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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[theboogieman]

[latching is good. fear is a sign of life, and all that.

Zhas has no affinity (nor mental capacity, honestly) for magic of any kind, but he's always sworn that his Clearsight nature gives him some... extra sense around the stuff. he knows when it's around, he knows when it's about to try to kill him. once, another time he was badly concussed, he picked up the nearest object and smashed in the face of a vampire with what happened to be the blunt end of his rifle--all because he'd felt something dangerous was there when the rest of him could barely see or think.

here's another one of those times. he's not doing so great at processing, but he reaches over and gives Syeira a shove in the shoulder without really looking at her.]

Stop.

[because her energy is draining and he can't carry two bodies home.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She's extremely focused on what she's doing, determined to keep Coil among the living. So when Zhas shoves her, it throws her off her words, rocks her sideways a little. But only for a half a second.

The other half of that second has her snatching Zhas' wrist and giving him a fierce look. One he hasn't likely ever seen on her face. She's growing tired, yes, but her will is strong enough to keep her going farther than she should push herself.]

My life isn't in danger. His is, so I'll stop when there's nothing left in me, and not before. Now get back to work.

[Because she is, dropping his wrist harshly and putting the hand back over Coil's ribs where it needs to be. And she's right back to casting again.]

[theboogieman]

[if he was not sick and tired and confused right now, he probably would have kicked her. as it is, he takes his arm back with something akin to a glare, ducks his head down, and mutters something that's probably not very nice.

it's just not in English, or Common, or any other language that translates automatically around here. at least he goes back to trying to keep Coil still, doing what he's told in the end.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Well maybe it's a blessing in disguise that he's less than at his peak, because kicking her would probably cause more problems than it would fix. In particular, it would waste what little energy she has left. So it's a good thing he doesn't pick the fight.

The words she's speaking change though. No more intelligible than before, but definitely different. She's switched to casting her lighter heal spell, because she's almost tapped out, and she can squeeze a few more of those ought of herself than one more of the moderate version.

She gets to about five when she's officially hit the wall of her abilities. Her vision has sparkles dancing in front of it, and every part of here feels too heavy, full of lactic acid as if she's just done a full body work out. Face red from exertion, she sort of slumps off her knees onto her butt. Wiped out.]

He still...needs a healer...

[ But that scary bruising on his chest is significantly reduced. The bones are back in place, but still in need of mending. He's not going to die now, but he's still going to feel like he's been used as a blacksmith's anvil.]