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The screams and ruckus from afar wasn't drying up, she sat on her table, head in her palms trying to figure things out
McGinnis: "it doesn't matter how long it takes I'll get this done this night, pretty damn sure no matter what just happened at that ceremony ain't gonna stop my weapons demonstration tomorrow."
'sigh, I clearly don't know what I'm feeling'
One of the windows started to darken at a rapid rate.
She looked around if she left any soul containers open by accident and went to check on whats happening
At a moments notice the window shattered and a ghastly image of a coat occupied the ceilling of McGinnis' House
Back to Arin, this were not looking good
Pocket: ‘I will find you again my dear…' he said as he puts every strain of muscle still trying to reach out to that window across the street.
And inevitable losing strength and let gravity take him in, lied face down, on the Earth
As his muscles give in, in his last ditch effort he was able to manifest his very own cloak from the suitcase
McGinnis: after a brief moment of unsuccessful comprehensive analysis of what's happening in her house the image of the coat materialize into a young man holding a suitcase and his coat covered in soul shimmer
(I'm gonna call the green goop McGinnis uses Soul Shimmer. Basically hers being just a blender mix makes tie shimmer less 'shiny', Pockets shimmer being able to create actual meaningful shapes and resembling beings from his memories due to his better understanding of this Soul Shimmer)
Pocket: coughing up blood the few feet drop into her table in the center of the room wakes the life back into him for a split second
'I think I saw them for a second, I can't visit her this early- cough cough-'
He tries to comprehend his surroundings. He looks around, trying not make eye contact with an agitated McGinnis
McGinnis: "What are you doing here. Who are you?" a Stern voice Roared a turret loaded and aimed at the stranger on top of the table she asked
Pocket: "Soul Shimmer, Your Amplification methods are sloppy lady -cough cough-" he said trying to sit up, not making eye contact, staring at her blueprints
McGinnis: immediately letting go of her turrets control when she heard 'Amplifications' she grabs a hold of, the now falling off the edge of the table, Pocket
"What do you know about this you slimey fuck., tell me this instant!" she demanded
As she reached for his collar, she sees the bloodied cordial Bridegroom attire
Pocket: "This suitcase holds answers, " he holds the suitcase up
"but it won't let of my hand, and only i can control its contents. So -cough- Maggie McGinnis, I come here to make an offer"
McGinnis: Her eyes shone with the possible fame and pride she would have after knowing this secret
"You look like you need actual medical help. I’ll take ya offer kid, I'll admit you to a hospital later "
She lets go of him, letting his own barely functional limbs support him as she rests on the table grabbing the beer bottle placed near one of the legs of the table as she says all this
Pocket: "No -cough-, you'll be my savior.... and I'll repay my debt with this knowledge and resource. I've seen how your tech has taken lives ..... and saved them too"
McGinnis: "I don't do miracles kid"
McGinnis sipping on her beer realizes if he dies here; the night will go to waste and she won't get her Armaments either, so she needs to make a decision now
'if this kid dies here I don't get my end of the deal. And I will move have a dead body to clean up, Fucking hell of all nights it had to be this one...'
Both sat in a moment of silence, Arin was slowly losing time and now hope. Seeing McGinnis thinking of this situation lets her have a choice, the dread in his core grew
Pocket: his eyes began to feel heavier and heavier, thinking this is the end for sure he thinks of Mina once more and...her
McGinnis: She shatters the bottle on the edge of the table, using neck of the bottle as a shank she cuts the Tux off his chest
"For fucks sake kid where do you youngins get the heart of a lion like this" she says as she lays him flat on the table
She makes cuts on the tux, tearing the fabric and making strips of it to use as dressing. Tying them around the hole in his chest to stop the bleeding
McGinnis: this wasn't new for her, she is stone-cold already, performing medical procedures couldn't be that hard,
she pulls out the Medicinal scepter placing it near him on the table
"Now kid I need you to stay alive okay, if you die I will kill you"
Pocket: "Heh -cough- makes no sense does it, really adamant to save me eh McGinnis.…"
McGinnis: ‘Quarter inch to the right and he wouldn't have survived the night…'
the specter was providing enough healing to have a stable condition
This went on for 10 egregious minutes, (.yeah I'm lazy, this was written in like, 2:22am so, cut me some slack) of adjusting parameters, exposures and coverings to get to a stable condition to keep him alive for the night
McGinnis: Relieved with her successful impromptu surgery she exclaims to herself
'What a job Maggie, SAVED an actual life, for the first time in your miserable existence as a War Machine engineer'
"hey wake up sleepy head"
way into the night, 2:30 on the clock
both McGinnis and her Beer 12 pack were exhasuted
Pocket: she makes a cut on his upper arm and pours few drops of the leftover droplets of the beer into the wound to wake him up
"URRGH What is wrong with you??? oh my dear god im so glad you aren't a doctor"
McGinnis: “what's wrong with me? Hey, I don't know about you but, I just saved your damn life kid???"
Pocket: “I’m not a kid McGinnis….”
McGinnis: “You sure as hell look like one”
Pocket: " I'm well into being an adult, my fathers birthday gift for my arrival into adulthood was a bullet to the chest at my very own ceremony that would have set me for life…"
McGinnis: trying to connect the dots she gets curious, it was obvious to her who this kid- I mean adult was, but she didn't say anything
"well, I can't give a damn about what daddy issues you have all I'm gonna remind you is that this specter is what's keeping you alive,
... and your side of the bargain"
Pocket:
'As if this case would let me die...' he says under his breath
(Aflictions his ultimate doesn't do lethal DMG on killing thresholds but brings enemies down to 1 health instead, non lethal, but deadly
Here it works in that manner, letting him live in the brink of death, kinds stupid reasoning but it's my fanfic, bitch)
McGinnis: "So what's your name, gotta keep track of that so in case you runaway I could track you down, don't think you'll get any liberty here regarding that ki- I mean...adult"
Pocket: He glances at his suitcase trying to come up with an alias
"Pocket!" he said in an immediate response as if one without any thoughts needed