[Acro] GLoG 48: From the Ashes

[happyturtle]

"Hmph. Not as white as my hair, or as fancy as my dress," Anastasia says haughtily.

[Lord Iames Osari]

"And the man whose voice dripped blood? What did he look like? What did they do?"

[Fan]

Fans hand falls to his sword that he keeps sheathed at his waist, but it's not so much a aggressive motion, as a sign that he is ready in case danger DOES break out.

"Sounds excellent, I'll be sure to inform Happy about it, and discuss with her the nessecity of such a defense. Now if you don't mind, I shall take my leave, for I see a situation that requires my attention."

Fan then seems to move faster then one's eye can physically take in light, before appearing near Susan, (The speed at which that happens, for those of you thinking how astounding the above is, would be a 50 milisecond period ((on average.)) in which it takes for the brain to process the image that had been converted into a electrical signal.), and he attempts to take a pulse, and give a moderate look over her injuries to see if he can determine a vauge cause.

[happyturtle]

The ghost describes the events, which HT is too lazy to go back and read over to summarize properly. Especially since Iames already knows ooc.

[billtodamax]

"I'm the President of GLoG, Mrs Happy Amakirr... Susan!"

Happy floats over to Susan to check up on her.

Happy's player is easily distracted and might need to be poked more frequently. >.>

<.< Susan's player was at the beach. Sorry.

Susan's bleeding quite badly from a large hole in her shin, and there's a chunk taken out of her fore-arm. Medical attention may be required.

[Lord Iames Osari]

"Then he's free," Anshu says grimly. "I'm sorry for this. If I hadn't come here, this wouldn't have happened."

"Who's free? What are you talking about?"

[Fan]

<.< Susan's player was at the beach. Sorry.

Susan's bleeding quite badly from a large hole in her shin, and there's a chunk taken out of her fore-arm. Medical attention may be required.

Fan is a doctor, albeit a mundane one, no fancy magic heals for you.

He promptly blurs again, and comes back with a needle, some thread, a crap ton of gauze, and something to put her under until he can get some staples, and flesh grafts to handle the chunks missing.

Whoever said medicine was pretty?

[billtodamax]

Fan is a doctor, albeit a mundane one, no fancy magic heals for you.

He promptly blurs again, and comes back with a needle, some thread, a crap ton of gauze, and something to put her under until he can get some staples, and flesh grafts to handle the chunks missing.

Whoever said medicine was pretty?

Susan's unconcious at this stage due to blood loss, so as long as Fan can lift and maneouver her, then he should find this easy enough.

[Lord Iames Osari]

"I wish there was something I could do to help," Anshu says, watching Fan work. "Or that Nuwa were here. No offense meant for your skills, doctor, but she could have her mended and walking about in a matter of minutes."

Nimai looks away. The wounds didn't bother her all that much, but the sight of the doctor sewing and surgering made her uncomfortable.

[Fan]

"Oh I know, I would have some healing potions normally, but the infirmary seems to be dry, or if my own ability to cast healing magicks hadn't taken leave of my body after the onset of my most recent Torpor. I've still yet to find out why, or what had expelled it."

He says working with vampiric speed, and elven precision, deligent hands cleaning wounds, and grafting flesh. However.. something was odd, he had drank only hours ago yet he could smell the blood off Susan as if he was a man dying of thrist in a desert... Yet the thrist was not present... What exactly had required such a torpor? He would need to find someone he could trust to operate on him later, and figure it out.

[billtodamax]

Susan will stay under for the entire period of the operation, and, should it go without complications, she'll wake up shortly afterwards, and look around her.

[happyturtle]

"Who is free? Are my people here in danger?" Happy asks.

[Fan]

Susan will stay under for the entire period of the operation, and, should it go without complications, she'll wake up shortly afterwards, and look around her.

Fan will then promptly, gently, attempt to guide her head back to the table.

"You musn't move for awhile Ms.Susan. You may tear the staples out that are holding your flesh grafts together. Now. Tell me. How are you feeling?"

Fan says, having moved her to a bed in the Infirmary, and changed into a proper set of doctors attire, his black and red silk coat by the door.

[billtodamax]

Susan's head is guided back onto the table.

"In pain." She says. "Less pain though, so I suppose that's an improvement. Where've those two people that attacked me gone? I thought I saw one of them..."

((deadtime))

[Lord Iames Osari]

"Who is free? Are my people here in danger?" Happy asks.

"The Most Secret Ebon Mirror. Except I suppose he isn't so secret anymore."

"He is... an other self. The Abyssal servant the Neverborn wish to see me become, created when their minds became more fully connected to mine. He will seek to do their bidding."

[Je dit Viola]

Helen is here, in the main lodge somewhere.

She stretches...*yawn*...and looks around the room.

[The Bushranger]

((*observes that continuity appears somewhat...bent...*))

Brendan, presumably now wearing a dust mask, is presumably still busy cleaning out the far cabin...

[Recaiden]

Well, if they've gotten dust masks, Ashna is wearing one, and dragging out the last of the mattresses.

((Continuity has always been full of loops and holes.))

[The Bushranger]

((and loopholes. ))

"That's it, isn't it?" Brendan asks, his voice muffled by the mask. "Anything else in there that needs to be purified in cleansing flame?" he asks, his grin showing round the mask.

[happyturtle]

"The Most Secret Ebon Mirror. Except I suppose he isn't so secret anymore."

"He is... an other self. The Abyssal servant the Neverborn wish to see me become, created when their minds became more fully connected to mine. He will seek to do their bidding."

"That doesn't answer my question. What kind of danger are my people in and what do I need to do to protect them?" Happy says, somewhat annoyed at the cryptic words.

((Srsly... this is the sort of thing us non-Exalted players are talking about when we say Exalted characters aren't accessible. There is absolutely no meaningful information in that answer for either Happy or her player. ))

((Deadtime))

[Recaiden]

"Well, if I was at home I'd be worried that there's a robot, even if it looks different than the Droman ones. But you're not worried, so no."
She laughs and goes to set the mattresses on light.

[Je dit Viola]

((I got from it "There's this secret that isn't a secret anymore, and some evil dude did something"))

Helen sees that there's nothin' goin' on, so she walks out of the lodge and away from the GLoG grounds.

[The Bushranger]

"Robots gone bad, eh? This one's good, there's lots of good ones here actually." Brendan chuckles, stepping over to slip an arm around Ashna's waist after the bonfire gets started, a smile on his face.

((Dinner-deadtime))

[Recaiden]

"Yeah. They were combat machines, and there's no one left to give them new orders, so it usually ended badly."
She puts an arm around him and watches the fire. And gets caught in his deadtime.

[Lord Iames Osari]

"That doesn't answer my question. What kind of danger are my people in and what do I need to do to protect them?" Happy says, somewhat annoyed at the cryptic words.

((Srsly... this is the sort of thing us non-Exalted players are talking about when we say Exalted characters aren't accessible. There is absolutely no meaningful information in that answer for either Happy or her player. ))

((Deadtime))

((Sorry, you're right to criticize. Let me try to make up for it.))

"His intentions are to kill everyone and plunge everything into the Underworld."

"As for your second concern, I'm sorry. I'm newly arrived in this world and not certain how your capabilities stack up against his. For that matter, I'm not actually certain how he was drawn out of me and what impact that might have on his power, and thus your ability to deal with him. The fact that you drove him off once may be a good sign, but it could just as easily mean that he didn't feel ready to unleash his full might at the time."

"I believe I could deal with him, if he should return. I would be willing to protect you until the problem has been resolved."

[Lex-Kat]

One of the work-crew pixies is looking for someone in charge.

[Fan]

((Sorry, you're right to criticize. Let me try to make up for it.))

"His intentions are to kill everyone and plunge everything into the Underworld."

"As for your second concern, I'm sorry. I'm newly arrived in this world and not certain how your capabilities stack up against his. For that matter, I'm not actually certain how he was drawn out of me and what impact that might have on his power, and thus your ability to deal with him. The fact that you drove him off once may be a good sign, but it could just as easily mean that he didn't feel ready to unleash his full might at the time."

"I believe I could deal with him, if he should return. I would be willing to protect you until the problem has been resolved."

Fan steps forward then, having finished his medical work.

"I have fought Elder Evils with power enough to bathe the land in blood, and to slay armies with naught but a word. I have slain Dragons, and mages with power to decimate entire metropolis's with but wave of their hand. I have Conquered the Realm of The Lich Queen to ferry from it a Dragons brood, If there is but a single man in this facility who can stop this man, this Spawn of the Neverborn, or whatever you may call it. It is I."

Fan doth have some rather impressive experience under his belt, and I only mentioned things that's he's actually done through RP.

Then again, he's not one to interfere with others business, so he'll only take action if entirely nesecary.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Anshu smiles. "I am sure you will be a great help."

[Hyozo]

Otaso knocks on the door again, apparently not noticing the gathering at the lake.

Meanwhile the man in the cloak and his dog do notice the gathering, which they approach.When he comes within speaking distance, he'll ask "Was the note I read indicating that the Good League of Good had moved their base of operations to this campsite correct?"

[billtodamax]

Susan looks up at from her bed, looks around, seeing nobody else to open the door.

"Hang on a sec, I'll be right there!" She calls out, pushing herself up with her good arm, and hopping over to the door.

EDIT: Shopping induced deadtime.