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It's several hours later that Kunzite actually awakens. And because he's still got a body, and he's no longer outside, he jerks into a sitting position. There's a small wince, because jerking pulled at his arm, as he looks around with intent eyes.

With a gentle voice, Hank speaks.

"Easy now... you were unconcious. Do you remember where you are?"

His voice is like a cat's rumble, but spliced with the diction of a librarian. And His eyes are kind as he rises to come towards the bed.

Hank is eyed, though his appearance is disregarded as normal. He's seen Yama that were very much worse looking than Hank. His good hand comes up to rest on the last punch to his jaw, a faint smile coming to his features. He may just be proud of how strong Venus has really become.

"Love said something about a bar after she hit me. Little fuzzy on the details."

He is then pulling at the bandages that cover the burn. "How long have I been out?"

"About 3-4 hours. And you are in Milliways Bar. This is the Infirmary. My name is Doctor Hank McCoy. I found you outside."

He raises and eyebrow.

"Dare I ask who 'Love' is, and why she hit you?"

"Makes sense since we were fighting outside."

He finally gets the bandages off and the burn looks much more healed then it should. He flexes it ever so slightly and winces at the pain. He's slightly fascinated by the fact that he can feel again.

"If I tell you who she is, does she get into trouble?"

"A healing factor?"

Then he shakes his head.

"No. If you dont want to report her, I wont. It's your business, unless you end up here again. Then all bets are off."

He holds out a glass of water.

"Here."

There's a small nod, both in answer to the question and because he's taking in information. He's not sure if he'll end up here again. He doesn't plan to, but then he had planned to walk away from the fight too.

"Then no name. Can't promise it won't happen again. Past history and all."

The water is taken, and after a brief moment of eying it, he drinks it.

"Thanks."

Hank nods.

"Now is this your first time here? If so, I should fill you in on a few things, if ytou feel up to hearing them. As anywhere there are rules here,and things new people should know."

"Just got here before the fight. Hadn't talked to anyone yet, and she mentioned something about not doing something in bar, but I can't remember currently."

The empty glass is handed back to Hank.

He nods.

"Well, you are in a place called Milliways Bar. This is a place between all universes. We are suspended within a protective bubble at the End of all Universes, where everything ends. People come and go through Doors, brought here by the mysterious and never seen Landlord. Sometimes they can leave, sometimes they cant. The dead, and the living mingle here and can interact just like they were all alive. Sometimes they eventually feel the need to move on, but many stay here, living here."

He breathes and nods around them.

"There are rules: Noi violence in the Bar, no sex or nudity in the Bar and no outside grudges in the bar. So if someone from your past comes here, theya rent allowed to attack you. If they do, Security rounds them up and deposits them in a cell."

There are a few slow nods as he takes in information. "Any one know who it is that those of us that were dead and had no body now do and aren't?"

There's another small flex of his wounded arm, which earns another wince. It's an odd comfort to know that you can feel things again. He's not really trying to agitate the wound. Really.

"Though, with the past and present the way it is in my world that no grudges rule it going to be hard. For anyone from my world. Too much past, too much damage done, and too many that can remember all the lives of it." Feel free to question him if he doesn't quite make sense. His mind's a little broken from just that. Too many memories crammed into one brain, one life.

"Well, as I understand it, you are still dead, but, for some reason, within Milliways and the grounds outiside, your spirit takes on a physical form, with needs to eat and sleep and with the ability to feel pleasure and pain and get sick even..."

He shakes his head.

"One person I know once theorized that this is actually annexxed to some afterlife dimension, thus making it work better, but honestly, I dont think anyione knows the truth."

Hank nods, listening.

"Well, if someone threatens you, remember to go for, or call for help. Security is there to enforce rules. It doesnt matter if you had been the worst murderer in history or a child molester, or a Dark God... here you are just another patron and have a righ to the protection of the rules, as long as you dont start it."

Hank smiles gently.

"We get a lot of people of both good, evil, and neutral bents here, and without the rules it would be one long fight and war zone... even then, some people dont play by the rules, but when they are found out, they are punished."

There's a small shake of his head. "Just when I finally get use to not having a body, I get it back. Whatever the reason."

He gives a small stretch. He's getting better at not showing the pain from his arm. His face hurts, but he can't actually see that, so no real fascination with that.

"I'll make sure to remember all of this. Do the rules follow out back?"

Gotta know the rules before you can skirt around them, right?

Hank grins.

"The violence one is supposed to, but... people tend to be more sneaky outside then inside. And the sex and nudity rules only hang for the main bar area. Mainly because there are kids around."

Kunzite gives a soft chuckle.

"Sneaky is usually good for doing violence anyway. Unless of course, you wanted it to be widely known who is doing it and what is going on."

He gives a small tilt of his head. "The way to get a room and food and what not would be how?"

And then something slowly slides into place, and it shows more in his eyes than features. "Gomen nasai, I'm Kunzite." He extends a hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, Kunzite."

He shakes his hand.

"Another oddness of this place is Bar. She is a sentient Barcounter. She produces food, drinks, and roomkeys, as well as sometimes needed paper and pens for notes and clothing. She keeps a tab running for those who have no means to pay."

There's a small nod and another stretch, though this time his wounded arm doesn't actually move with the rest of his body.

"Thank you for taking care of me while I was unconscious."

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed. "But I think that I'm going to see about getting a room." There's a small glance at his arm. "Though, can I get this re-bandaged? At least until it heals a little more."

Hank nods and makes short work of finishing it. He also hands over a cream.

"I dont know how advenaced your heal,ing ability is, but when mine makes short work of a wound sometimes the muscles ache. This is a cream designed to soothe muscle aches."

He nods to the door.

"Bar is, well the barcounter about ten meters from the Infirmary Door. The stairs to the left of Bar lead to the rooms."

He takes the cream with a grateful nod.

"Thanks. It will be well used in the next few days I'm sure."

There's a hint that he means because of soon to be wounds, not the current ones. Though, he knows the senshi, mostly.

He stands easily, all his wounds were arm or higher, and gives a small bow of thanks.

"Thank you very much. I very much appreciate the help."

hank nods his head in return.

"You are welcome. I am a doctor. Helping and healing is what I do. I hope your stay here is a pleasant one."

There's a faint smirk. Faint because it pulls at his face to do so.

"If I can get past the fighting with one person, it will be."

He gives a small wave. "See you around. Dr. McCoy."

And with that he makes his way into the bar to get a room. And food.