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Post by Annasiel » Thu Oct 18, 2018 4:07 pm

The abomination by the door's reply did little to ease Chava's nerves. It only served the worsen the feeling of wrongness that emanated from him, augmented by the chaotic scramble of tones and pitches in his stitched-together speech. Keeping the thing in her peripheral, Chava shifted where she knelt, moving beside the injured officer across from Lind. She returned Lind's smile somewhat awkwardly.

"Hello, Lind. You are a good person." That felt wrong to say as well. Not a proper comment in the flow of conversation, contributed nothing to the matter at hand. Certainly a kind comment, a... compliment, was the word, but now was not the time for compliments. Now was the time for keeping the wounded man from dying.

The girl busied herself by following Lind's advice, taking one of his arms -- what was left of his arm -- and lifting it up. The gauze was already soaked, but the blood flow seemed slower now, an ooze through the coarse cloth rather than the gushing drip from before.

"He is losing less blood," Chava said, barely any inflection in her voice. She spoke as one might speak about a peculiar rock, perhaps, or an interesting portrait, not as one would about a dying man. "Less blood is a good thing, yes? It is slower. Less gone from his body."

Movement near the door caught her attention, and Chava glanced over, where a thin newcomer with a blanked out visor was entering the station. By their tone, they did not seem outwardly aggressive, but neither did the monster who had entered prior. At present, she trusted no one in this station, except maybe Lind. Lind was the only one she knew the name of that wasn't terrifying.

"You have asked for all names," the girl piped up after the cop in question had finished speaking, "but not everyone has given a name."

She frowned at him.

"You give your name too."
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Post by illirica » Sun Oct 21, 2018 1:34 pm

Someone actually answered. The information wasn't precisely useful, as Rian could have surmised everything that the stranger had said just by observation. People often were stupid, though. And they assumed others were stupid. Rian couldn't blame them; usually they were right. The opaque face plate was perfect for hiding Rian's Thank you for the recap of the obvious expression. Helmets were a wonderful invention. Rian's script had locked into the building cameras, but there wasn't all that much to see. It kept watch on the channels anyway, partitioning them off into a mental subroutine in case anything came up.

Rian might have just left it at that and gone exploring (anywhere that wasn't here), but the man's inquiry irked him. Rian glanced over at the addressed party. Selmalite thug. Nice chassis though. Still not the sort of person Rian wanted to be associated with. "We don't know each other," it slipped in an answer to the inquiry, before the Selmalite could do something stupid like pretend they were going to be friends.

The girl kneeling on the floor by the leaking guy (yuck) had a few questions of her own. And some observations. And that's why we state the obvious, isn't it? Because of bad assumptions. "Rate of fluid output slows as less fluid remains in the containment vessel," Rian pointed out. It was a helpful comment, but probably wouldn't be taken as one. That was just one of the many things wrong with people. They didn't appreciate useful information.

Rian hoped the leaking stopped soon. It could run an assessment diagnostic, then, and possibly find out some more information on what had killed the man, once he finished the messy process of dying. Dead bodies didn't bother Ryan. Corpses were easy. People were hard.

Rian had a feeling that the girl wouldn't be too happy if the annoying leaking person became a corpse. She seemed all right. And someone had to deal with leaking people. Otherwise idiots started getting the idea that Rian ought to do it, and that was just not a thing that was going to happen. Rian pulled a few vids on empathy to modulate its tone, then added, with practiced gentleness. "You can call me Rian." The vids suggested that she'd respond better to that than RETKON. "Rian" was more human-sounding.

That's me. Just another human-person. Rian Tavros, your local Neurotic Knight.

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Post by UmbraSight » Tue Oct 23, 2018 1:41 am

A tired smile curled Lind’s lips at Chava’s compliment. It seemed a little strange, given all that was happening, but it was nice all the same. “Thank you, Chava.” She said, looking back down as she finished tying off the gauze on the man’s arm. She glanced up as the other woman asked about the man’s blood loss, the amount currently on her shirt was alarming, not counting what was on the table or — so the fact less blood was being lost by the man, even counting the sutures and wrappings was far from good.

Before she had a chance to respond, the newcomer who seemed to be more machine than… man? answered the question. She nodded grimly, her gaze shifting to the officer who said he was going to try to get help from the main station. Could he make it in time? Not likely. Lind reached up and placed her index and ring finger on the man’s carotid artery. Barely anything there at all. She looked back to the officer who had been here when she arrived, “do you have any internal Jager communication network? One that would work during a blackout?” A long shot.

“Or — do you know if you have any blood transfusion bags? Does anyone here know their blood types?” O negative would be too much to hope for wouldn’t it? “Any forensic… thing you can use to quickly check blood types?” Lind asked, her hands slipping into the man’s pockets.

Jager would have the man’s blood type on his issued ID. Or, well, she hoped they did.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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