@AThousandCurses If Chunji were to peek in, he'd see Kann speaking with another doctor who is presumably Dr. Sylv, and Chloe would be sitting on the side of an examination bed in a hospital gown.
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The halls of the clinic were oddly quiet - presumably due to whatever remained unresolved within the tower, and the injured had not yet reached this place as a result. Mannekin patrolled primarily, though the additional flesh-and-blood staff did walk through as well. The doctors, nurses and aides of the facility would almost definitely have no direct access to Raja's Adapa for the purpose of contact, and thus for Iraleth, the most likely inquiry within a brisk pace would be the receptionist out front in the waiting room. As for Chunji, he would quickly find a mousy-looking ratfolk with a thick folder nestled between his scrawny arms. He would measure at merely half the boy's height, and looked up at him with an anxious nod. Summoning an Adapa and conjuring forth a holographic layout of the clinic, he would point a finger towards a beeping red dot further away from the front of the building. "T-The doctor's signature appears to be in room S-120... a special care room, if you will. A-A few bends and turns, as you can see, and you'll be good and there, sir," he would sputter out. With a nod, the ratboy would timidly murmur, adjust his glasses, and shuffle past Chunji, heading the opposite direction.
Were Iraleth to head towards the receptionist, she would open the doors to the waiting room to what might be an unexpected sight. There, storming through the front doors on the opposite side, was Raja. In one hand, gnarled nails dug into the shadow imp who dangled there, limp. In the other, a staff brimming with flame, ice and lightning. Her eyes would lock with Iraleth, furious - not at her, but certainly furious. With a lump in her throat and an inferno dancing in her eyes, she would coldly exhale, "I know she rests here. Bring me to the Umbralist."
@Estylwen@ERode
Apart from Otis' tinkering, Ciara's utterances and the gargoyle's chuckles, all was quiet in the room. That was until Davil's lips shifted slowly back and forth, before parting. By all accounts, the boy was clearly unconscious, but a weak exhale escaped him, followed by a sickly groan. "It's not right... it's just not right..."
A faint wind blew around him, as if for a brief moment, a Personal Barrier assembly was attempted. A paper thin disc of wind gathered around his slashed open abdomen - weak enough that even a regular punch could break it - and with a cough, it dissipated. In that brief moment, were Otis still observing Davil's essence makeup, he would have seen a split second shift. The boy's prime essence, though dimming, had pulsed as if in defiance, sending a ripple throughout his body. This halted the advance of the poison, though only for a few seconds.
"Need it... the shield..."
The Wund boy's ramblings would trail off after that, and the poison would again proceed at its usual pace; though it almost appeared as if a portion of it had disappeared when the pulse shook through his body. Wind in the area would once more come to a calm, and any trace of essence manipulation had dispersed as well. From the other side of the room, growling could be heard emitting from the gargoyle, and its eyes were firmly locked on Davil now.
WINGRAM CLINIC, HALLS
The halls of the clinic were oddly quiet - presumably due to whatever remained unresolved within the tower, and the injured had not yet reached this place as a result. Mannekin patrolled primarily, though the additional flesh-and-blood staff did walk through as well. The doctors, nurses and aides of the facility would almost definitely have no direct access to Raja's Adapa for the purpose of contact, and thus for Iraleth, the most likely inquiry within a brisk pace would be the receptionist out front in the waiting room. As for Chunji, he would quickly find a mousy-looking ratfolk with a thick folder nestled between his scrawny arms. He would measure at merely half the boy's height, and looked up at him with an anxious nod. Summoning an Adapa and conjuring forth a holographic layout of the clinic, he would point a finger towards a beeping red dot further away from the front of the building. "T-The doctor's signature appears to be in room S-120... a special care room, if you will. A-A few bends and turns, as you can see, and you'll be good and there, sir," he would sputter out. With a nod, the ratboy would timidly murmur, adjust his glasses, and shuffle past Chunji, heading the opposite direction.
Were Iraleth to head towards the receptionist, she would open the doors to the waiting room to what might be an unexpected sight. There, storming through the front doors on the opposite side, was Raja. In one hand, gnarled nails dug into the shadow imp who dangled there, limp. In the other, a staff brimming with flame, ice and lightning. Her eyes would lock with Iraleth, furious - not at her, but certainly furious. With a lump in her throat and an inferno dancing in her eyes, she would coldly exhale, "I know she rests here. Bring me to the Umbralist."
@Estylwen@ERode
WINGRAM CLINIC, ROOM 106
Apart from Otis' tinkering, Ciara's utterances and the gargoyle's chuckles, all was quiet in the room. That was until Davil's lips shifted slowly back and forth, before parting. By all accounts, the boy was clearly unconscious, but a weak exhale escaped him, followed by a sickly groan. "It's not right... it's just not right..."
A faint wind blew around him, as if for a brief moment, a Personal Barrier assembly was attempted. A paper thin disc of wind gathered around his slashed open abdomen - weak enough that even a regular punch could break it - and with a cough, it dissipated. In that brief moment, were Otis still observing Davil's essence makeup, he would have seen a split second shift. The boy's prime essence, though dimming, had pulsed as if in defiance, sending a ripple throughout his body. This halted the advance of the poison, though only for a few seconds.
"Need it... the shield..."
The Wund boy's ramblings would trail off after that, and the poison would again proceed at its usual pace; though it almost appeared as if a portion of it had disappeared when the pulse shook through his body. Wind in the area would once more come to a calm, and any trace of essence manipulation had dispersed as well. From the other side of the room, growling could be heard emitting from the gargoyle, and its eyes were firmly locked on Davil now.
Sorry, some life stuff came up. I'll be able to get a post up tomorrow!
Next round tomorrow!
All good! Just checking in. o7
@Psyker Landshark, do you have a post planned soon, or should I give the go-ahead for @AThousandCurses to post again and start the next round after?
Go for it, snake boi.
Oh yeah, Nanaya, I recall Otis also sending out another ping to check and see if his automaton was still present somewhere in that space. Any response?
There would be no response.
Should I post again?
I can probably make a short post for Chubj to leave and get Doctor Kann.
I would say, wait and see what the other posts look like first, just in case? And after that, I don't see why not!
With their combined investigation into Davil's status, they would find two things. For one, his bloodstream would have some manner of purple liquid seeming to meld into it gradually, slowly inching towards his heart. The other, staying near the stomach wound, would be nearly imperceptible metal fragments and chippings; practically dust, in how hidden it is to the naked eye. It doesn't seem like it was intentionally left in, but is perhaps a side effect indicating damage in the implement used. It would be reasonable to assume that whatever was used to slash open Davil's stomach was also the weapon used to inject what could realistically be deduced as some kind of fast-acting venom. Perhaps so potent as to degrade the very blade it was applied to.
...So I feel really silly and bad for this, and I'll need to apologize here for the delay, but it seems like there's not that much for me to write in the current round anyway! It's all interactions between the player characters with not much in the way of NPC or world input right yet, so would you all want to just do another round? Sorry again, I didn't realize this was the case until I was thinking of what to type out in reply for the round and realized this is really a 'zero NPCs' moment. lol
I feel like the main input on my end of things would be if Otis' next post were to be to investigate the poison side of things or if Chunji were willing to risk Ethos use for a similar attempt, in which case I could inform either or both players of their findings here in OOC before their posts?
I feel like the main input on my end of things would be if Otis' next post were to be to investigate the poison side of things or if Chunji were willing to risk Ethos use for a similar attempt, in which case I could inform either or both players of their findings here in OOC before their posts?
Feeling a lot better now. Posting later tonight!
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