Kaithe Dame
TokyoPewPew
op2024
Noctis
ErosSense
Andreyich
Sp00ki
Silent Showers
Estylwen
wintersoldier@Estylwen@ERode@Psyker Landshark
The imp would continue to dangle tightly in the principal's grip, motionless apart from the swaying movements of its captor guiding it along. There was no recognition in its eyes, no light - it was an empty doll, and no response would emerge from it when prodded. Raising it up, Raja would shake her head, crushing it further as she looked to Otis and Iraleth. "It hasn't been conscious since right before the Umbralist infiltrated. I've taken the liberty of placing a curse of paralysis upon it, such that much fun will await it should it come to and realize it can do nothing. I wished for more answers than what I received in my brief time with it, but should it not awaken by first light tomorrow, I'll end its life; though its true controller likely won't mourn it, wherever they are."
Taking a seat near the exit, the principal let the full force of her body lean against the back of the chair, exhaling deeply to relieve the stress from an unnecessarily long day. Her eyes closed, and she took in silence for the mere moment that she had it. Doctor Sylv would take this time to address Otis' question, continuing to look rather emptily at her petrified stub that was once an arm. "The extract was of my own making, as an attempt of my youth to counteract and cure a rare yet debilitating ailment named null disease, by applying and subverting it. It did not work, but in that failure, I discovered that the resulting serum would nevertheless allow one to temporarily gain essence removal and transference on a level greater than a dedicated eradicator," she would explain, looking to the floor where her arm was now a dust pile. "Though in exchange, the essence would need to go somewhere. An eradicator simply lives with days of sickness and weakness after a job from undesirable intake. In this case, my arm alone paid the full price for what an entire body normally would, integrating null disease's essence-ignoring properties to allow for a higher upper limit of intake. Yet because the diseased arm could not give any substantial output of nama or rupa, more effort would have been required on my end to make contact with the patient with my other arm, thus ensuring it would be more difficult to imprison the stagnancy into the arm I wished it to be in. Doable, but unnecessarily difficult with help nearby. And, as for the arm..."
Once again, Sylv reviewed her body with the same coldness and emotional distance she had always spoken with, prodding at her petrified shoulder. "I will simply acquire a new one, later. Efficiency requires sacrifice."
Near Raja, a small wind shifted, her eyes still closed. It wasn't something perceivable to a normal person, but one like her didn't rise to a place this far in the hierarchy through normalcy. It would be the slightest change in breathing nearby, the silent and subtle shifting of bed sheets and body weight - but not so silent as to escape her senses, as imperceptible as it would normally be - that caused her to twirl the tip of her staff in a small circular pattern before making a swiping motion with it. "Hand," she would mutter, eyes still closed, too exhausted to worry about meeting her opponent face to face that very second.
As Raja's utterance finished, a phantasmal hand would briefly appear near the curtains around Ciara's bed, before firmly pulling them aside in the same direction that the principal had swiped. In that same instant, all traces of fatigue had left the crimson sorceress - she kicked off the ground and had appeared by Ciara's bedside in a single step, her staff of swirling elements already charging mere inches from the shadow mage's face. Her expression could only be described as alive, so fiery with seething anger and murder, and... a small hint of pain, perhaps, were one to look deeply enough.
"Don't run. I know that's what your cult does best, but do not try to flee. An attempt to run now will seal your fate - I will find you, catch you, and kill you. You have brought enough damage to the innocent, Umbralist or no. Blood is on your hands," Raja would declare bluntly, unable to hide the resentment in her voice even as she tried to compose herself. "You will be dealt judgment by the Star Court and High Bishop Verne on the 6th of March, 9:00 AM sharp, in the Grand Cathedral of Nero. You may request an aide to take your side, though they must be faculty or attendees of Wingram itself."
If there were no immediate signs of hostility or sudden movements to indicate an escape attempt, Raja would lower her staff, the magics within the core dissipating. "All students of Compact 3 will also be required to attend. Partially under suspicion, but also that it was the High Bishop's own request to, 'get a gauge on the situation from the perspective of not just the culprit, but also her peers,' or something," the principal would state, looking towards Otis and Iraleth. "The church bigwigs just want to cover all their bases. Don't take it personally."'
@AThousandCurses
As Chunji delivered the news, he could see water welling at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly looked away, sniffling and rubbing her eyes. With a nod and a weak smile by her bedside, it was genuine gratitude that was painted clear as day on her features. Whatever talk had happened prior clearly weighed heavily on her mind, and it wouldn't take a master of perception to realize that, but the news of Davil's recovery had dashed away those fears for the moment. "I know it might not really mean a whole lot with how short a time the two of us have been acquainted, but genuinely, thank you for whatever part you played in helping. I am in your debt, as well as the debt of all at this clinic."
The girl stumbled out of bed and did the briefest curtsy she could in her gown, somewhat recoiling from pain of some kind but determined to ensure the gesture was completed with the grace she was proud of. "It wouldn't do to ignore this, after all. Nobility repays the commonfolk, you know? It's what we're good at."
A cheeky smirk would form on Chloe's expression as if to assure Chunji she was joking, though it faltered with physical pain she was only barely holding back. It was clear that a brave face was all she could put on right now, counting down the seconds of how long she'd need to maintain the act. Doctor Kann was nowhere to be seen, nor were any other assistants nearby.
"If... that is all for now, I'd like to get some rest. I heard some brief details of the attack, but I would like to hear more from you and the rest tomorrow, if that's acceptable."
WINGRAM CLINIC, ROOM 106
The imp would continue to dangle tightly in the principal's grip, motionless apart from the swaying movements of its captor guiding it along. There was no recognition in its eyes, no light - it was an empty doll, and no response would emerge from it when prodded. Raising it up, Raja would shake her head, crushing it further as she looked to Otis and Iraleth. "It hasn't been conscious since right before the Umbralist infiltrated. I've taken the liberty of placing a curse of paralysis upon it, such that much fun will await it should it come to and realize it can do nothing. I wished for more answers than what I received in my brief time with it, but should it not awaken by first light tomorrow, I'll end its life; though its true controller likely won't mourn it, wherever they are."
Taking a seat near the exit, the principal let the full force of her body lean against the back of the chair, exhaling deeply to relieve the stress from an unnecessarily long day. Her eyes closed, and she took in silence for the mere moment that she had it. Doctor Sylv would take this time to address Otis' question, continuing to look rather emptily at her petrified stub that was once an arm. "The extract was of my own making, as an attempt of my youth to counteract and cure a rare yet debilitating ailment named null disease, by applying and subverting it. It did not work, but in that failure, I discovered that the resulting serum would nevertheless allow one to temporarily gain essence removal and transference on a level greater than a dedicated eradicator," she would explain, looking to the floor where her arm was now a dust pile. "Though in exchange, the essence would need to go somewhere. An eradicator simply lives with days of sickness and weakness after a job from undesirable intake. In this case, my arm alone paid the full price for what an entire body normally would, integrating null disease's essence-ignoring properties to allow for a higher upper limit of intake. Yet because the diseased arm could not give any substantial output of nama or rupa, more effort would have been required on my end to make contact with the patient with my other arm, thus ensuring it would be more difficult to imprison the stagnancy into the arm I wished it to be in. Doable, but unnecessarily difficult with help nearby. And, as for the arm..."
Once again, Sylv reviewed her body with the same coldness and emotional distance she had always spoken with, prodding at her petrified shoulder. "I will simply acquire a new one, later. Efficiency requires sacrifice."
Near Raja, a small wind shifted, her eyes still closed. It wasn't something perceivable to a normal person, but one like her didn't rise to a place this far in the hierarchy through normalcy. It would be the slightest change in breathing nearby, the silent and subtle shifting of bed sheets and body weight - but not so silent as to escape her senses, as imperceptible as it would normally be - that caused her to twirl the tip of her staff in a small circular pattern before making a swiping motion with it. "Hand," she would mutter, eyes still closed, too exhausted to worry about meeting her opponent face to face that very second.
As Raja's utterance finished, a phantasmal hand would briefly appear near the curtains around Ciara's bed, before firmly pulling them aside in the same direction that the principal had swiped. In that same instant, all traces of fatigue had left the crimson sorceress - she kicked off the ground and had appeared by Ciara's bedside in a single step, her staff of swirling elements already charging mere inches from the shadow mage's face. Her expression could only be described as alive, so fiery with seething anger and murder, and... a small hint of pain, perhaps, were one to look deeply enough.
"Don't run. I know that's what your cult does best, but do not try to flee. An attempt to run now will seal your fate - I will find you, catch you, and kill you. You have brought enough damage to the innocent, Umbralist or no. Blood is on your hands," Raja would declare bluntly, unable to hide the resentment in her voice even as she tried to compose herself. "You will be dealt judgment by the Star Court and High Bishop Verne on the 6th of March, 9:00 AM sharp, in the Grand Cathedral of Nero. You may request an aide to take your side, though they must be faculty or attendees of Wingram itself."
If there were no immediate signs of hostility or sudden movements to indicate an escape attempt, Raja would lower her staff, the magics within the core dissipating. "All students of Compact 3 will also be required to attend. Partially under suspicion, but also that it was the High Bishop's own request to, 'get a gauge on the situation from the perspective of not just the culprit, but also her peers,' or something," the principal would state, looking towards Otis and Iraleth. "The church bigwigs just want to cover all their bases. Don't take it personally."'
@AThousandCurses
WINGRAM CLINIC, ROOM S-120
As Chunji delivered the news, he could see water welling at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly looked away, sniffling and rubbing her eyes. With a nod and a weak smile by her bedside, it was genuine gratitude that was painted clear as day on her features. Whatever talk had happened prior clearly weighed heavily on her mind, and it wouldn't take a master of perception to realize that, but the news of Davil's recovery had dashed away those fears for the moment. "I know it might not really mean a whole lot with how short a time the two of us have been acquainted, but genuinely, thank you for whatever part you played in helping. I am in your debt, as well as the debt of all at this clinic."
The girl stumbled out of bed and did the briefest curtsy she could in her gown, somewhat recoiling from pain of some kind but determined to ensure the gesture was completed with the grace she was proud of. "It wouldn't do to ignore this, after all. Nobility repays the commonfolk, you know? It's what we're good at."
A cheeky smirk would form on Chloe's expression as if to assure Chunji she was joking, though it faltered with physical pain she was only barely holding back. It was clear that a brave face was all she could put on right now, counting down the seconds of how long she'd need to maintain the act. Doctor Kann was nowhere to be seen, nor were any other assistants nearby.
"If... that is all for now, I'd like to get some rest. I heard some brief details of the attack, but I would like to hear more from you and the rest tomorrow, if that's acceptable."
