cape_kore | Bruce Banner | 001

Hi. My name's Bruce Banner. I'm a doctor and a scientist. Not to flood everyone with information or to alarm anyone, I feel like I need to say a few things.

If you could gather up the medicine you find in your house and bring it to the pharmacy in the middle of the town, that'd be appreciated. You're welcome to keep a small supply of your typical things, like aspirin, but it'd be a good idea to centralize everything else.

Clearly whoever was living here left in a hurry. Keep an eye on yourselves for signs of illness, including radiation sickness, in case there was a biological reason for the evacuation. Nausea and vomiting are going to be your first indicators that something could be wrong radiation-wise.

I could make a Geiger counter or something similar to test the radiation levels, but I need some electronic parts, and I can't seem to find any except for these cameras. And I don't really recommend taking those apart unless you like getting electrocuted and blacking out.

[That had been fun, and by fun he means he was incredibly grateful that he hadn't Hulked out.]

If you find any parts that don't give you a shocking experience, could we share?

Um... Keep calm and carry on. [But no really, he hopes they can avoid some The Monsters are Due on Maple Street style panic.]

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[Elle doesn't look particularly impressed.]

I'll take food. Like, cooked food. [Elle herself doesn't cook. She can find the fridge, but anything that needs more than a microwave is an enemy of common sense everywhere.]

[He wasn't really trying to be impressive, but just asking her what she wanted is way less cool. On the one hand, Bruce isn't a personal chef, but on the other, he doesn't want anyone to blow up their house using a gas stove.]

I can cook something up for you. You like Indian food?

I liked an Indian guy once. It can't be that much different, right?

[She holds up a hand and produces a small ball of lightning.]

How much cooked food will that get me?

[His eyebrows shoot up.]

How'd you do that? What -- what is that?

[Elle beams. FINALLY. Finally, someone is impressed, just like they're supposed to be.]

It's electricity. Duh.

[Smug? Her? Nooooooooooo.]

[Who isn't impressed with the girl who can make electricity in her hands?! Bruce would like to meet them because clearly they have really interesting things in their lives, and if they don't, then he would like to slap them. Okay, no, he's pretty nonviolent, but really, people.]

Oh, of course. My bad. But that still doesn't answer how. Last I checked, that wasn't on the list of things that hands can do.

Oh. [Elle looks down at her hands, wondering how to explain it.]

Well, I generate it. And it comes out through my hands. Most of the time.

I'm special.

[Still impressed, unironically, despite the tone of voice.] No kidding.

Hey, are you a... mutant? [It feels weird asking that; surely that can't be the PC term?]

Uh, no? Some people- I'm superhuman or something. I don't remember how they said it. Something Latin. [It had bored her, whatever it was.] I'm the next step in evolution. Whatever that is.

But is it good for food? I mean, I'm willing to work it into stuff if you can find stuff. So...

Sorry. Apparently mutants are a thing in one world, and superhumans in another. I've got it straight now.

[Next step in human evolution? That's really, really, incredibly cool, but he's trying not to nerd out everywhere and make a mess of a somewhat normal social interaction.]

Definitely. And thanks for offering that up. Um... Do you need food now?

[Good. She doesn't know entirely what he has straight - other worlds? - but he seems confident, so that works for her.]

If you're offering, sure.

I can do that. Start building up some credit for if we ever need you for something big. [He smiles.] Where are you?

Ummmmm...

I'll come to you.

[Elle doesn't want people knowing where she is. Particularly not if Sylar is still around after all. Sure, they're supposed to be together, but she's pretty sure their relationship went wonky when he killed her.]

Oh, hey. When I get there, can I have that shirt?

[That usually puts the nail in the coffin of a relationship.

Yes? No?]

... My shirt? [He looks down at her and back up again, eyebrow raising.] Why do you want my shirt?

Because it's better than what I'm wearing right now and you're nice and it'll be something to remember you by. Mostly because I'd look really good in it and it's way better than this thing.

[Now he's creeped out.]

Um... No thanks. I'd like to keep this one, I think. Sorry. [He isn't. Get your own shirts!]

[Her eyes widen as if he's struck her.]

Oh. Okay.

Can I still come over for food, though?

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