@AThousandCurses@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERodeWINGRAM CLINIC
As Otis would send his message to Nicole, he would receive an immediate response in text. It would read, "The recipient could not be found. This is the result of an invalid essence link, a cancellation of Adapa functionality, or the damage or destruction of the recipient's Adapa. In the case of damage, please retry in 24 hours. Thank you!" It was sent in reply quickly enough that it was almost certainly automated to account for such incidents. After receiving this message, Nicole Malthruse's name would receive a '(?)' at the end.
Kann turned to Otis and nodded, gesturing to Davil. "See to it that the boy maintains stability for a few moments. Whatever cut him, conventional methods aren't patching up the results as well as they should be. If I had to speculate, I'd almost say that the concept of stagnation was literally ripped into him. Which would normally be alright, but it's only affecting intake and not discharge; he's leaking essence and blood at the regular rate for an injury of this severity, while taking essence in at a much slower rate in comparison."
The doctor would withdraw a vial from his breast pocket and hand it over to Otis, walking briskly towards the door. "I'm heading to find Doctor Sylv for permission to access the conceptual extracts. If things get bad, that vial is a fleetness extract directly torn from the plane of wind. It'll certainly be enough to bypass the stagnating effect, but it'll go
well beyond that, and the boy could die almost instantly if his prime essence is incompatible. You have my permission for its use if the boy's facing certain death before I return. In the meantime, uh... keep him alive! You've got potions and maybe a bit of healing, eh? Good stuff!"
With that, he would turn back one last time, nodding to the students as if sending them upon a grave task, and vanishing out into the hallway. As he did so, the gargoyle would chuckle as he looked upon the wounded in the room. "Doc's out, and das wot's gon' win y'all's the day, eh? Peachy keeeeeeeen..." It would continue grumbling similar nonsense and chuckling, and the healing effect would continue to all who met its gaze.
In Ciara's mind as she lay there, the high-low voice would again return, chuckling darkly. Ciara felt its presence around her, but could not see it.
"Your end will not be here, Ciara Ventura. I will not let it be in such a place. A demise as grey as this ill befits you."The sound of chittering, frostbitten teeth circled around her in her mind - an image that, whether she was familiar or not, would ingrain itself. Each inhale was heat, and each exhale an avalanche; the breathing of a being that was sustained through means incomprehensible to the living. She would eventually feel the pressure of the presence settle near her, at her side, pressing upon her pillow and by her bedside.
"Through mortal will, you survived the knight, the mage and the dark. Lives ended from your whims, and you gave them no thought. Davil Wund himself was merely a bargaining piece, was he not? You care not for the boy, but for the moralistic satisfaction it brings upon you to save another to rid yourself of the guilt of killing innocents. You are exactly the machine I saw, the steel I sharpened, the rock I carved. You have done well. If any would attempt to end this journey for the duration of your recovery, rest assured, Ciara Ventura..."The pressure on Ciara's bedside would increase, creaking the bedframe - the sounds of pressed fabric and stressed wood echoing through the clinic room. This wasn't merely a delusion in Ciara's head, Iraleth would see the pressing of something heavy yet invisible on the side of Ciara's bed, leaning it to one side and pressing down on a vacant part of Ciara's pillow. Nevertheless, the high-low voice to follow would still only be heard in Ciara's mind, rupturing in her ears with static and distortion, as if in pure rage.
"I̷̮͗͝ ̸͔͍̯͗̆͆̊W̶͉͛͑̚I̴̛̩̐̿̂͆L̷͔̞̾͆̒̈́̇L̵̟̓͒̂͌͠ ̷̢͔̦͎̔Ķ̵̜̲̱̮́I̷̛̗̝͚͗̏̃̉Ļ̵͈̝̱̼̂̀L̷͇̑̉ ̶̢͓̲̻͔̂͋͒͠Ţ̷̥̪̟̺̒̽Ĥ̷̹̞̩̇͋͗Ë̵͖̥̞͇̗M̶̯͋̒̃ ̴̣̘̻̟͆̎̽͊M̵̹̝̓̆͋͐͠Y̴̺̥̿S̷̛͓͔̥͒́͠Ḛ̴̡̘̙̼̄̏L̵̛͜F̸̨͙͎̼́̉̒.̶̡̟͚̽"All at once, the pressure on the bed would release, though the slight cracks in the bedframe would remain, as would the imprint on the sheets and pillow from moments prior.
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