ryker armor: soulbinding

[19:28] The door SWINGS open. The hinges are quite literally busted, snapped off of the wood with the force. Whatever Amelia was doing right now was irrelevant.

"Amelia...- Ryker, he's doing-- he did this thing where he seized Bruno in flames and dragged him the underworld where we all felt an eerie chill that almost took us down there with him too but we're all alive and so is he please save him quickly we can't lose him."

No breath or pause was taken.

The burnt, near lifeless, pale corpse was shoved towards the miracle maker of Achyon, expecting her best work in the worst of circumstances.
(Alexei pyr Docro)
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[19:30] Niff rolls in all the same, here to help in any which way she possibly can here.. That's probably not a lot, but she tires.

"Boss' gonna be alright, I's sure of it…"

"S'jus' a flesh wound.." Squeezing Xenia's shoulders, she offers all the support she possibly can.
(Niffty)
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[19:33] Xenia is lost in shock. Immense gratification is met with the imagery of her rapidly deteriorating father, causing her to go speechless in this very moment.

Off to the side, next to Niffty with the rat offering physical comfort, does she preside. Xenia can only look on as the crisp remnants of this withering lifeforce are bargained with in these crucial moments.
(Xenia pyr Docro)
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[19:33] Off in her own quarters, likely preparing the cots for the arrival of any injuries men and woman, the door being busted open would merely provide nothing but a swift glance to the floor of footsteps rushing in.

Eyes fall upon the Commander's body. The merest mention of Bruno alone was enough to whisk her attention into focus.

"He what?" She cuts herself off, falling into a momentary coughing fit as her raise in pitch didn't seem to have a well reception by her body.

Without another beat, she naps her fingers as a few nearby drones flutter off, likely to pick up her tools. Pink hues shift as Amelia moves before Ryker's side. Though silent, he gaze and hands were an obvious indicator of work, beginning to process of identification as her synthetic assistants appear with her tools.
(Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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[19:35] Rushing through the castle, the man with a hearing aid mechanism now installed within his ear's tissue would scan the area; there was blood on his everything, but his hands were equipped with rubber gloves, his face covered by a mask and his eyes? They had safety goggles on, ready to operate, just like any respectable surgeon.

Himself and Amelia only? This might or might not be quite the process, although they had his full support; blood still coursed down his ear and the Corporal could still hear that ringing noise...

"I am here now. The burns, his lungs, are they stable?", he questioned, moving towards the body with care; he listened in to Ryker's breathing, as if to attempt a quick examination of his pattern. Were his insides burned to crisp, too?

Were them only his flesh and bone that were caught on fire? What was that fire, so many question, yet so little answers. Stress gathers up, and the man wasnot short of panicking, although he manages to hold himself with his feet on the ground.

Just like Matryona taught him.

"Amelia, this will be intense. Please step away from him as we operate, Xenia, Alexei, Niffty."

Polite, but he knew it might not work, considering these were his children, after all...
(Akrites Fitz-Empress)
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[19:35] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "I don't think..."
[19:35] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "This injury will need an operation."
[19:36] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "Not in the traditional sense."
[19:36] Akrites Fitz-Empress says, "We are prepared for anything."
[19:37] Akrites Fitz-Empress says, "-..Phoenix."
[19:37] The kitsune's placed on the table, gently.

The wounds were visible: deep burns to the bone, and his life was drained away to the point where his skin was pasty and corpse-like.

At the very least, he needs to be restored to a stable condition. An operation, if one was decided upon, could wait.

"Please do your best. Don't let him die."
(Alexei pyr Docro)
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[19:38] Akrites Fitz-Empress says, "Operation or not, we need to mend the flesh and put him on life support; he might enter cardiac arrest at any time. The burns do not help, either."
[19:39] Keeping to Xenia, tiny, strong arms squeezing all the more as it's more an attempt to keep her out of the way.

"See, they got'em." Nodding along plenty, watching on while still cracked out of her mind.
(Niffty)
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[19:43] "This is by no means an injury we should be downplaying." Perhaps her time in the research from whence they were first seeking him out was enough for her to tell something was very wrong with this injury.

No magi has inflicted this on Ryker. No magi could.

Only a Primordial was capable of this.

And it just so happens that one peculiar one was an easy guess.

"Akrites, I need you to rush into my workshop," she commands. Her tone may have been weak, bit it had the same level of stiffness that made her sound all the more serious. "Look for an armor piece, it should have a faint blue glow. If anything, I have an idea."

And with that, from her pockets, her coveted tool is prepared. But why the Almia cube is needed for an injury like this remains unknown.
(Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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[19:45] Alexei pyr Docro whispers something.
[19:45] Ryker continued to lay there.
(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[19:47] The workshop; where was that? A wild guess forced him to take a turn towards the nearest door, rushing past Amelia whilst taking off his gloves and setting them aside; he dashes through, going to rummage through whatever chests he could find.

The Corporal has to find the armor, now. He must.

"Where, where..", he questions himself, muttering, allowing his mind to focus; the item must be Magical, so the Visionary type allowed himself for his eyes to lit into a bright green.

Detecting such potent items should be easy enough.

And then he grasped on the armor, shortly after returning into the room, exclaiming.

"I got it!"

And with only this, he would stand by Amelia's side, prepared to assist in the long process of what was to come.
(Akrites Fitz-Empress)
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[19:48] Not much can be said when he's. . worked on like that. Her father, that is.

A glance is spared to Alexei with a subsequent nod offered. Eyes return to the sight of it all.
(Xenia pyr Docro)
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[19:56] With the skeleton of the armor brought in, her drone would be quick to provide aid to Akrites as the parcel arrives into Amelia's hands.

If anything to those present, one might notice the incredibly familiar design of the armor. Save for a few additions, those that knew Ryker and Matryona closely might recognize it as the very same one the late Commander has made for the current one. Above each breast, two Soul Steel cores are fashioned clearly like a Synthetic's. Yet only one seemed to be glowing bright enough to be deemed activated.

That and the pants can only be worn by one who bears an incredible posterior.

Regardless, Amelia would be quick to immediately suit up Ryker in it. Though the notable pieces it lacked like shoulder pads and what not were still missing, the general chest of the armor was somewhat complete.

"Put his armor on," she requests, likely the best way to help as her digits were already in the midst of typing sequences and activating the cube of souls.

In moments, the same sickening pull of all who were present in this room would begin to riddle their forms.

"An Akrites, do what you can to tend to his burns. I will attempt to resuscitate him." Slowly, the pull grows stronger, almost deafeningly painful to those that stood a bit too close to the doctor-artificer.

Slowly, the unactivated core on the armor begins to flicker to life. A budding blue shimmer slowly taking its place.

Ryker's injury and essence that was ruptured slowly was beign anchored into place. Both into his body... and the armor itself. Like a life-support.
(Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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[20:05] The armor, it was mended to; carefully strapped onto Ryker now, Akrites moved on to the wounds, which were plenty, some to the bone, clearly a chilling sight, needless to say.

"On it.", he mutters for himself, seemingly not all too bothered by the tug as of now - he felt it, although there were more important things to attend to, so he could simply not afford to put his own feeling first.

"For now, I will apply a sterile piece of nonstick bandage, separate his toes and fingers with dressings."

And he moves to do just so, opening his medical kit; as mentioned, Ryker's general body area that was not covered by armor was covered in said bandages, making sure no ointment or water is on, that might cause an infection.

As for his fingers and toes, they were separated with sterile dressings, the melting process clearly enough to make them unite through burnt flesh - it was not a pretty sight, although the medic had to do what hecould for the man.

"For more, I would have to put him in surgery. Please work your part now, Amelia."

Although, antibiotics, as instructed in his Imperial training, were injected in Ryker's body, to make sure his blood is not infected with virtually anything; IV fluids, if available, will naturally be a way of treatment for his tissues to regenerate.

No jewelry will be left on, either, the burns...kept above heart level, as much as possible.
(Akrites Fitz-Empress)
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[20:19] He had laid there, on the cusp of death itself and yet through the miracle of science itself would Ryker pyr Docro continue to live. His heart beat was barely there, the same as when he had initially woken up from the surgery Bruno had subjected him to.

Amelia knew. How fragile the man's heart truly was. A condition he ignored for forty years, abusing his body with every vice he could. As the armor they had designed to help him battle against Bruno was placed onto his body, there was no reaction from the Kitsune, his breath small.

Then it happened all at once. That feel of a pull, the injury and Ryker's very own essence anchored into the physical realm for the time being. His body twisted painfully, even as Akrites tended to the worse of the burns. His teeth grit, and there was a sudden intake of hot air given as Ryker stirred back to life.

That unactivated core now did not house Luca pyr Docro's essence, as had been the initial plan to be housednext to Walter pyr Docro's. No.

It kept Ryker intact and alive. For how long? Who knew.

"Where..." He croaked out, his voice hoarse and small.

But he was alive.
(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[20:25] A sigh of relief comes through marred lips. Slowly, she would rise, clearly content with the results.

In an instant, the cube shuts, sundering the soul tugging pull as everything returns to normal around the group.

"He should be fine," she comments. The process was swift, yet it was clear that it has begun to put a toll upon the Aertas.

The slight huff needed to just flood the kitsune's circuits to rekindle his soul was no simple feat.

"Ryker, I only have one prescription needed for your swift recovery." Slowly, her gloved finger moves, pointing to the Arcanium armor that has returned on his person. "You are not to remove that armor at all costs. Lest you may just... hurt yourself."
(Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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[20:28] Was Ryker allowed to stand up? No, he was not, his body was in no condition to sustain the damage that might come with such actions. He needed to rest for a long while, and whatever Deity forbids anyone gives him a mirror.

"Commander, you are bound to rest for the next couple of days.", weeks, months, but he would not mention it.

"I will administrate sedatives and allow you well deserved sleep, but yes, do not, through any means, get rid of the armor.", and so, he eyed the Aertas in the room, perhaps the only one, exchanging a few words with her shortly after.

Ryker was in charge with his own condition. However, whether or not he would accept the sedatives, it was no longer up to him.
(Akrites Fitz-Empress)
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[20:29] Akrites Fitz-Empress whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: We can not allow people to see him like this. Contact with him should be off limits for virtually anyone save for essential staff and the Don.
[20:29] Akrites Fitz-Empress whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: If you need further assistance, call for me. I will be here at all times.
[20:33] As he slowly comes to, memories of precisely what had transpired before the fires of Achlys consumed them both flooded back into his system.

And he smiled.

Even if he was burned beyond belief? It was oh so worth it. With Amelia's orders to never remove the armor, and Akrites doubling up on the orders for actual rest? Ryker sneered.

"I guess the armor came in handy, even if I didn't need it to deal with Bruno." He said, a hand pressing itself against the arcanium and soulsteel with only a wince. A groan escaped himself, as he opted to remain where he was. For the time being, of course.

"I don't need rest. I'm fine."

Stubborn to the end.

"But Amelia. I got him." He panted out, jades making contact with the eldest Aertas. "... Achlys has a replacement soul instead of Matryona's. I did it. Or... I suppose...

Julius and Xenia did it, I just cleaned up."

Credit where credit was due.
(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[20:34] "BOSS!"

A squeak from the side lines.

"YER BACK!" - She almost wants to jump for the man, though held back proper.. He's in no condition.
(Niffty)
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[20:35] Ryker pyr Docro says, "... Please my hip."
[20:35] Ryker pyr Docro says, "I feel my age."
[20:38] "He is dead?"

There was a pause.

Perhaps one may expect her to hold remorse or even tear up at the prospect of such a revelation.

Yet she just remains still, offering an uncanny nod of approval. "Good. Then we have no need to worry about his plans no more."

The prospect of her own brother's death seemed... ineffective on her. As if it were just any other news thrown in her direction.

Once more, he inhuman lack of remorse was clear for anyone to see.

"If there is nothing else, I believe you will be fine." Eyes linger to Akrites, no reservations to whisper were had. "Ryker is capable of doing his day-today work. However I will request he refrain from joining the troops in the field."
(Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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[20:39] Akrites Fitz-Empress says, "Fairly well, then. Call for me if my assistance is needed, or actually, i will be here."
[20:42] Despite the pain going through his body even now? He sat up with a wince. A hand slowly rising up to rub along his jawline.

"Yeah. I never went anywhere?" He questioned, unsure. Perhaps his own soul have touched Achlys' briefly in that time where Ryker had allowed the Primordial to channel himself through the Docro's body.

"But yes. He's dead and serving Achlys in Hel." As he needed to be, a fitting swap for his wife's soul... Even if they would not be joined in death eternally after? Ryker had reverse trap carded Bruno in life. "Is this armor even complete Amelia...? I'll believe you about not taking it off but uh..."

The news and knowledge that he would have to refrain from joining the others in the field?

"How impossibly dull. No fighting. Tch!"
(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[20:42] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "The armor can be completed. It is merely missing a few more integral pieces."
[20:43] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "Nothing I cannot accomplish for you."
[20:43] Ryker pyr Docro says, "We'll work on that when... We have time, then."
[20:44] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "Yes. Other than that, you all are free to depart."