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- <Scene begins, Elea is mucking around with shape because lol Idreth. Also for reference, Elea bleeds
- silver with a kinda rainbowish shine in the right light. Also please note some of this is pretty gross
- so if you're eating might wanna watch that. Also some of it is weird abstract numerology rp and doesn't
- make a whole lot of sense.>
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Evening, Director."
- (Cabalists): You say, "Evening, Doctor."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "So listen, not to launch straight into business after pleasantries, but...
- what are the odds that whatever you did to the Chairwoman, you could do to me?"
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Any of you, really, I'm quite desperate!"
- (Cabalists): You say, "Just a moment, trying to..."
- <This is multitasking she really shouldn't be doing.>
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Sure, sure."
- (Cabalists): You say, "Anyway, it's possible. Could have a look, at least."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "I don't care if you need to lock me up somewhere, I just need this thing
- to be over with."
- (Cabalists): You say, "We'll need three Cabalists, and- ah, just- hrk!"
- <Essentially, she goes splat and blood goes everywhere. Then she tries to reform herself but fumbles it.>
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Director!"
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "What's going on?"
- Akaryuterra arrives from the north.
- Akaryuterra steps over the threshold of the bedroom in a hurry, looking back briefly to the
- spattering of blood outside as he calls out. "Eleanor. Hey, Elea!? I saw a bunch of blood ou-"
- Seeing a distinct lack of his wife, Akaryuterra pauses, brow furrowed.
- You have emoted: The room is a disaster zone. Silver blood paints everything in sight, apparently
- having splattered in all directions from a point near the doorway. A drop of it falls from above,
- pattering to your scales and rolling down them. Eleanor is here- you can sense it- but she's not
- visible, the root of her existence felt from the far side of the bed, out of sight. You hear a
- wheezing breath.
- Akaryuterra dashes to the far side of the bed and drops down the instant he spots you. His hands
- shake for a moment as he looks you up and down, uncertain what to do. Making a decision, however, he
- shuffles closer and plants his hands on the ground, looming over your prone form.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hey, Elea."
- `````
- She is a wise Idreth, discernible as a person at best and described as 'a chaotic horror' at worst.
- She starts off normal enough, a familiar human face, neck and upper torso intact, but below there
- she becomes some kind of horriffic mermaid- the coherence of her body rapidly dissolves, becoming a
- stomach-turning mess of bone, meat and blood. Strange, fractal configurations of flesh twist and
- roil around each other, some parts pulsing, some parts rigid, all parts quite definitely wrong. Her
- brown eyes are glassy, her breaths shallow, and she is surrounded by silvery blood which paints the
- floorboards and soaks into nearby fabric.
- `````
- You have emoted: "Ak.. Aka-- d-don't--" The mess that has replaced Eleanor gives a gurgling sort of
- gasp, cringing and shuddering on the floor. "Don't come in here-- don't look- please-!"
- Anfini tells you, "Director, we can't have you going out on us! Tell me you're alright."
- Akaryuterra's eyes go wide, and he freezes, coming to the realization of just what he is looking at.
- He sits back on his haunches, pulling his hands out of the pooling silver and flesh on the floor.
- About now, the only thing coming from him is a frantic mantra of cursing as his fingers grasp at the
- air. "Wha-what happened?" His face blanches, and his expression turns numb from the shock.
- You have emoted: Eleanor's fingers curl fitfully, and she shifts weakly, her chest deflating as she
- loses grasp on another shortened breath. "Accident," she manages- that much is patently obvious.
- It's clear that the destruction isn't the result of some savage attack- there's a strange (albeit
- revolting) sort of pattern to it. The spikes and arches of bone are almost architectural, the
- tangled tendons not entirely random in placement, if not at all earthly in logic. You can recognise
- specific parts of anatomical science, even if they're not at all in any order they should be.
- Akaryuterra is clearly in a panic, he reaches down, leaning as if to try and scoop portions of your
- flesh back to where it belongs- the moment he touches it, however, he halts and pulls his hands back,
- trembling. "W-well yeah, but- fuck, what do I do?! Yer bleedin' way too much, we gotta patch this
- up somehow, but there's too fuckin' much!"
- Akaryuterra leaves to the north.
- ````
- <And now some pasta from Fini>
- You tell Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart, "Commissar! Do you know what's
- going on?"
- Akaryuterra tells you, "I...I d-don't know, fuck, she's... I don't even know what the hall's goin'
- one here. Fuck, she's bleedin', an' there's blood every- fuck. Blood, meat, bone, it's all over."
- You tell Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart, "BLOOD AND- WHAT THE FUCK?"
- You tell Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart, "Do you need help!? I can- I can help, I can get
- help, we can all help, fuck, oh fuck..."
- Akaryuterra tells you, "I- fuck, yeah, gods, help me fix this!"
- You tell Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart, "I can't get in your house, man!"
- Rattling and heavy footsteps preceed a heavy thump against the door. A split
- second later, it is unlock and flies open. Akaryuterra darkens the doorway,
- silver smeared on his hands and forearms- as though he tried to wipe off a heavy
- splatter of mercury, but beneath that he is damnear pink, despite his scales. He
- says, hurriedly, "Somethin' fucked up, it went wrong- calm down, panic will not
- help us- I don't give a fuck she'll bleed the fuck out if we don't get a plan
- together yesterday DAMNIT!" The bickering isn't their usual, and even while
- Akaryuterra attemps to be the voice of reason you can hear a definite strain in
- his voice. "We can't even stitch a damn thing up cause she's- stop- no!" His
- hands fly to his head, smearing silver on his cheeks and snout as he forces a
- deep breath.
- You have emoted: Anfini slams the door behind him, bellowing defiantly at
- Akaryuterra, his hands wound tightly around his weapon. "Why are we standing
- here? She's going to die! We need bandages! We need sutures, gods-fuck-your-eyes,
- we need to patch her up!" With an unfathomably deep breath, the Doctor seems to
- absorb air and transform it into pure calm, and after a long sigh, continues to
- radiate tension but carries himself in a shakily composed fashion, his face pale
- but set sternly. "Lead me to your wife."
- ````
- <And back to Elea's POV>
- Anfini enters from the north following Akaryuterra.
- Akaryuterra says, without turning to address Anfini, "I got plenty'a fuckin' cloth, but I don't know
- if that'll help a damned thing with 'er like this."
- Your pose is now set as:
- Lying in a mess of tangled flesh, bone and blood, what remains of Eleanor is here.
- Anfini barges into the room like a storm given legs and made to walk the earth, all but slamming the
- door open well ahead of Akaryuterra, striking grandly at the floor with his staff, like a shepherd
- looking to beat the daylights out of someone. With him rides the familiar twin-tails of cigarette
- smoke and curses so thick you could braid them into rope, filling the air with both unpleasantries.
- "Where is--" Only politeness keeps him from leaping on and hurling over the bed. He rounds it in
- timely fashion, only to fall short, his eyes popping open and his body buckling as if struck by a
- fantastic rock.
- Slapping his hand over his mouth, Dr. J. R. Anfini, the Fixer says, "No, no..."
- You have emoted: Eleanor drags in a bloody breath, letting it go with a sound quite like a hole in
- the lung. Not that you'd be able to tell if that's what it really was.
- In the midst of Ryotega's rushing and panic, the boys fall silent. Slowly, they take a deep breath
- and Akaryuterra clenches their eyes tightly shut. "This is a necessity. Eleanor needs us." he states
- coldly, "And we need to remain calm and in control." Had you not seen it, you would not believe the
- transition could occur so fast and firm, leaving such calm in its wake- the result of the switch is
- uncomfortably emotionless. "Anfini. We need proper tools. Do you have them at hand?" asks the Doctor.
- arts yah, or just post in the thread!
- You have emoted: Eleanor's eyes blink slowly- and then she speaks, somehow adding to the nightmare-
- because she is evidently both alive and aware inside it. "Hhk-- who... wh...?"
- "T- tools, TOOLS!" Anfini cries aloud, his voice ragged, pale in the face and choking back tears. He
- looks ready to vomit. "What... what gods-be-fucking-damned tools... oh my... oh my g--" Striking
- away from you, he hurls himself past Akaryuterra, slamming his palms against the wall to brace
- himself, breathing deeply in an attempt to keep his gorge down. A long time passes, but in a quiet,
- reedy muttering, he says, "I need... ev- every... every bandage, every piece of gauze, every cloth...
- cloth THING you can bring me."
- Akaryuterra pushes himself up to his feet, turning to Anfini as he drops his backpack near the end
- of the bed. "I have not got bandages, specifically, but I have clean cloth, and an abundance of it,
- strips ready for use." he reports, "I can get more in an instant." Standing behind Anfini now, he
- places a heavy hand on his shoulder, the impact causing a visible shudder from the force. "You have
- seen blood before- this is still blood, and it is blood that must be contained."
- You have emoted: Eleanor breathes in wetly, sputters a little, then manages to speak again- thinly,
- faintly, but audibly. "Wh... who's there." she shudders, trying to move, perhaps to lift her head.
- "P. Please. I can't..."
- Anfini visibly buckles beneath Akaryuterra's hand, a comfort that is more like a threat, a gesture
- that has a way of both releasing his pent-up tears and sobering him again. Turning on his heel, he
- issues Akaryuterra a steely-eyed stare, answering, "Then let's get to work." Returning to the bed,
- there's no mistaking the intimidated way his eyes pore over you. "Director," he states, in a loud,
- forceful voice, "Eleanor. Your husband and your doctor are here. Please, I need to know if you can
- hear me. Blink twice in a row if you can hear me, damn it!" He drops to his knees, and with
- perfectly steady hands, sets to ripping the covers from the bed, too urgent to bother with proper
- procedure, tearing cloth into strips and wrapping it around whatever protrusions he can get his
- hands around.
- Akaryuterra speaks up, as if assuming a more commanding tone might somehow get through to you, "Do
- not speak, you need to be still, love." Turning about, he returns to his backpack and opens it,
- digging around inside for whatever tools he can get his hands on. What he extracts are a couple
- thick needles, an immaculate scalpel and bundles of cloth.
- Urgently, Dr. J. R. Anfini, the Fixer says to Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart, "Look, just--
- you know how to bandage something. If you see blood, cover it, we need to get the bloodflow
- contained before we do -anything- else!"
- You have emoted: "I c... can hear you," Eleanor responds haltingly. "Are you..." she loses momentum
- there, trailing off into gurgling quiet. Where torn flesh and injuries are usually inert, everything
- here has an unsettling thrum of life- not just a mess, but a mess that is still quite alive, just
- structurally coherent enough for that, of not any sort of functionality.
- "Are you in pain?" Akaryuterra asks as he kneels in your blood, covering more of his considerably
- pallid scales in mercurial silver. "I will do what I can," responds to Anfini. His expression is
- flat as he assesses the state of chaos your form is in more closely. In one hand, he holds a bundle
- of cloth, ready for use. He places his free hand on the floor, right into some of your blood,
- quickly pulling it up from the fluid a moment after impact. Fluid pools and congeals, following his
- hand upward in a gravity defying flow into his open hand. A spot beside him is now clear of blood.
- Faint whispers slip around the room nearby as the cold of night wraps itself around the building.
- You have emoted: Eleanor's eyes are half-open, and it's difficult to tell whether it is more or less
- unnerving that they're not full of terror. "It hurts-" she confirms, muscles shifting in her back as
- she tries to move again. "It hurts it hurts it hurts it--" the breath goes out of her, and it's
- probably just as well. There is something greyish-blue in the mess, cords and lacy tendrils draped
- like a doily from a nightmare over some of the carnage. A chill goes down your spine as it dawns on
- you that it looks a bit like a diagram of a nervous system.
- What passes is a dizzying profusion of hasty, seat-of-the-pants triage. Where Anfini finds any
- organic part open and bleeding silver, he forcefully rips strips from the bedsheet, winding over
- wounds in duplicate, sometimes triplicate. Scrabbling for the needle, he extracts a bit of his own
- thread - normal thread, normal weave, suitable for tailoring work - and when he isn't busy bandaging,
- scrambles to close seams of flesh, to wrap bone and veins to keep them from the outside air.
- "Director, explain this to me! What was the last thing you did?"
- Akaryuterra leaves the spherical mass of silver fluid hanging in the air, suspended. Dropping the
- pile there, he begins taking long strips and covering areas where blood flows from the mass of flesh
- and bone. At your repetition of 'it hurts', his jaw tenses and quivers, his fear for her breaking
- through the emotionless mask. "Several options," he states, "Venom: numbness, less effective until
- bleeding is stopped. Numerology: discern and block nerves to stop pain, requires constant control
- and focus." His eyes scan the tissue that looks to be a nerve, from there, he scans over the strange
- cross of organic and architectural forms of several visible bones and protruding bodyparts. Grabbing
- up a piece of cloth, he lays it over the source of a trickle of blood on your lower body.
- You have emoted: Eleanor turns her head a little, staring upwards, her gaze going eerily through you.
- "c...ca...can't concentrate... need..." something in the mess of her lower body contracts- a muscle
- still capable of behaving as one perhaps- and some of it drags across the floor with a fleshy
- scraping sound. "just... n... need to concentrate, build... again."
- "You're right, Commissar. We can..." Anfini stops, panting, smearing a palm against his face that's
- soaked with colorless, vaguely reflective blood. It leaves a ghoulish imprint over his dead eye.
- "Listen, I don't feel that I'm near as skilled as you, but for this to work... I need you to keep in
- touch with her. I'll try to stop the pain, but you need to snap her out of this, get her to try to
- reclaim Yuef again!"
- "As I had guessed. Miscalculated attempt to change form." Akaryuterra supplies to Anfini, "Too
- extensive or extreme for other methods. Potentially numerological working, but she has never used
- them for a such before, I assume she would not start now." He lays an extra strip over the last.
- Nodding sharply, he agrees vaguely, "Yes." The sphere of silver beside the boys floats over to the
- already spattered wall and flattens to it, running down to the floor, where it pools away from his
- stack of clean cloth. "Eleanor, speak less," Akaryuterra instructs, placing his hand against a
- bloody would-like spot on her lower body. "I know you will not be able to concentrate well." the
- Idreth informs you, "But I will make a connection to you." His eyes close.
- You have emoted: Eleanor jerks, her expression contorting to something that looks like fright- and
- it's a terrible, vulnerable expression. "Nn- s-stop, won't..." her fingers curl, a desperate and
- feeble gesture. She doesn't seem to have the breath to explain exactly what the problem is.
- Anfini lowers his other leg so he sits on his knees, and plants his hands on the edge of the bed,
- taking care to choose two spots that aren't covered in Eleanor-made ooze. "I'll do the best I can to
- dim the pain some," he says, "Just... just talk to your wife. Get her to reconstitute herself. She
- made herself from void, this- this is nothing. She can do this..." Taking several deep breaths, he
- concentrates, slowing his respiration until his pulse begins to slow. His eyes narrow to the point
- that you could blindfold him with a length of string, a vain pulsating in his temple. "I begin my
- search. I find pain, and I fold it." Abruptly, his eyes snap shut, the doctor himself remaining
- perfectly motionless.
- "Eleanor, listen to my voice. We are going to help you. Anfini will try to mitigate the pain for you,
- you need to concentrate as much as you are able," Akaryuterra instructs you slowly, and clearly, as
- a doctor would to a patient. "This will not be a full connection," he assures after your feeble
- attempt at protest. "I am going to aid you in visualizing, do you understand?" He waits patiently,
- though his lips tug down at the corners at the passage of the first few seconds after instruction.
- You have emoted: There is a long pause. Finally, Eleanor wheezes, "Yes." she shifts again, but now
- it seems to be more of a gesture of relaxation than the terrible, knotted, writhing movement she'd
- been haltingly exhibiting.
- ANFINI SEES: There is a LOT of pain to soak up. Feeling out for what she senses is
- like a slap in the face on yours- even a brush against it leaves you wondering how she's managed to
- be at all coherent.
- AKARY SEES: Though her shape is compromised, the thrum that sits at the root of her
- existence is easily felt- she is still alive, still a numerological weight on the fabric of creation
- around her. Her threads are a mismatched jangle, nowhere near the song that she usually represents.
- Anfini's eyes remain shut, the nonfunctional one twitching and writhing in its socket. Abruptly, he
- utters a trembling, pained cry, his knuckles going stark white as they squeeze the edge of the
- mattress. His technique is sloppy, his concentration poor, but he seems to be making headway. "I...
- I find the pain... and... f- fold it..." If you have the eye for it, you can see disturbances in the
- air, hovering around the ceiling, like the shimmers of the Old Road in the Mhojave. Too many fingers
- to count, they linger over the man's body like living vines, first groping for Akaryuterra, but
- finding nothing satisfactory about him. Eventually they find their mark in you, making connections,
- each shimmery, airy tendril going rigid with an orgasmic jerk. The doctor lifts his hand carefully,
- and sets it to a fleshy protrusion, selected at random.
- ANFINI SEES: Perhaps by accident or design, her nerves are actually quite easy to
- locate- mostly because they are not buried in everything else. The various systems of her body have
- been thought out, it's just that the combining of them seems to have gone completely awry.
- Akaryuterra cuts out the time necessary to respond and closes his eyes, taking a breath. The only
- sound in the room now is the slow, steady breath of the three men, and the occasional drip of your
- disseminated blood. That drip is plenty to paint a clear mental image of the room around the boys
- and Anfini from memory. Now and again, your own wheezing, wet breath will rise up from the mess of
- flesh and bone that is your current body. Similarly, a weight settles, intangible to all but the
- sense in your gut that tells you something isn't quite right. Akaryuterra inhales sharply in
- response to something unseen, but likely very clearly felt.
- At this point, the boys' own resonance is 'audible', but gentle. A mental image begins to form, hazy,
- but gaining resolution and detail by the second. With this image is a tone.
- The tone is modest, somewhat deep, and with a sweet undercurrent of a slightly higher pitch than the
- core resonance, familiar, but not quite clear enough to derive a frequency to imitate.
- You have emoted: Eleanor seems still, docile under the tending hands. Her breaths are shallow but
- even, and she doesn't try to move or interrupt anymore.
- AKARY SEES: You can feel an odd stirring- she senses you, and the tone, and
- attempts to reach out- the sheer chaos of her mind, what she has done to her own senses and the
- effect it's having on her own mental functioning, is terrifying- she is locked at the heart of the
- mess, trapped and unable to take the control she usually exhibits to rectify her mistake.
- Anfini ceases to exist in the definition of a man, becoming his own tools, crude and forceful though
- they may be. The heat shimmers, the wavering, fluid points in the air seek where your flesh opens
- and becomes raw nerve tissue, latching to these points like lampreys. Anfini, that is the man in
- which his Self typically resides, extends his arm further, pushing into the twisted, fleshy mass, so
- slowly you would have to watch to catch the movement. "F- fold..." he mumbles, or sometimes, "Move
- aside... sleep..." His hair stands up on the back of his neck - he hardly seems conscious.
- You have emoted: The twisted, visceral mess of flesh squelches faintly as Anfini presses down, and
- Eleanor shifts uncomfortably- but curiously, nowhere near as much as one would expect for having a
- hand dug into the glistening, looping curves and constructs of flayed bodily systems. Her eyes are
- completely open again, staring, and her lips parted in a silent gape, but it is quite clear she
- makes no contact with the outer world around her.
- Your blood trickles slowly from under Akaryuterra's hand as he tentatively lessens the pressure. His
- head hands as he focuses more intently, his snouth angling toward the ground as his expression
- relaxes. The familiar feeling all of you know intensifies, centering on you and pressing down on you.
- Even from where Anfini sits, the pull from the concentration is like sitting on a couch as another
- occupant takes a seat.
- The tone and the image gradually become clear enough to interpret, and even clear enough for you to
- make out the minor threads that make up the core of the tone. Sensing your entanglement, Akaryuterra
- redoubles his effort, and amidst the jumbled chaos of sensations and your malformed shell's
- confusion, he pulls on and begins to suppress the entanglement aroudn you. This has the odd effect
- of compressing and distorting your senses further while disentangling them.
- AKARY SEES: "aaaaAAAAAAAaaaaAkary." her voice comes together from a collection of
- related but not accurate sounds, with a multitonal hum that threatens its coherence. "Isthatyou."
- The contact seems alien, disoriented, but you have caused enough calm that she can communicate back.
- Anfini betrays sloppy technique: though he seems to be maintaining some sort of control over your
- pain, the vectors often misfire, and as a result, he has opened up small wounds all over his face
- and body that, disturbingly, bleed the same silver as yours. His good eye is opened to the merest
- slit, bloodshot along the length of the cornea, every vein in his face and neck standing out crisply.
- The only movement in the man's body at all is in his extended arm, trembling faintly, fingers dug
- into this erratic, visceral muck.
- "It is." His voice surrounds, you, permeates the mental space you have both come to occupy. "Feel me."
- he instructs as though the task were simple. There is a report from one of your senses, however. A
- push? A pull? A twist? Hard to say exactly, but it seems to resemble something of a tactile
- sensation.
- ANFINI SEES: You can feel the panicked working of what functional organs she had
- begin to slow, begin to calm, as you siphon off the crisis-mode feedback that had been jangling on
- her displaced nervous system. It feels almost like pain or cold, but delivered at such a pitch that
- it's not quite either- but whatever it is, it's enough to seriously challenge your ability to
- concentrate.
- Akaryuterra gives a tiny nod and leans his weight forward slightly, pressing his hand more firmly to
- the bloody wound-like opening. A sickening, wet gurgle comes from the impromptu orifice as the
- trickle of blood becomes an upwelling between his fingers.
- ANFINI SEES: The act of balancing mental control and segregating, while still
- holding, the feedback becomes a tangible challenge, something that will need determination to defeat-
- but something which sheer, bloody-minded determination may be able to subdue.
- AKARY SEES: "The pain is absent," she notes, in a strange, clinical voice, like
- someone speaking from over the shoulder of all of this. "can'tseewhere..." the feel of her ripples
- against your contact, like a wave brushing the shore. "Needtofindthetemplate." Her physical body
- jerks, abruptly, shuddering as more of her silvery blood leaks out. "Notmuchtime."
- You hear it, just for a moment. The tone is clear, but faint. It would require a greater mental
- strain to clearly take hold of. "Grabtakefeel, I humresonate what I remember for you. My body knows,
- I picturehold it." Senses buckle strangely as he forces his way deeper through the tangle to seek
- out your effective range. Ghostly, and faint, you feel a leg attached to the mass of your lower body,
- conflicting with the present sensation of an unrefined mass of flesh.
- "Hhhhurry," Anfini croaks, desperate. As punishment for his abrupt break in concentration, he nearly
- screams as a broad, grotesque gash splits his neck, more of the silvered blood pouring freely.
- Consequently, a smattering of your flesh sucks and pulls together, breaking the stitchings and
- lightening to a color that mimics Anfini's exact skintone. He wills himself back inward, shuddering
- as his eye unfocuses once more, his jaw clenched and entire body poised, recovering equilibrium with
- precise, fragile care.
- A flicker of a body passes over you, familiar in the same way you know Akaryuterra's body the last
- the two of your connected. This form is much more familiar, short, stout, broad-hipped. You feel a
- ghost of a smile on lips that brush by your consciousness.
- You have emoted: Eleanor's fingers twitch, her mangled body shuddering under Numerological pressure
- from two angles- it gasps a wet, strangled breath, but is otherwise silent.
- AKARY SEES: "I see it." she echoes, and you can feel the building thrum of
- something on the edge of perception. "I'm going to try. Wishmeluck."
- Akaryuterra's brow furrows deeply. "Trying." he responds tersely in a low voice.
- "MM." Akaryuterra murmurs in response to an unheard prompt.
- You feel them nod, and then feel a vocalization followed by a distant sound you can't quite
- understand through your mangled senses.
- Anfini's eye flickers toward Akaryuterra. This seems to be the most he can do without causing rips
- or errors in time and space.
- You have emoted: Eleanor is still for a few moments, and then something goes violently wrong in the
- room- perception twists, and your senses clash, feeding back on the wrong nerves and blowing your
- feeling wide open- everything is light and sound, colour and confusion, jangling and searing and
- putting pressure on your brain like the high-pitched sound that comes after deafness. Abruptly, the
- mangled flesh of her goes out from under you- your hands hit the floor as she unravels suddenly,
- first visible as dust and tangible as a skein of blue-white on your senses, and then a flicker, and
- nothing. Even the blood is gone. Your brain rocks back on its suspension in the wake of the mental
- explosion, and for a time, there is quiet.
- Riding her chariot of light, the great life-giver rises from her long sleep and shoots a timorous
- ray over the horizon.
- Anfini collapses, tumbling backward as if pushed gently away from the bed. He seizes at his head,
- seeking to get the colossal headache that develops under control, and doesn't seem to be cogent of
- what's just happened yet.
- As the space you occupies warps and changes, Akaryuterra's hands hit the ground as his weight falls
- forward. In a quick knee-jerk reaction to the sudden jostling clash of sensations and confusion, he
- leans back and throws a hand up to the side of his hand, turning away from the Idrethi equivalent of
- a flash bomb.
- BOTH SEE: The rising sun sends a crack of light in through the curtains,
- splashing across the rumpled covers of the bed, the now-clean floor and shreds of cloth left behind.
- Akaryuterra pants, swaying woozily with a hand on his head. He tries to open his mouth, but nothing
- comes out, though his lips and tongue move in an attempt to pull together some kind of intelligable
- noise. His senses in thorough disarray, he tries to move but ends up backing into the wall of the
- bedroom. Parting his eyelids and dropping his hand from his face, his eyes roll down, but drift one
- direction has his head lulls to the side. "Ff-ff," is all the sound he manages as his eyes focus on
- the now clean space.
- Anfini hitches himself up onto his elbow, and looks like he just survived Sapience's end-of-the-
- world afterparty with a hangover appropriate for the occasion. His first impulse, on seeing no you
- where there should be you, is to gasp, succumb to panic perhaps, but rationality takes over quickly.
- "Director? Director! Are you there somewhere?"
- You conjure up the illusion: As abruptly as everything had returned to coherence, a low hum begins
- to make itself audible. This time it is slower, building, a sweeping tone that feels strange and
- familiar all to once, and something seems to tug at the room, an intangible lean inward like a
- weight being dropped onto a sheet. The sound-feeling builds, almost brushing the tangible and the
- audible.
- You conjure up the illusion: And again, a sudden change- it's gone, and in its place there is a
- small, dark figure- still strange, but wonderfully familiar, given the circumstances.
- You will now be described as " and is a somewhat disorienting creature to look upon. Ambient light
- seems to simply fall away into her, rendering her shape down to a black silhouette which seems to
- lack depth from any angle, despite still occupying a three dimensional space. The silhouette is
- humanoid and feminine in shape, delineating a broad-hipped and stocky build, but little else is
- discernible. The only feature readily recognisable are her eyes- two blazing points of blue-white
- essence stare out at the world like twin stars in an otherwise empty night sky."
- Your pose is now set as:
- Eleanor lies here, a dark shape curled on the floor.
- (Spinesreach): Moirean says, "Anything new in the city?"
- Akaryuterra reaches out shakily and thumps his hand against the floor, fingers curling instinctively
- while he remains disoriented. Given Anfini's half-assed semblance of recovery at this point, he
- still appears as though heavily drugged. His movements become more animated, but he has no such luck
- with his coordination. His other arm lifts and wavers, but falls atop his motionless tail, followed
- by an uncomfortable noise from the boys.
- (Spinesreach): Xenia says, "Not much new this month, Ser."
- Moirean tells you, "Has the Cabal had time to give the doctor a once-over? Clear him for duty?"
- (Spinesreach): Anfini says, "Good morning, Chairwoman! Nothing to report, currently!"
- You tell Moirean Seirath, "Nnnghwhat."
- You sense Conduit Yusri Zuhayr in the realm.
- (Cabalists): Yusri says, "Good morning."
- Anfini's eyes slam shut. He rubs them, considerably, for what seems like forever, opening them again,
- squinting, blinking at you lying inert, in a loose fetal position. The cry he utters is guttural,
- and would be happy-sounding if not for hoarseness. He pushes himself hastily to his feet, loping
- over to give Akaryuterra a swat on the shoulder. "Commissar! Up, up, look!"
- Moirean tells you, "I...The doctor? The Conduit assured me the Cabal would look him over."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Good morning, Conduit!"
- (Spinesreach): Moirean says, "You are suspiciously loud."
- You tell Moirean Seirath, "Sss. Sorting it."
- Moirean tells you, "...is something wrong?"
- (Cabalists): Akaryuterra says, "G-gln m."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "The Commissar is happy to see you, as well. Forgive us, we're a little
- wrapped up."
- Akaryuterra's head bobs in the same way as someone trying to stay awake through exhaustion. That
- seems about the most he can manage in the way of acknowledgement for the time being. His tail curls
- slowly, dragging across the floor as he uses his fingers to crawl one hand closer to your curled
- form.
- Anfini lets the lovers reunite, watching them with a smile. His chipper, suspiciously energized
- demeanor lingers, even as he collects the suture needle, prodding at the breach in his neck.
- You have emoted: Eleanor stirs, and takes a sudden, deep, and reflexive breath. It's difficult to
- tell if she is intact, what with her lack of definition and foreshortening being a thing, but
- there's no blood at least.
- Akaryuterra sucks in a deep breath finally and turns his hand over, his palm waiting patiently as
- near to you as he can get it. His back straightens and he presses back against the wall for support.
- "Gl-g-good," he eventually stutters.
- You have emoted: Eleanor's eyes flicker dimly to life- it doesn't look like she's up to moving too
- terribly much, but she seems to recognise the waiting hand- she weakly lifts her own, managing to
- get it far enough to flop down again with her fingers resting on Akaryuterra's.
- Akaryuterra settles down as soon as your fingers make contact, content to simply take deep breaths
- and let his senses untangle themselves. He drags his free hand into his lap, resting it atop one of
- his thigh. His fingertips are black, and the coloration spreads a few short inches up each digit in
- a strange pattern with edges reminiscient of a fractal.
- "Fuck's sake," Anfini mumbles, whether it's your appearance or his wound is anyone's guess. With a
- frank lack of caution, or even much of a registry of pain, he begins to stitch at his neck,
- carefully pulling his flesh back together. This seems an afterthought to him; he has enough time to
- watch you and Akaryuterra, recognize the intimacy of the moment, and turn away.
- AKARY SEES: "Are you there." It's not even a voice, really, just the faintest echo,
- distant, as if carried on the wind.
- Akaryuterra exhales sharply and finally sits forward, balancing under his own will. "Mmm," he
- affirms, curling the figers that touch your.
- AKARY SEES: "Am I here." It sounds like an honest enquiry.
- Akaryuterra scoots away from the wall in order to better grasp your hand. He tucks his legs in and
- leans on his knees, watching your form.
- Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "Yes."
- Anfini performs his needlework diligently, too precise to be anything but practiced. "It's official,
- " he declares, "I shall tender my resignation from the Cabal, because every month is a new way to
- shave twenty years from my life." He turns back around and approaches the pair, his boots touching
- softly against the floor. "Director? Are you quite alright?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor rouses, just a little, but doesn't seem to get too terribly far before
- relaxing back into stillness.
- AKARY SEES: "Difficult to tell."
- Mustering the ability to speak at last, Akaryuterra reminds Anfini pointedly, just above a whisper,
- "Without these risks, you would be bored to tears in days."
- "Look... she's reformed, now -- just dazed, I'd think. Her brain probably needs a little time to
- settle back to normal and pick up Yuef once more. It's not good for me to be in the city, so..."
- Anfini nudges his head upwards, indicating the ceiling. "Give her all the care you can, I'm going to
- go vomit. Sound good?"
- ANFINI SEES: It's not a voice really, not a sound, more a hint of one as if carried
- on the wind. "Thank you."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Indeed."
- Akaryuterra shakes his head to wipe away the last of his disorientation. "I suppose...I ought to let
- you out."
- Anfini mouths the words 'you're welcome,' gazing imperiously at your prone body. His lower lip
- quivers, his skin as pale as a ghost. "Don't you dare leave her side. That's doctor's orders, do you
- understand me?" His stitching is half-finished, his other wounds fresh and sluggish with your
- coagulated blood, and still he cocks a salute against his brow, takes a step back, and vanishes from
- sight.
- A gentle humming fills the area for a moment as Anfini concentrates, fading away again as Anfini
- blinks out of sight.
- Akaryuterra takes his hand from your gently and plants both hands on the ground, leaning forward to
- lever his large frame up from the floor. "Can you get up, love?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor stirs a little, making an attempt at getting up- she doesn't get far. "Hhhn.
- Nope." she's audible, at least.
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "I'd like to repeat it here - I formally request that... well... whatever
- the hell you did to the Chairwoman, you do to me. I'm sick of this self-imposed exile. That said, it
- can wait until the Director's recovered."
- (Cabalists): Yusri says, "Recovered?"
- (Cabalists): Yusri says, "What.. exactly where you three doing?"
- (Cabalists): Akaryuterra says, "Fixing a hell of a mistake."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Failed remanifestation of physical form, resulting in..."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "I don't have a professional word. It was a fleshy mess."
- (Cabalists): Yusri says, "I believe the technical term may be a cock-up."
- (Cabalists): Yusri says, "Unexpected. The Director remains sane?"
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Wasn't quite a cock-up. She wound up with a perfectly good body... it's
- just that all the bits were in the wrong places, and, well, it was pretty painful. I was able to
- suppress the pain long enough while Commissar Junakutz-Lionheart helped her focus. She was able to
- remaster herself and reconfigure into something more familiar."
- (Cabalists): Yusri says, "Good."
- (Spinesreach): Moirean says, "Director."
- (Spinesreach): Moirean says, "Are you."
- (Spinesreach): Moirean says, "I don't know. Cognizant. Alive."
- <Elea doesn't answer, and Akary and I disengage for now because hnngh falling asleep and needing food etc.
- Anfini goes on to be incarcerated, we find out that Yusri bleeds espresso, and Spinesreach gets a new prison cell.
- Good times!>
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