006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza

[geonomy]

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!


((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

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[pneumo]

[ His gaze snaps up towards her and some degree of alarm reaches Sascha's face, but really the majority of his attention is on the blood he's in the process of licking up. It's all over his face by now, up his forearms and making a mess of his shirt. What she may notice above all of that is the fact that while he had small pinpricks of fangs before during his physical, they are most certainly not that now. They're long, deadly, and made less for puncturing than rending.

Even he's careful wen he licks around them, running his tongue over his teeth. ]

......?

[dancingmd]

[Fangs or no fangs, Beverly doesn't care. She doesn't even have room to be properly horrified right now. All her anger about what's happened to Wrath is being channeled right now on Sascha for daring to do this, for daring to drink the blood of a possibly dying woman as she lies broken nearby. She yanks him up by the arm, with none of her usual gentleness, her jaw tight and her voice hard as she speaks.]

Get. Out.

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha doesn't fight back, not really. There's reluctance in his muscles but for the most part Beverley drags him up and back with no problems. He's compliant even on a bad day, and he's yet to have any of these here.

Hell, for him? This is actually a great day because he can't remember the last time he's been around this much fresh blood. The skies might as well be raining free tickets home to anyone else. ]

But-- [ He looks back longingly at the blood on the floor, lips pressed together tight. ]

[dancingmd]

[She gives his arm a warning squeeze, nails digging in ever so slightly. She's not fooling around here.]

Whatever you're going to say, I don't want to hear it.

[pneumo]

Nnnhhhh.... [ The urge to brush and push past her, to return to all that blood is so tempting. Sascha spends a strained moment looking between Beverley and the mess on the floor before he hastily pushes both bloody hands over his eyes and rubs the heel of them in. ]

Please!

[dancingmd]

No. I said get out. Now.

[Her voice is trembling with the effort not to do anything rash and she pushes him away, away from Wrath, away from her, away from the blood and towards the door.]

[pneumo]

[ And she succeeds, as much as Sascha would like nothing more than to return to where that blood has been spilled. He's bodily shoved outside, far from where he wants to be. ]

[dancingmd]

[Her hands are trembling, so she crosses her arms, hoping to hide it.]

And don't even think about coming back.

[At least, not while she's around.]