Crude surgery

[Adro]

This is continued from: Planting the seeds

Tilling my own grave to keep me level Jam another dragon down the hole
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren
One that pushes me along and leaves me so
Desperate and ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you
Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of china
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom

Desperate and ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you

Little angel go away, come again some other day
Devil has my ear today, I'll never hear a word you say
He promised that I'd find a little solace and some peace of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so
Desperate and ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless
Desperate, ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you
Over you

How the halls of mirrors within himself were set upon and ravaged, but to another story for another time. Now was the moment of reality and realisation. Action and inaction alike entwined to form the present at the pace that the universe dictates.

The Drow healer would now be put under a little pressure. In the shadow of the hanging locks her assistant’s mouth came to accompany the distressed eyes with a broken sinister element. Lacking now the tender care of if she were to live beyond this procedure, Adromaw grabbed to Sygnet’s body more intently. An angered yell from a tight jaw and sudden reflex, he yanked hard at the damned stone. His blood coursed around the multiple wounds and dripped from his hand, stained his ginger and white pelt and streamed across the shards protrusions.

His manor of actions ruthless change was felt through the healer’s connections to the wound. Jhulae tried to keep up with his assault upon Sygnet’s invading fixture. Amidst the convulsing of the patients body while Adromaw persistently applied brutal force in opposition to the mud like hold her moist flesh held, the Drow put the effort she could muster solely on the wound as it begrudgingly moved.

The patient, very much still alive though remaining in a weakened and abused state; reached for Adromaw’s throat. Her hand cupped and fingers curled at his flexing jugular, she bid to strangle the ‘cub’. Her eyes widened and hissed through her teeth “It’s – Mine! You can’t have it!” her low growl came before her eyes rolled back and body bucked as more of it tore from her. The ‘cub’ gave a muffled and struggling grunt as she clasped at him, what breath he could force in as her strength was not fully met. His left hand moved from her side, releasing her from his grip of hand and claw. But only to flinch to his daggers hilt and drew it into the air. His head still lowered eyes and grin maddening. She would prove herself to the Prince or prove a martyr to his ultimate cause.

The dagger had been drawn and sped toward her lower body, but a swift blur capable of sounding the air. Yet if you focused on it enough you could sense the eternity of motion it carried. He yanked upon the crystal with nearly the strength to send her body to hang like a carcass to tear apart daftly with the daggered hand.

Jhulae put herself to the wall in the effort, a sudden burst of her talent to seal off the majority of what would have been a gaping hole in a cadaver. As the shard had mostly slipped from the patients form, ever reluctantly under the weight of her body and the pull from its new semi upward direction it wasn’t done with playing with the puppets. The dagger in it’s fleetly moment came to but the surface of the patients rags when Jhulae’s hand had met his in a sudden snap. A force held it poised and halted in its intent but not only this, she also had rushed her remaining measure of grasp to the hand that would seek to silence the cub from this world. In her desperate movement came but an ending “wait…!” there after Jhulae was spent and would collapse upon the patient’s body.

In her rush and bid to have kept to task, the tip of the shard that protruded from beyond Adromaw’s grasp and cast itself upon the air was knocked and damaged. Blood smeared the healer’s hand that clasped to that which held Adromaw’s murderous utensil. Sygnet’s lashes flickered as her hand upon the bastet’s throat began to lose feeling from the healer’s final desperate action. It slid weakly away and with the weight of the healer now upon her form adding to the counter force of the greedy pull the crystal came loose from her body. She lost consciousness from the intense pain of the rather crude and last resort method.

After a dull spaced moment, Adromaw slowly rose to his feet his head still lowered. He trembled a bit and tilted his head to look upon the crystal in his hand. Tiring from both the ordeal, the intrusion and the healers trick to numb his action; the minor bond he shared with it would not be enough to hold. It would slip from his hand along with his dagger from grasp and they would clang and thud to the ground. The end of the crystal was missing and he couldn’t account for it. Be it in him, the patient, the Drow or hidden under their cloth. He could notice though blood upon his dagger hand that was foreign and she was unresponsive. “Jhulae!?” he demanded as he moved to her body, the direction from here locked within her slumber. Decisions to be made left to him? He called to her again with painful persistence as he nudged her.

The Drow lay unresponsive, locked away from him in a struggle far from his reach. The figures sliced their paths across the chess board even now. All the while, Alexith was still with the group. He stared at them through it all as it played until two lay both passed out and collapsed. He made his move then and bid his entry, crouching next to the feline male who was a little distraught. Mounting a two fingered search for pulse of both the women he gave his opinion quietly “we need another healer.” The man’s eyes fixated on a foreign hard fragment hidden in the mess of blood upon the Drow’s hand and dared not touch it.

Fortunately the man had spoken gently as Adromaw fought to make reason of his tangled thoughts and whispers. A sudden calamity would be enough to have him lash out with what ever he had left in him. Pulling fragments of thoughts before and during the situation he could place where he was and some of what he’d done though it all seemed to not make sense now. He turned her to face up and pulled her head to rest upon his lap. Stroking the hair from her face “come on, you are stronger than this” he leaned his head forward in denial “you’ve healed bigger wounds surely” he just didn’t want to be left alone right now.

Sygnet who had seemed to have been temporarily misplaced in the bastet’s recollection and being more than just a rug lay still though as much. Silent on the ground, appearing innocent and sweet after the cruelness she had embarked on for the last couple of days. Very much alive thanks to the efforts pushing the healer to the near end of tether. The while Alexith would take charge of the failing situation, in taking a risk he yelled to the disorientated assistant. “We need to find her a healer for that!” he grinned a bit after; it would visually take the sting out of the startle.

As the yell filled the young bastet’s ears he could feel the claws of his left hand extend, but only to retract again as he comprehended the need that followed the wish linked to the situation. Although he would be compelled to be thankful for being brought out of his daze, in a lack of wisdom and a moment of recouping pride. He shifted his head from view from the man and the while stroking the healer’s face he said flatly, “Go get one”. Stubbornness and pride mustered to hide the bleeding. All the while he refused to leave one who helped him without question in the past despite.

Alexith smirked at his words and stood up; his eyes began to glow as he cast a distant glance. His figure turned about and his gaze cast over the walls, what ever he was doing Adromaw was oblivious to it. “Don’t just stand there.” He grinned once more as he crouched next to Sygnet, the first of the patients. Pulling her hand and trying to put her over his shoulder. “I’ll bring this one to the healer’s” he cast a glance at Adromaw, “Bring her; no healer will jump from shadow.” Adromaw nodded to him and slowly rested Jhuale back to the floor as he’d collect his dagger. The shard he’d tie with the blood soiled bandage and hang from his belt before he’d move to pick Jhuale up. He’d be a little delayed and spaced, but he didn’t put up further protest.

In a place of oddity and finding it difficult to place himself in his mind as to what he wanted. Unsure and stunned he complied despite the wording having been akin to an order – again. And as Alexith picked up Sygnet over his shoulder, her body but rag dolled and swayed with his movements. Carried like a sack of potatoes, the care and charm of a gentleman brute. He entered the infirmary with the potato sacked patient and neared the medical beds, letting her gently on one of them. He stood silently in overwatch as he cast his blood vision about again across the Port.

The potato sack now resting upon a medical bed with the dignity of an innocent woman again would only whisper and whimper. Her brow furrowing as she struggled against something within. Adromaw followed with Jhulae in arms, placing her onto cot and half attentively removed the crystal and wrapped it further to protective physical concealment. His right hand was trickling from its punctures, the flesh pursed and the muscle growing tender became less active and functional. Holding the wrapped crystal at his side a moment and casting gaze to the blood upon his hands. He collected himself to kneel beside Jhulae eyeing her face, searching for signs of hope.

The trio cast adrift into their individual plights and with them a strange dark Good Samaritan.

[Sygnet Despres]

*grins* the IM's throughout this RP were hilarious ^^ the.. 'how can we screw our chars up some more' and ooo.. 'that's such a nasty, horrible idea.. sweet! Lets run with it!

I'd like to point out that Jhulae & Adro were of course the worst :O

[Adro]

Oh come on! We had some encouragement. *grins*

Ah the scheming times.
Damn remember when setting out to carry your characters bloodied body through the port and I hard-crashed at the stairs :/ which inevitably became carry her bloodied body take two. Got there in the end... :D


... but all the way back at the farm was hilarious. You trouble maker *chuckles*