Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Tiltjuice]

What Dora would notice was that the door wasn't locked. Actuakly, it was open, and Torii & Tsu were talking. Katya noticed her sister's bruise, but decided to stay quiet for the time being, and slide through the open space between them. She waved for Dora to follow.

"I don't suppose I have anything planned. That little raptor ordeal was unscheduled, though interesting. What would you want to do?"

"I don't really have any plans after finishing up the letter," Dora replied, as she stepped inside. "I was going to find Tasia, as I mentioned earlier to you and Yoshi, but I'm not really into that anymore. I might go take a walk around the building, though." She waved at Torii and Tsu, hoping neither of them minded her being nude. Granted, it was her, so maybe they were inured to that by now.

---

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."

[New Aksarben]

Yoshi simply used his hand to track Octavian's face, like a cobra would. He was too level headed in a fight to give into insults. As soon as the brute got close enough he would hit him in the eyes, joints, or groin. He knew that being quite and not giving in would probably be enough to provoke Octavian into attacking. Yoshi was scrawny and smaller than Octavian, but he wasn't stupid. A pool of thick, blue-purple liquid was forming around him, that leg was out of commission. He wouldn't be able to use his most powerful physical assets in this fight. He wasn't scared of Octavian. He was Swith's son, she had told him so. So that meant that he was great, he must be to be considered the son of a goddess. He wasn't scared of death either. But he was scared, scared of failing tora, scared of dying again. He might not be allowed to come back this time. He could feel himself weakening from blood loss but he wasn't letting octavian win. No, he would put up a fight to his last breath.

Octavian sighed. He didn't really care if Yoshi refused to take the bait. Octavian would beat the crap out of him anyway. Several times over, if he could. Yoshi had insulted him, hurt him, and for some reason continued fighting after getting a chunk of his leg ripped out rather violently. Octavian couldn't believe that Yoshi was still standing, let alone continuing to try and fight him. Octavian had to give him that. That Yoshi was determined to do whatever he was trying to do.

The Prince watched Yoshi for a few seconds, before launching himself closer to the Urranese and kicking at his wounded leg. He followed that up with an uppercut towards Yoshi's head, given that he was crouching down and a normal attack wouldn't be very useful. He was prepared to use his other arm to deflect any attacks from his opponent, given that he was definitely planning something with the way that Yoshi's hand kept following him.

[Urran]

Octavian sighed. He didn't really care if Yoshi refused to take the bait. Octavian would beat the crap out of him anyway. Several times over, if he could. Yoshi had insulted him, hurt him, and for some reason continued fighting after getting a chunk of his leg ripped out rather violently. Octavian couldn't believe that Yoshi was still standing, let alone continuing to try and fight him. Octavian had to give him that. That Yoshi was determined to do whatever he was trying to do.

The Prince watched Yoshi for a few seconds, before launching himself closer to the Urranese and kicking at his wounded leg. He followed that up with an uppercut towards Yoshi's head, given that he was crouching down and a normal attack wouldn't be very useful. He was prepared to use his other arm to deflect any attacks from his opponent, given that he was definitely planning something with the way that Yoshi's hand kept following him.

Yoshi had his wounded leg under him in a flash, Octavian's stomping had missed. As for the uppercut, that was exactly what Yoshi was hoping for. Gotcha! he thought to himself. Yoshi deflected the attack with one hand and struck right at his throat with the other, keeping his hand in the shape of a snakes head. This particular fighting form focused on speed, and given Yoshi's quick reaction time, it looked like something out of a martial arts movie. He was determined to make Octavian at least back down. He had given up getting him to see reason.

[New Aksarben]

Octavian sighed. He didn't really care if Yoshi refused to take the bait. Octavian would beat the crap out of him anyway. Several times over, if he could. Yoshi had insulted him, hurt him, and for some reason continued fighting after getting a chunk of his leg ripped out rather violently. Octavian couldn't believe that Yoshi was still standing, let alone continuing to try and fight him. Octavian had to give him that. That Yoshi was determined to do whatever he was trying to do.

The Prince watched Yoshi for a few seconds, before launching himself closer to the Urranese and kicking at his wounded leg. He followed that up with an uppercut towards Yoshi's head, given that he was crouching down and a normal attack wouldn't be very useful. He was prepared to use his other arm to deflect any attacks from his opponent, given that he was definitely planning something with the way that Yoshi's hand kept following him.

Yoshi had his wounded leg under him in a flash, Octavian's stomping had missed. As for the uppercut, that was exactly what Yoshi was hoping for. Gotcha! he thought to himself. Yoshi deflected the attack with one hand and struck right at his throat with the other, keeping his hand in the shape of a snakes head. This particular fighting form focused on speed, and given Yoshi's quick reaction time, it looked like something out of a martial arts movie. He was determined to make Octavian at least back down. He had given up getting him to see reason.

Octavian's eye's widened as Yoshi's hand connected directly with his throat. The Prince let out a gasping sound, and promptly fell over backwards. He brought his hands to his throat, and started coughing roughly. "F-fuck!" He weakly managed to get out. Yoshi's blow had basically stunned him, hitting his throat right at his Adam's apple. He rolled over onto his side and curled up a little, letting out more swears in Latin as he did so.

After doing that for a while, Octavian finally managed to breath normally again. ".....Fine. You win." He said, begrudgingly. He realized he wouldn't be able to beat Yoshi. The scrawny Urranese's fighting style was just too well suited to counter his own. And he was in no shape to really keep fighting. His nose was broken, most likely, as was his wrist. He was surprisingly battered for the short fight. "Dammant.... I can't believe you beat me.... What was your name again?"

[Urran]

Yoshi stood up but didn't let his guard down even for a moment. "I-I'm Yoshi" he said in a soft manner. ""Older brother of that girl you beat. If you EVER touch her again." Yoshi made a motion like he was slitting his own throat and he walked backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn his back to Octavian. Now, he was in desperate need of medical attention. His vision was beginning to blur a bit and he was light headed from loss of blood.

[Urran]

Yuri, meanwhile, ways walking down a dark street. Her new look for the day made her stick her out like a soar thumb. There was no hiding her ethnicity. She knew full well that the agents had been arrested but also knew it hadn't been ordered by the PM. This was quite the pickle indeed.

[New Aksarben]

Yoshi stood up but didn't let his guard down even for a moment. "I-I'm Yoshi" he said in a soft manner. ""Older brother of that girl you beat. If you EVER touch her again." Yoshi made a motion like he was slitting his own throat and he walked backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn his back to Octavian. Now, he was in desperate need of medical attention. His vision was beginning to blur a bit and he was light headed from loss of blood.

"Fine. I won't. You earned my respect, Yoshi. You stood up for your family, and beat me despite being so scrawny." He chuckled again, shifting into a sitting position, before coughing a few times. He rubbed his throat, and winced. That really had hurt. He had never thought of punching someone in the throat before, oddly enough. Quite the effective tactic when fighting someone larger than you, it seemed to be.

"No offense by that, of course." Octavian finished saying, wiping some of the blood from his face. "Anyway, I see you're quite badly injured. I can help with that, actually. And leave you better than before. Don't worry about me trying to kill you in revenge, though. I promise I can help you, and there will be no funny business, got it?" He knew Yoshi probably wouldn't trust him. But he would help Yoshi now that he had earned his respect.

[Urran]

Of course Yoshi didn't trust Octavian. He had just threatened to kill him and he had tried to kill Tora. He wasn't going to trust him so easily. He bowed and smiled. "No thank you Your Highness, I have someone that can help me." He said softly. He saw Octavian's gun and used his good leg to kick it down the hall to him before disappearing around the corner. Once out of sight he pulled out his knife and used it to cut off one of his hoodie's sleeves and tie it as tightly as possible around his burning leg. He cried out in response and began to hobble down the hall. only now did he revert to scared little Yoshi. Once again he raised his voice to Gio. "G-G-Gio? I-if you can here this, c-come find me, I need you."

[Tiltjuice]

Of course Yoshi didn't trust Octavian. He had just threatened to kill him and he had tried to kill Tora. He wasn't going to trust him so easily. He bowed and smiled. "No thank you Your Highness, I have someone that can help me." He said softly. He saw Octavian's gun and used his good leg to kick it down the hall to him before disappearing around the corner. Once out of sight he pulled out his knife and used it to cut off one of his hoodie's sleeves and tie it as tightly as possible around his burning leg. He cried out in response and began to hobble down the hall. only now did he revert to scared little Yoshi. Once again he raised his voice to Gio. "G-G-Gio? I-if you can here this, c-come find me, I need you."

A hulking figure stood at the other end of the hallway for a moment, squinting over Yoshi's head.

Then it whisked away in a blur, so fast that Yoshi likely had not even registered its presence. The journalist had called on a figure in another pantheon, and he had time to spare. He would be in good hands.

[Urran]

Yoshi, in fact, didn't even registered the beings presence. He continued his pained hobble down the hall. He leaned against the wall and started panting. He needed to rest but he was still slowly bleeding out. He HAD to get looked at as soon as possible. If he waited another hour he'd be dead....again.

[Swith Witherward]

Listening to what he thought was quite a valid argument, and nodding. Drova knew when to admit defeat, and this was one time. He would have ended up beaten, bruised, and pitiful. But the end request suddenly blanked his somewhat humble-cross-between-defiant look. What?! H-He couldn't claim his sister, right? That was the last thing he expected, taking the next High Priestess, and more importantly, his sister?

"W-why? You can't do that." He argued meekly, suddenly proposed with a challenge he never saw coming. He loved his sister, and he'd do everything in his power to keep her safe, because, let's face it, Yuna would probably try hugging something to death.

"Of course I can," Will replied lightly. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of her."

Both eyes looked at Drova now. The fight had ended and Yoshi was hobbling back down the hall. The cultist's expression was neutral. "Well, I must be going. I'll come around tomorrow morning to collect her, what? Say after breakfast? Ta!"

He began to walk away.

[Giovenith]

Of course Yoshi didn't trust Octavian. He had just threatened to kill him and he had tried to kill Tora. He wasn't going to trust him so easily. He bowed and smiled. "No thank you Your Highness, I have someone that can help me." He said softly. He saw Octavian's gun and used his good leg to kick it down the hall to him before disappearing around the corner. Once out of sight he pulled out his knife and used it to cut off one of his hoodie's sleeves and tie it as tightly as possible around his burning leg. He cried out in response and began to hobble down the hall. only now did he revert to scared little Yoshi. Once again he raised his voice to Gio. "G-G-Gio? I-if you can here this, c-come find me, I need you."

"Continuing?" said the godling, who was now standing soundlessly beside Yoshi, several shopping bags laced over her arms. She brushed some hair from her eyes out of her face, looking at the young man with her purple eyes. "You call to me a second time... how odd, but I am here. By coincidence more-so actually, but you still gonged a bell in my head again. We're going to need to talk about this later."

Giovenith observed Yoshi's state, and her expression turned into concern. "What happened to you?"

[Urran]

"Oh" Yoshi said, forgetting about his own troubled state. "I-I-I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to disturb you...oh this? I-I got into a fight with Octavian and I'm bleeding out" he pointed to a trail of thick purplish blue blood that he had left. He gasped and kept leaning against the wall and clenched his teeth. It hurt worse than the rocket that killed him, partially because that medic had been kind enough to numb him and his spinal cord had been broken. But this, this was bad.

[New Aksarben]

Octavian shrugged, and struggled back to his feet. He blinked when his bolt-shot skitered into view. Apparently Yoshi was a nice guy. Even though they had just been in a fight, Yoshi had returned the prince's gun to him. "Thanks for that, Yoshi." He called after him, before crouching back down to pick up the gun, and then sticking it into the holster on his belt. Octavian then quickly retreated into his room, to heal himself and to get dressed. It would actually take him less time to heal up than get dressed, actually.

The prince came back out a few minutes later, and looked around. Apparently they had gathered a bit of an audience during their fight, and Octavian somehow had not noticed, except for that one guy who had tried to intervene. He somehow hadn't noticed them before this. It also appeared Drova was there. Which made him kind of embarrassed. Especially seeing as he had just gotten his ass kicked by Yoshi.

He sighed, and walked over to the group. "So, how much of the fight did you all see?" He asked, looking away from everyone slightly. His injuries appeared to be healed completely, and his nose was completely back to normal instead of being obviously broken as it had been only a few minutes earlier. He blinked as one of them started walking away. "And what was that about him taking your sister, Drova?

[The BranRiech]

"N-No!" Drova shouted after Will, standing there, steaming with anger. "You're not taking my sister! What would you ever want with her!?" He shouted, making his own ears ring out with pain. He didn't care, he needed to be heard, and he would be heard. "I will not allow it, take anything else, but her." He crossed his arms. "Or me."

[Giovenith]

"Oh" Yoshi said, forgetting about his own troubled state. "I-I-I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to disturb you...oh this? I-I got into a fight with Octavian and I'm bleeding out" he pointed to a trail of thick purplish blue blood that he had left. He gasped and kept leaning against the wall and clenched his teeth. It hurt worse than the rocket that killed him, partially because that medic had been kind enough to numb him and his spinal cord had been broken. But this, this was bad.

"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.

[Erucia]

"Yesssss..." Neil simply said with satisfaction in his voice, answering all questions at once. The music on the intercom changed.

"Are you ready?" Neil asked as he typed out a command on the console.

A metal vat sparked to life as inside the transparent green sludge within stirred. Small wires converged on a point as stem cells received their genetic code. A small bit of organic mass that began to grow in the enzyme cocktail. The metal vat's many attached components began to spark as time was compressed, cutting out the length of time that would have been wasted idly waiting. A full grown NuRay floated in the tank awaiting consciousness with 20% Grey Fox genes added for phenotype modifications to match his previous appearance, not to mention now a full sized tail.

"Is he ready?" Gretta asked as she jammed metal probes into the dead pile of flesh on the counter.

"He better be." Neil answered as he typed the final commands. Energy flowed through the probes, powered by forsaken children (the most effective soul search engines known to Raptors). Beyond the other side they would pull Ray into his new body.

---

Suddenly without warning a few meters behind Ray, no matter the scenario he was imagining, the ground shook as an elevator forced itself up through the ground. The very nature of the unreal lift repelled the very spiritual plane around it. In ornate letters on the doors were "VE", they opened up to the Art Deco interior as a strange green mist poured out. Like snaking tendrils creeping across the ground, the mist reached out to pull him in. Music played softly from the elevator, beckoning Ray to enter it's greenish glow.

The peaceful tranquility of the "Cool Catz Jazz Club" echoed through the backyard, with Ray stirring at a table in the corner. The fine sound of jazz played, provided by a band standing up on the stage: they were really the only 'people' that were in the full light in the club, with everyone else darkened due to the lighting atmosphere. Laughter came from all corners, the sounds of conversations coming from individuals enjoying their precious time in the club. Drinks were shared between friends, and a good time held by all.

Except that it really wasn't held by all: it was only a good time held by Ray. He'd made this scene because he wanted to kill some time before being taken back to life, and so he thought he'd create a fine old-fashioned inner-city club. He was seated alone, although occasionally individuals would pass by and carry on their words. Such greetings and meetings were appreciated by Ray, even if they weren't from real people. It was just good to have interaction again.

And so, as he sat in the corner with a fine mug of sweetened ale and wearing a replica of his finest suit, he felt happy. Heaven didn't quite seem so bad now, since he could focus his mind on what he wished. He'd made a few decisions on what he wanted to try and do once he came back to life, and was now simply enjoying the atmosphere he'd created for himself.

But it was all interrupted when the scene was shattered: the bar was now unlit by lights and the people were all gone. Even the jazz band left once the strange elevator forced its way through the wooden floor, pouring out a mist towards Ray; if it weren't for them disappearing, Ray would have guessed that Dean Martin's entrance would have just been part of the preformance. He'd never quite expected it to be this forceful or strange-appearing, but he decided that it was time to end the charade and enter through the portal. He took one final gulp of the fake ale, and killed the scene with the snap of his fingers. Taking a final look at the house, Ray appreciated the Heaven he'd been given and sighed as he began to walk to the portal. The time here had just been starting to improve, but he wasn't quite sure if it was his time to go back or not.

Heck, at least he'd be able to say he'd gone to Heaven before. And he'd know what to do once he went through the entry gate again, at the true end of his life. But now, he stood at the edge of the portal. The mist swirled around him, stirring in the nearby space and blinding the vision of the beautiful house on the rolling, windy hills. And so, Ray took a breath and leaped through the portal.
---
His eyes suddenly rushed into action, his lids screaming open as Ray gasped to life. Staring around the tank he was in, Ray's limbs spasmed around in bursts of movement in an effort to adjust to the sudden change. His arms and legs struck the glass at least once, generating some pain for him: at least he knew he was now alive. Ray couldn't quite check to see what improvements he now held, but he did make it clear that he wanted out as soon as possible.

[Swith Witherward]

"N-No!" Drova shouted after Will, standing there, steaming with anger. "You're not taking my sister! What would you ever want with her!?" He shouted, making his own ears ring out with pain. He didn't care, he needed to be heard, and he would be heard. "I will not allow it, take anything else, but her." He crossed his arms. "Or me."

Will stopped walking. "Take you? But you're... Hmmm. Well, I suppose you'll do just as well. But you really don't have her abilities, if you know what I mean."

He studied Drova from a distance, taking in his height and wings, and examining his hands and scrutinizing his face. "Yea-no. No, you just won't do. It won't work. You lack certain things to make it work. Sorry. But my mind is made up!"

[The BranRiech]

H-He can't use her for what he thought . . .

"No!"

At this point, his ears started trickling blood, having his eardrums popped again. He quickly shut his mouth and stared defiantly at Will. He absolutely hated this man already, one, for ganging up on him, and now he was taking his sister away from him!

"S-she's part of the family, she has a role to take."

[Swith Witherward]

H-He can't use her for what he thought . . .

"No!"

At this point, his ears started trickling blood, having his eardrums popped again. He quickly shut his mouth and stared defiantly at Will. He absolutely hated this man already, one, for ganging up on him, and now he was taking his sister away from him!

"S-she's part of the family, she has a role to take."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll see her on holidays. We're not totally heartless. You never know, she might actually like it. Tomorrow after breakfast, then! Ta!"

He waved and disappeared around the corner.

[Torsiedelle]

Dimitrus was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. She felt bad for poor Drova, and slightly disgusted with Will and the others.

Finally, she spoke.

"Surely there is something else you wish to take besides the boy's sister? That seems rather harsh for loosing, I think."

But then the man had left around the corner.

"Shit..."

[The BranRiech]

"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. "How am I to explain this to my father? He'll disown me if he finds out I failed to protect her. I lost that fight. I should have died for her, done everything in my power to fight. But I admitted defeat, and now my sister pays the price." He muttered, white hair falling over his face, obscuring one of his eyes, while the other shone bright with hate.

[Tiltjuice]

Dimitrus was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. She felt bad for poor Drova, and slightly disgusted with Will and the others.

Finally, she spoke.

"Surely there is something else you wish to take besides the boy's sister? That seems rather harsh for loosing, I think."

But then the man had left around the corner.

"Shit..."

"There is. You," another voice rumbled.

She was swept up, and up, and up over the big man's shoulder and carried off, without his pausing to notice either of the princes. He was no Astartes, but he wasn't anything too shabby either. Certainly far above the human norm.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

The peaceful tranquility of the "Cool Catz Jazz Club" echoed through the backyard, with Ray stirring at a table in the corner. The fine sound of jazz played, provided by a band standing up on the stage: they were really the only 'people' that were in the full light in the club, with everyone else darkened due to the lighting atmosphere. Laughter came from all corners, the sounds of conversations coming from individuals enjoying their precious time in the club. Drinks were shared between friends, and a good time held by all.

Except that it really wasn't held by all: it was only a good time held by Ray. He'd made this scene because he wanted to kill some time before being taken back to life, and so he thought he'd create a fine old-fashioned inner-city club. He was seated alone, although occasionally individuals would pass by and carry on their words. Such greetings and meetings were appreciated by Ray, even if they weren't from real people. It was just good to have interaction again.

And so, as he sat in the corner with a fine mug of sweetened ale and wearing a replica of his finest suit, he felt happy. Heaven didn't quite seem so bad now, since he could focus his mind on what he wished. He'd made a few decisions on what he wanted to try and do once he came back to life, and was now simply enjoying the atmosphere he'd created for himself.

But it was all interrupted when the scene was shattered: the bar was now unlit by lights and the people were all gone. Even the jazz band left once the strange elevator forced its way through the wooden floor, pouring out a mist towards Ray; if it weren't for them disappearing, Ray would have guessed that Dean Martin's entrance would have just been part of the preformance. He'd never quite expected it to be this forceful or strange-appearing, but he decided that it was time to end the charade and enter through the portal. He took one final gulp of the fake ale, and killed the scene with the snap of his fingers. Taking a final look at the house, Ray appreciated the Heaven he'd been given and sighed as he began to walk to the portal. The time here had just been starting to improve, but he wasn't quite sure if it was his time to go back or not.

Heck, at least he'd be able to say he'd gone to Heaven before. And he'd know what to do once he went through the entry gate again, at the true end of his life. But now, he stood at the edge of the portal. The mist swirled around him, stirring in the nearby space and blinding the vision of the beautiful house on the rolling, windy hills. And so, Ray took a breath and leaped through the portal.
---
His eyes suddenly rushed into action, his lids screaming open as Ray gasped to life. Staring around the tank he was in, Ray's limbs spasmed around in bursts of movement in an effort to adjust to the sudden change. His arms and legs struck the glass at least once, generating some pain for him: at least he knew he was now alive. Ray couldn't quite check to see what improvements he now held, but he did make it clear that he wanted out as soon as possible.

"I hope you're satisfied. If not, don't blame me." Neil muttered with a grin as he drained the tank.

Wires that were embedded in Ray's skin had ripped away and retracted back into their slots, leaving small punctures dripping blood. The breathable cocktail of bittersweet sludge was still in Ray's lungs and stuck to his fur after the rest had siphoned away. The thick glass slid open to the right as the foul lab air rushed in. The grinning reptile adjusted his tie as he patted his spouse on the back who had an equally big grin. The two inspected him quickly to make sure they didn't get the horse in there.

"We should hold him upside down to get the rest out, before he panics and thinks he's drowning." Gretta suggested as she adjusted her goggles.

[Erucia]

"I hope you're satisfied. If not, don't blame me." Neil muttered with a grin as he drained the tank.

Wires that were embedded in Ray's skin had ripped away and retracted back into their slots, leaving small punctures dripping blood. The breathable cocktail of bittersweet sludge was still in Ray's lungs and stuck to his fur after the rest had siphoned away. The thick glass slid open to the right as the foul lab air rushed in. The grinning reptile adjusted his tie as he patted his spouse on the back who had an equally big grin. The two inspected him quickly to make sure they didn't get the horse in there.

"We should hold him upside down to get the rest out, before he panics and thinks he's drowning." Gretta suggested as she adjusted her goggles.

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.