"Well excuse me for not wanting to put up with annoying, needy hussies! Just because you have to be nice as pie doesn't mean I have to! Lemme go, or so help me i'll kick you right in the dangly bits!"

As she yelled and struggled, he growled into her ear. "Just shut up and stop moving... I'm trying to fix the mess you just made."

He looked up as one of the girls spoke, laying out the terms of an agreement that would prevent them from getting anyone kicked out.
"We'll forget this ever happened if you take picture with us... and give us autographs." It sounded fair enough... A couple pictures, a couple autographs, a pat on the back, and a goodbye. Quick and easy. He was about to speak up to accept the offer when a familiar voice chimed in, and he was hauled to his feet; an action that caused him to go dizzy with agony.

He eyed the card the Aussie showed him, and shook his head, a wince still on his face. "Nah... Some geek with the internet in his brain. Still, it's pretty cool... What rank did you get?"

He was drawn back to the girls when they clarified their requests... damn. This would have to go on his mental wall as the most embarrassing thing he'd ever done, and that was one helluv an achievement; he'd lined that wall with some crazy stuff in his years.

Cafas started talking again, and he simply tore the kids apart; that he didn't mind. What bugged him was that the younger mutant showed an almost worshipful admiration of the very evil women they were cosplaying as... His eyes rested on the metal manipulator as he finished. He remembered what Aura said about him helping them kill the cult members, but he had no idea that he'd grown so fond of the murderers... They would have to have a talk about it soon.

Still, while the girls seemed upset at his remarks, they didn't seem willing to let it get in the way of their prize. Before he knew it, they were dragging his limping form, seemingly oblivious of his wounds, into open ground, where they positioned him on the ground. they then began arguing over who would get to put their foot on his chest... They finally came to the conclusion that there was enough room for all of them. His eyes pleaded for mercy as one of them hesitantly handed their camera to Megan, and got into position.

One of their heels found its way way too close to his wound. The look of agony on his face at his defeat at scantly clad Aurafan, busty Issyfan, and tacky Meldfan was as genuine as it ever could be that day, and he was sure the pic would be all over the internet.

Noah's volunteer work usually didn't involve being around hundreds of people in spandex costumes. This was a new one for him- usually he was giving lectures at medical conventions, giving free first aid at homeless shelters, or helping out other departments when he wasn't in the ER. So far today, he'd treated two cases of dehydration, and one cut on the head from someone swinging a prop sword around like a maniac.

He tried to stay out of the big events like this, usually, but he didn't have anything lined up for this weekend, and he hated sitting at home, trapped in his own head with nothing to do but drink and stare at a wall. So when the sign up sheet went around for the convention, he'd scribbled his name on it without much thought. He'd only realized what he'd gotten himself in for when a couple of his male coworkers started talking about how they'd only signed up to go and see all the 'hot chicks in skimpy costumes'.

Noah didn't exactly fit in here- for one, he was one of the very few wearing jeans and a navy blue shirt with "MEDIC" written on the back in large white block letters. For another, he didn't recognize many of these people who were being flocked around and practically worshiped by the crowds. He should probably try to keep up more on current events, but he just didn't have the motivation for it.

He turned a corner, hitching his bag up higher on his shoulder, and came across one of the stranger scenes he'd seen that day- a man laying on the floor, looking like he was in a bit of pain, with three girls in costume planting their feet on his chest for a picture. He would have walked right on by to forget he ever saw it if he hadn't recognized the genuine pain on the man's face.

"Hey...everything alright here?" he asked, stepping up to the group and quirking his eyebrow at them curiously as he tapped the white "MEDIC" letters on his bag. "You okay, sir?"

"Fix the mess I made? She bonked me first! Getoffame!" She could have kicked him in the manly bits, but it was currently physically impossible to bend her leg at the needed angle for such an attack. Instead, she was forced to squirm and curse up a storm.

It was a much needed relief when her face was no longer being pressed into the floor, nor her arm being bent back at an odd angle. Someone pried the Masochist off of her, and in turn, she pushed herself up onto her knees, with the idea of swinging a prompt right hook straight into his crotch... Only, her hero among heroes turned out to be someone she recognized. With a blink, she stopped before her fist had even been raised, and stared at the guy. As much as he certainly fit in, she had never expected to run into him again. Especially at a place like this... But, then again, she woldn't have even come to the convention if it hadn't have been for the suit getting stolen.

Sneering at the masochist (since she didn't have any other name for him besides 'judge'), she set about rubbing the uncomfortable feeling from her shoulder, before being helped to her feet. The words whispered to her discreetly earned a cheeky grin, as she heartily agreed. Next time, when a punch to the mouth was needed, she would make damn sure that it hit hard enough to knock the receiver onto his or her butt. "Thanks..." She added, "Looks like this place just got a lot more fun."

The fact that a camera was handed to her surprised the crap out of her, and honesty... she felt like smashing it into teeny, tiny pieces. The entertainment that sprang up from watching the three girls figure out their positioning on the hero changed her mind though. With a sweet smile, she lifted the camera. "Everyone say Cheeese~" After snapping a few pictures, she tossed the camera back at one of the girls, who stumbled to catch it. Just around the time another guy wandered onto the scene. Her eyes caught sight of the MEDIC and she wondered if someone had ratted her out.

"He went and got himself shot, Doc." She answered, ignoring that the question had been directed at the masked man, and not her.

What rank had he got? Well let us not discuss that, He scored pretty low on most things, except perhaps on the style stat. He resented that, but they were being ranked as mutants. Luckily for him, most of the shots of him were pretty cool, a few were just battle scenes, others him doing silly stunts, one though, was Cafas, pulling his uniform on (the mask was on, but the hat wasn't and his hand was being shoved through a sleeve) waving to Calley, on his way out of the mansion. He did not approve of the flavour text.

Come home safe! I promise I will! I mean who the hell would say that, it's kinda... Sappy.

Saph was on the ground, looking all in pain, the photos were being taken, Cafas was glad he wasn't in them (at least not real him, the background dress-ups people couldn't be helped) everything seemed just peachy. Then a medic dropped in, dressed in what could only be described as the most respectable outfit in the entire place, which left Cafas lost for words. The news Saph had been shot that followed his arrival was equally shocking, given the circumstances.

Really? Shot?

"Really? Shot?" Oops that hadn't meant to be vocalised, not with nearly that amount of humour in his voice. "Losing your touch old man?" Poking a bit of fun at a shot comrade was fine, right? Well Cafas would continue to act like it was.

Huh, wazzat?

There was a slight tap on Cafas' shoulder. An eager looking young girl stood with a camera out. The outfit was unfamiliar to him, but seemed very... good guy. "WOW! Can I get a photo with you?" He beat her to it. She seemed pretty nervous. That seemed to cheer her up though. The girl nodded, handed her camera to an agreeable passerby (Cafas made sure to set his phone to camera mode BEFORE handing it over) and stood next to Cafas. She was barely up to his chest, so Cafas knelt, pulled out his sword (in hindsight perhaps a replica would have been better) and let the girl hold it. She seemed over the moon. Photos were taken, sword was handed back, hugs were apparently on the agenda, and the girl took back her camera and ran off. "Thanks for that." The passerby, nodded with a "You're welcome." Gave Cafas his phone back and left.

Now, where was I.

Cafas spun back to the group, but only made it most of the way before spotting something very rare at this event so far. "That is a damned convincing Judge outfit." Fit like a glove, everything was in place, it just wasn't as beat up as the real deal.

The pain! The paaaaaaain!

His mind was so clouded by the time the medic arrived, that he'd hardly noticed a new person had shown up. The heel was removed from his wound, and he lay there for a moment before Cafas' comment about him getting shot snapped him out of it.

"Clearly you ain't been fighting crime for long... Getting shot is an eventuality, not a possibility." He grunted as he tried to climb himself into a sitting position, and eyed the medic for a moment. "Not sure there's a whole lot you can do for me, doc... I got patched up already." then again, he wasn't supposed to be out of the hospital, be he would leave that little detail out."Unless you know anyone who can turn back time and get me unshot." He tried to climb to his knees, but grunted again. The three girls stood there for a moment, dumbfounded... Him being injured was news to them, as if it wasn't quite obvious.

His hand wandered to the wound once more, and the bandage felt moist against his skin.. "Um.... mighta... opened it a little." He then felt quite dizzy, and fell on his back once more. So... maybe he shouldn't have snuck out of the hospital early. Also, he probably shouldn't have gone out to find his silk supplier at a time like this as well... Well... you live and learn, right?

At least he hoped he would live.

"Shot, huh? Let me have a look. You won't be the first gunshot wound I've treated this week," Noah said, kneeling next to the injured boy and setting down his bag. It was true; between a drive by victim, a domestic dispute, and an accidentally firing range injury among others, he'd seen plenty of bullet holes in flesh that week. It kind of came with the territory. "Is it alright if I take off those bandages? I've got some extras if you end up needing re-bandaged."

And he did have extra bandages, but he was pretty certain they wouldn't be needed. It had been a rather uneventful day, so he still had plenty of energy, and if the wound was already healing he should be able to finish up the healing process without much of a problem. It was almost his time to head home, anyway.

"Any particular reason you're letting people stand on you when you've got a gunshot wound?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow and a curious smile.

The instant Cafas mentioned the suit, Megan abandoned her amusement over the pictures and the Masochist's pain. She followed the direction of the hero's gaze, and stood on her tippy-toes to peek around the crowd, before her eyes landed on the person in question.

It was indeed a very good replica, but only that. The dings and dents usually present were missing, as well as whatever damage it was she was supposed to repair. Still... it was very different from the other obviously fake costumes. It snagged her attention, and held on.

Megan cast a quick glance back at the medic and the injured hero. Then a quick glance at Cafas... before she decided to follow after the fake judge. She wanted to see just how good of a replica it was, and maybe find out where it had been purchased. Then, since her companion seemed to no longer need her help, she would head over toward the booths to see if anyone was trying to sell her suit or something.

Without a word to signal her departure, she attempted to blend into the moving crowd around her. More to keep her exit from being noticed by the actual Judge, than to conceal it from anyone else. If he didn't like her telling annoying girls off for touching her to stupid plastic swords, then he sure wasn't going to like what she had in mind for the actual thief of her suit....

If she found it at all, that is. If she didn't, she was sure going to be one ticked off lady while making a new one...