Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Torsiedelle]

Dimitrus was about to give a detailed answer to Octavian, and maybe try to help Drova, before being so rudely abducted by an unknown character. This sent her into an angry panic, and she attempted to punch her assailant in he head as hard as she could. Should she fail to get free, there were other measures put in place for her.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Falling to the floor of the tank, Ray's senses were all struck by the...Well, just the hideousness of it all. He felt groggy and weighed down, and the overwhelming stench and crap in his lungs was now starting to absolutely toy with him. He laid on all-fours and began to cough his guts out, trying to cope with whatever the hell was in his lungs and as a gag reflex to the repulsive awakening. And after a little bit, he began to vomit due to the force of the coughing.

Ray was too busy trying to get the undesirable out of his system to really respond or pay much mind to the others around him. Even being naked in front of others wasn't really much concern to him at the moment, considering he felt absolutely miserable.

"Success!" Neil declared in victory as the Grim Reaper flipped them off from the unseen corner of the lab. Although this was due because they still owed him money from the last poker game.

"Don't panic, that is the feeling of the world and existence that everyone ignores, much like how everyone ignores air and air pressure, until it is too late." Gretta explained.

The vomit disappeared into the carpet, cleansed away to keep the place sanitary, despite the foul odor of decay. The Slab of meat that was Ray's former self and a race horse still sat on a metal counter with probes penetrating the mass.

[Tiltjuice]

Dimitrus was about to give a detailed answer to Octavian, and maybe try to help Drova, before being so rudely abducted by an unknown character. This sent her into an angry panic, and she attempted to punch her assailant in he head as hard as she could. Should she fail to get free, there were other measures put in place for her.

The man rotated her in a half-circle, in a single, deft, dizzying motion, so that her hand didn't connect. From her new position facing him upside down, if she craned her neck a bit, Dimitrus would be able to see a stylized rattlesnake biting its own tail on the man's chestplate.

"Don't do that, flower. You know darn well what our armor is capable of. And, really, is that any way to welcome me back?"

[Erucia]

"Success!" Neil declared in victory as the Grim Reaper flipped them off from the unseen corner of the lab. Although this was due because they still owed him money from the last poker game.

"Don't panic, that is the feeling of the world and existence that everyone ignores, much like how everyone ignores air and air pressure, until it is too late." Gretta explained.

The vomit disappeared into the carpet, cleansed away to keep the place sanitary, despite the foul odor of decay. The Slab of meat that was Ray's former self and a race horse still sat on a metal counter with probes penetrating the mass.

"...Wha...? N-Never mind....", Ray began to mumble out as he tried to catch his balance. He stumbled to his feet and leaned against the tube, breathing in heavily. Despite the foul odor in the room, he felt as if he was catching his life back with each breath. Better yet, he was starting to even get used to the horrid stench: aside from the assorted pieces and slabs of glop all over his body, he was fine. Well, that and the recovering nausea.

However, he soon began to notice rather...odd...changes to his body as he looked it over. Glancing down at his hands, the fur felt heavier and thicker: it wasn't merely grown-out human hair, it was almost canine in appearance and touch. The gray fur splattered along his arms and onto his hands, which hosted another change. Ray noticed that his fingernails were now tinted a midnight black, and seemed to be quite pointed. They were almost claw-like in appearance, and touching the tips revealed that they could cause cuts if pressed hard enough.

And thus, several other changes were observed. Ray's tail was now little over two feet in length, and even reacted at a 100% accuracy to the new muscles and nerves that Ray had under his control. Black, claw-like nails were also featured on his feet, which like his hands, remained largely human-like (even still excluding pads). Upon his snout, which felt much more natural for obvious reasons, Ray felt at stubble along his fur-line that could only have been described as the forming of light whisker groupings. Inside of his mouth, razored canines sat amongst his standard human set, and even poked out of his mouth at times.

Checking his tongue by sticking it out, Ray soon was greeted by a longer and somewhat flatter tongue, one that he could fully extend out of his mouth (unlike his former human one). It held density that was not usually found in the canine tongue, yet its length was more attributed to the former than a human's. His new nose was naturally wet, and keen ears could chime in and listen to things not regularly heard when Ray was a mere human.

For he was now truly a furry: something that both excited and somewhat saddened Ray. It was the sign that he'd actually lost some of his humanity, although arguably he'd gained something far better and more of an advantage in return.

...But, the new and improved sight didn't really help him when he spotted hunks of his old flesh sitting on the table, and he once again began to hack out stomach acid at the disgusting and repulsive sight.

[Torsiedelle]

Dimitrus was about to give a detailed answer to Octavian, and maybe try to help Drova, before being so rudely abducted by an unknown character. This sent her into an angry panic, and she attempted to punch her assailant in he head as hard as she could. Should she fail to get free, there were other measures put in place for her.

The man rotated her in a half-circle, in a single, deft, dizzying motion, so that her hand didn't connect. From her new position facing him upside down, if she craned her neck a bit, Dimitrus would be able to see a stylized rattlesnake biting its own tail on the man's chestplate.

"Don't do that, flower. You know darn well what our armor is capable of. And, really, is that any way to welcome me back?"

"Who the hell are you!?", Dimitrus growled, recognizing the emblem. "And why are you doing this?"

She threw another punch.

[Tiltjuice]

"Who the hell are you!?", Dimitrus growled, recognizing the emblem. "And why are you doing this?"

She threw another punch.

The man stepped hurriedly back to spare Dimitrus' hand, as the voice registered as not belonging to Chrys. He squinted down at her.

"Sorry. From behind, you look just like my mate," Dia replied stolidly. He turned her right-side-up and set her on her feet. "Have you seen her around?"

[Torsiedelle]

"Who the hell are you!?", Dimitrus growled, recognizing the emblem. "And why are you doing this?"

She threw another punch.

The man stepped hurriedly back to spare Dimitrus' hand, as the voice registered as not belonging to Chrys. He squinted down at her.

"Sorry. From behind, you look just like my mate," Dia replied stolidly. He turned her right-side-up and set her on her feet. "Have you seen her around?"

"Oh...."

Dimitrus was still a tad angry, and backed away a little.

"I don't personally know anybody named Chrys...you're looking for her? "

[Tiltjuice]

"Oh...."

Dimitrus was still a tad angry, and backed away a little.

"I don't personally know anybody named Chrys...you're looking for her? "

"How do you know her name?" Grating noises resounded as Dia folded his armor-wrapped arms and scowled down at Dimitrus, from a height advantage of just about two feet. "I may be absentminded, but not that absentminded. I'm fairly sure we've never been introduced."

He took a closer look at her uniform, to see if there were any identifying marks that would give him a clue about who she was. The wrong answer would have her flying through the air again, but much less gently.

[Swith Witherward]

"This . . . This isn't happening." The Prince gagged, thinking of his sister at the very moment, who was off in the forest, gathering various plants to add to her journals, alongside such weird creatures, such as the changeling that had moved in recently, and a few others...

"Hello Yuna."

A handsome man in a British WWII RAF uniform cast a shadow over her as she stooped amongst the ferns and falling leaves to gather her herbs. Smiling, he removed his cap and squatted down next to her. "My name is Will. I work for Swith. I believe you've met our Minerva? Drova said I could borrow you for a time. We could use your help with a little... project? Yes, that's a good word for it. Come along, please. Time is short, my dear."

He stood and offered his hand to help her up.

[Swith Witherward]

Speaking of Hans.

"Poetic license?" Hans scratched behind his ear. His mind was dwelling on all the ways darts could be altered. Most of them revolved around the usual insanity. Rubber darts. Darts that vanished the moment they were thrown. Darts that rebounded on the thrower and stuck him in the ass. Darts that made rude sounds as air passing along their flights. Darts that exploded upon impact. Darts that couldn't be let go of once they were plucked from the cork.

"Let's kidnap them, leave a ransom note and send him on a wild goose chase."

Her laughter echoed, sending a pair of sparrows flying out of a tree.

"Deal."

He tilted his head, bemused by her laughter.

"Alright, but first, we find that pest Yuri, and to do that, we... I have no idea. We walk around and look for her? Ja. I imagine she's at Chaos having a drink."

His grin intensified. "No, I suppose she's just like Yoshi. Allergic to alcohol. We should have a drink in her stead."

The cultist offered his arm to Chrys.

[Tiltjuice]

He tilted his head, bemused by her laughter.

"Alright, but first, we find that pest Yuri, and to do that, we... I have no idea. We walk around and look for her? Ja. I imagine she's at Chaos having a drink."

His grin intensified. "No, I suppose she's just like Yoshi. Allergic to alcohol. We should have a drink in her stead."

The cultist offered his arm to Chrys.

The shorter blonde took Hans' arm. Outside of battle, she really looked like nothing special, and they seemed to be just another couple strolling along.

"I'm always game for a drink," she chimed, smiling lightly. "Lead on, then, sir! Let's drink, and then find this Yuri."

[Swith Witherward]

The shorter blonde took Hans' arm. Outside of battle, she really looked like nothing special, and they seemed to be just another couple strolling along.

"I'm always game for a drink," she chimed, smiling lightly. "Lead on, then, sir! Let's drink, and then find this Yuri."

Hans was more than happy to comply.

Autumn leaves crunched under their feet as they journeyed to Chaos. The sun was slowly sinking towards the ocean, tinging the pavement orange. The cultist glanced at the Conservator who'd stood bravely to oppose Toshi's minions. Inspiration struck him and he let go of her arm and hopped onto the wooden bench that marked a trolly stop.

He removed his cap, placed it over his hear and cleared his throat.

"Kampf gegen das Böse in der düsteren Nacht
Ihr Leben ... bleibt im Schatten
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.

Sie erfüllt ihre heilige Pflicht
Die Erfüllung Eid ... Diese Schlacht Maiden
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.

Sie tragen die Last der Welt auf ihren Schultern
Aber sie ist immer allein
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.

Sie steht gegen Krieg, furchtlos
Mutig und kühn
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.

Nie Teil dessen, was sie kämpft, um zu sparen
Zeit der Tochter
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.

Ich bin nur ein Mensch
Ich bin nichts im Vergleich zu Ihnen
Ich bin für Sie da."

He bowed, laughing as he put his cap back on.

"Well, now we go for a beer."

[Cerillium]

Weekend collab w/Swith
"Sofia Liesel Von Klaus. She's three this autumn but I haven't seen her in fifty years… She doesn't even know I'm dead. She asks to come with me and I can't bring her." Klaus' words echoed in Minerva's memory.

She held the locket in her hands and studied the picture The child’s coy face and tilted posture reminded her of so many little German children, but the smile… it was unmistakably the same as her father’s. She snapped it closed, enfolding the picture into darkness again.

Why had it been on the dresser? Minerva could only imagine that he’d denied himself the memory after he regained his power. No, that was uncharacteristic of him. She went to examine it again and noticed that it swung open without her thumb depressing the clasp. Ah, it had somehow broken while in his pocket. He’d placed it somewhere safe until he could get it repaired.

The girl in the grainy photograph once again peered up at her.

"She died two weeks after I took this. I've run out of days."

A lump stuck in Minerva’s throat at the memory of Klaus’ breakdown. He’d buried his face in her hair and sobbed, and Minerva, being able to sense the intensity of his emotion through Purna, had wept with him and for the loss of the child.

"I miss my kleinen Schatzi. Don't for a moment assume I don't."

“This is bullshit.” She closed the locket again and placed it on the dresser. “This is absolute bullshit.”

She realized that her cheeks were wet and she wiped them with her sleeve. The water was still running in the shower, and Klaus was singing some old folk song in German. Minerva strode to the door and raised her hand to knock, but paused with knuckles only a fraction away from the wood. A rash thought seized her. Perhaps she should ask first? No. Fuck it. Fuck it all. She owed him. He’d saved her life, and then gave her a reason to keep living. So fuck it.

The cultist leader lifted her proud head and snorted. She vanished.



Locating him in time was relatively easy. She’d surmised that he’d use the Nathal Orb to make his trips back and forth. It was the only way he could do so, given that he was still nothing but a host at the time. Time. Ironic word.

She concealed herself in a dark ally, remaining in the shadows. This Klaus of this time period was her mortal enemy. She had not yet died (an odd feeling indeed) and although her clothing was out of place with this time period, he might recognize her face.

The wait wasn’t long. A small girl skipped down the street, her bright eyes darting this way and that in search of –

Klaus stepped from a shadow. He looked the same. The uniform bore Khornate markings. Minerva had arrived at the right time but she didn’t remain for their reunion. She only needed to move forward in time until the day the girl died - Klaus hadn’t disclosed the exact date. So, she drifted in time until after he left and then she darted through shadows to follow the child back to her house.

The house. My god! She’d always suspected he had a lavish house (probably stolen from some unfortunate Jew) but she hadn’t expected anything so damn grand. It was a massive stone structure set slightly back from the road and surrounded by high stone walls and an iron gate.

What a pretentious bastard, she snorted to herself and then remembered that he’d been declared dead and his wife remarried her lover. The property was undoubtedly that other man’s.

The child slipped her tiny frame through the bars and ran up the path. Minerva slipped out of time and moved to the bars to stare at the building’s façade. It sickened her to think that anyone would need anything so grand.

Minerva spent the next month hovering. The tensest moments were shortly after her death cycle each day, and she’d return with her heart pounding in fear that the child had died while she was down. Yet, each time, she’d find the little girl sitting on the porch or else running down the street at the same time each day to secretly meet with her father. Klaus arrived one day with a camera, and Minerva knew it would be only two weeks more before the child was dead. She dug in for the final haul.

Thirteen more days passed and, by then, Minerva was absolutely sick of living in shadows and sick of the town. She watched the girl like a hawk, not allowing her out of her sight. She hid in the closet, she tucked herself in the shadow of the grandfather clock in the hall, she crept under the carpet runners or lurked in the shadow under a plate on the dining room table. She’d gotten a feel for the wife (hated her) and barely tolerated the new husband (drunken bastard) and still, the little girl seemed bereft of all peril.

Night came and Minerva dozed in shadows within the bedroom closet. She knew tomorrow was the final day. It had to be. She was starting to come unhinged from the isolation. She closed her eyes for a moment and drifted to sleep only to be awoken by a soft voice.

“Hello, shadow lady?” the girl said in German.

Minerva’s eyes slowly opened to find the child staring into the dark confines of her closet. She held a cookie in her hand. A shiver rippled down the cultist leader’s spine. How had the child known?

“Hello Sophie,” she whispered back as she stepped from the shadow to squat on the closet floor. Her German was rusty.

“Allo!” The blonde child put the cookie in her mouth and used both hands to yank on the long string that dangled from the overhead fixture and Minerva was cast into light.

They stared at each other until Sophie broke the spell by removing the now-soggy cookie and offering it to Minerva.

“Warum verstecken Sie?”

“I hide so no one sees me. Um. Ich verstecke… mich damit nie- um- niemand mich sieht.”

Sophie giggled and waved the cookie at Minerva. “Fur sie!”

“For me? Thank you. Danke.” Minerva took the cookie and nibbled on the end that was the least soggy.

She had several questions she wanted to ask Sophie but the child yanked on the chain again and plunged them into darkness. The sound of tiny footsteps crossing the floor indicated that she’d returned to her bed.


The cultist leader settled back in the shadow and dozed. She was awoken sometime later, but not by the sound of the nurse coming down the hall to rouse Sophie. Instead, her nose picked up the acrid smell of a fire. She opened her eyes again and found herself staring out into a dark room filled with smoke.

So this is how she died? It was an unnerving thought.

Her hand pushed open the closet door and she sunk to the blistering hot floor and crept across the room, staying as far down as possible. An angry glow came from the hallway and flames licked at the wallpaper immediately outside the bedroom. Sophia, tucked under her covers, was unconscious.

She scooped the child up and then found herself falling. The floor caved in and dropped her into the flames below, with the bed tumbling after her. She landed hard on the burning dining room table and looked up in time to see the house begin to buckle all around her. Fiery debris crashed down, striking her and leaving her dazed.



Klaus stepped out of the shower and dried himself. His ear picked up the cuckoo clock as it chimed the report – all clear – and then detected a frail cough.

“Minerva? Want a lozenge?”

No reply.

He slipped on his pants and opened the bathroom door. How often was it that she was ill? Hardly ever.

Minerva lifted her face to look at him. She was coated in soot. Her uniform hung in tatters, parts of it melted away. What little of her skin that was visible under blackened smudges was a nasty hue of red. She was clutching a small, begrimed bundle against her chest.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he strode across the floor to assist her. Someone was going to suffer for what they done to his Knuddelmous.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he demanded. His reaction wasn't one of anger; he was beside himself with worry.

The bundle shifted just as he reached her, and a small hand poked out to push the blanket aside. Two ice blue eyes stared at Klaus.

“Papa!” Her voice was scratchy but unmistakable.

The realization rocked Klaus’ world. He froze. Nothing made sense. He sucked in his breath and quickly glanced from daughter to lover.

Sophie didn’t understand why he didn’t greet her. She thrashed against Minerva and fought to free both arms.

“Schatten Dame nahm mich weg, Papa.”

“It’s been an interesting month,” Minerva coughed.

She helped Sophie untangle herself from the blanket and the child reached out to Klaus with both arms. She’d begun to sniffle, and then to outright cry.

“Shh, kleinen Schatzi,” Klaus murmured as he lifted her into his arms.

Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck and she buried her face against it. Klaus was unaware of his knees buckling; the pain caused by his kneecaps striking the floor didn’t register in his mind. He filled his lungs in stuttering gasps and nearly crushed the child against him. His world – his entire world and all within it – was turned upside-down and shaken.

“Minerva….. how? Why would you risk….?”

She’d watched him crumple, feeling like an intruder and caught between wanting to kneel beside him and wanting to step away and give him space. “I always swore I’d find a way to pay you back for letting me die. Ironic, after all these years, I’m glad you didn’t. But now I’ve repaid you for the gift of life. We’re even.”

She would have said more but the room seemed to tip and her head banged against the wooden floor.
/collab



Minerva would awake a few hours (and a house call from Ogoti) later to find herself in her night things and tucked into bed. It was early evening and fading sunlight filtered through the lace curtains to warm her.

The cuckoo clock chimed on the wall beside her. The two-toned note mixed with the laughter of a small child playing in the garden outside their apartment. She would turn three that autumn.

[The BranRiech]

Yuna, who was, in fact, sitting cross-legged on the forest floor, cared not for her robes which were quite dirty by this time of crawling around. Her book was a bit more full than it was, with various bookmarks sticking out now, for information that would be filled in later. She didn't notice Will until he addressed her.

She only looked up because the accent intrigued her.

"Ello'." She tried imitating the accent while the man explained who he was and who he worked for. She did remember Minerva, the woman who taught her how to make quite the poison. "M-my brother is letting you borrow me? Alright . . . What am I needed for?"

Despite her few concerns, she got up and dusted herself off to follow.

--

"Gah!" Drova punched a wall again, nearly breaking at least something in it. He glided into his bed and buried his face in the pillows, trimmed Orange, like quite a bit of the things in his room. He hadn't any statues of himself though, so in his eyes, it was a simple room. But then again, he never wanted any of himself anyways and-

Wait, he was going to lose his sister! Why was he thinking about statues?!

--

And back to Bran and Rylli, who were still wandering the halls, looking for someone to take off their gawdawful clothes, that were starting to wear on them. Why couldn't they take them off!? The dress was nice for a while, and Bran had always hated the clothes he was left with, but now? They were stuck on them, couldn't be cut, or taken off normally.

[Urran]

"With- Oc- wha- who- how-" Giovenith steadily began to rise in panic as she took in the blood, the bruising, and everything else that began to come into focus the more she looked at Yoshi. "Oh jeeze, you're really torn up! Um, um, I think I have first aid, but this isn't really first aid, um..."

The child began to walk/twirl around in confused, panicked little circles for a while whilst contemplating what to do. From her medical knowledge, Giovenith knew her basic kit kept on her person wouldn't be enough for this, she didn't think Yoshi could stand to walk on anymore, and she was too physically weak to carry him along at a fast enough rate. Sweet baby muffin toes! Godling or not, she was a teeny child, one among countless other fully-mature, more capable individuals in and out of her kind, did he not realize that?

"Okay! Okay! Wait! I can do something!" she finally stopped spinning, locking her legs down more seriously. "I'm pretty sure! Yeah! It'll work! Totally!" Always the last resort for emergency problems such as these, Giovenith sucked in as much air as her abdomen could handle, held it, and then steadily blew out a stream of shimmering indigo smoke into her hands. "Alright, alright! Just tell me where you're hurt most, quickly please!" Vertigo was already kicking in from the ability.

Yoshi was confused to say the least, maybe it was the massive blood loss or the intense pain but he didn't think Gio knew how to heal him properly. He had called on her so she could run and get help from someone, another god, a Conservator, anybody. He didn't want to disturb Swith or Gio's mother because were probably too busy to deal with him. He REALLY needed to put himself first in situations like this but it was not in his nature to do so. He needed to sit down, his legs were now too weak to carry him. He was a complete wreak. Battered, bruised, bloody. REALLY bloody. He grabbed his left leg and winced. There was a clear hole where Octavian had bitten out a chunk of flesh. 'I-i-it's m-my leg" he managed to squeak out.

[Giovenith]

Yoshi was confused to say the least, maybe it was the massive blood loss or the intense pain but he didn't think Gio knew how to heal him properly. He had called on her so she could run and get help from someone, another god, a Conservator, anybody. He didn't want to disturb Swith or Gio's mother because were probably too busy to deal with him. He REALLY needed to put himself first in situations like this but it was not in his nature to do so. He needed to sit down, his legs were now too weak to carry him. He was a complete wreak. Battered, bruised, bloody. REALLY bloody. He grabbed his left leg and winced. There was a clear hole where Octavian had bitten out a chunk of flesh. 'I-i-it's m-my leg" he managed to squeak out.

Giovenith immediately fell on her knees and began to push the mist onto the wound, having it harden around Yoshi's leg and slow the bleeding. "That won't hold you together forever, but it will long enough so that we can find some other help, okay? Just try to calm down, slow your breathing. We'll make it through this."

How was she going to carry him? Small side or not, Yoshi was still an adult male in bad condition. Dragging was out of the question, taking too much time and energy. But then, the girl was struck with an idea. Giovenith quickly dug into her pocket and held it open, releasing a large swarm of flying paper birds.

"Not Cloud Nine, but it will do," said Giovenith, dragging Yoshi onto the cloud of paper wings. By themselves, the birds were weak, but together, they made an efficient flying gurney.

[Urran]

Giovenith immediately fell on her knees and began to push the mist onto the wound, having it harden around Yoshi's leg and slow the bleeding. "That won't hold you together forever, but it will long enough so that we can find some other help, okay? Just try to calm down, slow your breathing. We'll make it through this."

How was she going to carry him? Small side or not, Yoshi was still an adult male in bad condition. Dragging was out of the question, taking too much time and energy. But then, the girl was struck with an idea. Giovenith quickly dug into her pocket and held it open, releasing a large swarm of flying paper birds.

"Not Cloud Nine, but it will do," said Giovenith, dragging Yoshi onto the cloud of paper wings. By themselves, the birds were weak, but together, they made an efficient flying gurney.

Yoshi grunted in pain as Gio helped him onto the flying stretcher. He slowed his heart rate down yet again and took a few deep breaths. It hurt so bad. He kept repeating a phrase that he had learned in the military about situations like this. "D-don't go to sleep, fall to sleep and it's over." After repeating that about three times he had calmed himself down sufficiently. "Th-thank you Gio" he said painfully. "I'm in your debt...again. I knew you couldn't heal me, but I didn't know what else to do. I-I needed you to go and get help and you came, accident or not. I'm scared Gio." he admitted. He wasn't afraid to admit that, there was no shame in it.

[Torsiedelle]

"Oh...."

Dimitrus was still a tad angry, and backed away a little.

"I don't personally know anybody named Chrys...you're looking for her? "

"How do you know her name?" Grating noises resounded as Dia folded his armor-wrapped arms and scowled down at Dimitrus, from a height advantage of just about two feet. "I may be absentminded, but not that absentminded. I'm fairly sure we've never been introduced."

He took a closer look at her uniform, to see if there were any identifying marks that would give him a clue about who she was. The wrong answer would have her flying through the air again, but much less gently.

Owing to her user's tiredness at the time, and an error in reading, Dimitrus had to use her wit/bluff to avoid Dia's wrath.

"You bear the mark of Conservators. I know Dora, not personally, through friends. I also know that a man, Luce, I believe, doesn't seem particularly interested in other people. The only other Conservator that I know of is Chrys, so I deducted that it was her. Sorry about that."

[Giovenith]

Yoshi grunted in pain as Gio helped him onto the flying stretcher. He slowed his heart rate down yet again and took a few deep breaths. It hurt so bad. He kept repeating a phrase that he had learned in the military about situations like this. "D-don't go to sleep, fall to sleep and it's over." After repeating that about three times he had calmed himself down sufficiently. "Th-thank you Gio" he said painfully. "I'm in your debt...again. I knew you couldn't heal me, but I didn't know what else to do. I-I needed you to go and get help and you came, accident or not. I'm scared Gio." he admitted. He wasn't afraid to admit that, there was no shame in it.

"You're going to be fine, Yoshi," reassured Giovenith rather forcefully, walking quickly with the flying paper cloud following closely behind. "Think nothing of debts, for they cloud true purpose. There are plenty here who can help you, and we will find them soon enough. You don't have to be scared...."

[Urran]

Yoshi had to give Gio one thing, she was a determined little girl. He wondered where she got these birds from. They were so cute and apparently they could hold 112 pounds.He fifured that talking would calm him and help keep him awake. "Gio...I know that I can get on your nerves, thanks for being my friend." he said somewhat painfully. his leg still felt like someone had put it through a wood chipper but he was trying not to think about it.

[Giovenith]

Yoshi had to give Gio one thing, she was a determined little girl. He wondered where she got these birds from. They were so cute and apparently they could hold 112 pounds.He fifured that talking would calm him and help keep him awake. "Gio...I know that I can get on your nerves, thanks for being my friend." he said somewhat painfully. his leg still felt like someone had put it through a wood chipper but he was trying not to think about it.

"You don't get on my nerves, Yoshi," Giovenith turned and smiled at her friend. "You're a gracious, creative person, and I'm glad to have met you. You're a bright light, and don't ever let anyone teach you how to put yourself out... for that is the goal of all against us, to teach us that is wrong to love ourselves and each other, and to defend that. For that is their weakness. Now settle your fears aside, I am taking you to the clinic."

[Urran]

He took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just nervous. Talking will help me I keep calm I think" he cringed again and held his leg with his hands. "I-I can't believe he took a bite out of my leg!" He hoped the blood wouldn't cause the paper cranes to fall apart

[Giovenith]

He took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just nervous. Talking will help me I keep calm I think" he cringed again and held his leg with his hands. "I-I can't believe he took a bite out of my leg!" He hoped the blood wouldn't cause the paper cranes to fall apart

At the reminder of 'he', Giovenith squinted her eyes in critical thought. "You said Octavian did this to you? The prince?" She had obviously notice before that Octavian could be a bit of a grouch and elitist, and dismissed it, but could find no excuse for beating down of all people, Yoshi. Yoshi did not seek out trouble.

[Urran]

Yoshi nodded and whimpered a bit. He was in really bad shape. "H-he beat Tora the other day and when I went to talk to him about it he pulled a gun on me, I disarmed him and then we started fighting..e-even though I won, I feel like the loser, like the fight could have been avoided if I had just gotten him to see reason. I hate fighting Gio, I hate it. Fighting took my parents away, fighting took me away from you guys. It's not fair. I kn-know sometimes it's necessary but that doesn't make it any better."

[Giovenith]

"Hmm," she huffed, processing everything Yoshi said. Violence against Torii as well? This wouldn't do. Giovenith disliked being mistaken about people she had held in favor, but would not be in denial of the obvious. Words would have to be said, later. "I know, Yoshi. Few people do find fighting fun. You did what you did though, don't dwell on it while you are still bleeding."

They reached the door of the clinic just as one of the paper birds gave a distressed toot, falling to the ground, soaked with Yoshi's blood. The paper just couldn't handle anymore, and more would soon follow. Giovenith had the swarm gently place Yoshi down, before having them disperse off into the halls (she was not recollecting bloody paper; they would either dispose of themselves, or find their way back into her possession).

"Hello?" she called. "Excuse me, person bleeding severely here."