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There was something strange about being so alert upon waking, as far as Shehk was concerned, staring up at the ceiling as her head throbbed, reminding her that she was...in some semblance of the word 'alive'. Not that she really felt that way. It was strange.

Chaos ensued around her, the Pricolici looking around the infirmary with a sort of casual turn of her head, not exactly jumping to get up, even at the sound of the Red Dragon's voice calling to Cricket. Something had happened. She wasn't even sure exactly what it was, her nose still burning of that raw, fleshy, and.... well, she wasn't sure how to describe that scent, but it was a unique one, at the very least.

While her nose battled with the scent of human, her muscles battled with the ability to un-stick themselves and start moving again, but even then, it was the twitching of her fingers and this sort of groaning noise as she worked to remobilize herself.

What in the hell had happened?

It wasn't working. Frantically, Jericho looked around, trying to find some other way to do this, but it seemed it wasn't possible without her being conscious. Visibly, he was trembling now. He reached out to take the pill back, shaking as he was trying really hard to not panic. Trying hard to not break down. This was different than when he found her lying in a pool of her own blood. Riley had been hurt badly then, but this was a wound that struck into her FEAR.

"I-I can't get her to t-take it.." he said while looking over towards Cricket. The dragon wasn't speaking as loudly this time.

"You can s-still heal her.. right..?"

The loud, hot headed red dragon was not here right now.

Cricket returned to Jericho when it seemed things weren't happening the way the dragon would have liked, looking at the pill that had been more or less shoved into the whole in the mindflayer, making a face as she pulled it out again, crunching it in before she shoved her hand right back into the mindflayer with the pieces, her expression calm.

She'd seen worse. It was horrible to say, given how grim things looked, but...well... Cricket was at least twice as old as any of the students here, she'd seen things by this point in time that they hadn't. However, even in pulling her hand out, Cricket didn't completely pull them away, instead pressing her palms against the offended place to begin feeding more FEAR into the wound in question, calm as ever.

"I don't need to replace the flesh, I need to replace the FEAR. When the FEAR is gone, that is when the problems arise..."

The pill dissipated in Riley's body as Cricket crushed it, and the Fear that had been flowing out of the wound slowly dried up, until it was a black, dry hole. Nothing more left her body, but the body itself remained nicely holed.

Still, it was more than one could say for her before.

HP: 0
Status: Unconscious

((Entering))

Empty nothingness began to part. Soft noises surrounded him, a slight stinging of his skin. Both more intense the longer he lay there.
Deliriously, Mot regained consciousness. Where was he? Everything was blurry, and he didn't feel all there yet. Had he been... taken? Had they all been taken prisoner?

That woke him up, shooting up into a sitting position, gripping his head with both hands from the sudden head rush. Everything hurt so badly. His skin felt raw, sensitive to the touch. His heart beat erratically from panic, confusion. His head was spinning, he felt like he was going to be sick. Very sick. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, hands buried in his hair as he tried to stop his throbbing headache from exploding his brain through his ears.

He looked around, noting more students beginning to appear within the room on gurneys. One thing let him know he was back at school; the sense that Cricket was there. He sensed her before he even saw her. The nurse, therefore.. this was the Nurse's office. As much as the woman terrified him, she was a sight for sore eyes. It was confirmation they were safe... safe ish.
However, a pressing thought hit him suddenly. Where was Lizzy? She would appear, right? Right.. surely. She would be okay.

He'd watched her die. He could still see it fresh in his mind. If he closed his eyes, he could see her beautiful form turning black, oozing blood and fear, engulfed in flame. His precious friend. Dying before his very eyes.
He looked from where he was, blinking away the spots from his vision. She wasn't there yet. She wasn't there. But she would be.. she would..

He could only wait.

Wait? For what? What now? Wait for her to appear? He wanted to, but he was taking up valuable space sitting useless in a bed. He was no more injured than every other student. They all had wounds, physical and mental. The attention from the Nurse was better suited to those who truly needed it.

Mot didn't wish to be a bother, to take up the Nurse's precious time. She had others to see to. Others who needed her help more than he did. Like Lizzy, or.. Riley. He frowned deeply at the sight of his Captain. What had happened in the place Caelius had gone to? Where others had followed past where Mot and many others had gotten trapped in? Something awful, he imagined. Something that caused the Horsemen to leave with the Head Hunter.

Mot shuffled off of the gurney, wobbling in place, before moving to leave the office entirely. He didn't need to be there. He didn't want to be there. One less person to worry about. One less bother. No use making the nurse tell him the same thing she'll have to tell everyone else; Rest Up, right?
Fine, he'd attempt resting.
Or would he? He still had that bet with Hel. He still needed to train, to get stronger than her. But now, there was the lingering veil of insecurity surrounding him.

Hunters had invaded, and could come back at any time. To simply shoot a net at them and take their fear, their essence. To take their Horsemen. To take his friends. Take his sense of security. To take, and take, and take.

What was happening to the school he loved so much? What had it become? Where had the faculty been? Why couldn't the students protect themselves, and why couldn't the faculty protect them either? The last month or so had been utter chaos.
Nowhere was safe.
No one was safe.

Mot dragged his feet out of the Nurse's office, headed straight for the reaper dorms.

He needed to see Hel. He needed to know she was okay. For all he knew, she might have been attacked too. Maybe the whole school had been? How was he to assume otherwise. The more he walked, he saw things were okay. It had just been them, it seemed. However, he still needed to know. He needed to know and see for himself. Lizzy... that image of her wouldn't go away. It pained hik even worse than the feeling of burning alive. Why couldn't he have helped? Why could he do nothing? He could never protect her from harm. Never.

More than he wanted to see Lizzy safe, he wanted to see Hel.

He didn't question it. It just felt right. He'd let Lizzy down. He'd watched her die. He'd died because he was weak. A useless lump of reaper. What good was he? Would he ever be of use to anyone? Training. More training. He'd spent his time at school goofing off, playing with friends. He had made this place his home, but now? It wasn't home anymore, because he wasn't strong enough to protect it.

((Exiting))

Jericho shot Mort a weak glare as he spoke of replacing the flesh. If only it were that simple. Right now, he didn't quite have it in him to snap at the zombie though. Instead, he looked back to Cricket, watching her as she did her work. FEAR had stopped leaking from her body from what he could see, but aside from that, he couldn't see much else of a difference.

He shook again, silent. Unsure what to do. Shakily, he grabbed his phone to try and text Mal. It needed to know about this.



With how bad he was shaking now, he couldn't type out the text properly. Once he sent it out, he stared towards the ground and bit his lip.

Well, at least the leak had been stuffed up. That meant any FEAR that was put in now wouldn't immediately come right back out. However, the fact that there was a massive hole in the Mindflayer's body was still concerning, Cricket making a point to not put her hand in, or through it.

Riley was not a hollow, it was not meant to be played with. Though she was turning in to a Hollow as it seemed to progress, the nurse making a face as she fussed with the wound, pulling up a chair as she sat down to keep up with her process of feeding FEAR into the wound. She had a few words for Jericho, but she'd save them for a better time, when she didn't have to focus on wondering what the ********> had just happened.

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And Cricket wasn't the only one wondering. Shehk had finally managed to sit up on the cot she'd woken in, making a face as she slowly hobbled up to her feet to walk over to the group that was forming around Cricket. She recognized Jericho and Christof there easily, placing a hand on both of their shoulders awkwardly, half swooning as she tried to stand still.

It took a moment for her eyes to focus on what was happening in front of her, but she didn't ask what had happened to make that situation occur. She knew better than to dig into wounds - literally. So she stood silently, her brows furrowed together lightly.