09-16-2014, 05:21 PM
Ivan kept his hand on the woman's wound while looking for something to bind it with. He also kept an eye on the man, ready to snag him with air if he tried anything. He didn't understand the man's cluelessness. It wasn't rocket science. His job was to secure the scene and keep the girl alive. He had no proof that the man wasn't involved, though he did note the lack of any weapon. Why couldn't the guy understand that he needed everyone in a manageable place- the man secure just in case and the girl's wound attended to. It wasn't personal. Jeez, anyone who watched TV should have been able to see this was normal procedure.
His heightened senses made the smell of the blood permeate his nostrils, the scent of iron overpowering. The alley suddenly seemed lighted and he noted the man's face- he was torn, it seemed, about the woman. Ivan could feel the weak pulse ebb under his palms.
The man came to a decision and bent down to take the woman's hand for a moment. It was a tender gesture, though that did not absolve him of the crime. Murderers often had a feeling of remorse after their blood cooled. Then the man took his jacket off and tried to put it around the woman. She was lying in the snow. He would've liked to get her off the snow as well but moving her was not something he could do. She had already lost a lot of blood and moving would only make it worse.
So of course this genius decides to try to lift her up a bit to put the coat on her and succeeded partly before Ivan stopped him and snapped, "STOP! Don't move her! She'll lose more blood."
The man seemed taken aback by his words.
"Whatever you're doing. Whatever you're thinking of doing. Don't."
Ivan looked at the guy strangely, not sure what he was talking about.
Ivan's forced his voice to calm. "What I am doing is keeping her alive. The ambulance will have synthetic plasma and RBC for her. Until then, she won't die of cold."
He glared at the man when suddenly he felt that familiar sense of menace and breathed in sharply. Another one, like him and Ascendancy.
The man had changed from a possible perp he could handle with ease into a dangerous snake. But years of police training took over, along with the weeks he'd had with Ascendancy practicing the power. He still had control of the situation. His weave of air was at the ready, able to be flicked out in less time it took to think. He looked the man in the eye, feeling that stillness in the air he'd had when confronting that guy with his gun drawn. Because this was exactly the same situation. More than anything, he needed to keep the situation from escalating.
His voice was calm but firm. "Be calm. You don't want to let this get out of hand."
His words were slow and measured, but behind them was steel. He would not lose control of this situation. "My first priority is taking care of the girl. So that is what I am going to do."
No threats, no promises. A simple statement of goals so that the man wouldn't feel threatened.
Deescalation was standard training.
But he was going to have to do some thinking. They really needed to have a procedure for dealing with people who could use the power. It was the equivalent of a person walking about with a drawn and loaded gun. Perhaps they could come up with tactics unique to the situation. He'd talk to the Cap about it.
As it was, he watched the man warily, ready to act at a moment's notice. The girl's pulse throbbed weakly under his hands. Thankfully, in the distance, he heard the sirens approach. Of course, when they got here, that just would just create a new set of circumstances to deal with. But he wouldn't let his attention on the man waver for an instant.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Sep 16 2014, 05:44 PM.
His heightened senses made the smell of the blood permeate his nostrils, the scent of iron overpowering. The alley suddenly seemed lighted and he noted the man's face- he was torn, it seemed, about the woman. Ivan could feel the weak pulse ebb under his palms.
The man came to a decision and bent down to take the woman's hand for a moment. It was a tender gesture, though that did not absolve him of the crime. Murderers often had a feeling of remorse after their blood cooled. Then the man took his jacket off and tried to put it around the woman. She was lying in the snow. He would've liked to get her off the snow as well but moving her was not something he could do. She had already lost a lot of blood and moving would only make it worse.
So of course this genius decides to try to lift her up a bit to put the coat on her and succeeded partly before Ivan stopped him and snapped, "STOP! Don't move her! She'll lose more blood."
The man seemed taken aback by his words.
"Whatever you're doing. Whatever you're thinking of doing. Don't."
Ivan looked at the guy strangely, not sure what he was talking about.
Ivan's forced his voice to calm. "What I am doing is keeping her alive. The ambulance will have synthetic plasma and RBC for her. Until then, she won't die of cold."
He glared at the man when suddenly he felt that familiar sense of menace and breathed in sharply. Another one, like him and Ascendancy.
The man had changed from a possible perp he could handle with ease into a dangerous snake. But years of police training took over, along with the weeks he'd had with Ascendancy practicing the power. He still had control of the situation. His weave of air was at the ready, able to be flicked out in less time it took to think. He looked the man in the eye, feeling that stillness in the air he'd had when confronting that guy with his gun drawn. Because this was exactly the same situation. More than anything, he needed to keep the situation from escalating.
His voice was calm but firm. "Be calm. You don't want to let this get out of hand."
His words were slow and measured, but behind them was steel. He would not lose control of this situation. "My first priority is taking care of the girl. So that is what I am going to do."
No threats, no promises. A simple statement of goals so that the man wouldn't feel threatened.
Deescalation was standard training.
But he was going to have to do some thinking. They really needed to have a procedure for dealing with people who could use the power. It was the equivalent of a person walking about with a drawn and loaded gun. Perhaps they could come up with tactics unique to the situation. He'd talk to the Cap about it.
As it was, he watched the man warily, ready to act at a moment's notice. The girl's pulse throbbed weakly under his hands. Thankfully, in the distance, he heard the sirens approach. Of course, when they got here, that just would just create a new set of circumstances to deal with. But he wouldn't let his attention on the man waver for an instant.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Sep 16 2014, 05:44 PM.