The Emissary ♈ Aradia Megido (
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thebastion2014-11-19 01:21 pm
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Day 248, Night ♈ Open
Who: the Emissary, the Disciple, the Psiioniic, and you!
Open: Open like love is a door
When: Day 248, some hours after this.
Where: Near the entrance to the Skyway.
What: The trolls finally drag their asses into the Bastion.
Format: Starting with prose, but will follow.
Warnings: Troll blood and injuries. Also, the Psiioniic.
Darkness descended suddenly upon the three trolls as they passed into the limits of the Bastion, the sourceless, diffuse light from the Skyway fading to almost nothing within the span of a minute. Though a bit surprising (at least, until the Disciple explained this was normal), to someone nocturnal it was like coming into light after hours in the dark. Night felt safer, and the lights in the windows were a welcome sight, even with the architecture so unmistakably alien.
They must have made an odd sight, the three of them. Though the Disciple had already lived here for a little while, her two companions were new. One was a woman, with huge spiraling horns (yet somehow wearing a fedora), her black-and-red pantsuit stained liberally with something dull yellow. The other was male, carried on her back, severely emaciated and barely conscious, with the same yellow substance oozing from and beginning to crust over dozens of punctures and gouges, the worst along his spine and head. (The yellow stuff, of course, was his blood. We are all completely blown away by this stunning revelation.)
The Emissary glanced from building to building as they passed, trying to determine which one was their destination. Not having an amulet of her own, she couldn't read any verbal signage, and while some of the visuals explained themselves, none suggested a culling hive1 to her. If they were to run into any locals outdoors, she hoped the situation - and the Psiioniic's urgent need of care - would be more self-evident, without the need to play charades.
1 "Culling" means "taking care of," or "nursing back to health." Obviously. Everybody knows that.
Open: Open like love is a door
When: Day 248, some hours after this.
Where: Near the entrance to the Skyway.
What: The trolls finally drag their asses into the Bastion.
Format: Starting with prose, but will follow.
Warnings: Troll blood and injuries. Also, the Psiioniic.
Darkness descended suddenly upon the three trolls as they passed into the limits of the Bastion, the sourceless, diffuse light from the Skyway fading to almost nothing within the span of a minute. Though a bit surprising (at least, until the Disciple explained this was normal), to someone nocturnal it was like coming into light after hours in the dark. Night felt safer, and the lights in the windows were a welcome sight, even with the architecture so unmistakably alien.
They must have made an odd sight, the three of them. Though the Disciple had already lived here for a little while, her two companions were new. One was a woman, with huge spiraling horns (yet somehow wearing a fedora), her black-and-red pantsuit stained liberally with something dull yellow. The other was male, carried on her back, severely emaciated and barely conscious, with the same yellow substance oozing from and beginning to crust over dozens of punctures and gouges, the worst along his spine and head. (The yellow stuff, of course, was his blood. We are all completely blown away by this stunning revelation.)
The Emissary glanced from building to building as they passed, trying to determine which one was their destination. Not having an amulet of her own, she couldn't read any verbal signage, and while some of the visuals explained themselves, none suggested a culling hive1 to her. If they were to run into any locals outdoors, she hoped the situation - and the Psiioniic's urgent need of care - would be more self-evident, without the need to play charades.
1 "Culling" means "taking care of," or "nursing back to health." Obviously. Everybody knows that.
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[She rushes over to grab him before he does some sort of permanent damage] Soft and I guess they sleep on them? They seem to be in respiteblocks. I used it as a pile. Here, on the bed you wiggly thing. [She glances up at Ibuki] Thank you.
eep sorry for late
Good grief, you! Hold still!
[Yeah, it was probably best to get him on the thing before he managed to hurt himself worse.]
Well, it's no recuperacoon, but it'll do.
[With Di's help, she went ahead to lay Psii down on the human sleep rectangle. Facedown, of course. Even if the B-wing healed things ten times faster than usual, it'd probably be a while before he could comfortably lie on his back. Aradia kept one hand gently on his arm as she turned back to Ibuki.]
Thank you, miss. You've been a great help. Uh - if I can ask you one more favor, is there a doctor in this village?
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[Don't mind him, just facedown, hoping to suffocate]
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[unfortunately, the amulet network thing was used so little that she didn't think of that...]
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He doesn't need one...if he'll heal faster, what would they do? Try to chop off his legs to heal his arms.
[She starts fiddling with the straps to his goggles, wincing when she sees how they've grown into his face. Peeling them off is a slow delicate process.] I'm going to personally murder the Empress if we ever cross paths.
Ah, she says she'll ask, Emissary. Ibuki--um, is there a way to get them amulets?
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But... ah. Right. That must mean 'Her Imperious Condescension.' The erstwhile owner of the battleship. She really needed to get that straightened out, but she'd wait till Ibuki had gone.
More immediately why was Di messing with the embedded goggles don't touch those. Alarmed, she turned fully around to try and geeeently but firmly move Di's hands away.]
Ah-ah-ah please don't mess with those, dear, we don't know how deep they go...
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[There is, however, a flinch and a keening noise at Disciple's claws start to mess with the goggles. More yellow blood starts to ooze out from every bit peeled away and his body is freezing up against his will. It hurts, he hates it when his hallucinations mix with real life and make all his pain feel sharper. It's only when the Emissary pulls those fingers away does his tense and weak body relax.
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Ibuki can get some more amulets! It's easy, they're free!
[and then... she gives The Disciple a strange look. Sorry, but she has really good ears]
Ooh, doctors must be scary where you come from... there's no scary bad doctors here that Ibuki knows of!
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I'm sorry, I didn't want her touch on you. [She hesitantly touches his hair, stroking and then looking up] Oh--um...
All doctors are like that, aren't they? [Bastion: shattering her world view since day 239]
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[Because let's be real, old timey doctors were fucking terrifying, and that's when they were trying to save your life.]
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Ooh, right, right, let Ibuki go get amulets and, hopefully, a doctor! A good doctor that actually helps people, not a scary doctor! Ibuki will try to be back as soon as she can!
[And she runs off]
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Ten times as fast huh? I wonder how long you'd need to be here before you look like yourself again.
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Well, this has certainly been a night.
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[Yeah, one hell of a fucking night.]