Fighting fire with...not fire

[a_relative_hero]

WHO: a_relative_hero and OPEN
WHERE: A less nice part of the City
WHEN: Really late Friday Night/Early Saturday Morning
WARNINGS: None predicted
SUMMARY: A building is on fire. People need saving. Time to do some superhero-stuff that doesn't involve punching and blasting and stuff. Houston's pulling people out of danger and could use a little help.
FORMAT: whatever

Houston hadn't seen what happened as he'd been a block away stopping a mugger. But he heard it. And when he showed up on the scene, a bystander filled him in on what was the cause of the current problem. Two cars had smashed into one another on the street, one flipping over and blocking the street. The other went and ended up jumping the curb before slamming into the wall of a building. And to make matters worse, it quickly caught fire...and then that fire moved to the apartment building it crashed into.

Now there's a burning apartment building. While several people made it out on their own, there are others still needing rescue. Houston's rushing in and out of the building, carrying people and pets to safety but he could probably use a hand. Even with his speed he can't be everywhere at once and there are people stuck on the higher floors that could use rescue.

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[thebadturtle]

"Yeah," he says, positioning himself toward the front-heavy engine-- he was pretty sure that guy in the suit was zippy, but not about to bench-press 300, either. He put his back to the vehicle-- letting his shell find contact.

"One.. two... three!"

He dug in with his heels and threw his weight back.

Thankfully, it's balance was crap-- it would bend the wheels in it's well, but the was the least of this car's worry. With two men pushing on it it would fall over -- but if they're not careful, flip one of them with it when the the edge of the car came up under them during the topple!

[a_relative_hero]

Houston definitely wasn't going to be bench-pressing 300. He also didn't have a shell to push with so he used his hands. Getting a decent grip, he waited for the count of three.

When it came, Houston pushed hard, pleasantly surprised when the car actually started moving. Sadly he wasn't as careful as he should have been. With a surprised yelp, he was flipped up and onto the roof of the car. He gave a slight grunt as he hit the metal. "What just happened there?"

[thebadturtle]

"You were in the way," he says, as he hops back from the car. Then he circles around to the car, and thankfully, he doesn't have to try and punch in the window open; he's able to reach in an already-busted out, shift the car to neutral, and then gestures, "Let's push this off the street best we can."

[a_relative_hero]

"Of what?" Houston gives a little groan before rolling off the car. He takes a moment to get his balance again before heading to the passenger side of the car. He nods, knocking some broken glass away from the window before. "Alright, let's do it," he waits for Raph to be ready as well before starting to push the car out of the middle of the street so emergency vehicles can get by when they arrive.

[thebadturtle]

"The car."

Thankfully, a battered car in neutral still rolls -- if poorly -- and the car can be hauled out of the way. Any time the emergency vehicle arrives, they'll be able to get through the mess.

Ash-dusted, dirty, and sweaty, Raph stops once it's out of the way and leans on it in the end.

"So, now what?"

[a_relative_hero]

"Well at least I don't have to ask if anyone got this one's number."

Joel has a little harder time pushing the car than he thought he would but he doesn't complain. There's a silent wish that he got super strength as a power but nothing else.

Once the car is out off the way, Houston moves to join Raph by the end of the car. He shrugs in reply to the question.

"I'm going to stick around until the fire's out. I might still be able to help," he replies. "I'm Houston," he offers a gloved hand.

[thebadturtle]

Raph's grip is strong; he had two fingers and a thumb, a far cry from Houston's hand.

"Raphael. I don't know first aid or anything, and I'm not real fast, so-- I dunno what I can do," he says. This is all very new to him.

[a_relative_hero]

Houston doesn't seem bothered by Raph's hand at all. He's used to things others might find strange from living with a house full of metas and shapeshifting aliens back home.

"Not really sure what else I can do right now either," he admits. "I'm hoping the EMTs and fire department will point me where they need me when they get here."