sways on his feet for a moment, finally getting a clear look at the person helping him. He must have hit his head harder than he thought.]

... are you really blue?

[megamind]

Are you normally found brained in stairwells? I'm going to hazard that the answer is yes.

[ Come on, King, he's already tired of you. ] Let's get you to the infirmary so Angus stops freaking out.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Not always in stairwells. But yeah, it's amazing he still knows his own name.

Arthur sways once before he leans against him for support as they walk.]

Why are you blue? [Tact isn't something that Arthur excels at, even when he's not nursing a head injury.]

[megamind]

Why are you asking foolish questions? I was born that way. [ Duh, Arthur. ] Are you always such a scintillating conversationalist or can we safely blame this on head injury?

[ It is not 'skin-til-ating', Megamind. But that's how he mangles that particular word. ]

[onceandfutureprat]

[Well, sorry there aren't really an abundance of blue people in Camelot. Actually, Arthur has never come across anyone who hasn't been properly people colored there and he's seen a lot of freaky things. He can't remember if that's the case here right now.]

... that's not how you pronounce that.

[megamind]

Whatever. [ He waves his free hand, and otherwise, supports Arthur with the other. ] I'm Megamind, and I'm blue, bald, and brilliant. You are some hobo I found brained in a stairwell.

I'm pretty sure you've got no right to correct me on anything.

[onceandfutureprat]

[That's... maybe true. Though Arthur has little idea of what a 'hobo' is and he's never heard the word 'brain' used as a verb before this.]

It's Arthur, actually. My name.

[megamind]

[ Megamind is still lugging him about -- he was skinny and bony, but surprisingly strong. Nothing that'd required the Admiral to intervene, but still. ]

Arthur? Very old fashioned. So, Arthur, was there a reason you were drooling on yourself in the stairwell?

[onceandfutureprat]

[That's actually not weird, given that Merlin's pretty much a stick and he manages to haul Arthur around a lot. And he is grateful for the help, even if he's just terrible at showing it.]

Morgana. [Like that says it all.]

[megamind]

Oh, if she the crazy one they're all talking? That crashed the boat? I had to put four days in the engine room because of that nut. [ He's cranky about that! But still hauling. ] You her warden?

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur barks out a laugh, low and bitter.] Her brother, actually.

[megamind]

[ Megamind stops, looking for a brief moment like he's considering dropping Arthur, but then continues onward. ]

Well, I hope the crazy in your family isn't catching.

[onceandfutureprat]

You don't have to worry about that. [He can't even begin to refute the idea that Morgana is insane, even if he wants to. And he doesn't really.]

[megamind]

Oh, good. Then I don't have to ask for some sort of braining myself once we get to the infirmary. [ Back to hauling. ]

we need infirmary peeps :c

[onceandfutureprat]

[That still doesn't seem like a verb to him. But Arthur decides to hold his tongue for once, since this Megamind is helping him walk, and could've dropped him by now if he wanted.]

... Thank you for your help.

i can give you bruce and Megamind all at once? Unless you want to ping another, like Simon or Crane?

[megamind]

Ugh. Don't -- don't thank me. I don't want to be thanked. I just didn't want my dog licking strange men in stairwells.

[ Oh look infirmary doors, here we go. ]

I'm good with Bruce c:

[onceandfutureprat]

[Sorry blue man, Arthur's a knight and he thanks people that help him.] You still could have taken your dog and left me there.

sweet :D

[lastincident]

Just don't tell anybody, then.

[ There's a man waiting inside, doing his checks of supplies, the daily grind between patients. He arches his brows behind his glasses. ]

Don't tell anyone what? [ Bruce asks as Megamind moves Arthur toward one of the exam tables. ]

That I was helpful. Ugh.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur sits down hard with a wince.] Why don't you want anyone to know?

[lastincident]

[ Megamind rolls his eyes. ]

Because it's a-- good guy thing. I am not a good guy. Now if you don't mind, Angus needs to do his business in a place that is not the infirmary! [ and with a flourish and not even a wave, he just--strides out. ]

[ Bruce watches the exchange with an arched brow. ]

So, ah-- let's see your head. What happened? I assume that wasn't your attacker...

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur can't explain Megamind anymore than you can, sir.] No, it was Morgana. I met her on the stairs.

[lastincident]

[ Not his inmate, not the attacker, therefore, not his problem. ]

Let's get you some ice and some pain killers. What did she strike you with?

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur doesn't know what 'pain killers' are, since Gaius calls them remedies and potions and things of that nature but he nods in agreement anyway. They sound like a good thing by a literal definition.]

Her magic.

[lastincident]

Well, there's no pathology for magic. [ Bummer though. ] Well, in the mean time we'll check for concussion and go bout the usual song and dance.

[ Time to do things like shine lights in your eyes and test your memory, Arthur. ]

[onceandfutureprat]

[Man, Gaius usually just hmms and haws at him.]

Meaning what?

[lastincident]

Concussion; a type of head injury. Unmonitored it can lead to more severe complications such as bleeds into the brain and coma.

You seem to be properly responsive, though, so I'm going to have to guess you just have a really nasty bump. I'll get you some pills to take and an ice pack.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur has a strangely thick skull.]

I haven't had... pills before.

[lastincident]

[ He is rapidly figuring out you're not a LARPer or cosplayer, Arthur. ] They're small medicines. Here. [ Time to get one, show him, and a glass of water. ] Pill on tongue, drink some water, take pill with it.

Don't chew the pill. It's not good for you.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Just the good ol King of Camelot. Arthur takes the pill from his hand, eyeing it for a moment before putting it in his mouth. He trusts that Merlin would not work with people in the Infirmary who would give him something harmful.

With the water, it's not as bitter as some of the stuff that Gaius gives him. That's a plus.]

Thank you.

[lastincident]

It'll take some time to take affect, so if I were you I'd just go to your cabin, dim the lights and lay down for a bit. It'll help. [ Gonna get you a bottle of pain killers and hand-write some specific instruction in simpler terms for the king of cosplay. ]

[onceandfutureprat]

[The simpler the better. Arthur nods a little, making a small face when his head throbs because of it. He's not very good at taking it easy, so there's no promises if he'll actually go rest in his room after this.]

I don't think I got your name.

[lastincident]

I'm Dr. Banner. You can call me Bruce, however.

[ Don't make him march you there Arthur. ]

And you are?

[onceandfutureprat]

King Arthur of Camelot. But you may simply call me Arthur.

[lastincident]

[ Bruce's brows go right up, over his glasses, and then down. Well, then. Okay. How about that. ]

Nice to meet you, Arthur.

[ This was a turn for the weird. ]

[onceandfutureprat]

[You turn into a green rage monster, you have no room to talk.] And you, Bruce. [Arthur inclines his head slightly.] You're done with me then?

[lastincident]

[ Still weird to him, okay. ]

Yes, you're good to go. If you have headaches beyond-- well, the norm for a head injury, or have trouble seeing, dizzy spells-- contact me immediately.

[onceandfutureprat]

I will. If you happen to tell Merlin about this, tell him that he doesn't need to fuss like a woman. [That's the King of Camelot, he never stops making fun of Merlin.]

[lastincident]

...sure. Right. [ Merlin? Okay, yes, this just got weirder. ]