SEO Head office hallway:

All the while taking in the new surroundings, Uthaleia was acutely aware of one thing: Julien Summerfield, the Director of SEO, was bad news. Even if the rules and regulations of SEO- including the fine-print, the very-fine print and various carefully worded clauses- hadn't been evidence enough, the aura, or energy that Uthaleia could sense emanating from the Director more than confirmed it. The presence she had sensed in the office just a little earlier- which had been unquestionably malignant- was utterly eclipsed by the energy that seemed to roil and seethe around the Director. If such a thing as 'Evil Incarnate' existed this side of eternity then, Uthaleia was certain, she was looking at it. Julien Summerfield- the name wasn't known by and large around the office... or at least, not within the circles of regular worker-drones, such as Uthaleia herself supposedly was... it seemed the Director liked to stay largely anonymous, an unseen, intangible but prevelant presence subtly dominating everything from the shadows. She watched the scene unfold in front of her Julien responded to Fleur's report upon Xell's condition.

Julien nodded his head to one side slyly “don’t worry. He’s not getting out of it that easily.” The purple creature searched within his blazer pockets. Retrieving a vial which had a transparent green substance in it, accompanied by a syringe.

“Which one of you would like to wake Mr. Weaver up?” he retracted a deft arm back, before swinging it forwards to release his grip upon the retrieved items. The green shine defying the purple saturation of the atmosphere itself as it swished within the vial. Slow motion following as all figures within the room kept their eyes on it. Leaving Julien to wonder what action would follow next.

“Might it be your only chance to wake Mr. Weaver up ever again, I wonder?” He announced with a smile, folding his arms as he awaited the next few revelations. Or lack of.

Uthaleia wasn't entirely certain what game Julien was playing, but she was quite certain it was a game more than one person could play and she was fairly certain she knew a good answer to the question just posed. As the vial flew through the air, Jess dropped her grip on Xell's legs, leaping nimbly up, with the agility inherent to a squirrel, to catch the vial. Then, the moment her toes touched the ground again, she turned and smoothy handed vial and syringe to Fleur.

"Contractual clause 6, paragraph 12, sub-section 2.. point B, I think!" She told Fleur in cheerful, sunny tones. She paused a bit, just enough to observe Fleur's reaction, before then elaborating further, making it clear she was quoting from the rulebook for SEO personnel.

"'Any person or persons participating in the medical trials must be carefully monitored for the duration of said trial'". She intoned, looking around at the others present before continuing: "'Any person or persons, suffering an adverse reaction to company-supplied and controlled substances, whether self-administered or administered by medical personnel, must be immediately examined and treated by medical personnel- any violation of this rule may be considered a basis for dismissal by the company of the violator of said rule'". Jess looked to Fleur, her gaze level even as she kept her voice to it's usual upbeat tone.

"Sorry sweetie, looks like it's gonna have to be you that wakes up Prince Charming!" she chirped, "only, none of the rest of us are medics, as far as I can tell and the rules say medical staff only, so it kinda falls to you by default! Wouldn't wanna go throwing the rules out right in front of the Director after all- that'd be a real bad idea!"

Her piece said, Uthaleia waited to see what reaction this would bring from the others, gently picking up Xell's feet again as she did so. She was careful to observe all the others present, but her attention particularly focused upon the Director and Fleur... then she spotted Zach, seated further back in the lofty chamber. Giving him her best sunny smile and a friendly wave, she called over to him in Jess's most radiant tones:

"Hi again Zachy! I didn't think you'd be here too- it's so sweet of you to drop by for moral support!" Having said that, Uthaleia then watched to see what reaction her words and actions would bring forth- from the Director or anyone else.

SEO Headoffice Hallway

Everyone’s eyes followed the vile sailing through the air. A jade mist trailing in the wake. A synchronised blink when the container was deftly retrieved by Jessamine who made the enterprise seem quite effortless.
Julien simply smiled at the unfolded events.

“Jess, please just go drown yourself!” Zach hollered across the hallway. Eyes averting in case he got a stern telling off by his master.
Fleur’s eyes widened whilst her pupils constricted. Like a rabbit facing the headlights. She reluctantly accepted the vile. Lip quivering as she tried to contain her anxiety and heartbeat galloping at 280bpm.

“Dgeeze don’t drop it!” A familiar voice remarked snidely.
The vile slipped out of the rabbit’s sweaty hands like a bad soap, before she promptly caught it again. Breathing a sigh of relief.

“Girl... you’ve got the shakes REAL bad!” Athena continued. Hands on her hips as tapped her foot impatiently.
Rey bit his lower lip. Attempting to have a look at the Director only to find his eyes unable to make contact. He shoved his hands in his pockets, whilst turning to look at both Xell who was still face down on the floor. And then Fleur who was still holding the vile with trepidations.

‘This has got really complicated... all I want to do is art... why am I here?’ He looked from side to side, before biting his nails.

‘Get a hold of yourself. Surely this can be solved amicably.’ He thought with a deep breath.
Raising a finger, he finally found it within himself to speak.

“Please... I don’t want him to die...” he blurted out in uneven doses “he’s just... just Xell. The office guy. Trying to make ends meet. Complying with rules and regulations.”

“Please can we just find a safe way to wake him up?” He regarded the vile with reservations before continuing.

“He’s never done any harm to anyone,” he looked at each and every one individual. From Zach, he simply got an indifferent look look. From Crispin, a shrug of the shoulders. As if to gesture the notion ‘sure, whatever you say.’ Athena’s look was unsurprisingly, that of a scowl as she sized Rey up and down. All Fleur could offer was a vacant nod. Jessamine beamed with a valiant smile, which was perhaps the kindest gesture he had received for a while. At least someone was humane in this group.

The Director, on the other hand… left Rey’s eyes practically chained to the ground. He couldn’t tell whether it was in his head or not, but the presence of this ominous being almost felt like he was a lamb in a slaughterhouse.
Distant dull tones resounding in the air which did little to calm his breathing rate.

“You didn’t think to ask for my opinion?” The silence was broken. A voice with low octaves that was formal but sinister. Belonging to the Director.

Rey gasped. Eyes flitting up and down as if he was sticking his hand in fire. The red eyes were flaring with colours alternating between burning cinders and a drowning sea of bleeding souls.

“All actions have a consequence my dear boy. Why do you think you’re all here?” The Director opened up his palms in a summoning manner which was to address the cohort. Eyes circling the parameters whilst he spoke.

Crispin rubbed his eyes and pushed his head forwards- having to have a double take. In the right palm was another eye embedded in the boss’s skin. Sclera completely crimson red with a cat or snake like iris. Crispin retracted his head and gritted his teeth as the eye appeared to call his bluff and stare back at him.

“Seems your silence says it all,” Julien feigned a facepalm. The smile giving away that he wasn’t expecting one in the first place.
He looked up again. His jovial mood fleeting as a crushing look of murder caused his eyes to constrict.

“Ms Thompson, you’re left handed, aren’t you?” He asked, now adopting a formal tone.
Fleur looked up again, eyes widening beyond their limit.

“...no... no I’m right sir...” she reluctantly held up her right hand. Vile secured in her left.
Before she could elaborate, an all mighty crack followed by the tearing of organic tissues could be heard as Julien raised a claw and slashed the air. His eyes flashing like thunder before glowing an ominous red. The former chesire cat grin was replaced by a merciless frown on his face.

Julien’s pantomime tearing notion was synchronised with the shearing of flesh from Fleur’s right shoulder. Grinding and twisting of cartilage and trabeculae bone could be heard as each ligament was torn asunder.
Sparks of paralysis shot up her central nervous system as the arm plummeted limply and hung from its socket.
A flesh wound was left deep enough to cut through the shoulder bone joint but not enough to pierce the skin padding on the other side. Crimson blood pooling out onto her torso.
Concealing her cries, she bit her lower lip to the point where that, too, bled. Her knees buckled as she whimpered with tears streaming down her cheeks. Vile gently rolling out of her hand against the marble.

“Oh my... just stop!” Robyn jumped over to catch Fleur before she fainted. Falling down on his knees as he supported the rabbit and cradled her. Eyes tightly shut with his back turned to the cohort. His body acting like a human shield.
Fleur’s eyes opened and closed. A slight wooziness causing her peripheral vision to become blurry and static. She could see pairs of eyes peering from above her. Belonging to Athena and Jessamine.

“... is... is it bad?” She turned to ask Robyn with a nervous laugh. As if clinging to some hope.
The rabbit could see the inky crimson start to well up upon Rey’s white shirt. Despite the harsh lights of magenta and violet enshrouding them.

The bleak dull tones of ambience continued in the air. Like the sinister wind turning an organic fan.
Athena looked away and folded her arms.
“... honey... just don’t look...”

The somber Director relaxed his arms before shaking them out. As if to dust himself. The purple hues dimming a bit to cast the room into further darkness.

“Stupid girl, if you’re right handed, why are you holding the vile in your left hand?” He raised his head with interest “unless, of course, you saw this coming and tried to trick me. Knowing you’re going to need your dominant and reliable hand for the future endeavours. In which case, bravo. I commend you.”

The purple beast turned to look at Jessamine. Expression unreadable as he studied her cautiously.

“You caught it, you own it.”

“It’s ok, I won’t dismiss you. Yet…” he reassured with an evil snigger.

“Mr. Ocelot. You’ve experienced adverse drug reactions,” Julien turned to look at the cat. His 3rd eye held out with splayed fingers which eyed him vigilantly. The tall beast paced up and down whilst dictating the scenario “our colleague here took Pill X this morning issued by Mr. Maynard. It was meant to keep him focused but instead, instilled high levels of anxiety. Mr. Weaver also, in fact, had a stash of his own drugs and took one of those this morning. Let’s call it pill Y.”

The devil reached one end of the room. Turning over his shoulder as if to make sure the candidates were still listening.

“Mr. Weaver appeared to exhibit some unhinged behaviour towards a request given by Ms. Thompson this morning and was then, injected with serum Z. He passes out, and has still not woken up. A stranger such as me, tells you to try serum A to revive him.” His eyes turned away and a smile could be seen on his side profile.

“Are you going to listen to me or take a different path?” he had his back turned.

“You’ve got 7 minutes to decide.”

Just when Crispin felt he was finally getting the upper hand on getting Zach ol’boy to talk, he felt himself disabled. Curiously hovering. Disabled, but not in pain – and not in the best position to react either, as if his limbs suddenly croaked. The easiest way to shut a cat down. But what exactly was holding him up back there??

And before he knew it – plop! Right back on his ass. Ouch.

But what hurt more was seeing Zach cower in fear like that. ‘guy could be a dick, sure, but never did Crispin think this reaction was even possible from him. He rubbed his arms uncomfortably as he watched Zach return to his seat as ordered.

And then the others he had interacted with earlier today had shown up suddenly, with Xell knocked out. This was some crazy shit.

Was this the CEO? Mr. Julien certainly had the demeanor for it. As big into commentating as Crispin usually was, this time he worked to keep his mouth shut.

He pondered for a bit whether Zach was trying to con some information out of him under Julien’s command. Especially after seeing this reaction from him. But man, all Julien had to do was ask him himself if that were the case. So maybe Zach was just trying to be friendly?

Then things suddenly went loud. “Jess please just go drown yourself!”
Yeah, Crispin couldn’t hide a slight snicker. Good to see the dog’s back. Had to find some silver lining in this mess.

Especially considering what was going on – i.e. what Crispin would’ve called a bipolar temper tantrum, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was about to pee himself.

”Mr. Ocelot.”

Oh GOD, not me! …oh, phew, okay, he’s just monologuing.

It was then Crispin learned that he must’ve taken Xell’s medication to react as poorly as he did before making it to this room.

He didn’t really know the guy, Xell – but everyone else was tossing up excuses or being too puss to do anything about his sitch. Considering the crazy kaleidoscopes of colors engulfing this room, among everything else going on, Crispin was assured anything could happen in those seven minutes. They could all get fired. Julien could administer the same shot to all of them. They could all take injuries the same way bunny-girl did. Or Xell could die. Or they could all die.

Crispin loudly scratched the back of his head as he rose from his seat, nearly knocking his chair over in the process. Well, if he was going to be fired for breaking some law that Jessamine described, he’d take that shot. Beats waiting around trying not to puke. Or die.

“All right, all right, fine. Gimme the thing. I’ll do it.”

Taking a deep breath, he moved to where Xell lied with unusually firm steps. A young man definitely facing an uncomfortable situation head on.

He shuffled the syringe in his hands before firmly gripping it with his right. He was ambidextrous, but didn’t want Julien slicing him up for holding it in the wrong hand too. He looked to the injured Fleur, cringed for a moment, and – “Here it goes!” – jabbed the needle directly into Xell’s shoulder.

He hoped to whatever gods were watching that someone would take care of the gal next to him. He was a chef, not a medic. He knew first aid, but not enough to stop someone from bleeding to death! Maybe this would placate that psychopath CEO??

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SEO Headoffice Hallway

Zach’s expression cast a shadow of ‘gritted teeth’ as he watched Crispin draw the syringe deftly, before plunging the vessel within Xell’s arm. All reservations and deliberations cast aside from Top Cat himself.
All this time, his eyes flitting from his CEO master- to the drug administering feline and the fallen dragon.
He hadn’t seen his face or heard any discussion from him since the arrival of Julien. However, more the lack of a reaction made him wonder…
Could he have felt sympathy earlier?

“Sure… I mean… fuck it,” Zach laughed incredulously “what else could go wrong?”
Dismissing all pretentious thought processes aside.
The dog attempted to uphold an expression of resignation. Eventually relinquishing the upkeep as his eyes fell upon the rabbit casualty. Concern afloat the reflection across his eyes. Albeit very brief before his face turned cold.

“A form of ‘what fors’ for Kapinksy?” Zach sneered under his breath.

“Maybe.” The CEO pressed a finger against his lips. 3rd eye glaring at the surroundings during the arm swoop as a red flare followed its wake.

Crispin’s composed but stern face had a brief ripple effect of a frown.
“I wasn’t aware of any Russians amongst the workforce,” he muttered, something to fill the void as the eyes of the gathering weighed heavy.

This whole time Rié found her vision distorting and refocusing. Slight sparking emanating from her arm whilst the blood continued to pool onto the floor.

“Please... just hang in there.” Rey continued to implore. Supporting her face with both hands as his face would blur, split and distort before her eyes.
The words falling through disjointed tones and tempo upon the bunny’s ears.

“We... we better bandage her up...” Athena announced reluctantly. Eyes lowly upon Xell, before drifting to the fading Rié. All the while her sights averting the towering CEO who just continued to... watch. Like the ominous big brother eye.

The vulpine jammed her hand into a pocket. Retrieving some pills from earlier. Fuchsia pink lights wavering over their round and elongated forms.

“Will at least keep her alert...” she walked over to the bunny, kneeled down and placed one onto her tongue. Waiting for her to down it. She couldn't imagine how bad it would taste without any water. Naturally, she could offer her a different beverage that wasn't entirely water per say. But she felt the CEO had seen enough already.
Athena nodded towards Rey, before hopping towards the side in a joint effort to elevate Rié. Stumbling, the nurse's arm gave off a loud clunky jerk as it rolled within its socket.
A pool of crimson and black serum splashing across Athena’s tank top.

“This isn’t helping the blood flow... damnit! Can someone at least give me their shirt or something?!” She glared down at the spill with a mixture of disgruntlement and helplessness. Wild eyes speculating the room for any volunteers.

“That should come easy to you,” a morbid laugh was heard. Belonging to Zach.
“I mean, you did come into work wearing anything BUT 2 pieces of clothing?”

The fennec looked at the dog square in the eyes. A mixture of anger and bewilderment etched on her face.

“Cast your dignity aside to save a life,” Julien followed on “would’ve never have had a better cause for it.”

“Am I right?” The devil deliberated the rhetorical question himself. Tone absent of encouragement. Rather, his taunt indicating that he was aware of her defiled double life.

“After all. This is what these games will be all about.” A 3rd Mastermind’s voice resounded. Tone far more composed, but insidiously calculating vs the CEO.

This caused the gathering to cast their attention towards a tall coral coloured figure. Cool monochromed lights draping his figure as he could be seen sitting upon a lone window sill within the vicinity. Back leaning against a windowless facade. If one could analyse the wall well enough, they’d see it was completely bricked off and void.

Smoke dissipated from a cigarette being balanced between Aleksei’s deft fingers belonging to the tribal tattooed forearm. The rest of his profile almost mimicked that of an athletic youth from the 1980s with his side parting and leather jacket attire. A look out of place in the context of today's world.

“...am ... am I in heaven?” A lulled voice could be heard. Faint and delirious as Rié could feel her eyes spinning. Her spinning head abruptly stopped as her eyes fell upon Jessamine.

“You...!” She staggered forwards forcefully out of Rey and Athena’s support. Earning them confused looks as they exchanged looks, before walking after the staggering nurse cautiously.
The purple rabbit held herself upright before completely tumbling towards the squirrel.

“You told me to stop worrying... worrying my little... or big... big bunny ears or... something...!!!” she coughed up blood, which splattered across the marble floors with fine splinters cascading from the periphery of the spill. Light reflecting off its surface.

“Well... look at what happened. It’s rather detrimental... don’t you think?!” She hacked again. This time forcing the mass down he throat with a hard swallow which left an acrid taste behind.
She gathered enough strength to glare at the office girl.

“Well...” Fleur strained her voice. A wave of resentment washing over her eyes as they momentarily turned red.

“Strip then.”
Abruptly, she buckled down to the floor on her knees. One hand upon a cold slated tile as she used the accessory muscles from her ribcage to breathe. A piercing wheeze through each long and drawn out breath.

Silence weighed upon the group. Eclectic synthetic lights resuming the state of what almost represented a decaying underworld. Foreboding magentas and former violet overtones being draped by an inky cerulean atmosphere with spore like wisps floating within the air.

Aleksei looked on. A frown on his face as he flickered some ash off the cigarette and took a long drag.

Xell stirred somewhat. A strained groan as his eye lids lifted morbidly. The scenery around him momentary crosshatched as his irises strained to focus to the environment he was in.

“My arm...” he grumbled. A dull and pressured ache resounding about a punctured wound in his shoulder.
He abruptly rolled his body to one side. A nervous scramble as he stood up but swayed from side momentarily.
Turning to see Crispin with the syringe.

Before he could commit any thought to question, his eyes darted towards a trail of blood.
Scattered and wavered across the tiles. Disjointed sprues and inconsistencies about the flow.
Despite the dimmed lights, it wasn't hard to scrutinise what else the fluid mass could possibly be.
He turned to look at Jess who was standing before a kneeled nurse.
One arm limp and disjointed with the socket flowered out with flesh and other ligaments.
His eyes went onto fall abruptly upon Rey and Athena. Blood entrenching their tops.
Followed by Jessamine- who was clean.

“Maybe you’ll take off your shirt. Sleeping beauty?” Zach joked. Earning a headtilt of confusion from Xell.

“But then... seems our nurse would rather have some ‘other’ moral support.” Zach cooed. Before turning to the dainty red squirrel “am I right?” He drawled. Pressing his hands together in a steeple like position. Waiting to see what would happen next.

The dragon turned to the cat. Once again eyeing the syringe briefly. Concerns of the rest of the picture, however, more pressing.
“Care to explain...” he whispered to the feline. Slight nod gestured towards the scenery with a hushed tone.

SEO Head Office Hallway

As the scene unfolded around her, Uthaleia kept a quiet eye on their surroundings. It was true that the sudden and violent injury done to Rie threatened severe blood-loss and the loss of a limb, to say nothing of the pain it surely brought, but for the present there was little Uthaleia could do about that, especially since Athena and Ray together seemed determined to offer what help they could. Without appearing to be observing anything much, except perhaps the scene in front of her or some ditzy imaginings the others present might expect of Jess, Uthaleia considered the presiding authorities present:

Firstly and- insofar as Uthaleia could tell- most importantly, there was Julien Summerfield. Whether the others had seen it or not, she had spotted the third eye in the palm of one hand. That, connected with a seemingly icey calm disposition- yet one that could break ito violent action completely out of the blue- and the fact that he appeared to wield powers beyond the natural made him a major concern. What escalated his threat-level further though, was that Uthaleia could tell he was intelligent.. clever, manipulative, cunning and utterly ruthless; completely lacking in remorse. A more dangerous individual to grant power and authority to would be hard to imagine. Having considered Julien, Uthaleia then considered the next of three.

Zach might, by virtue of the seat he had taken, be considered one of three in charge here, but the interactions between himself and the others made two things clear: He was a sub-ordinate here, thrall to the will of Julien's master status. Secondly; he was afraid- he knew that the ire of Julien could as readily be turned upon him, with no less cold-blooded savagery than had been exacted upon Rie. That potentially made Zach more dangerous than he might seem... an underling, thrall to the dictates of a merciless and cruel master, tends to become no less a tyrant in minature than their master after all.

Finally there was the new arrival... who had, if Uthaleia's eyes hadn't deceived her, entered the hallway where there was no entrance to come in by. What his name was she couldn't be certain, but there were two things that struck her in particular: One was that, despite the aqua colour they now possessed, Uthaleia was certain she had glimpsed, briefly, a flare of vivd green in his eyes... a colour very much like the intense neon-green her own eyes were when she wore her true shape. Secondly, her sensitivity to changes in ambient energy in the atmosphere told her that, like Julien, this individual too, was powerful and dangerous. If appearence was anything to go by, perhaps he was of a more sanguine disposition that Julien Summerfield... but, perhaps that was like comparing differences between a sickle and a scythe- in the end, both were bladed, both were dangerous and both would reap their targets. This newest arrival had hinted, by the words he had spoken, that what had happeend was but the opening act in some form of game... or games. What games might be lined up Uthaleia wasn't certain but, if this was a demonstration of their essential nature, she was already certain she didn't care for them. Even as she surreptitiously kept the trinity of trouble under scrutiny, the focus of her attention was drawn back to the group around her again.

“You...!” Rie exclaimed as she staggered forwards forcefully out of Rey and Athena’s support, earning an exchange of confused looks, before they walked after the staggering nurse cautiously.
The purple rabbit held herself upright before completely tumbling towards the squirrel.

“You told me to stop worrying... worrying my little... or big... big bunny ears or... something...!!!” she coughed up blood, which splattered across the marble floors with fine splinters cascading from the periphery of the spill. Light reflecting off its surface.

“Well... look at what happened. It’s rather detrimental... don’t you think?!” She hacked again. This time forcing the mass down her throat with a hard swallow which left an acrid taste behind.
She gathered enough strength to glare at the office girl.

“Well...” Fleur strained her voice. A wave of resentment washing over her eyes as they momentarily turned red.

“Strip then.”
Abruptly, she buckled down to the floor on her knees. One hand upon a cold slated tile as she used the accessory muscles from her ribcage to breathe. A piercing wheeze through each long and drawn out breath.

Before Uthaleia could respond to that, Xell came to, earning himself the nickname of 'Sleeping Beauty' from Zach, before the canine turned his attention towards her, suggesting Rie might prefer other 'moral' support, before steepling his fingers as he waited to see what she would do. Sparing a moment to genuinely wonder how Zach believed he appeared in this moment versus the reality, Uthaleia gave him a smile as she spoke in Jess's most sparkling an positive tones.

"Why Zaaaacchhy..," she cooed, drawing the name out, "I thought you were busy watching the surveillance stuff or reading your newspaper at that big ol' desk of yours! What've you been watching to make you think of stuff like that? I'd have kept it quiet myself- letting slip you've been viewing adult content on the sly at work, whilst sharing breathing-space with the Director? Seems like a bit of a bit of a faux-pas to me hun don'cha know? Especially looking so eager about it too!" having duly addressed Zach, Uthaleia then turned her attention to Rie, sliding into a crouch on the balls of her feet, so that she was eye-to-eye with the injured bunny-girl, unbuttoning and removing her jacket as she did so.

"Hope you don't mind me turning down your request for more honey-bunny," she said, laying her jacket aside whilst removing her shirt, "but if anyone else here's gonna end up with body-piercings to match yours, I'm gonna need the rest for extra bandages- can't give 'em all away in one go!"

With those words spoken, Jess removed her shirt, revealing a lime-coloured vest underneath, as she deftly tore the garment into strips, before applying the strips to Rie's injury. As she did so, she continued to chatter to Rie, her tone more hushed than usual as befitted the dire conditon the girl was in, and with genuine concern present in it, but no less sunny than usual.

"If'n I remember right sweetie," she informed Rie, "what I said was that if you're not the cutest thing in the world I don't know what is, and that you oughta relax a little more and use those big beautiful ears of yours a little better. I stand by that first one," she told Rie, "and even if it seems silly to you, relaxin' as much as you can is gonna be good for you now. You're the med after all, you know how important it is to keep a patient calm and relaxed. Not gonna lie, ain't sure how much good my shirt's gonna do ya, but if it helps you keep it together honey-bunny, and keeps that red stuff where it's supposed to be, you're welcome to it!"

As she spoke and fastened strips of her shirt into place, Uthaleia used the actions, and her chatter as Jess to carefully mask what else she was doing. By careful use of her ergo-kinesis, she could energise and augment the vitality of a person's immune system and their capacity to recuperate from illness or injury. With a little subtle influence, she could insure a body healed quicky and correctly. She couldn't simply cause the arm to pop right back into place as good as new of course... not at the moment anyway... but her actions would insure the arm went a long way towards healing well in a short time- to say nothing of the relief from pain it would grant Rie. As she checked the make-shift bandages over to make sure the wound was staunched as well as possible, Uthaleia continued her chatter as Jess to Rie.

"I can understand you going off at me there earlier sweetie," she enlightened Rie in Jess's sunny tones, "I mean, 'tween having to round us all up, go kung-fu on Xelly and then get this for your efforts, I can see that being a bad day". As she cheked the bandages over one final time, Uthaleia leaned closer and, in the process whispered into the bunny-girl's ear words so softly spoken only Rie would hear them.

"That all being the case though cutie," she whispered in the tone of someone honestly posing a question out of simple curiosity, "I gotta ask you: what'd your mentor think of you if he could see you wilfully hatin' on someone that only ever wished you good?" The question asked, Uthaleia finished checking the make-shift bandages, before sliding her jacket back on again as she rose to her feet.

"Think I've done about all I can for the poor sweetheart," she informed the others, "not sure how much good that is, but it's better than nothing right?" Even as she spoke the words, Uthaleia was carefully observing everyone in the room, gauging reactions. That Rie had, or once had a mentor, had been a guess based on certain observations: Such sadness as was regularly evident in her eyes, in combination with the moves she possessed, spoke of grief and training... and whilst one could have grown independent of the other, given the girl's seeming lack of self-confidence and perhaps trust in herself suggested, to Uthaleia at least, that she had-or once had- someone in the past whom she trusted completely. As for the others, Uthaleia wondered who would respond first to her tending Rie- those she'd arrived with or those here with the CEO?

The dragon turned to the cat. Once again eyeing the syringe briefly. Concerns of the rest of the picture, however, more pressing.
“Care to explain...” he whispered to the feline. Slight nod gestured towards the scenery with a hushed tone.

For someone new to the game, Xell was taking in the sights pretty well. Then again, almost dying may have something to do with it.

Crispin inhaled deeply - to keep calm and knock the stuttering out of his breath. He was very animated with his hands as he described the sitch to Xell: "Ahem. Hi. So. Apparently you were knocked out, for whatever reason. THAT guy said THIS thing could wake you up, but everyone pussed out of using it - so I bit the bullet."

Good enough, right? "Also, you don't know these two"--he hesitated, don't say anything that can get you killed!!--"uhhm... guys there, do you? Cuz if not, lucky me, we're on the same boat." As for Fleur's injury, he was sure whatever Xell could think of that happened was probably accurate. He didn't feel like recounting that one. Or explaining that this new guy can phase through walls. All things considered, that was probably the least creepy fact in this room.

Truth be told, the Ocelot was both relieved that the attention was off him, but deeply disturbed that it was now on the ladies.

"Strip then." - Well this got dark. You know... darker than it was five minutes ago.

As much as Crispin would've loved to step in and offer his coat, his buckling knees prevented him from leaving Xell's side. Plus apparently this had something to do with dignity among the women, which he didn't want to "interrupt," given what these two crazy asshats are capable of based on this nightmarish room. Thankfully squirrely-girly decided to take the L on this one, though her taunts towards Zach seemed a bit... unprompted. Zach seemed just about as scared of this situation as the rest of them. But perhaps she noticed a pattern Crispin had not?