Sure, let's let her do it. And I'm going to assume it kickstarts regen, because...well that /is/ the point. Might still be a bit sluggish, but better than the mess he's in right now. and that means I can bring Cera in, so the post isn't pathetically short. <3
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They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~
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@TheMinorFall So you are. There's actually two part-celestials. Evin, and Illia is one as well. Different abilities, but Orion was in a /bad/ way. <3 Hm...how willing is Malie to risk losing a finger...
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This much could be said for the employees of the Upstairs: when a problem arose, they worked swiftly. By the time Orion came to, his surroundings were entirely different. Instead of the dark colors and vivid lights of the restaurant, a clean and clinical room greeted him. Someone he couldn't see shoved something that smelled a lot like flesh into his good hand. "Eat that," a lady told him. His broken arm was reset and securely bound so the bones would not shift as it healed, though not with a traditional cast. His various injuries were stitched and bandaged -- and hurting less than might be expected.
"I'd advise against trying to move around much, at least until your regenerative abilities kick in properly," a man in a lab coat told him, though he didn't come too close. He didn't seem particularly bothered by the fact that Orion was a ghoul and he was human, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be cautious with the instincts of ghouls being what they were. "Illia, how are you holding up?" That question was directed to a woman standing in the far corner of the room. She had her eyes shut and her hands clasped in front of her chest as if in prayer, and a faint image of feathered wings spread from her shoulders. "Well enough, Doctor. I have endured worse." The response was serene.
"Just remember you're helping two, not one. I don't want you collapsing again."
"I will keep it in mind."
The doctor switched back to Orion. "Your blood levels indicate a recent feeding, yet your regenerative powers were impaired. Have you encountered anything that might cause this, as far as you know?"
((Not entirely sure what to have be the cause, or how easily it should be fixed. If Orion has a good sense of smell, Cera's nearby, but not in sight. And the meat is not human, but it's probably not anything he recognizes, either. Something strong, though.))
This much could be said for the employees of the Upstairs: when a problem arose, they worked swiftly. By the time Orion came to, his surroundings were entirely different. Instead of the dark colors and vivid lights of the restaurant, a clean and clinical room greeted him. Someone he couldn't see shoved something that smelled a lot like flesh into his good hand. "Eat that," a lady told him. His broken arm was reset and securely bound so the bones would not shift as it healed, though not with a traditional cast. His various injuries were stitched and bandaged -- and hurting less than might be expected.
"I'd advise against trying to move around much, at least until your regenerative abilities kick in properly," a man in a lab coat told him, though he didn't come too close. He didn't seem particularly bothered by the fact that Orion was a ghoul and he was human, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be cautious with the instincts of ghouls being what they were. "Illia, how are you holding up?" That question was directed to a woman standing in the far corner of the room. She had her eyes shut and her hands clasped in front of her chest as if in prayer, and a faint image of feathered wings spread from her shoulders. "Well enough, Doctor. I have endured worse." The response was serene.
"Just remember you're helping two, not one. I don't want you collapsing again."
"I will keep it in mind."
The doctor switched back to Orion. "Your blood levels indicate a recent feeding, yet your regenerative powers were impaired. Have you encountered anything that might cause this, as far as you know?"
((Not entirely sure what to have be the cause, or how easily it should be fixed. If Orion has a good sense of smell, Cera's nearby, but not in sight. And the meat is not human, but it's probably not anything he recognizes, either. Something strong, though.))
@TheMinorFall okay, so...ghouls need flesh to heal, right? and they usually heal fast, but this time he doesn't seem to be. Alright, got Maxwell and Malie, but just them may not be enough. *flips through characters in her head* Evintarin might help too...though he's /usually/ angel or at least angelic descent. Then again, Malie's a soul-eating demon. But both are not the right power level for the characters in your world. Eh, keep the traits, figure out what they are later. ^.^
SO! I'm hoping Orion isn't doomed, but I'm guessing I don't get to heal him all the way, either. I'll do what those three (and the others) can for him, then. ^.^
SO! I'm hoping Orion isn't doomed, but I'm guessing I don't get to heal him all the way, either. I'll do what those three (and the others) can for him, then. ^.^
@TheMinorFall Dear gods. O.o
As the Seer regained her balance, assisted by Jareth, a sudden and pervasive sense of someone preparing an attack filled her. Tsitua had claimed she would be safe here, but she believed her senses far more than she trusted him, and Amuné had her knife in her hand moments later. The threat fragmented into images that flitted past her eyes. The man with the towel, dying on a twisted spear of metal. Pain exploding through her head as chunks of metal tore through it. Jareth, a look of shock on his face as he looked down at the blood welling around one through the front of his ribcage. His luck had failed him, and he'd been run through as he tried to move between Amuné and whatever it was that brushed threatening fingers across the edge of her mind. And when she tried to catch herself as she slid to the ground, she discovered the lancing agony in her arm was because the hunk of shrapnel had cut it clean off.
When Eric checked on the pair, he found her with the knife held at her side in a firm but casual grip. She was trying to disentangle her perception from the unusually strong influence her Sight had abruptly exerted over it. Amuné turned toward the sound of his voice, but the first words she spoke came before she was fully grounded. "A horrid fate," she told him, then frowned and gave herself a sharp shake. She'd learned not to speak visions aloud years ago, now, so why had she slipped? "Sorry. Ah, did you say something?"
Jareth didn't know exactly what had just transpired, but at least she seemed alright. "...I'm not sure," he said after a moment. "Something happened, I just don't know what."
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When Eric checked on the pair, he found her with the knife held at her side in a firm but casual grip. She was trying to disentangle her perception from the unusually strong influence her Sight had abruptly exerted over it. Amuné turned toward the sound of his voice, but the first words she spoke came before she was fully grounded. "A horrid fate," she told him, then frowned and gave herself a sharp shake. She'd learned not to speak visions aloud years ago, now, so why had she slipped? "Sorry. Ah, did you say something?"
Jareth didn't know exactly what had just transpired, but at least she seemed alright. "...I'm not sure," he said after a moment. "Something happened, I just don't know what."
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@TheMinorFall Oooooh~ I like! That is a /great/ way to play a Seer. I'm thinking Amune isn't really strong enough to do that sort of thing yet, or if she is only rarely. We'll see how it plays, though. <3
@TheMinorFall Alright, hit me!
No sooner was there enough space between the bars for the girl to slip trough than she did. But instead of trying to get as far away from Cecil as she could, Amuné flung her arms around him and hugged the Machina tight, burying her face in his shirt. She was shaking badly, and unwilling to let go, even if he tried to slip away.
Wyth came to brush forcefully against her back, though itnwas a tight squeeze between child and cage. Satisfied that she was no longer trapped, he turned his attention to the next task: protection. Most of the slavers in the room were down, injured or knocked out by Cecil's gauntlets. One was struggling to get back to his feet, and the moorcat applied a liberal dose of claws to ensure the man changed his mind about that idea.
The other Ydrans waited until Cecil had a chance to widen the gap in the bars and then slipped out one after another. Most gave him a smile or a word of thanks, though none were keen to linger. "How do we get out of this place?" demanded the skeptic, looking around. She wasn't fool enough to believe that the path out was clear. The older man gave Cecil a pat on the shoulder. Thank the Saints for your timely rescue, young man." He went to scoop up a blade from one of the fallen men, and the lady that had mentioned her children followed suit, though she held it uncertainly. "We'll try not to get in your way, but we'll help as we can."
Wyth came to brush forcefully against her back, though itnwas a tight squeeze between child and cage. Satisfied that she was no longer trapped, he turned his attention to the next task: protection. Most of the slavers in the room were down, injured or knocked out by Cecil's gauntlets. One was struggling to get back to his feet, and the moorcat applied a liberal dose of claws to ensure the man changed his mind about that idea.
The other Ydrans waited until Cecil had a chance to widen the gap in the bars and then slipped out one after another. Most gave him a smile or a word of thanks, though none were keen to linger. "How do we get out of this place?" demanded the skeptic, looking around. She wasn't fool enough to believe that the path out was clear. The older man gave Cecil a pat on the shoulder. Thank the Saints for your timely rescue, young man." He went to scoop up a blade from one of the fallen men, and the lady that had mentioned her children followed suit, though she held it uncertainly. "We'll try not to get in your way, but we'll help as we can."
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