Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Tiltjuice]

Slightly confused, Stephen sat up. "I'll assume that means no." he replied, still groggy. "Never again shall I open a portal to space nor the multiverse." he vowed. Suddenlt his stomache rumbled, a reminder that he skipped breakfast. "I doubt that carnivals have good breakfasts, but then again this feels more like a dream than anything else." He added as a pancake house was conjured into being. He was beginning to think that he really was still asleep, but this place had always had tricks up its sleeves.

"It's all a dream," Chrys mumbled in agreement, climbing slowly to her feet and trying to get Stephen up to start walking him toward the pancake house. Things had gotten a bit out of hand. "But pancakes, whether subconscious or real, are always a good thing. I'm sure the staff will take care of you."

She kept tugging somewhat single-mindedly, hoping he'd get up so she could wander back to the building for a stiff drink.

[Swith Witherward]

Naomi groaned and forced herself to not retch. The events inside the room had smacked sensibility and humanity back into her and now she found herself outside in the cold air and without much strength left in her.

"Flint and snake and Aegis," she muttered through numb lips. She could hear Marcus shouting but she couldn't summon the strength to open her eyes. "Flint and snake and Aegis. Clinic. Ogoti."

She swooned and slipped from consciousness.

[Torsiedelle]

Ah, and here came Marcus. Torii was still mad at him. Wait, he seemed distressed...an accident!?

"Gio and Yuna? They're already in the apartment!", She said. "What kind of accident!?", She started running off. Looking back to Myra, she waved. "C'mon, we gotta see! We gotta help!"

"Shit", She though. First a fight, then guard duty, and now an accident? Torii was really stressed, but now wasn't a time to argue. She had to go help her friends.

[Tiltjuice]

Vague memories. A strange turtle crawling over the carpet. Lettuce pulled from Hans' pocket. A statue. Cleaning fluids. A feeling of fog settling and more fog lifting. Coupled with the equally vague memory of MB biting him while he sat at the dining room table, Hans' impression of the Conservator apartment was one of curiosity mingled with a stern reminder that weird shit existed outside of the warp.

"A doorman," he nodded.

He hadn't forgotten that he was to report to Fritz. A small child clings to a banister before finally ascending the stairs to bed. So, too, did Hans cling to the excuse of finding homes for the Freddies. There wasn't any dark bedroom at the top of his stairs. It was a lair and inside it, growing gaunt on stale cigarettes and hollow rumors, was Plotter's avatar. The jovial smile on Hans' face became affixed. He would have attempted to impart a message had it been anyone but Dia standing in front of him. Tell your wife I love her. No. It was an unfair burden to place on Dia and Hans cast his message aside despite his growing dread.

His head bowed and he drew a slow breath. "I have to report elsewhere. I can't say if it's reassignment or something else. If I do not see you again, Dia, I wish to thank you for your acceptance of me for Chrys' sake. You're a good man. It's an honor to work with you."

"Sh - " Dia furrowed his brow and cradled his right elbow in his left hand. It wasn't any particular sign, just an odd habit of his when he was trying to puzzle something out. He would have asked "What acceptance?" except for Luce's order not to interact with anyone outside their group, as much as could be helped. Especially given Chrys' situation. He hadn't particularly liked it, but he would go along with it anyway.

"Mind if I tag along?" he invited himself, stepping right up to Hans' side. He wasn't about to take no for an answer, for Chrys' sake, despite all that.

[The BranRiech]

Hearing the scream possibly more than Gio did because of her hearing, Yuna nodded with her friend, agreeing internally that the sounds did match up with distress. It also sounded like Marcus. More reason to check then. "Yeah, let's go!" She nodded, ripping her arm from Gio's grasp, and running herself with the godling to the back of the apartment.

Meanwhile, after wrapping Flint in his tail-wrapping, Toscha passed out in the snow, still bleeding.

[Motoneuron]

Ki’Rek stood there staring blankly at the strange man for a bit, not knowing what to think of what he had just said. Ki slowly and unsurely reached out and took the clipboard and looked over its contents, immediately noticing that it was written in his native language. The first thing that came to mind was that this was a trap to recapture him but even in his current state he quickly dismissed it, realizing that they would not need or employ this kind of deception. This strange situation brought up questions and suspicions in his mind by the dozens, and in any other situation he probably would have left right then but his hunger and weariness quickly overwhelmed his rational mind at the prospect of food and rest. He awkwardly grasped the pen, hastily scribbling his name and taking the other documents for later study.

“I understand that you have food?” Ki said, a bit more eagerly than he would have liked.

"A doorman? That's a great idea! I should find a tailor to get a cute suit made for him," she said. Although she smiled happily, behind that was a feeling of worry and sadness. Although she was focus elsewhere, she had been paying mind to what was going around her. The plans to go to the dance were dashed away. The cultists had throw a monkey wrench in the works. She didn't understand why. Did they cause enough trouble for them? She crossed her arms and started thinking on what to do. Her face beamed. She had a great idea in mind.

"Heinz, I gotta go. I need to do something. It was nice meeting you. I can trust you to watch over these three okay?" Kale said, going into a run, "Bye Heinz!" And with that, she left the group and carnival. Her destination was the building.

She ran into the building lobby, stopping in the center of the room to catch her breathe. She walked up to Ralph, who was settled in a chair drinking an afternoon coffee. "Ralph, is there any rooms open for tomorrow. Like, can I rent out one of the communal rooms for a party?" she said, panting a bit.

Rudolf stuffed Ki's application into the box on the wall and a golden key appeared on the counter in front of him. It was labeled "7G". He settled back down and took a sip from his coffee.

"Hmm, looks like you're the last one on that floor," he mused. "As for a meal? Ja, we have those. The communal areas are right up the stairs. A kitchen and dining room. Rec room. Clean up after yourself and pitch in by purchasing groceries now and then. Keep in mind that we all share the place. There's also the Chaos Restaurant down the street. Very nice food, but leave weapons at the door. There's no fighting in there, and no use of magic. It's a respectable place. If you want Asian cuis-"

Kale tumbled over to the desk and Rudolf instinctively drew his coffee cup towards his chest. "A huh? Rent out? There's the dining room upstairs. No one has booked it for anything tomorrow. Sure, I don't see why not. Let me know if you want help setting things up. We don't mind pitching in."

He eyed her, worried over her breathless state. "Do you need to sit down? Some water?" The last thing he wanted was to fill out accident report paperwork. O. C. Demens was a bastard when it came to insurance claims.

"Ah, Ki'Rek, this is Kale from 7F. She's your neighbor. Kale, meet Ki'Rek. He's across the hall in 7G."

Ki turned to Kale, hastily saying “Hello, I am Ki’Rex. I… I have go”
He then quickly grabbed the key and shot off towards the stairs, a jump and flutter of his wings taking him to the top as he rushed to the kitchen. Once he reaches his destination he throws open the door to the refrigerator and pulls out the first thing that looks appealing. He takes the large slab of meat and digs directly in, pulling off chunks with his powerful jaws and devouring it until there was just a bone. His hunger relieved his tiredness quickly caught up with him, the floor of the kitchen suddenly looking like a perfectly fine bed to his normally logical mind. He would just rest a bit before going to his room, there was nobody there, no one would see him, just a few minutes rest would definitely make the trek up to his room seem so huge. He sat down, propped up against the kitchen counter, his eyes quickly drooping from his tired state and he wassoon rendered quite unconscious.

[Fraire]

I should have seen that coming, he thought. I wonder what he's doing with it. Maybe something evil. I better stop him. Tsanis took back what sand he had left and lunged out a large sand-hand (ooh, it rhymes) to grab the man. If he becomes regular cloaks, I'll kill everyone, he thought while he was doing this. All he wanted was the vial. Tsanis knew exactly what the man was going to do. Actually, he didn't. But he had a very good guess as to what would happen.

Jorgen looked at the two before him, and took several steps backwards. This had not been what he expected. He reached into his trench coat with his still-human arm, grasping a clockwork pistol he kept on his person at times, especially while traveling. This is getting sort of ugly... I should probably run... But there's no fun in that... Then again, there's no fun in cleaning sand out of my gears... He argued internally for a moment, trying to decide on a plan of action. After a short while, he simply decided to take a seat somewhere and look over the paperwork once more, his mechanical eye never leaving the two figures as he did so.

There was a ripping sound as Tsanis' sand-hand made contact with Deader's mass of robes. Much like that of a whoopee cushion going off, one of the many pieces of red fabric came off in Tsanis' hand, showing that the 'robes' were in fact very many throw rugs that blended together so seamlessly that only a Drone, or someone with enhanced optics like Marcus or Jorgen or Wren, could tell them for what they were.

The being continued walking, apparently not having noticed a thing.

Tsanis pulled back his sand-hand and thought about the problem at hand. Perhaps I should just let him have the sand. Then again, definitely not. Perhaps I'm thinking about this all wrong. Maybe I need to, instead of breaking into the bottle, break out. Tsanis began trying to pull the sand out of the bottle. The sand began to move slightly. Come on......

[Giovenith]

Speedily following Yuna, Giovenith found she had not been prepare for the sight that opened up to them upon rounding the back of the building, unleashing a bloody nightmare of so many of her friends, scattered in the snow like poor forsaken birds. She drew a short-breathed gasp of horror, and immediately ran over to the scene, which Marcus (who presumably had sounded the call) had already arrived upon.

"Come on!" she ushered Yuna, running over to the shredded scene, skidding to avoid dropping to the wet, slippery ground. There were residents from all walks of life in the mess, leaving Giovenith baffled as to any assumptions about whatever had occurred. The scene was overwhelming, the godling unsure of what immediate action to take (how on earth would they move Mister Dexter?!), but quickly decided to make a dash for her cold-blooded friend, Toscha, who she had spotted was not wearing his usual protection against the cold.

"Hang on, guys!" Giovenith urged, taking off her light coat and laying it on the lamia, in a desperate attempt to prompt warmth and therefore survival onto him, seeing as he was at most environmental risk, especially with the large amount of blood. There was no way she could carry him though, or really any of the other people here, not with her own strength. She immediately started fishing for the bag in her pocket that contained her bird swarms, thinking they could be used to quickly lift others inside, as well as her first aid kit. "Yuna, we need to get these guys to Ogoti!"

[ApertureScienceInc]

Slightly confused, Stephen sat up. "I'll assume that means no." he replied, still groggy. "Never again shall I open a portal to space nor the multiverse." he vowed. Suddenlt his stomache rumbled, a reminder that he skipped breakfast. "I doubt that carnivals have good breakfasts, but then again this feels more like a dream than anything else." He added as a pancake house was conjured into being. He was beginning to think that he really was still asleep, but this place had always had tricks up its sleeves.

"It's all a dream," Chrys mumbled in agreement, climbing slowly to her feet and trying to get Stephen up to start walking him toward the pancake house. Things had gotten a bit out of hand. "But pancakes, whether subconscious or real, are always a good thing. I'm sure the staff will take care of you."

She kept tugging somewhat single-mindedly, hoping he'd get up so she could wander back to the building for a stiff drink.

Stephen took a moment to retrieve the very real portal gun, which thankfully had not a scratch on it. "Thanks, I hope we meet when I wake up." He said as they parted ways, quite convinced that none of this was real. Inside the pancake house, he ordered some a short stack with blueberry syrup. He half expected things to take a turn for the bizarre at any moment.

[Tiltjuice]

The being didn't seem to notice any sand moving (which it was). The door opened with a hiss and some more smoke flowing out into the hallway. Deader walked inside and there came instantly the sound of an explosion from somewhere further inside.

Stephen took a moment to retrieve the very real portal gun, which thankfully had not a scratch on it. "Thanks, I hope we meet when I wake up." He said as they parted ways, quite convinced that none of this was real. Inside the pancake house, he ordered some a short stack with blueberry syrup. He half expected things to take a turn for the bizarre at any moment.

A floating silver tray with no one carrying it transported Stephen's short stack and a small dispenser jug of blueberry syrup out to him. Meanwhile, Chrys had departed, giving Stephen a wave beforehand, and headed back toward the front of the carnival to find Dia and/or Luce and then head back to the building to find Ray. Instead, she came across Dia and Hans seemingly facing off, and her face fell.

"...Guys?" she ventured, her bell-like voice wavering slightly.

[Fraire]

The being didn't seem to notice any sand moving (which it was). The door opened with a hiss and some more smoke flowing out into the hallway. Deader walked inside and there came instantly the sound of an explosion from somewhere further inside.

Stephen took a moment to retrieve the very real portal gun, which thankfully had not a scratch on it. "Thanks, I hope we meet when I wake up." He said as they parted ways, quite convinced that none of this was real. Inside the pancake house, he ordered some a short stack with blueberry syrup. He half expected things to take a turn for the bizarre at any moment.

A floating silver tray with no one carrying it transported Stephen's short stack and a small dispenser jug of blueberry syrup out to him. Meanwhile, Chrys had departed, giving Stephen a wave beforehand, and headed back toward the front of the carnival to find Dia and/or Luce and then head back to the building to find Ray. Instead, she came across Dia and Hans seemingly facing off, and her face fell.

"...Guys?" she ventured, her bell-like voice wavering slightly.

"Oh crud. That can't be....oh well. Who cares anyway?" Tsanis walked back up to his apartment to perfect the spin-o-matron 5001. He began writing things down on paper and randomly messing around with a protractor. "I need some funky slaps to listen to. Where's the radio in this room? Oh, there isn't one. Darn." He went back to work, wishing there was a radio of some sort. Suddenly, he got an idea. "I just realized why business is slow; because nobody knows that it exists! Maybe I should advertise...or that will make everyone angry. I'll save that idea for later." He began to grab a scrap of paper and wrote in marker:

Tsanis' Engineering Service
"We fix anything. We build anything. Whatever you want, we can do it!"

Tsanis got a two strips of tape and put them on the top corners of the paper. He then put it on the outside of his door. Tsanis cracked his fingers and awaited the customers. He then began to work on a large metal box to store the money in. If nobody comes, I can put flyers in all of the mailboxes, but I can save that for later, Tsanis thought to himself as he set to work.

[The Carlisle]

Ki’Rek stood there staring blankly at the strange man for a bit, not knowing what to think of what he had just said. Ki slowly and unsurely reached out and took the clipboard and looked over its contents, immediately noticing that it was written in his native language. The first thing that came to mind was that this was a trap to recapture him but even in his current state he quickly dismissed it, realizing that they would not need or employ this kind of deception. This strange situation brought up questions and suspicions in his mind by the dozens, and in any other situation he probably would have left right then but his hunger and weariness quickly overwhelmed his rational mind at the prospect of food and rest. He awkwardly grasped the pen, hastily scribbling his name and taking the other documents for later study.

“I understand that you have food?” Ki said, a bit more eagerly than he would have liked.

"A doorman? That's a great idea! I should find a tailor to get a cute suit made for him," she said. Although she smiled happily, behind that was a feeling of worry and sadness. Although she was focus elsewhere, she had been paying mind to what was going around her. The plans to go to the dance were dashed away. The cultists had throw a monkey wrench in the works. She didn't understand why. Did they cause enough trouble for them? She crossed her arms and started thinking on what to do. Her face beamed. She had a great idea in mind.

"Heinz, I gotta go. I need to do something. It was nice meeting you. I can trust you to watch over these three okay?" Kale said, going into a run, "Bye Heinz!" And with that, she left the group and carnival. Her destination was the building.

She ran into the building lobby, stopping in the center of the room to catch her breathe. She walked up to Ralph, who was settled in a chair drinking an afternoon coffee. "Ralph, is there any rooms open for tomorrow. Like, can I rent out one of the communal rooms for a party?" she said, panting a bit.

Rudolf stuffed Ki's application into the box on the wall and a golden key appeared on the counter in front of him. It was labeled "7G". He settled back down and took a sip from his coffee.

"Hmm, looks like you're the last one on that floor," he mused. "As for a meal? Ja, we have those. The communal areas are right up the stairs. A kitchen and dining room. Rec room. Clean up after yourself and pitch in by purchasing groceries now and then. Keep in mind that we all share the place. There's also the Chaos Restaurant down the street. Very nice food, but leave weapons at the door. There's no fighting in there, and no use of magic. It's a respectable place. If you want Asian cuis-"

Kale tumbled over to the desk and Rudolf instinctively drew his coffee cup towards his chest. "A huh? Rent out? There's the dining room upstairs. No one has booked it for anything tomorrow. Sure, I don't see why not. Let me know if you want help setting things up. We don't mind pitching in."

He eyed her, worried over her breathless state. "Do you need to sit down? Some water?" The last thing he wanted was to fill out accident report paperwork. O. C. Demens was a bastard when it came to insurance claims.

"Ah, Ki'Rek, this is Kale from 7F. She's your neighbor. Kale, meet Ki'Rek. He's across the hall in 7G."

"No... I'm fine," she said. Her breathing exercises helped her respiration. She looked back up to Rudolf. "The dining room? Perfect! I would love if I could have it out for tomorrow. Maybe a bit of tonight as well. Need to get things ready," she said.

Then Kale heard the noise. Kale turned around, looking at the front doors. She saw Marcus run off to the side of the building frantically. She turned back to Rudolf. "We should talk more later," she said. And with that, she was off again, out the front doors to investigate. She went around and reeled back in shock by the scene. She ran over to the woman lying on the ground (Naomi). She was breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down. She got into her stance and focused. Another seed fell from her hair and landed on the snow. It sprouted, turning into a table-like plant with very long legs. The grass underneath the woman (Naomi) burst through the snow and picked her up gently. It carried her and carefully set her down onto the stretcher plant. She released her stance and went to the others who were tending to the other injured people.

"Where's the clinic?" Kale said in a worried tone.

[Giovenith]

"Well, I was thinking of the center as being the knowledge we have yet to learn, but to get there you usually have to get to it by progression: Working towards the knowledge and truth through what you know and building upon that. I try going towards that center as learning is a passion of mine, and I want to share that knowledge with others, thus advancing the collective knowledge of ponies. The little colors in the dark areas are either glimpses of where knowledge is leading towards or leaps forward into unlocking the full picture brought forth by philosophers and scientists and other ponies that work towards advancing our knowledge of things." Sterling looked at the painting as he spoke, before looking over towards WIllow.

"I think that I like seeing the big picture and a glimpse of what I want it to look like before I start working. Like I think of something then work to make it a reality. When I read old books I try putting that knowledge into my own perspective to see if I can realize something knew that others might not have thought of before, like the connection between the ideas of primordial forces in our culture and the ones of this world that I thought of when I was reading and thinking about how our home was founded. Nothing gives me joy more than telling others what I learned to spread that knowledge, after all." He smiled towards Willow, and nodded to his friend to signal he was done talking right then, seeing as he did have the habit of rambling on often.

"Well I'm very glad you've put so much of yourself into it, it certainly reflects the thought patterns you've been following since we got here," Willow nodded along as Sterling explained the background of his creation, absent-mindedly flying back and forth while processing the given information, and the image itself. For his first try at the activity, Sterling had done exceptionally well both in execution and drive, though Willow supposed that it wasn't too surprising considering they were friends (as similar-brained individuals tended to be whether it was immediately outwardly obvious or not). "It would make sense to transfer your own traits into the new form. A must-have, in fact. Shame you probably can't take this piece home."

[The BranRiech]

"I . . ."

Toscha stirred, heat escaping from his body at a lesser rate. Yuna started to strip down too, taking off whatever she could on her uniform to return heat to the reptilian boy lying in front of them. She knew all too well that he'd need some help right away, same as the one girl lying nearby, her arm bleeding profusely.

"I-I . . . I'll be f-f-fine." He shivered, eyes glazed over as he tried managing a smile.

Yuna looked up from her work really quick, and surveyed the scene. It nearly made her puke, but she held that back at least. This was the worst she'd seen today, making the fight with the bullies look like a child's playdate, or a Pyersai's first attempt at flight, insignificant and funny.

"Let's get them inside, quick. Move the ones who seem most injured first, the snake takes priority. He'll freeze to death out here."

Bending down once more, Yuna cast a quick and easy spell near Toscha's midsection, a small flame emanating from right above her hand. It'd keep him warm and hopefully alive while they tried getting him back inside. The next serious seemed to be Flint, and Yuna nodded to Gio while looking over at her. "Get her inside too, and if you know where the clinic is, get them there."

[The Union of Carpathia]

Jorgen finished cleaning his machines faster than normal. Either I'm getting better at this... Or this place alters the flow of time slightly... Either way, I'm good with it... He stood, his machines clicking and whirring to life as he did so. He scanned the room once more, and nodded. He could live here, no problem. Very nice room indeed. He heard someone walking down the hall outside, and went to the door, opening it ever so slightly. He poked his head out, to see the woman from downstairs walking bye. "Hey. I saw you downstairs... Where would you happen to be going, if you do not mind my asking?" He was only slightly curious, and if she blew him off, he did not mind in the slightest, he was more than used to it. He stood in the doorway, awaiting her response, his mechanical parts now shining, rather than being dull and lackluster as they were when he first entered the building.

She responded, "Going to find a diner, get a newspaper and a bite to eat. Care to join me?"

[Morlodania]

Jorgen considered her offer, pulling out his pocket watch to look at it. I have time... I might as well... I mean, it couldn't hurt, right? He looked back over to her, and nodded. "Might as well. Better to be out with a possible friend then home alone." He puts the pocket watch away, and his mechanical parts whir around as he walks to her side. "Lead the way, fair lady." He does a small bow, smiling to himself.

[Giovenith]

"I . . ."

Toscha stirred, heat escaping from his body at a lesser rate. Yuna started to strip down too, taking off whatever she could on her uniform to return heat to the reptilian boy lying in front of them. She knew all too well that he'd need some help right away, same as the one girl lying nearby, her arm bleeding profusely.

"I-I . . . I'll be f-f-fine." He shivered, eyes glazed over as he tried managing a smile.

Yuna looked up from her work really quick, and surveyed the scene. It nearly made her puke, but she held that back at least. This was the worst she'd seen today, making the fight with the bullies look like a child's playdate, or a Pyersai's first attempt at flight, insignificant and funny.

"Let's get them inside, quick. Move the ones who seem most injured first, the snake takes priority. He'll freeze to death out here."

Bending down once more, Yuna cast a quick and easy spell near Toscha's midsection, a small flame emanating from right above her hand. It'd keep him warm and hopefully alive while they tried getting him back inside. The next serious seemed to be Flint, and Yuna nodded to Gio while looking over at her. "Get her inside too, and if you know where the clinic is, get them there."

"The wetness around here means my swarms will only be able to make a few trips," Giovenith clarified, locating her messenger bag and preparing to open it. "Before the paper starts thinning. I'll do Toscha, this girl, and maybe Dora afterwards if they can hold... Kale over there will certainly come in handy, though!"

She nodded over at the good Kale, who, despite the earlier incident, was still in Giovenith's good favor, and more so now with the help she was currently giving Miss Naomi. Her plants were making good of themselves.

[Cerillium]

Jorgen considered her offer, pulling out his pocket watch to look at it. I have time... I might as well... I mean, it couldn't hurt, right? He looked back over to her, and nodded. "Might as well. Better to be out with a possible friend then home alone." He puts the pocket watch away, and his mechanical parts whir around as he walks to her side. "Lead the way, fair lady." He does a small bow, smiling to himself.

Loud thuds intermixed with the assorted sounds loose change jingling in a pocket and the mechanical noise of an artificially augmented body as the old cyborg ran down the hall. He seldom ran anywhere; motivating him to give two shits about the world was damn near impossible on most days. Today was an exception.

He was massive, standing at 7' in height and most likely weighing as much as a small car. The brute propelled his amalgamated flesh and metal along with enough force to cause the lighting fixtures to shudder and sway. Doors rattled on their hinges. The vibrations traveled the floor and through the feet of the two people chatting with each other.

"Make a hole! Medical emergency!" The words came off as a growl and the cyborg continued forward; it was up to the other two to flatten themselves against the walls lest they be trampled.

Ceril's urgency would have been understandable had he time to stop and explain himself. He would have told them that there were precious few occasions when so many people were so gravely wounded from one singular event. He would have explained that the last time such a thing had happened, the entire city had been obliterated by Drones. He would have said that death occurred regularly but didn't ever touch upon his wife and daughter. Ceril hadn't time for any of that.

He ran between them, trench coat furling and snapping at their legs and thighs as he passed. Then he was gone. His footsteps reverberated down the stairwell as he hastened to the backyard.

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"Ogoti! Yes, Ogoti!"

Marcus wasn't certain who had said the god's name. Everything was a wicked blur; he wasn't thinking clearly at all but he did his best to assess all the commotion. Flint and Toscha should be light like normal people. Deuce was a solid brick weighing over a ton or maybe more with his armor on. Maybe. Marcus had never given much thought to his weight before. Naomi was as light as fluff. But his sister was merged with machine and weighed more than two humans combined. Her systems should have come back online by now. She was clinically dead.

He lifted Wren into his arms and allowed his enhancements to govern his balance. "Clinic. In lobby. Ogoti's in the lobby." He turned pleading eyes on Kale and added, "Please, that's my mom. Please be careful with her."

Swaying from the additional burden, Marcus began to cross the yard. "Yuna, fuck the snake. The cold will slow his heart rate so he don't bleed out as fast. Reptile torpor or whatever it's called. Get the cranky girl, Fletch or whatever her name is. She looks like she's about to die. You guys can carry her together. I saw Tora and Myra coming up the street. They can get the snake."

He was assuming Albert could walk a bit under his own power. It would take a miracle to lift Deuce.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii ran ahead, being the fast runner she was, and only stopped herself upon reaching the scene by digging in and skidding to a halt. Her blood was pumping again, but this time, it was for a different reason. "What the hell happened!?", She asked Marcus quickly. She surveyed the scene, and her stomach twisted into a knot; seeing her friends, like Dora, or Kei, or Miss Naomi and Wren being hurt like that hurt her, mentally and emotionally. Albert looked so...sick...she had to avert her eyes, to Toscha, but that scene made her even more queasy. She didn't think she'd have to see so much blood again...

Flint looked very badly injured. She was bleeding badly, and she was pale, too. That was bad, she could bleed out, and Torii knew what that felt like it wasn't good. That was who she was going to help first, and she'd just have to fight through her sick stomach and the coppery stench of blood. She'd done it before, right? She was quick to run over and drop to one knee, digging it into the dirt and rock. It hurt her unprotected knee, but she didn't care. Flint was in much worse pain. "Hey? You okay? It's me, remember, Torii? Are you okay?", She asked. "We need to get you to the clinic, fast. Can you take my hand?", She continued, putting her right hand gently on Flint's other arm for comfort, but also to feel how hot or cold she was. "What happened here?"

[Cerillium]

Torii ran ahead, being the fast runner she was, and only stopped herself upon reaching the scene by digging in and skidding to a halt. Her blood was pumping again, but this time, it was for a different reason. "What the hell happened!?", She asked Marcus quickly. She surveyed the scene, and her stomach twisted into a knot; seeing her friends, like Dora, or Kei, or Miss Naomi and Wren being hurt like that hurt her, mentally and emotionally. Albert looked so...sick...she had to avert her eyes, to Toscha, but that scene made her even more queasy. She didn't think she'd have to see so much blood again...

Flint looked very badly injured. She was bleeding badly, and she was pale, too. That was bad, she could bleed out, and Torii knew what that felt like it wasn't good. That was who she was going to help first, and she'd just have to fight through her sick stomach and the coppery stench of blood. She'd done it before, right? She was quick to run over and drop to one knee, digging it into the dirt and rock. It hurt her unprotected knee, but she didn't care. Flint was in much worse pain. "Hey? You okay? It's me, remember, Torii? Are you okay?", She asked. "We need to get you to the clinic, fast. Can you take my hand?", She continued, putting her right hand gently on Flint's other arm for comfort, but also to feel how hot or cold she was. "What happened here?"

"Don't know," Marcus grunted in reply to Torii's initial question; all feelings of anger at her were washed away by the events. "Came around the corner and found them all like this." He climbed up the short flight of steps and kicked in the back door. The lobby was at the end of the hallway.

The back yard wasn't pretty to any arriving on scene. a large obsidian device was embedded in the ground. A large group of people, gore and blood covered, were scattered in front of it. Some, like Albert, seemed able to move. Others were bleeding out or unconscious. The smell was dreadful as if a septic tank had ruptured somewhere. A snake-man lay in torpor in the mud-mixed snow. A young woman rested beside him, her arm contained in a makeshift sling which matched the pants of another young women on Kale's plant stretcher. A massive brute in armor was sprawled on his belly. An armless man had crumpled in a strange position not too far from the brute. Another woman, Dora who was older than the rest of the girls, seemed unconscious as well. Kei's condition was unknown.

Myra caught up with Torii. She was breathing heavily from the run and her face was a nice shade of red. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" She looked to Torii for instruction.

[Monfrox]

Flint's arm felt like a limp sack, and it bent in ways an arm shouldn't. Her breathing was shallow and light, and her hood fell off. Her pale skin was cold to the touch. Though the blood had come from her arm (her legs and lower torso were drenched in it), that wasn't the source of the hemorrhaging. The veins in her arm that ruptured and split when her muscle tissue and bones were sucked out hadn't clotted, not to mention one of her arteries was now gone. She couldn't hear, or smell, or feel. All she tasted was iron, and she was looking through a small circle of vision. Her empty eyes shut as she exhaled her last breath. Her heart stopped beating and she went limp in the girl's arms.

[New Aksarben]

"Okay, nevermind. Bad idea. Trying to carry a ton right now might really really hurt. Could carry someone else inside, like Dora. Someone around my size shouldn't hurt too much.... I can make it into the building and wherever we need to go with that weight....." Albert was somewhat mumbling to himself as he continued looking around. He seemed slightly delirious, seeing as he was talking fast, with very short and choppy sentences, and he just seemed slightly off in his manner and body language. It spoke of intense pain, restlessness, exhaustion, but also of worry and impetuousness.The ordeal they had just all been through had left Albert basically running on adrenaline and steam, and it was quite obvious that he was hurt badly in some way, seeing as he was pacing around with a terrible limp as he continued mumbling to himself about what he could do.

The personification stopped and glanced up as more people showed up, blinking a bit before coming out of his stupor somewhat to actually focus on doing something. He glanced around to see the injuries of those around him. Flint and the snake guy were horribly injured but it was obvious these new people would be able to help them. Aegis was missing an arm and was unconscious. Dora seemed unhurt besides having passed out, and Naomi was completely out of it from shock or something of the like. Deuce would be too heavy to help without getting further injury to himself, unfortunately. Albert was determined to help at least one member of their party though.

"I'll bring Aegis inside to the clinic. He was the one we were going in there to rescue after all...... I should be able to carry him. I just hope he's too hurt or out of it to fight back. Couldn't handle that right now most likely......" Albert's slightly Italian sounding voice spoke out to those nearby, and the old soldier started hobbling over to the man he was speaking of, grimacing with every step. He started reaching down to pull Aegis up carefully, not wanting to hurt himself or the armless man any further. No reason to cause any further trauma, after all.

"Giovenith, Tora, other young people, we need to hurry to get everyone inside and out of this cold as soon as possible. I can answer any questions later, once that's done and I'm not in horrendous pain every second that I'm standing. Don't worry about my health, I'll be fine in a day or so. Just worry about the others, as they don't have my natural healing rate. Might want to also get some of the older residents, to help with Deuce, as he's too heavy for me to carry on my own in my current state. I'm also not sure how badly Dora and a few others are hurt so could someone please check on them?" Albert struggled to keep a relatively calm and civil tone of voice as he spoke, trying to get this under control and get the people who had come running focused, instead of just standing around horrified. Time was vital right now.

[Torsiedelle]

The feel of Flint's cold skin, and the sick, sticky blood were familiar to Tora, who had her fair share of these things. At the same time, though, they felt out of place, or foreign, not things she'd normally encounter in her home. Then, Flint's last breath hit Torii like a ton of bricks. "No...", She thought. Her face went from concerned, to a total expression of shock and disbelief. "No...it's just her arm. Everything's fine, that's all, it's just her arm...I just need to wake her up. I have to, before I take her to the clinic. I have to. We need to stop the bleeding...."

She had to think. She had to think. Would CPR work? She stopped breathing. Torii was pressing her hands down hard against the other girl's chest, hoping that the shock or something would get her breathing again. No? She hunched over close and, three times, tried blowing some air into her lungs. Did that work? She had to stop the bleeding. Were was a rag? There were none? No, there had to be something she could use. "Gio? Yuna? Please? I need a rag or bandage.", She said with a shaky voice, much more distressed and scared than earlier, at the carnival. She began to tear at the side of her shirt, and promptly started ripping a long strip from the shirt, without waiting for a reply, and yanked the last part off, almost ripping her shirt in half at the armpit. She lifted up Flint's bloody arm carefully, trying not to let her stomach get the better of her, and she started wrapping it around the wounds as tightly as she could. The whole time she did, she was mumbling under her breath, praying, but also speaking to Flint. "C'mon, don't do this, you're new, and I want to know you...you're from somewhere tough, right? You're tough. Tough people don't die, right?"

She wasn't crying yet. She didn't think about people being revived regularly around the apartment, either, or healers, or any of that. Actually, Torii tended not to think about that stuff; her common sense told her to immediately help Flint, despite what was happening. She had to save her.

[Fraire]

Tsanis kept waiting patiently. What the heck is taking so long? Maybe I should wait longer. Maybe I should advertise more. Yes, that's an idea. I'll advertise. he thought to himself. Tsanis grabbed another piece of paper from his desk and wrote:

Looking to get something fixed or built?
Go to Apartment room 7B with the device you want fixed or blueprints for the machine you want built!

"Now that will get people coming!", he said with pride. Tsanis began making more and more flyers just like that. "Now to distribute them", he said after about a half-hour of making flyers. At least, it felt like half an hour. Maybe it was only ten minutes. It didn't matter, because Tsanis was done. He walked back down to the lobby and started putting flyers in every mailbox except his own, noticing plenty of commotion and injuries. "My oh my", he said, putting the flyers in.

[Giovenith]

"I've got these two!" Giovenith announced to the others, two paper swarms very, very gently lifting Toscha and Dora from the ground and toward indoors. Once inside, they would keep them suspended until somebody else (preferably a medic) took over them. Since they were taken care of in that regard, she turned to walk over to one end of Flint, crouching down. "Torii, we need to get her inside, now. Okay? I'll take her legs, you take her shoulders, alright? Yuna, Myra, get Kei!" The last part was obviously directed at the other girls.

Flint would probably be fairly heavy for the two young girls alone, but she would be manageable. As for Torii's pleas about her condition, Giovenith decided now was not a good time to address as them, as it was far more helpful to bring someone in questionable condition to medical attention than it is to get all poetic on another person's ass about it.