=>[MINI-META] Return: Outside the Hive

[Sypon]

Reisio blushed, automatically it seemed, out of empathy. They clasped their own hands together. "Ah. Yes, of course, we were very hasty. Let us show you."

They stepped around to Oisier and crabwalked into them, creating something of an amalgamation with three legs and a shared torso sporting one of each of their arms. "Genetic osmosis. The number of extremities a troll possesses is a simplistic boundary. We bypass the full potential of a singular entity."

And, while they weren't sure if they could do it with a stranger, it wasn't out of the question in their future. The Mirrims could - at least temporarily - grant another their gift, in a sense. But, even though Stemma's eye was an individual boon, even the Mirrims could not replicate the eye-sight that she likely posessed. It simply put her at an advantage above the rest of society.  

[seekingCylem]

Oisier accepted Stemma's lack of scientific insight on her mutation. It was a rare condition after all. It would likely be difficult to procure much information on it, if she was even interested in such matters in the first place.

Oisier perked at the mention of their own powers. They caught Reisio's approach in their peripheral and took an identically wide stance. Reisio slotted into their body while Oisier focused on adjusting their balance to the added mass. "We are an evolutionary marvel a cut above in our capacity for adaptation." Oisier added, "Reisio and I share our genetics completely. Our combined skill elevates our abilities to near complete singularity. We could perhaps hazard a best guess at a stranger's composition, should they allow such in the first place."

Or if the twins even wanted to. Oisier was hesitant to touch other trolls in a casual capacity, much less attempt reaching into their flesh. Icky.  

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi was sitting out of the next sessions, doing what she did best - support and medic duty. Not that she could really do anything super athletic with the large set of stab wounds in her side.


She observed Glamis thoughtfully as the blueblood proceeded with... what he was doing. Ghost were not her thing. "So, what do you think? Burn treatments?" she lifted her omnipresent burn kid, "Or deep laceration treatments?"

(Some time later)

Wasn't Eridia the officer there? Psykgi smirked to herself. "Lacerations it is." she got out the big first aid stuff and chuckled softly. Was anyone surprised? She certainly wasn't. But then, she'd seen sides of Eridia that the purpleblood didn't just show around.

Ah well, she'd be ready... for the military casualties that was. The tealblood carrion wagon still on the hill would just have to suffice for everyone else.  

[Melancholies]

Sarcel's body hurt. Flydra had worked a few miracles on her (mostly to stop the bleeding), and she was now set up with a few provisions for her aching wounds. She largely stood out of Glamis' way, but kept her presence near by in case anything went totally awry. Naturally, that's exactly what happened.

She wasn't in the mood for this.

"For ******** sake." It was tempting to let natural selection work itself out, but that was a military official shooting at--she presumed--civilians. There was a secondary wave of guilt considering the fact that she should have been there. Time to rush in as quickly as she could manage.

 

[DraconicFeline]

Melancholies x

"Want to take a sedative or five with you? That might help calm things down." Psykgi offered a handful of military grade neutralizing sedatives to the blueblood.

(Later, after a very loud noise)

"Ohmygosh!" Psykgi stood up, cringing as her wounds objected. That had sounded bad - very bad.

Well, better out here than in there, right?  

[Sypon]

Quote:

The night sky above the hive is unusually dark - a black mass of energy is blocking out the twinkling stars, while red streaks of lightning crack from behind the hive. Erilyn's manor has begun to fall. Every few minutes another part of the infrastructure caves in on top of itself, leaving a pile of featureless rubble in its wake. And above it all, the large amalgamation rose - facing off with Glamis Harice.

The blueblood manned the controls of his spectral contraption, at the helm of it as though it was a cannon on an Alternian cruiser. He was focused, with sweat pouring down his face, his jacket tossed behind him as he calibrated the machine.

In the distance, the Deus Ex Machine had backed off slightly, parking in an open lot near a beachside cliff. Bossat Burrke sat on the roof of the vehicle, watching the sky with binoculars and peering down occasionally to see if any survivors make an appearance.

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psy had been minding her medstuff for a while now, taking care of her own wounds as needed while she waited for military injured to come out. It was - for obvious reasons - impossible to miss the craziness in the sky.

Oh, s**t. That looked bad.

Her side was feeling better and she figured that it was her military duty - and interesting besides - to help out if she could. Additional motivation came from the fact that the patients she specialized in needed to be alive. Ghosts and ghoulies and other such things were still far out of her wheelhouse, but she was another set of hands.

She stood up, straightened her back, and tried not to limp too much as she approached the blueblood. "Hey, how can I help?" she asked, looking over the crazy arcane contraption at his fingertips.

((Some time laterrrr))

He was very focused, and didn't seem to hear her. At that point, though, Psykgi caught a glimpse of a group of trolls approaching. One was particularly familiar, but more familiar were the two uniforms and, pressingly, the blood staining very nearly all of them.

"Gotta go." she said, rushing off to her medic post.

"Flydra! Over here!" she called out, waving to her superior officer, "It looks like I have what you need!"

Or, at least, what the two military officers needed. She was more interested in sending the others over to the waiting tealblood, but hey, if Lt. Dromen wanted to requisition some medical supplies for the civilians, Psy wasn't going to stop her.

(It was a perfect opportunity to observe)

yamashii

buzzwolf

micillia

Skyli Peep

(Edited)  

[Buzzwulf]

Quella slung the redblood off her shoulder and dropped him to the ground, not bothering to make it a soft landing. She was glad to see the sky again, glad that everyone had escaped without further injury. The hunter waved a friendly salute to the redblood officer that seemed to be coordinating outside, then staggered a little. Looking down, it looked like her entire right side was covered in blue. That... looked like a lot more blood than she'd been losing. Where had it all come from? Quella sat for a moment, her thinkpan spinning.

"Keep an eye on that one," the hunter said to the military redblood, pointing at Zindel. "He's a troublemaker. Flydra, you got a second? I think I musta gotten a little more glass than I thought." Odd though. The amount of blood soaking her uniform... Quella figured if she'd been losing that much, she would have passed out a while ago.

yamashii

DraconicFeline

micillia

I wonder where all this blue blood came from, ZINDEL.

Skyli Peep

 

[ImaginationsParadise]

Eridia had fallen, physically, literally and metaphorically. She didn't expect to be tackled with such force. Her aching knee was not going to allow her to run away from... Whatever that was. Eridia wasn't going to disobey orders. It wasn't smart after everything she said and did. All she could do now was stay silent, do as told, and try to find a way to lessen the consequences she'd get once outside.

Eridia nearly stumbled as she run, she was not used to this amount of pain. Actually, she had never gotten this hurt before. Physically nor mentally She did, though, complain as she was dragged. "I can't go any faster than this." Eridia panted. "After all, an a*****e shot my leg." The highblood mumbled to herself as she was escorted outside. Pupils constricted once outside, she did her best to shield her eyes with her other hand, still holding the shard-- her only memory... The only thing she could keep from him.

Eridia's eyes narrowed, looking at the trolls outside. Hate, so much hatred packed up inside waiting to explode. She had the right to remain silent right? She needed to calm down, try to act civilized and... Well... Try to survive this. Glamis was sure to try to interrogate her, others would probably want some answers as well, but she would not budge... Not while she had this packed up anger inside.

She needed to wait until the moment was right.

Doutei

Micillia

Green Minuet

 

[Green Minuet]

Captain Kursha Vidari

Keeping up with Scorpa proved difficult. He doubted he would have made it were it not for Flydra's treatment. Eridia was not so fortunate. He had judged his mark well, and her right leg struggled to bear her weight. The yellowblood all but dragged her whenever she faltered. Not that he felt bad about it.

“Oh boo-hoo!” Kursha cried once they emerged, lifting his voice to a higher pitch. He clasped his hands over his pump biscuit and fluttered his eyelashes pitifully. “An a*****e shot me while I was on a killing spree! Life is just so unfair sometimes! Woe is me!” The only way he could have been any more sarcastic was by using air quotes.

“Can it, Eridia.” His voice dropped back to normal. “You'll have plenty more to cry about by the time I'm through with you. Lieutenant Devile.” He turned towards Scorpa. Though she seemed to make it her life's mission to harrass him, he could not ignore her performance.

“Nice work tonight. I'll make sure to pass the word along. Also...” His gaze lingered on Static. He considered the blueblood for a moment, before changing his mind. “I'm going to see if Glamis has a pair of surprise handcuffs in that contraption of his. Excuse me.”

With that, Kursha strode across the lawnring to where the blueblood operated his technical monstrosity. “Oi, Glamis, buddy! Everything all right over there, or do you have a minute?”

ImaginationsParadise

Doutei

Micillia

Sypon

 

[Gl!tch~]

Ugh. He'd asked for directions but not orders, especially not from some redblood. Guo hated getting pushed around like this, angrier more that he couldn't put his foot down, not when it was a celebrity and he was already on thin ice. But he'd remember her after the heat was off. No one stayed in the public eye forever...

And now they were helping the weirdass hobo. Better than getting electrocuted, he guessed. Meanwhile, he dumped Acteon on the ground and leaned in close. "Okay. I want to get this s**t over with as soon as possible. No funny business, got it? No voice s**t, no smartassery." Clearly, his good humor had evaporated on the flight up.

Not waiting for a response, Guo dragged himself over to Bossat, who seemed farther away than last time he checked. Great. Maybe he'd ******** his foot up enough from this for a scar. Then he realized the redblood might give him a hard time for not being quicker. He groaned.

Still, he made the trek over, and waved at Bossat. Just a customer looking for aid. "Yo! You still open for business, or are you closed to watch the shitshow?"

Sypon

 

[purplerosesbeauty]

They didn't really get how a cigarette would help this situation, but that could be Guo's s**t. They frowned at the teenager after being dumped and then scolded, as if they weren't on the same level. "Duh, I'm not that much of an idiot," they said, sneering. "I just need to get some help for Steppy," they said, walking over to help their lusus steady his feet.

Acteon looked at the wound now, for the first time. It was deep and bled a lot... And their lusus still hasn't spoken. Maybe when he got fixed he could talk again. With a pat, they followed Guo to the van guy.

 

[Yamashii]

"Psykgi! It is good to see you-" The redblood’s chipper voice and eager to help attitude was a welcome sound for sore spongeclots. What had started out as a mysterious spook hunt had ended with far too many injuries. Flydra had done her best to patch up a handful of trolls temporarily as one might patch a bike tire but they all would need more serious care to avoid infection from tromping around a run down derelict hive like this. And there were plenty of others she hadn’t seen to yet that had sustained injuries from other mishaps and falling through the floor to the catacombs.

"Yes, of course I’ll get right on that-" Flydra began to respond to Quella’s request after seeing an alarming amount of blue streaked across the officer’s body when she saw Scorpa up ahead with Eridia, Kursha and Static. They were all injured in various capacities as well. While the tealblood agreed with the decision to attack Eridia to counter her bloodlust, that still made for another patient to treat. Eridia was too high on the hemospectrum for them to ignore that she needed treatment. But how could she treat all of these cases at once when there were so many?

Wheels began to turn in her thinkpan. Psykgi had plenty of supplies combined with Flydra’s somewhat depleted reserves. That just left the trollpower...

"Attention! JROTC cadets, this is your first assignment!" Flydra called out to any of the children she recognized in the area. "We will administer first aid to all injured parties in the area, military and civilian alike. Sergeant Mentha has the training and supplies to assist you with dressing cuts and splinting broken bones. Redirect any injuries you believe to require emergency surgery to me!" Hopefully Glamis would be able to destroy the amalgamation soon so the focus could shift to getting these trolls out of here and down to her clinic or the local hospitals.

"If you are injured in need of help, seek us out immediately!" Flydra raised her voice to hopefully catch the attention of the trolls fleeing the catacombs. With her plan set in place now, she returned her attention to snapping on a new pair of gloves and extracting shards of glass out of Quella’s flesh.

"You did well in there. It’s interesting to see your new strength in action." This had been the blueblood’s first major stint after enlisting and Flydra was impressed by Quella’s ability to stay focused under pressure.

Buzzwulf

DraconicFeline

 

[Micillia]

Static Charge

Static had a headache, and it wasn't all Scorpa's presence. He was on the alert, the purpleblood Eridia was not a threat one could take lightly. Besides, Kursha seemed to be enjoying himself, so it was all under control, right? "So, Scorpa," Static said awkwardly, "Hows it been going?" He did have one question for Scorpa tho, "And is there any reason you've been focusing on Garand?" It must have been the headache, cuz the words came out snappy. Or maybe it was the pain from the cuts on his abdomen. Static was not usually one to be rude to a commanding officer.

ImaginationsParadise

Doutei

Green Minuet

 

[Micillia]

Chiara Moteku Zindel Tagino

She was in the clear! Or as clear as she could be considering. Chiara excited the catacombs covered in both her and Quella's blood. Quella's blue was pretty much the same as hers, she could say it was all the big blueblood's if she needed to. She just had to make a quick and stealthy exit, find some cover, and then wait. If it blew over as all a ghost hallucination, cool, perfect. If the military needed to come for Zindel, all they would need to do was p***k the real redblood and see that he was a redblood, then chalk it all up to ghost hallucinations. The only one she was worried about was Flydra. The tealblood was the smartest troll here, and she could see the girl figuring everything out. For now, tho, all she could do was wait for an opening to escape. Quella and Sephos were busy getting their wounds tended to, so for the most part, she was safe from the muscle.

The redblood couched down, to get on the level of the small purpleblood who had protected her. "Here," She said, slipping the girl the bandages. Chiara continued in a whisper. "Thanks for the help, but, why did you do it?"

Yamashii

Skyli Peep

Buzzwulf

DraconicFeline