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@AThousandCurses@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode

WINGRAM CLINIC


"Winds out of my sails, you all came directly from the tower?!"

The receptionist would recoil in horror seeing the wounded, exhausted group suddenly entering, setting his Adapa aside a moment to move over to them. The mannekin would react on instinct to the emerge of sudden essences with the preparation of rifles, quick head turns towards the new arrivals, and then a return to their regularly programmed guard duty. At the very least, the measures taken were enough to avoid a firing squad on one specific member of their party - for now. The receptionist shuddered at the reactions of the clockwork soldiers, but nevertheless moved to gently retrieve Davil. He'd nod towards Chunji gingerly, uttering, "At least you're composed enough to speak in such a calm- OH GOOD GOD."

The receptionist stumbled back a step as Chunji toppled over, almost dropping Davil. He'd summon the clinic Adapa to his side and scream into it, "DOCTOR KANN?! DOCTOR KANN!" A moment later, rapid paces from behind the doorway leading to the treatment rooms would approach, and a rather scrawny looking dwarven man in a white coat would burst out. He'd take one look at the group and sweat, clenching his teeth as he rushed towards Chunji's body with a panic. Withdrawing a crimson potion with all the shakiness of a caffeinated rabbit, he would cram it into Chunji's mouth unceremoniously - and only after another moment realized his mistake, shouting out a cuss instantly in reaction.

"Shit! I didn't uncork it! Uhhhh, sorry, buddy, one sec...!"

Pulling it out of Chunji's mouth, he would flick the cork off the potion and once more desperately cram it into Chunji's mouth, successfully healing the boy enough to where he at least won't bleed out. He'd then quickly sling Chunji over his shoulder and begin moving towards the door he entered in from, encouraging the group to follow. The receptionist would nod as well, following along with Davil in his arms. "Doctor Kann is one of our best practitioners here, studied right under Doctor Sylv herself! Though she's busy right now, so we need to make do with what we have," the receptionist would explain anxiously, following the dwarven doctor into the halls.

Were the party to follow, they would arrive in a room not too far from the waiting room, which was more spacious than the private treatment rooms - naturally, at the cost of that very privacy, with nothing more than thin curtains obscuring each of the four beds within. Kann would be muttering, "I can't believe they're bleeding so much, oh lord, this is horrendous. I should've just taken the internship at Strigari, guhhhhh..."

The receptionist would set Davil down on a bed, then give a brief nod to the rest of the group. "I need to stay in the front, but let me know if there's anything else you need! Until this matter is fully settled, I can't allow myself to stray. Doctor Kann will assist all of you, so I leave you in his care!" With that, assuming nothing stopped him, the receptionist would walk out; rubbing the sweat off his forehead and looking down at the blood on his clothes.

Meanwhile, Kann would stride over to Davil and begin casting various stabilizing and healing based spells. In between his first and second cast of a basic Astrite 'Heal' incantation, he would look to Otis who appeared the most able, and pointed towards a cabinet next to Chunji. "Healing potions're in there if any of you need some, owl. Emotional extracts too, if he's nama-deficient; which, based on how his face looks, I gotta assume he is! We've got conceptual extracts locked somewhere too, but I ain't got permission for that without Doctor Sylv's say-so. She runs a tight ship, unfortunately, but that's why I'm here. If anyone can handle this, I Kann!"

Inexplicably, near the corner of the room, what could only be described as a gargoyle given flesh and scales sat perched on top of the vacant bed across from Chunji. It stared across those within the room with a little grin, but otherwise stayed silent - the only reason to believe it was living at all being its slow blinks and the small chuckles escaping from it occasionally. It wasn't clear how long it was there, but it certainly was now. Those who held eye contact with it as it scanned the room would begin to slowly but surely feel their more superficial wounds close up, for seemingly no reason at all.
Done!
Realized that a lot of what's going on with the party proper doesn't involve much in the way for me, so it's a shorter one on that end this round!

@ERode just for timeline clarity, the POV cut of the cathedral fight would be towards the end of your next post, rather than the start of it. Basically, everything written about the cathedral fight up to that point plays out during this round of posts.
@ERode

IRIS RECORD, 3F, CATHEDRAL




The fight within the conjured cathedral, beheld only through Otis' screen, continued on. The orb of gravity gained in speed, but not fast enough to pursue its intended target with the haste it needed. Nicole raised a brow towards the Umbralist, staff trained on him, taking up a firm stance as if anticipating recoil on her next cast. Beforehand, however, a scoff escaped her. "Surely the upkeep on that spell is not worth what it now offers you. Why continue it?"

The Umbralist's head turned to the side, and then towards the orb. With a severing motion of his hand, the orb dissipated, and the remaining lead trapped within slammed into the cathedral ground as useless, discarded rubble. The haze under the hood prevented any estimation of a facial expression, but that void simply stared towards the Undermage with a lingering that could only be assumed to be wrath. Even still, he didn't respond, apart from to tighten the shaky grip around his dagger as Iraleth's light suppressed the encroaching dark.

"I can only imagine the chain of command you had to slither up to plan this, such that it would align with the chaos of an arena bout. And for what?" Nicole would question this while flames began gathering at the end of her staff. "The death of one boy? No true Umbralist remnant would reveal themselves for such a trivial thing, even were it for an Ethos user. Either it was for some grander purpose, or... you are not quite who you assert yourself to be."

Fire spiraled in a crackling sphere around the staff in her right hand. The Umbralist crouched low in an instant, extending his free hand as multiple blasts of shadow hurtled towards Nicole. In response, the pages of the tome in her left hand fluttered as she simply uttered, "Shield Array," and a wall of phantasmal heater shields materialized in front of her. Not one bolt pierced the defense as she smirked, her face painted with condescension. The Umbralist took a stomping step backwards in hesitation, fear coursing through his body. "A twincaster?!"

Nicole's left eye opened as her grin spread ear to ear. It was an unremarkable grey, but in the next blink, a flash of gold spread across the cathedral emanating from it. It was as if a sun resided in that eye for a moment, and it stared right through the cultist before her. "A mystery that you will perish with. Rebound nearly reached, yes? I suppose that means your essence was not saved purely for this battle. A shame."

It was as if the Umbralist had slowed after the flash of gold, and the flames circulating around Nicole's staff had reached a blinding high. "Ms. Kyrios informed me that conventional assault will not work, and judging by the Revolver Shadow at your feet, that is true. Though that is only true so long as the shadows remain."

The Umbralist dropped his dagger and desperately raised his arms in a cross guard, his Personal Barrier becoming reinforced beyond reasonable limits, as if realizing something. But he'd only realized it too late as Nicole circled her staff and opened her mouth to speak the incantation.

"Fireball."

Wrath incarnate shot from the staff towards the Umbralist, flames potent enough to turn the target to ash. However, it became apparent quickly that the fireball wasn't heading towards the cultist - rather, it was shot at an angle such that it was curving and spiraling upwards towards the light that Iraleth had created within the cathedral. As this happened, Nicole dashed towards the Umbralist, two more fireballs conjuring rapidly atop her staff and tome respectively. At the midway point towards him, the initial fireball impacted with Iraleth's light; and the Undermage's expression once more returned to a place of cold neutrality.

"I will end you instantly in a world without shadows."

As flame and light met, the view of the camera went entirely blank, engulfed in an explosion of light so blinding as to paralyze any who relied on sight. Soon after, the feed would cut entirely on Nicole's side; and by extension, Otis' perspective on the remainder of the fight.




@AThousandCurses@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode

IRIS RECORD 3F


The darkness of the halls was beginning to fade. If it was brought upon by the Umbralist's pull over this place through the cathedral, it was a clear sign as any that said pull was loosening. The fluorescent lighting of the ceiling continued to remain off, and the cameras continued to malfunction, but the dark was not so oppressive any longer, and one might move at a normal pace through it now without struggle; apart from, of course, the struggle of battle. As that was noted by those present, footsteps could be heard stomping from further down, and the shouting of various people. "Advance," some of them would shout, pushing through their own fear, some clearly out for blood. They had their targets, and were they to run across them, there would be no mercy nor words. As the blood of allies stained the walls and floor of the Iris Record, it was only blood in return that would satisfy the masses who guarded this place. Terror and trauma had given way to rage, and it would soon be upon the third floor.

The hatred was almost tangible. Davil stabilized as he was worked upon, though he had fully lost consciousness by now. He wouldn't last for very long without proper treatment, but it was enough to ensure he'd make it through the next five minutes at least, assuming he were treated with care while moved. In a mutter before his eyes fully closed, mind cloudy from drugs and magic, he had simply uttered, "S-Sorry..."

Were Otis to check in about the state of the clinic, he would see a few students within the waiting room, huddling in corners or readying weapons in defense. The receptionist tapped away desperately at the establishment's Adapa, and mannekin stood on guard - presumably out into the halls and exterior of the building as well, but definitely at attention in the waiting room and near the entrance most prominently. It was clear that warnings had been sent out by now, and even cafeteria and transporter mannekin were being armed with some level of consideration for the situation. They were clearly given their orders, and now moved and scanned with mechanical efficiency.

It wasn't likely that these mannekin would attack suddenly if registered students entered, even via teleportation; unless, of course, one of those students was their target. Their usual crossbows, spears and cooking equipment were replaced by clockwork rifles, and they would wield those against designated threats with ruthless efficiency.
Sorry, been busy for a few days! I can try to get the next round up tomorrow.

@AThousandCurses The main difference between potions and medicine would be whether spellcasting or rituals were involved in some way in the creation; alchemists and by extension the alchemy they practice are especially desired due to alchemy's tendency to produce both kinds of restoratives. So in theory, a potion could be boosted by opioids while still being considered more potion than medicine.
Yep, that's fine! @Estylwen
Yep, you could do another post. Though I'd like for Iraleth and Otis to have an opportunity to act before that, in case their actions alter anything you might say or do.

As for Davil's current condition, it's not looking great. He's bleeding from the stomach, and appears to also be somewhat spasming and on the verge of throwing up from prolonged exposure to a leyline overcharge - if that cathedral truly was one - without a barrier raised. He'd still be conscious, but words wouldn't be leaving his mouth easily at this point. With a focused analysis of his current essence, it would also be clear that he'd be at rebound if he did anything more, meaning any attempts of his to fend off his own wounds with manipulation or magic would only damage him further.
I would say it would be fair that it would, yeah.
@AThousandCurses@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark

IRIS RECORD, 3F, CATHEDRAL


The Umbralist hissed as the shield slammed against him, his body left wide open with the impact of solid steel against him. It left him vulnerable, in that state in which he no doubt saw stars, disoriented with the pain of a blunt object brought upon him with physicality surpassing an ogre. Staggering, he was wide open as Iraleth's sword struck true. Her blade would cleave the man through, and for a moment, that was that. The villain had been defeated, his blood raining upon the cathedral floor as the paladin stood proud above him. Were he a regular vagrant, that would have proven sufficient.

"Ethos are... truly troublesome things," his voice would ring out from behind Iraleth, the slashed body bursting apart into solid spikes of darkness that hurtled towards the paladin.

The Umbralist's shadows would dance and rotate around him, now numbering four. His new body had disconnected from the reptiles, who he now looked upon with arms crossed, disdain in his posture. He seemed to make no effort to save them, devoured in their own ways by Ciara and Chunji. He withdrew a kris dagger from underneath his robes - a ritual knife in many cultures and religions, especially Umbralism - and pointed it towards Iraleth, assuming she was not already skewered by the shadow spikes that launched towards her.

"I could have struck, but that last attack impressed me. That will be your one mercy, Astrite. I will have no more to give. Try it again, and I will run you through with the curse of this dagger. Your cardboard armor would fade to dust, trying to stand against it."

Leveling the blade towards the paladin, his hood would turn towards Ciara's escape, growling. There would be no movement, but an orb of pure force blasted out towards Ciara, honing in on her with the intent to kill. Or rather, the closer it drew, the more apparent it was that the orb was tracking towards Davil instead. The orb could only be described as a moving force with its own gravitational pull, drawing in and crushing anything it came in contact with. It had one target: Davil Wund.

In the midst of all of this, a figure emerged from out of the open cathedral doors, piercing through the shadows. Rushing past Ciara while giving her what could only be described as the most murderous side-eye that a woman with her eyes closed could give, she raised the wooden staff in her right hand and opened the tome in her left. "Windborne catalyst, take form!"

At those words, what appeared to be a solid ball of lead would emerge and intercept the gravity orb, seemingly stopping it in midair. She looked towards Ciara as this happened and nodded. "Leave now, and we will speak of things later, Ventura. Your final judgment is yet to come. Go!"

The orb would continue to move at a turtle's pace through the air towards Ciara and Davil, slowed by the conjured lead that Nicole had summoned, but it was clear that it would not be hindered for long with the rate at which the lead was being crushed. No doubt once it regained its speed, it would continue to pursue them.

With a click of the tongue, the Umbralist's attention turned towards Nicole, though with the kris dagger still pointed in Iraleth's direction as he looked upon the Undermage. For her part, she would shout while the pages of her tome flipped furiously, her staff slamming and cracking the cathedral ground. "Ms. Kyrios, Mr. Yi, I would encourage each of you to leave immediately! This is not a fight for children to partake in."

She would assume a stance of battle, staff pointed towards the Umbralist, who in kind was stretching the tips of his pale, gnarled, wrinkled free hand. The light that peered through the church's windows was fading, and it was clear that the essence of this place would soon take a turn for the worse. The Umbralist would not attempt to halt the escapes of Iraleth or Chunji unless they were to try to attack or hinder him in some way, his attention nearly fully focused upon Nicole. As this standoff transpired, a small projected screen of light was open at the Undermage's right flank, a phantasmal hand typing away on it.




@ERode

IRIS RECORD, 1F, ARENA


As Otis finished sending the message, it would be almost immediately that a response would be delivered across multiple shorter texts, which would read as follows:

"Currently engaging the threat on the third floor."
"Umbralist."
"Leyline Overcharge, or something similar."
"Ventura has left, student in arms."
"Ensure eyes remain on her when she descends."
"Can open up a camera via leylight to view the scene in here. Y/N?"

These texts would each rapid fire near instantly one after another, as if the Undermage were born for instant messaging systems. Were Otis to accept her request, an additional camera would join the others he was viewing, though of a lesser quality. Through it, he would see a first-person view through Nicole's levitating projection screen cast through her leylight. It orbited near her, showing footage of the cathedral and of Iraleth and Chunji, as well as the Umbralist that seemed eager for blood.

The battle would undoubtedly rage on once more in the next few seconds, so it was unclear how long the leylight screen would remain active in the midst of it; for now, though, it would capture footage of the battle should Otis wish to view it.
Alright, feeling better now! I can get a post up later today.
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