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Post by UmbraSight » Sun Jun 17, 2018 5:12 pm

Blood has a particular tang to it, basel and bitter. Lind rose to her feet as a man carrying another hurried into the room demanding a medical kit. The why was evident enough as she drew close, and caused her to feel a lump grow in her neck. The officer had lost his hands. A dry swallow proved insufficient at dislodging this lump. After a short conversation the officer she had been speaking to hurried off, returning a few moments later with a medical kit while the first man tied off tourniquets made of his shirt.

She hovered for a moment, seemingly uncertain as to what was next, before she finally cleared her throat. She stepped easy next to the officer she had spoken to earlier, and slipped her hands into the medical case, fingers searching out and finding what she wanted in the dim light. Absorbent pads, gauze wrapping, and actual tourniquets. She looked up at the two men, offering up the tourniquets, one for each.

“Use these, pull them tight as you can about at the middle of the forearm.” She placed the wrappings and pads down on the table as she stepped around the officers to the injured man’s head. She placed her middle and ring finger against his neck, the man was clammy, his heart beat rapidly but the pulse was weak, the same seemed true when she held the back of her hand up to his mouth.

Rapid breaths.

“He’s in shock.” She said, hurrying back around to the man’s legs. Starting at the hip she ran a hand down the wounded man’s right leg, and she had started down the left when there came the sound of the front door opening and a questioning hello.

Another person.

“Hello, yes, sorry we have someone wounded here!” Lind called back, her voice starting thin and frail before filling out as she spoke. She finished with the left leg. Nothing felt broken, she didn’t know about any damage to the spine but there wasn’t much she could do about that. “Please, find me something we can use to elevate his legs, we’ll need something for his arms too, but his legs are a current priority.”

Her gaze turned back to the station officer, “we’ll need to keep his torso warm, do you have blankets or anything we can use?” She looked to the other man as she picked up one of the packages with the absorbent pads and tore it open, “you wrap one arm I’ll do the other. Ok?”
//… 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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Post by Snowskeeper » Mon Jun 18, 2018 7:22 am

The machine-man had fallen behind a little--easy enough to track them by the trail of blood; no reason to stress things so early in what was looking to be a very interesting night. No reason to slow down too much, either, of course. No sense in ending up as mouthfeel to some project.

He would have missed the whine, and the vibration, if not for the steel in his ears. Far outside of your standard earshot. He stopped, head cocked, listening. He couldn't place it, exactly; neither sound fit neatly into his range of sounds, which was common enough, but unnerved him nonetheless. These bloody genestitchers...

He started forward again, and this time he didn't worry too much about whether he was overdoing it.

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The trail led to a small Jagger outpost. The streets were conspicuously empty. No rioting; not much debris, beyond dropped bags and hats. Okayyyy. He stopped near the outpost's doors, weighing the pros and cons of stepping through them. On the one hand, in this climate, they might start shooting, which would oblige him to start shooting back. That would not be a flattering incident to report. On the other hand, something was very obviously wrong, and he didn't fancy the optics on going back to look for his bosses until he had some sense of what it--

"שלום"

--okay, so sounded like they already had a ganger in there. That sure as sound parsed as ganger slang; all the structure of a word, with none of the meaning. Probably safe for him, then. Especially if the tough-looking Jagger had parsed his lack of open hostility.

He stepped through the door, arms spread away from his sides. "I come in peace," his best 'roboman' voice synthesizer intoned.

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Post by Quirbles » Wed Aug 15, 2018 11:57 am

Relieved that he wouldn't have to ruin any more of his clothing, Jacob gladly took one of the tourniquet kits and began wrapping it directly below the man's elbow, eyes partly glazed over with a drive to save the man's life. As time went on, however, the prospect of actually saving him became less and less probable. Both hands were gone, perfectly sliced off like he'd gone to a mod shop and asked for it himself. It was baffling. What did this?

Finishing the tourniquet around the man's right arm, Jacob took one of the absorbant pads within the bag the woman had ripped open and nodded, his eyes still locked onto the wound as he worked.

No jagged edges, no residue from any material, just... gone.

A robotic voice sounded from the front of the shop, prompting Jacob to look up and immediately frown once he saw where the source had came from. After finishing the wraps, the Jägercop made his way over to one of the computer terminals. The Blackout, hopefully, would recede soon, and he'd be able to report this.

"Don't go back out there. Something's lurking, and it sliced that guy's hands clean off. I'm taking that injured officer to a hospital after this outage is up."

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Post by Someguy500 » Sun Aug 19, 2018 3:17 pm

Luca's alert expression soured at being ignored, but he let the issue go. It'd risk agitating the stranger, and he didn't want any more confrontation than necessary, here. Instead, he followed Keeper's instructions as he looped the tourniquet over the man's...

Over the man's arm stump. Damn, what the hell? Luca grimaced as he pulled the tourniquet as tight as it would go. He hadn't seen anything that could sever an arm like this, before; it was a clean cut. At least, as clean as a severed hand could be. He tried to put the image out of his mind, it was bad enough seeing a murky silhouette in the gloom. Two more people had come into the building. One was another civilian, at least at first glance; she didn't look very threatening, though he couldn't make anything of what she said at first. A codeword? Probably not for Selmalite or Neuros, any corporate worker would certainly have to be more confident if they decided to step into a Jager outpost during a Blackout.

The other one he saw in the doorway after coming back around the counter and placing some spare uniforms on the man on the table to keep him warm. Only one word came to mind at first: big. Presumably a man, but he couldn't tell by synthesized voice alone. He came in peace, allegedly. The verdant green light in the doorway showed a Selmalite jumpsuit, underneath which was metal. Luca hadn't seen someone modded that extensively before. In the gloom, the mass looked industrial, threatening. The stranger from before looked at the giant before heading toward one of the terminals.

Before he could think, Trace stepped forward and put a gloved hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Hold it. You still haven't answered me. I need identification, especially if you're going to use that." He turned to the rest of the room. "That goes for the rest of you, too, though she," he said, pointing at Lind, "has already informed me."

There was any number of ways this could go wrong, he thought to himself as he felt his heart race a mile a minute. Okay, keep calm, regulate your breathing. Back straight, voice out, don't panic. Hand on gun, cover close by. Show them a Jagercorp officer, one they'd rather comply with than defy.
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Post by Annasiel » Mon Aug 20, 2018 10:51 pm

Chava stepped forward, assessing the scene. They were right to speak of injuries. The man they huddled over, young and gaunt of face with short-cropped hair, had a stained stump where his arm was supposed to be. It took Chava a few seconds to process. He was unwhole, incomplete. He did not match the proper parameters for human. She blinked, then quickly looked away, a blunt wave of nausea shooting through her gut. It was inherently wrong. Blood was meant for inside, not out.

This is dying.

The other woman had addressed her with urgency. Find something to elevate his legs, she said. Though the importance of such an act was vague, she was happy to do anything that would distract her from the inherent wrongness of the man's form, the distress she felt at his panting breaths. She began to rummage through the station, not entirely sure what she should be looking for. Something to elevate his legs. While the place wasn't sparse, it was practically devoid of anything practical for that task. Unsure if it would be any help at all, she grabbed a nearby chair, rolling it over to where the man lay.

On impulse, she glanced away as she approached, and caught sight of a hulking man entering through the door. Yellow clothes. Yellow was a bad color, just as bad as the twisting body beneath. Not a point of repulsion like the dying man, but... disconcerting. Unnerving. He spoke, professing peace, but his voice sounded hard and cold. Chava quickly looked back, deciding the nausea was far preferable to this hollow tension.

"That man. Is he safe?" she asked the other woman, nodding towards the monster at the door. She fell silent for a moment, then offered the chair, squatting down beside her. "I am Chava. I can help."
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Post by Snowskeeper » Tue Aug 21, 2018 4:19 am

"I'm always safe," Virtue transmitted, stealing the voice of a Confident But Roguish Male Actor. Wouldn't put her at ease. Wasn't supposed to. He liked the question. He would be safest if people kept asking it, instead of 'why isn't he out there fixing the lights?'

And, for the sake of identification... Well. Nobody'd ever introduced him on the big screen, or out of a box, so instead of going roboman again, he allowed his voicebox to dig through his database. It grabbed words from wherever it fancied, stitching them together into a series of patchwork phrases.

"My rolecall's Virtue. On account of how virtuous and lovable I am." And if They, whoever They were in this case, didn't have a wastepaper basket full of him by now, he'd be offended. And as for the Running Man, the Jager... Better to ignore his comment. He hadn't been planning on leaving, and any sort of acknowledgment would weaken him in the eyes of the others. If they thought the Jager could command his attention, they'd be more comfortable with ousting him. Would have been better to take refuge somewhere other than a Jager office, for that matter, but you take what you get.

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Post by UmbraSight » Thu Aug 23, 2018 7:25 pm

A girl who spoke a language in a strange tongue, a large person who seemed more machine than man, a harried young officer, and the gruff man who was across the makeshift medic station from her. A total strange assortment drawn together by fear of the dark, not that the fear didn’t seem very justified at the moment.

The cuts were, after all, done very neatly.

Lind kept herself as steady as she could as she pressed the absorbent pad over the stumps. If he lived long enough, the cutters wouldn’t have any trouble attaching prosthetics, the sardonic thought bubbled up from somewhere in the back of her mind, and she frowned at it as she began to wind her gauze around the officer’s arm.

The other woman drew close, with a chair following in tow behind her. Lind flashed the woman a strained smile as her thin fingers pulled the gauze wrapping tight and tied off the end. Not the best, but it would hold. She ran the back of her hand across her forehead, leaving behind a smear of blood as she hurried over to Chava.

“The chair looks like it will work, thank you.” She said, carefully taking it from Chava. She scooted it over to the table and propped the wounded man’s legs up on the backrest. It wasn’t perfect, but it was just tall enough to help somewhat. “We’ll want to elevate his arms too, to help limit the blood loss, and after that,” what? She racked her brain, trying to place anything she had missed, but came up empty.

“We’ll have to keep him stable as we can and call for help as soon as we are able.”

She glanced over at the station officer, before her gaze again flicked around the room.

“I’m Lind.” She offered simply.
//… 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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Post by Quirbles » Sat Oct 13, 2018 6:22 pm

Two clicks at the keyboard. Nothing. Jacob's hand snapped down to the mouse connected to the computer and thrashed it side-to-side upon its cloth pad, half-hoping that the screen would light up after waking from a sleep mode, but no such luck was thrown his way. Letting out a sigh from his two nostrils, Strevian jerked himself away from the grip placed upon his shoulder and unholstered his pistol, his free hand gravitating to the badge clipped to the lining of his jacket and flashing it for the outpost cop to see.

"Don't fuckin' touch me. You think if I was some random civilian, I'd know what the back room has? That I'd even bring this guy into this place without knowing it's an outpost?" Jacob spoke, his tone concise and even slightly raised as he returned the badge to its spot within his pocket. His gun, however, remained gripped in his left hand. Maybe he was acting belligerent, but a man was dying.

"Ask questions when a man's not dying from blood loss. Like why there's a Selmanite in our outpost right now." He muttered lowly, shaking his head as he took a step back and let out another sigh.

"Look, I don't know if he's going to make it if we just wait— who knows how long this shit's going to last," Jacob muttered, reneging upon his initial statement to the bunch. He took two steps towards the doorway before stopping. Frantic. You're beginning to act frantic. Calm the fuck down.

"I'll see if I can go out and get help, maybe. HQ can't be too far, can it?"

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Post by illirica » Sun Oct 14, 2018 2:53 am

Blackout.

White light.

Code: Red.

It all started out very soothing. Rian Tavros was not the sort of person who liked to be outside. Rian Tavros was not even the sort of person who liked to be outside a computer. It was much more comfortable under its self-assigned alias RETKON. The geas in the code, and not the ghost in the shell of a person. The blackouts were different, though. With all the lights gone out, there was no one to look at you. Rian didn't like to be looked at. Bodies were weird. People were weird. Code was much easier. Code made sense. The lights were out, though, and Rian's timer said it hadn't been outside in six days. Ordinarily it could have waited another two, maybe three, but with the blackout in effect, there was no better time. It was too dark for anyone to look at it. That was nice.

That didn't stop Rian from suiting up, though - jumpsuit and helmet donned quickly, the world viewed through a set of sterile cameras. Rian checked the hallway cameras before stepping out as well, but eventually managed to make it outside. Most of the people were inside. That was good. Rian wasn't very good with people. Small interactions were best. Interactions with purpose. Those weren't bad - they were just like code, really. Request_Coffee.exe / Initiate_transaction. The conversations followed a script, a set of parameters, and Rian could pretend that it was talking to a 'bot on a gaming network. For being outside, Rian was about as calm as ever.

The light changed that. Rian wasn't very close, but it didn't have to be. With a light that bright, anyone in the area would be able to see it. The opticals and camera units in Rian's helmet dimmed automatically, and it edged off towards the side, staying near the buildings as people started wandering out to gawk. Maybe this wasn't the best time for this, after all. Rian was debating whether it would be better just to turn around and go back to the code when the sound of gunshots echoed - not even that far away.

Now it would definitely be a good idea to go home - but like any Neuros Tavri, Rian was... curious. It wanted to know more about the situation. Knowledge was a sort of power. The more you knew, the more you could feed into the code. The better you could adapt. Adaptation was important. It was necessary for survival. Audio targeting software triangulated the sound decently well, and Rian did its best to avoid as many people as possible on the way there. Really, why were all these people out here? They were supposed to be inside, or on another continent, or generally not anywhere near Rian.

The building was full of people. That was the disadvantage of a shelter. People took shelter in it. Rian kept its helmet opaque, and went in anyway. It didn't take too long to find the group. One of them was leaking. Yuck. Fortunately it was already being handled. Rian thought its own fluids were disgusting enough; other peoples' fluids were a line that Rian was not willing to cross. Someone was talking about going for help - Rian leaned back against the wall and tried to hack into any building cameras available. If it could find the data storage, it could play back the loops, maybe get an idea of what had been going on here before it arrived.

Or, it supposed, it could just ask.

Yuck.

In the name of information, it made the sacrifice. "What's going on?"

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Post by Someguy500 » Wed Oct 17, 2018 3:10 am

Trace let his hand drop from the gun. He wanted to say that this guy could've guessed the contents of the backroom, that these people around here didn't seem to think it was any random building they were standing in. But he let the topic drop, same as his grip; the badge said enough, and trying to get the last word in wouldn't help matters. Someone else had walked in the front door, and he turned his attention to it, almost glad for the distraction. A blank screen over the newcomer's face shielded it, giving a neutral impression. He or she dressed loosely From the anonymous helmet and jumpsuit, an ugly thought presented itself. Did the Virtue the Selmalite 'borg call in reinforcements?

The officer bit his tongue. There was still a chance this wouldn't end with guns drawn and people dead. He responded with a curt nod, acknowledging the suited presence. "Some of us are hiding out in here while the blackout blows over. There's injured here." He looked at Virtue, who seemed content enough to watch them rescue the dying cop without drawing weapons. "Someone you know?"
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