[OFFICE] Nurse Cricket's Office - Dice Mechanics pg 20

[Blade Kuroda]

Jericho still didn't get up. Right now, he didn't have it in him. For once, his line of thinking was similar to Christof's. Even though Lizzy said there wasn't anything he could have done, he still felt so damn weak.

When he heard Mal, speaking in a tone and way that he had never heard from the Plague doctor before. He might have been amused in another time. Right now, he just cringed internally. The doctor wasn't much of a fighter, but it was showing how much stronger it was right now. While yes, it was noticibly angry, it was still in control. It was.. mostly composed.

Slowly, he pushed himself up so that he was on his knees at the least.

 

[MoonKitsune]

Calder turned, holding his side as he looked at his skin. It was a angry red. His burns from Red has just started to fade, and now he had burns on them. Still, what was hurting more were the words and faces around them.

"What is wrong with all of you? The point of being a group is to be strong together. Look at you all. Christof, beating up on Jericho when he's already injured? What point would that serve? Turning on your own herd like that. He's just as much a guard to Riley as you are. This is all tiresome enough. Honestly. To the point you make Mal upset?" That was saying something.

Groaning, he slipped off his cot, hooves hitting the ground. Good. Sturdy.

"The hunters came into our school, lured us out, and attacked us on our very territory. You should be grateful they didn't kidnap all of us or turn her into a weapon. That or.." He glanced to Riley. She wasn't ash. "...the last thing you would want is to be placing more pins in a pile." He moved over, and looked down at Jericho.

"And you. Riley doesn't keep people around her who are weak. You're falling to pieces when she's the one that needs you to keep things together. She's not the leader of this school. You're putting WAY too much pressure and demands on her. We lead each other. As a group. She's not a Queen, but a student just like you. Just a ghoul, and no, that's not an insult to her. That means you have enough power to get up and do the same sort of leadership, and right now, we don't need everyone to fall to pieces and just let the hunters just dance on our school's grave."

He sat down at the end of Riley's cot, regarding her a moment. That looked like a rather nasty hole. "A herd is not strong by one member. We're strong together. If one person falls, it should be the responsibility of all of the members of the herd to remain strong or else the wolves pick them off one by one." He was not the only one who was a tad pissed off. Even he could be territorial.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Calder began to speak. Slowly, his eyes drifted up towards the Kelpie as he spoke to them all, even throwing something at him verbally. The dragon couldn't help but cringe at this. It was true. Riley didn't keep around weak people. He had to wonder if this meant she was going to be casting him aside if she ever got better from this.

The Kelpie's speech, though heartfelt and true, didn't quite reach Jericho. Not right now at least.  

[Sosiqui]

Malodore did not say another word to Christof; after the leg was handed over, the plague doctor nodded to Jericho. "I will assist you in a moment, my friend - first, I must see to this." It gave another grateful nod to Calder. "Grazie."

Then it turned neatly and walked back to Moure's side, wings still bristling even as it moved to sit next to the other patchwork's cot. "Mi dispiace," it murmured, producing needle and thread from within one sleeve. "I did not intend to involve you in such a thing. With your permission, I will repair you."

Its words were quiet, guarded.

Trira

Blade Kuroda

MoonKitsune

 

[LP]

LividPeas

Wilow watched the fight break out her ears falling back in annoyance. The loudness of it plus the fact they were fighting over whatever in the hospital wing was more than bothersome. Her tail flickered softly beside her until Mei's words reached her ears.

"Yes. I'm pretty sure it was the same." She said with a sigh, "It sure felt it." There was something curious about that thought, Willow shrugged her shoulders softly when Mei questioned why. She couldn't answer any better than the living doll.

There was a small shiver that ran down her spin at the mention of turning into weapons. "Perhaps..." Willow paused eyes looking a bit glazed as she was thinking, "Perhaps there are some of us that do. But because of insanity and not because they willingly do it." Her eyes lingered on Riley.

"I don't think they'll leave us alone either unless we can manage to end them." She was biting her lower lip.

She shook her head looking around, "He stayed back at the gym. I doubt he would have been silly enough to run directly into the fire. At least I hope he wouldn't've been." Willow thought for a moment before adding, "We could probably go find him, if you're feeling up to it."  

[medigel]

When what might have been a fight broke out, Mortimer cringed further, head buried into his knees. It was only when Christof backed off, cowed by the plague doctor's icy words, that the zombie uncurled the slightest.

Amrita had pointed out something of the igor's he still had - albeit in a place Mort had not expected. With a small wince, he yanked the pocket knife out, not only because of the wound it left, but also as he was painfully reminded of the self-inflicted one he had committed upon the very hand that held it - as a way to keep himself awake.

He looked at the red dragon and wondered if he could help; and then Mort found he couldn't. He didn't know Jericho well beyond having some sort of close bond with Riley.

Graaaaa.

For the first time in a while, he let go of Xiu's hand. "M-Mr. Christof?" he posed to the vetala, gesturing for them to go to the boil. He had enough energy to try and visit his idol, he who had leapt to his aid when he didn't have to.

And then, a little louder and towards the igor himself: "Mr. Christ-tof . . ."

Kaiyumi

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Bilious

 

[Bilious]

Christof was still wobbling numbly by the wall, content to just.... stay out of the way. Become part of the furniture, like he had been taught. Until he could get his wits together enough to be of use, anyway.

Malodore was mad at him.

Riley would be mad at him too, if she knew, and she would hear about his outburst, he was sure. She somehow always did. Always had reasons to be disappointed in him.

Calder was right, they were only as strong as all of their Parts combined... but he was a rotten part. Or at least, he felt like one. One that needed replacing.

His chest hurt, and not because of the mark but the organ that pulsed beneath it. He was not going to cry here. But if he couldn't express his rage, couldn't express his sorrow, what could he express?

Like the dragon, he was left with nothing, just a sense of uselessness.

He did not see Barth amongst the fallen here, which at least kept him from further panic, but even so, perhaps he should go...

His name was called, and he glanced up, brows knit anxiously as though expecting another shout, another slap, another snarl of discontent at his behavior... but no. It was that first year, Mort... the zombie who also liked Tinkering...

He was sitting with Amrita and Miss Xiu, but calling out to him... well, he had botched up helping Malodore and Moure, but... maybe he could still help the Vetala. Face still numb and sullen, he shifted from his out-of-the-way spot, shuffling over to Mort with a polite 'how-may-i-be-of-service' sort of bow.

Ol-j-man

Enoh Love

Kaiyumi

 

[Smerdle]

As quickly as his attention had been taken from the mindflayer by Savior's presence, it was stolen again by a startlingly familiar roaring in the distance. As the rumbling whisper grew louder, he stood more quickly than he could have a minute before, his eyes going wide and his breath catching in a series of shortened huffs.

When West finally saw the blue tinge highlighting the trees, he ran.

He told himself it was no coincidence that he was the only one left who could move, that he was meant to get away, but when the fire caught him, he knew it had been a lie. He didn't scream. That was one thing to be proud of, he supposed.

A sharp gasp marked West's return to consciousness. He sat up immediately, closing his eyes again as a wave of nausea washed over him, then leaned forward and rolled to his feet. His gaze swept over the office, taking in Christof, Calder, Malodore, Jericho, Riley... The nurse had her. There was certainly nothing he could do that Cricket could not.

West flexed his burnt hand, brows furrowing at the sting, then walked calmly from the room, breaking into a run once he was sure no one could see.

(( go bye bye ))  

[Miliardo Kason]

When everyone started to pile on Christof Sammy simply let go. She took a step back resting seeming to slump slightly as if just the effort to just tug at the boil had drained her.

She stood quietly as Calder spoke, and actually let out a chuckle. The Kelpie had more bite then he liked to let on it seemed. Still it was a sad state of affairs the number of people stressing and fussing over Riley. So she moved to the side grabbing a chair and sitting down backwards, arms crossed and chin on the back of it watching them all.

"We have to wait now. S'all we can do. Let Doc, or Jericho take shifts here with her... or whoever else wants too." She paused looking at Cricket again, she didn't mention the Insanity again, but the thought of it lingered. "Crickets right, we just have to wait now."  

[Pepzilla]

Nio Love

Recovery was finally over. Pepin was finally back to her hovering, happy self when she noticed the crazy commotion occurring near a single particular cot. Who could- OH!

"Darth Sugar? Oh jack.. you're not looking so good.." she whispered to herself as it would be a bit insulting to blurt to the others. She may be a little clueless but she wasn't stupid. "Woooah!"

Suddenly she grinned very wide and floated up and over Riley's body looking down in aw at her.

"Lookit you go! You've caught something haven't you?" she asked in far lighter tone than she should have to the ailing president. "Can you guys see her, she's pixeling oh so neat-o!" To quote the great tiny imp ghoul. "Do it again do it again do it- OOOOOH BOIL!!"

Clapping to herself she looked around. Did... nobody else see it?  

[poke mattix]

As the commotion in the room began to subside, one of the cots was suddenly containing another student, A few minutes passed, before the student began to stir and wake up. A few minutes more, as the ghoul began to remember what had happened before she had reformed in the office, and then she jumped out of the cot with a start.

The last thing Astra could remember, was the horsemen walking through some sort of portal with a white robed man, and then she was on fire. Thankfully she wasn't on fire now, patting herself down to make sure there were no burns or any lingering damage.

Physically, at least.

Once the fairy ghoul had the presence of mind to look around to see what was happening, she was immediately aware that something was wrong. Really wrong. Jericho was kneeling on the floor, and christof was looking horrible as well. Malodore was assisting someone else, but it seemed...angry about something.

A feeling of dread rose within her. There wasn't much that would cause these students to look so distressed. She looked around again and her thoughts were confirmed. Riley was in another cot, with Nurse Cricket nearby. Taking a few steps closer, she gasped, seeing the huge hole that was in Riley's chest.

She heard and saw Pepin approach Riley's cot, saying something about pixeling, as well as a few others say words of encouragement to everyone else. She stayed back though, choosing to hide behind one of the cots. She didn't want to disturb anyone, and she already felt tears welling up. She fought them back, not wanting to make a scene in the office.  

[medigel]

In response, Mort presented the knife almost ceremonially - ceremonially in that it was held with both of his palms facing upward, almost in that the blade still had bits and pieces of flesh and dried blood from when Mort had stabbed himself twice (purposefully and accidentally).

Noting this, the zombie took it back and attempted to clean it on his burnt shirt. The results were not much better but, well, he didn't want to spit on it for fear of making it worse. Again the pocket knife was offered.

"Th-Thanks, sir," Mort told him with a bowing nod of his head. "Tried g-get free, but fail. But also s-stayed 'wake to watch Hunter n' Horsemen go, by s-stab." Both Christof and Amrita could probably now see the medium-depth wound on his right hand where this occurred. "N' thanku, miss," he added to the vetala with a bow of his head as well, "for st-stitching up. N' for hugs."

Really, he wanted to say thanks for a lot of different things, but he couldn't cogitate the thoughts correctly, much less attempt a broken sentence to verblaize it.

He also kinda wanted to continue hugging, but the atmosphere wasn't exactly conducive for it.

"Um . . . a-are okay, sir?" Mort added tentatively.

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Bilious