Need> Human

[Empathy]

Click, click, click. It was easy to recognize Medic's footsteps. Her legs -without proper feet- gave a metallic click as they hit the reinforced steel floor of the Titan tower. The robot princess didn't seem to pay attention to the noise. She was holding a white laptop with both her hands, straightening it so that she could maintain eye-level contact with the screen without tilting down her head.

Human. Where is a human? Drossel lifted the computer even more, her head poking out to see below it. Her eyes switched colors with every bioscanner available to her.  She kept walking around, X-ray desperately looking for one of her subjects. Unfortunately, she was unable to cry for help. And so the search continued, punctuated only be her clicking limbs.

At some point her laptop interrupted with a notification noise. The robot stopped and paused for a moment, her hair falling down. Drossel ominously pulled her head back and lowered the device to see what had made it act up. Her eyes widened as she took in the discomforting content of a very dangerous pop up window. Alarm. I need a human, now! And with that panicked thought and a loud clap, the robot quickly closed her laptop. She then carried it with crossed arms over her chest and turned into a frantic overdrive. Soon the whole floor was resonating with a fast-paced clicking sound as she turned the tower upside down in a search for a human.

She almost bumped into one, but her core had already prepared the anti-collision gun.

[Kenni]

Click, click, click.

It was easy to recognize Medic's footsteps.

Unless yours were adding to the cacophony that was her usual, or in this case, more harried step.

The East Titan hitched his quiver up higher on his shoulder, securing it in place, and flexed his fingers on his bow as his own boots clodded across the corridor finish.

He was inexcusably late for patrol, and intended to clear out before anyone called him out on it, especially one of the newer Titans; some of the cheeky liddle newbers could really be sticklers for the rules and wouldn't hesitate to make HIM feel the newber about this.

Also, there'd been a pretty sombre mood around his temporary home ever since a few months ago when all alien hell had broken loose in Jump Square, so it wasn't like the public would be thrilled to even see Speedy or any of his mates supposedly 'keeping the city safe'. The painful part was, in the case that some trouble WAS afoot and he got there late, the backlash on the group would be double. They'd all been doing their best to keep PR on the positive, and he wouldn't jeopardize that.

Also afoot though, was trouble, and this Titan had just met it head on.

Or, face-on, as it were.

"Oh, Your Sheeniness, could I ask you'da make way if you wouldn't mi--NNGHFF!"

Three IceArrows flew out of the quiver, and, landing on their safeties, shrouded the two corridor-cruisers in flurries and fast-melting icicles.

The finish on the floor, the wear and tear on his boot-treads from constant shift-work and his velocity all met in disconcerting concert, and Speedy found himself first smacking into Drössel for a split-second. He didn't even have time to register the millisecond of pain of headbutting metal, when he suddenly next found himself between an air-bag? and a hardplace, back-to-back with the opposite corridor wall faster than he could ask Her Highness pardon.

As he flailed around behind the partly adhesive stuff about him, the poking-out arms calling to mind some kind of eyeless SuperMario Boos, he realized the good, glaring citizenry would have to wait.

[Empathy]

There was a crash. Then ice and snowflakes clouded the air. Drössel's airbag-gun went off just as both titans fell backwards. Speedy landed against the wall, while the robot princess's backside skidded against the metallic floor. Her laptop flattened right next to her.

@{Hurt Speedy}
"Oh no!"

The message never went through however. The mischievous airbag blocked the telepathic pathway between the two Titans. The robot medic quickly jumped back to her feet. Her eyes switched color as she tried to assess the damage on her patient. She moved up, squatting and bending to try and catch a glimpse of different body parts of the titan. Then, with one swift moment, she pulled at the adhesive airbag.

@{Speedy}
"I apologize if this hurt. I detest the sticky stuff too."

Her eyes were red, checking for any damage to the young man's cranium.

@{Patient Speedy}
"We bumped into each other. You have a bruise on your forehead, a cut near your hips and a frozen toe."

As she announced her diagnosis, Drössel's hands started to glow. She went to work immediately, not hesitating to hold Speedy's head with both her palms.

@{Subject Speedy}
"I am entropically accelerating your cells' reproduction rate. Your head will feel dizzy at first. Then you will experience an unnatural adrenaline rush. Please remain calm and refrain from careless risk-taking."

It was a slight variation to her usual warning. As the bruise started to discolor, Drössel tilted her head and said,

@{Patient Speedy}
"How do you feel?"

[Kenni]

The muffled sound of a vehicle? scraping the finished flooring came through the sticky mess he was in. It was like being underwater, but a heck of a lot harder to breathe through.

And then, he was free? Just like that.It was time to take inventory.
He gingerly touched his forehead, then pounded a fist rhythmically at his hip, not even bothering with the nerve-dead foot-sicle he used to call Big Lefty.

"We've been in worse wickets, mait. Don't sweat the small stuff..oh. Hellooo nurse."
Soon, salvation was at hand. Or hands were at his face, at least.

A goofy grin was initiated at the two red pupils staring back at him. Back to inventory:
Red eyes, a face this close, concern in the decidedly female voice, and a healing factor as She cupped his face in her hands..?

Just as he'd been informed, the adrenaline spike had also initiated.

Speedy did the first thing that came, that seemed, natural to him.

"Oh yeah..? Well, let's bump into each other more often, Princess."

He kissed her.

As he initiated close conversation with what whom he thought was his Princess, the ginger's lips met cool metal, slightly reverberating with the surely countless complex processes going on through the medic's mainframe.

This was not at all strange, or any sign for alarm to the dazed but cheerful teenager.
Neither was the absence of lips on who he thought was demon-princess-mode Raven.

He just cupped her face right back in his generously more warm palms, and would have dipped her if Rae hadn't become so uncharacteristically heavy since the last time they'd kissed.

He wasn't idiot enough enough of a gentleman not to mention that weight part, though.

"Shall we dance? Or rather, shall I entertain youuu!??!"
Too many initiations later, and still buzzed, the archer did about the longest pirouette he would ever have the not-all-therewithall to complete.

What was it about magicians and healers spiking him with adrenaline shots? His run-in with Red Wizard at that convention rose blearily to mind, before said mind slipped off leaving his body in overdrive.

Drössel's calm methodical instructions to be chill were largely ignored, Big Lefty was back in action, and his brain would hopefully follow in fashion, but first...

...after the amazing 16 second toespin was over, it morphed into 54; on his palms, followed by on his head, all pain mended, and only the desire to keep on spinning like a record burned into his here-and-now.

"Dizzaaayousay?! I learned this in PHYSICS. WE CAN COUNTERRRR THE REACTION! CLOCKWISE!"
He'd never been awake through an entire physics lesson to date, and apart from his gear, the archer's opinions and knowledge base on the matter was questionable.
Whatever poor Drössel had been frantically on her way to accomplish, this whole deal was turning into way more than a pit stop.

[Empathy]

Drössel completely missed the archer's grin. Her red eyes were scanning his bones for microfractures to heal. Only when that core prerogative was dealt with did her eyes switch to normal vision. Her hands were still glowing as Speedy called her 'nurse'. She just tilted her head in response and focused on her task. The earlier sense of urgency was gone, now that Medic's core established her patient was not in any immediate danger. Her eyes still zoomed around, Drössel's mind still entirely concentrated on her role.

That was, until her subject leaned forward and kissed the robot princess. Her immediate reaction was to blink. In one second, Drössel blinked four times, quickly cycling through her scanners. Red, Yellow, Green, Purple and back to Blue. She sent the message,

@{Speedy}
"High temperature detected!"

But the young teen interrupted that train of thought with both his hands. Drössel froze at the movement.

@{Speedy}
"Be careful with brusque movements. I do not which you to hurt yourself."

People tended to behave weirdly when under an adrenaline rush. Drössel just had to figure out what kind of weirdness it was, without letting her patient get hurt. However, the whole kissing and dancing created a visible unease in the robot, who remained frozen throughout.

But when Speedy began his more advanced acrobatics, Drössel's anti-collision gun reflexively came out of her forearm.

@{Speedy}
"I would rather be less entertained and you be more safe and sound. Do you feel you have a fever?"

But the connection was interrupted as the Titan spun too fast for Drössel's eyes to lock down a telepathic connection. Her palms stretched out, the little robot suddenly went into full panic mode again, scared that the archer boy would fall.

In a background process, Drössel was also analyzing the implications of Speedy's kiss. She felt her secondary core classify the information immediately as medically relevant, and not to be shared to any one. Especially not a certain black-haired Titan.

On the floor, Drössel's laptop started flashing and beeping.

[Kenni]

"That I can't sweat out, yeah~!"

Speedy was finally beginning to listen to his uneasy physician, despite the continued silly answers. Head spinning (without literally spinning on the floor any longer), he faced the she-bot's general direction, and would've been paler had he not rosied up his cheeks with all the activity.

"Y'know..come ta think. I do feel a touch hotter than usual." A lame laugh later at the eye-roll worthy commentary of his truthful status, and his attention had shifted.

The archer approached the medic's laptop, then stalked its perimetre a few times...then toppled over onto his rear, for active circling of a point didn't mix well with passive shaking of one's brains after prolonged pirouettes, or breakdancing swivel.

Maybe he should've tried going slower, and clockwise this time.

"Hold that thought, Princess."

Whether he was referring to his, or Drössel, it was still hard to tell who he thought she was.

Should this be making this kinda noise right now..?"

He dare not touch the tech until it was absolutely clear what was going on; just look at what had happened when he'd bumped into the robotic medic, after all.
Ah, so he recognized who he was with, after all.

With his right-mind returning, the Raven mix-up was being pushed back to the absurd depths of history for the time being.
OoC; Empathy , all done bud'. x) ||