=>[MINI-META] The Leaning East Outgrowth

[purplerosesbeauty]

"I don't plan on dying anytime soon..." Acteon grabbed onto Guouli's arm, unmoving for a bit. They let him hold them back, although they didn't think they would run to their lusus. Still dazed from all of that, they stared vacantly. Even as things went further and further into a less and less fun pit, they couldn't just run away like the other children. Shots were fired, knives thrown. Trolls tried to restrain Eridia. But they couldn't leave. Their lusus staggered on thin, dainty legs and was in no condition to try to break through the shard wall. Blood continued to seep from his wounds. Even if he protected them... They couldn't leave. They were too young to be orphaned by a ghost.

They shook their head, sticking close to the blueblood. He wasn't a friend or anything like that but where would they go? There weren't any safe places, and this was the most able bodied teenager in the group. Somehow.

When Glamis said he was calling back up, they had no idea what to expect. More teenagers arrived, one covered in ice, and a seadweller. These two were military if they remembered correctly. Could they manage to stop their rampaging colleague, or disrupt the ghost and his shards of glass?

 

[Gl!tch~]

Children, although threatened, were trying to mediate the situation. Impressive, in a way, but... Not their job. Especially not now. And especially talking to more experienced trolls like herself in such a way.

"I need everyone to stand down." Everything was hectic and a greenblood, recognizable in attire and figure... Sephos! They had gone this long without talking? Oops. But- he was attacking Eridia, though his efforts could only escalate the situation, as far as she was concerned. "Officers such as Lieutenant Gorgos and myself, and older trolls coming onto the scene will handle this. Eridia."

All attention for the threatening purpleblood. And Lorata, bloody from a run-in with the glass, seemed to be working on Gerard.

Okay. It was her turn to try to deal with this. "Gerard Rutven is dead. His time here is over. You were assigned to this seance to find closure and have him and yourself move on." She noted Eridia's dress. Different from before. Very nice, even. She could connect some dots from that.

"I wanted to trust that you would be able to handle it on your own. I did not want to have to come in here, away from my own seance, because you fell under his influence again. Eridia..." Hemera sighed. She was clearly disappointed on some level, and also...sad about how this turned out. "You can still come back from this. Gerard's time is over, but yours is only beginning. You made a life for yourself, you started your own product line. You climbed to sergeant rank in the military. There was so much you were able to to without Gerard. So much before your eyes filled in! And there's plenty more you can do, and you can start here, by letting the child go and helping us with the job we were given. Just... Please. Please, Eridia. I don't want to fight you."  

[Green Minuet]

Captain Kursha Vidari

Bang! Bang!

Over the sounds of panic and confusion, two shots rang out. A dark, purple hole appeared in Eridia's hand, and another in her skirt at the knee. Leaning against where the doorframe used to be, Kursha hovered outside the ring of glass. The rifle rested against his shoulder, the muzzle of which still smoked from the discharge. He glared across the whirlwind of death, his mouth in a tight scowl.

“The next one will be in your thinkpan,” he said. Thank god Flydra had been able to patch him up, even if only temporarily. He had a feeling he was going to regret playing the hero later. He raised his voice. “Everyone else take cover, until Mr. Rutven has settled down!”  

[Micillia]

Static Charge

Static heard the alert, and then saw the Captain get up. "Oh no" he thought to himself. Kursha was one of those trolls that did things, even when they were in serious pain and injury, which seemed like it lead to more pain and injury. The blueblood kept up with the Greenblood. Neither of them were really in a condition to help with any of this, but well, Kursha was a military troll that was for sure. "Captain!" The blueblood said as he caught up to the greenblood. He heard the shots fire, and he paled. This seance had turned even bloodier than Schard's.

"Captain, glub!" The blueblood said as he ran to check the greenblood. "I mean, nice shot, but good glub!" The purpleblood might have been neutralized, but the ghost was not. Static ran up to the ethereal thing and did the only thing he really could. He sparked. Big spikes of lightning ran to the ghost. Sure, it probably would not hurt the guy, but maybe a different type of energy would cancel something out?  

[Buzzwulf]

Quella Fehtan

Quella glanced at the shards of glass blocking the entrance to the east outgrowth. Sharp and hard, like hungry teeth. The blueblood could feel something otherworldly here. She swatted aside a flying shard as she ducked her body through the doorframe, but ended up sliced and bloodied regardless. There was just too much Quella and too little door.

The hunter stepped into a scene out of a madhouse, her commanding officer trying to talk down a bloodstained Eridia, and a glowing... well, she didn't know what it was. Something big and glowy. And yelling.

Quella didn't know quite what to do about that, so she joined Hemera facing Eridia instead. The blueblood had already tried to talk down the highblood once, but now it looked like she was really going off the deep end, shouting and screaming at the tealblood. Eridia sounded desperate. Something was definitely wrong here. Quella put her foot down with a resounding stomp. The least she could do was back up Hemera, if it came to it.

"I don't know anything about Gerard, but I do know that the Eridia I know doesn't need help from anyone. Because she isn't weak." Quella pointed at the highblood, a scornful tone in her voice. "You gonna stand there and let some old ghost take over you? Cause if you can't keep control of yourself, maybe it's time I find someone who can." the huge blueblood gave Hemera a wink. "Just say the word, boss. I got your back."  

[penemueIntuition]

Blue blood.

Ely was being ushered out with the other children away from the horror show, when she noticed the red blood bleeding blue. This whole time... a high blood pretending to be red? Why. It made no sense. Who would disguise themselves as a lower caste? This s**t show was too much for her to go in without being cut. But perhaps... They were tougher.

"Tuzi!" Ely cried out to her Lusus, shoving her satchel of bandages into their mough before a protest could be uttered. "Go in!"

"Please!"

This whole time, right under her nose.

"Go in! I'll stay back here!"

There was a long pause before the rabbit-like creature nudged her towards the exiting trolls, and then bounded into the scene. With any luck...

Tuzi managed to bound over to the injured with the precious cargo, gingerly dropping it in front of Zindel. They were a large creature, but how much they could contribute remained to be seen.

Ely stood in the doorway watching, breath caught in her throat. She had so many questions for those trolls. It couldn't end now.  

[Doutei]

"Reinforcements have arrived!" Scorpa's voice called from a short distance. She appeared to have run the entire way after Kursha and Static. The yellowblood was noticeably less cut up than the first two, apparently having escaped without hitting the first storm of glass. She couldn't avoid the second, however, and grabbed her moirail behind her. They'd enter together and protect at least one side from injury by pressing against each other. For added protection, Scorpa wrapped her large ponytail around Flydra and dove through.

"At your orders, Captain." Even though Scorpa was hideously jealous of the greenblood, he was her superior officer. And despite their petty fights and differences, she knew he was a capable officer if he was where he was today. When it came to her serious feelings, she respected him. And possibly thought him a friend.

Kinda sorta.  

[Yamashii]

Getting into the room was painful and awful. Flydra shielded her face with her prosthetic arm but it would not protect her against everything. She could see Lorata inside and instantly felt better knowing the seadweller was taking action already. Austri was probably running around the rest of the hive checking for civilians and keeping people safe.

There was blue blood pouring out of Zindel. Was it Zindel? Flydra had not paid much attention to the redblood during the Superstar event. A young purpleblood, the one from before on the lawn ring, nudged her lusus inside with a satchel of medical supplies towards the bleeding troll. Interesting. Perhaps this youngster had an interest in medicine. She would seek them out later. It was important to encourage healers in the violent society that was Alternia. Otherwise you ended up with far too many dead soldiers.

"Good thinking, little one." She shouted to Elyias and got down on her knees to help the red-blueblood.

"Hang on, I'll patch you up. It'll be alright." She whispered to whoever this was. Flydra's hands moved quick to clean the wounds and disinfect them so they could be wrapped. She draped her military jacket over the body to help hide the body. Flydra didn't know who this was but they didn't appear to be Zindel. She got a syringe out to inject him with a painkiller so they'd be able to move around freely until she could administer real care. Secretly, she also drew a sample of blood to investigate later. Something weird was going on.  

[Micillia]

Chiara Moteku Zindel Tagino
Gerard Summoning
Juggalo words were racing around Chiara's mind as she tried to contain things. Expletives, all of them, as she watched drips of blue escape her bindings. She almost had it contained. Her arm stopped bleeding, at least, so that was a good thing. She wrapped it up more, just in case. She saw the drops of blue on the ground, and she tried to cover them up in dirt, or other blood.... there sure was a lot of blood, and not much of it was hers even. Her adrenaline turned to panic, and she started to shake. Glob she had to do something. Something.

Then a beast came over, and Chiara froze. Was it out to get her? Spot her out? The lusus seemed friendly, and against her better wishes, Chiara grabbed onto the lusus, hiding herself against it while she patched herself up more, stuffing the blue stained cloth into her pockets to hide it.

Skyli Peep

 

[Melancholies]

Sarcel was last to arrive. She wasn't expecting to do anything crazy, but she was committed to making sure the innocent parties made it out alive at least. Anything to fix her ******** up from earlier. Hopefully Vidari and the rest wouldn't be too mad at her showing up in her condition; she could always use her invisibility to make sure she didn't drag anyone down at the very least. Except well, the her Captain had already shot at Eridia, and Static was going after the ghost.

She quite literally faded into the background as she braced for the s**t show to culminate to a head.

 

[zeflamigo]

Odette raced in, panicked but alert. She surveyed the room and it didn't do much to calm her nerves. She could hardly make out what to do with all of the action going on around them, but she at least was able to identify the threat. The ghost, and the bloody purpleblood. At this point, Odette was not surprised.

She readied her weapon, and readied to make a psionic pushback, should the ghost make another attack.  

[Sypon]

At this point, Gerard was smiling from spongeclot to spongeclot. The blood shed at his expense was delightful. He put his hands together in delight as more trolls stepped through the precipice of the room. Very clever, using a shield to get through.

He looked at the original target of his ire, and narrowed his eyes. Gerard’s smile twisted into a grotesque frown, his silhouette becoming raggedy and flickering once as he registered what he saw. “What is this. You filth, bleeding blue? Hiding below your station? Masochistic fool. Look at you squirming!”

And once again, he laughed. “Now everyone is here to witness this! I’m… Legendary!” The tone of his voice had reached a shriek. To Lorata, he waved. “Royalty in my presence? Darling, you have my attention! Please, relax! The fun has just begun~!”

Shots rang out. Gerard gasped as purple blood billowed from Eridia’s wounds. “No!” He roared. His form twisted and twitched. The lightning struck him, causing him to jerk backwards with a hiss.

“Eridia, sweetling, you’ve done well, but your companions still refuse to understand us. This is it! This… Ends...”

He raised an arm, which seemed to warp and fritz out. The energy in the room was palpable now - glass shards quivering in their place in the air, and Gerard’s ghost practically glowing. A look of anger flashed across his features, and then a slash grew across his face that refused to re-grow. Red streaks began to bloom across the tiled floors.

Then, the sound of crying.

Gerard’s eyes opened wide, as though he was stopped in place - startled. His legs jerked, slipping backwards before he buckled over and began to lose form. Gerard’s skull dropped to the ground and shattered with the rest of his glass arsenal.

And the mansion shook.

“Ready for extraction. Gather your injured, subdue any traitors, and return at once. ” The cool, collected voice of Glamis filtered through the multiple radios now present in one room.

The form that had taken place where Gerard was floating was unlike any discernible trollian shape. It billowed, screamed, cried and moaned. Its shape rippled, heat waves and limbs pushing in and out.

The floor under you collapses.  

[DraconicFeline]

Stand down meant nothing to Sephos, but the tealblood giving the orders was familiar. Hemera? Hemera knew what to do. Good.

Sephos backed down, looking to her for whatever cues he could glean. She was trying to talk to Eridia? Wasn't trying to hurt her? Good. He thought... well... that it was still possible.

Shots rang out and Sephos looked down to see that his overalls were now properly splattered with Eridia's lavender blood from her new hand wound. Sephos backed away now, pumpbiscuit resonating along with the gunshots his ears ringing.

Leave it to them, That's probably best. He watched Hemera, hopefully, She'll handle it.

And then the floor fell out from under him, and the catacombs below claimed him once again.  

[Green Minuet]

Captain Kursha Vidari

Seconds after he arrived, Kursha heard Scorpa and Flydra charge in behind him, as well as a multitude of other trolls. The floor across the room creaked, bending under the sudden weight. He felt the plank under his feet give and sway.

“Lieutenant Devile!” Kursha barked, when Glamis' last transmission crackled through the radio. The sound in the room intensified in an unearthly roar. He had to scream to make himself heard. “Secure Sergeant Tsifer. Private Fehtan and Corporal Charge, help Lieutenant Dromen gather the injured. Everyone get ready to go dooooown!”