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[Empiricist]

"How so?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Perverted, masochistic, obsessed with killing."

[Empiricist]

"Sounds like more extreme version of our one then..."
"Kelio... If only we were in our world... I know of a work around... regardless of why her body no longer recognizes harm, the issue is that healing magic is ineffective... but what if it wasn't healing magic that healed her?"
"Fleshcrafting."
"Exactly. It modifies the body regardless of its wishes... it can be used to heal her, whether her body likes it or not... yet none of the students with us are fleshcrafters... damn it..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"It's stopped healing in general. I don't use magic. I just tried to heal her and failed."

[Empiricist]

"Perhaps, but if the issue is that her body no longer recognizes healing, perhaps an art that does not care whether the body accepts it as healing may be used. Regardless, we do not seem to have any qualified people."
"Speaking of location, where are we anyway? Have you encountered hostiles? Why did we end up here?"

[wolfchild]

Fleshcrafting? you know, there may be some among the student's that can help, or maybe a unicorn could, the touch of an alicorn(horn of a unicorn)is supposed to purify not just heal. Sooo, I think need to find Kyle.  _{now where IS that perverted summoner}

SA! Stella goes looking for Kyle

[Empiricist]

"Does the portal just dump people here, or are there other factors in play here? Have you people encountered any hostiles? Or is this merely a benign inconvenience?"

[Twi]

"..."

Meanwhile, Miko just gives Angerus all of the huggles.

[Empiricist]

"Does the portal just dump people here, or are there other factors in play here? Have you people encountered any hostiles? Or is this merely a benign inconvenience?"

"We initially were transported to magic-nullifying containment cells, we broke out and exited the structure we were in. It seems that new people get teleported to our current location... As for hostiles, so far, we've fought mutated humanoids and living statues..."
"Thankfully, we took some equipment with us..."
Ricardo takes out an odd helmet while Arthur draws out an advanced, bullpup assault rifle from his cloak.

Spoiler: Ricardo's Helmet (click to show/hide)

It seemed to be a somewhat streamlined and angular amalgamation between a knight's helmet and a gas mask. It was crystalline and seemed far more advanced in design principle that its medieval counterpart and gasmask components were rather compact and weren't very obstructive. It had no real filter, rather it ran air through the crystalline protrusions. It was specialized to negate gaseous forms of pharmaceutical drugs, needless to say, it was used to protect Ricardo and his allies from his more indiscriminate spells.

Spoiler: Arthur's Assault Rifle (click to show/hide)

It used a railgun firing mechanism not to impart significant force to bullets, but rather, to fire massive quantities of subsonic bullets quickly. Essentially, through its enchantments, it could be firing a bullet before the previous one even leaves the barrel, actually, it could essentially fire bullets end to end if required. The main firing mechanism floated, locked in relative position by an electromagnetic recoil suppressor that counteracts the force of each bullet being fired. The sheer stress on the unit ensured that it was held together more by enchantments than by the actual solidity of its form. The magazine at its back that stored each case-less, propellent-less bullet in an ammunition chain, each on connected tip to tail. Each bullet was designed to have its outer four segments spin and fly off separate to the central piece. The weapon wasn't designed to kill with kinetic energy, it was designed to provide a delivery mechanism for the enchantments of the bullets.

Victoria nervously hugs Selina, she felt absolutely useless. In fact, she wasn't even wearing her bracelet anymore, it was in her pocket and their absence on their wrists concealed by her sleeves. Being so useless, failing to help Selina, had triggered another relapse. False memories of the voided superimposed themselves onto her perception. Were they false? Which was false? The memories of the void, or her current circumstances? Was she really a psychopathic killer who chose to fall in love with a cute girl and allowed a delusion to take over for that purpose? Or was she always like this and eternally isolated in the void, doomed to see glimpses of reality in the occasional lapse in her haze of insanity? Who was she really? She already had doubted her own personality... but what about her identity? Was she really Victoria Nox? Was she really a Slayer? Or was she someone completely different and completely psychotic, driven to seek refuge in an imperishable dream to escape the trauma of reality... if she was, then what was the world like? Was it anything like how she perceives it now? Were the concepts and constants still identical? Would what seemingly understandable veneer of her reality be incomprehensible to someone sane? This train of thought seemed to go on forever... how long has it been going for? She couldn't tell. As far as she was concerned she was back in the void. Time didn't matter, it was something to arrange events by, something to keep track of people by, something to allow understanding of causality. Nothing happened here. There were no people here. No cause. No effect. Nothing. There wasn't anything to keep track of, except perhaps her own deteriorating mental state. But she couldn't know it was deteriorating as her mind was compromised... voices and events began to become dissociated, the conversation in the background wasn't spoken by other people, it was spoken by her, to herself, in the background of herself. Everyone was her. There has never been anything else other than her, isolated in this uncaring void. Or was there? Maybe she IS the void, after all, she can't even differentiate herself from her surroundings. Maybe she was just perceiving herself, pathetically incapable of observing even her own environment. Except for one thing. Selina... She couldn't let herself accept that she was just a figment of her imagination... even though the rest of her vision began to fade into nothingness, Selina still remained in view... Why? What was the point? If she was truly insane, than her actual reality is unknown, hence it could be anything. There was an infinite amount of possibilities and this was simply one of them. One over infinity. It might as well be zero. Zero... Nothing. Nothing yet again. No chance of this being real. Just a delusion. Why couldn't she abandon it? Why? It was just an illusion. It isn't even happening! Was it because she loved Selina? But... if this was a delusion... then surely... shouldn't she be able to choose a falsification where Selina is perfectly happy? Why can't she be happy? Why can't Selina be happy? Was it because she wanted to suffer? To know she was even capable of experiencing pain and sorrow rather than just emptiness? But... that would be unforgivable... that would be putting Selina's interests below her own... no... no... no... it can't be... no... please... no... would Victoria really be as insufferably selfish as to do that... Would I be that cruel? Please no... no... if this really is just my fault... why can't she be happy? Why can't she have a happy, normal life? Why... She's a creation of my mind right? Then why can't I give her happiness? Why does nothing but pain and trauma come to her? Violation of directives is punishable by whatever penalty is most unpleasant and severe... identifying relevant penalty... penalty unknown... error... incapability to acquire relevant penalty is considered as a violation of directives... Violation of directives is punishable by whatever penalty is most unpleasant and severe... identifying relevant penalty... penalty unknown... error... incapability to acquire relevant penalty is considered as a violation of directives... Violation of directives is punishable by whatever penalty is most unpleasant and severe... identifying relevant penalty... penalty unknown... error... incapability to acquire relevant penalty is irrelevant. No penalty can make worsen my state... is that why I perceive myself as a personification of death? Do such concepts even exist, oh so temptingly out of my grasp... or is it something I invented out of desperation... something I want to obtain to escape by existence? It hurts so much, but it isn't painful... it hurts... it hurts... ithurts... ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts... end it! End it all! End everything... endit.. enditenditenditenditenditenditendit! End everything even Sel- no I can't! I can't... I could never do that to her... does that make me a bad lover? A bad wife? A bad creator? How cruel... my own mind is tormenting me with such things... with such sweet delusions of someone as perfect as her... oh so bittersweet... I guess I've always loved that flavor apparently... and now it's come to haunt me... I wish I could make her happy... I wish that she can escape her past... but that's all I can do... wish. An inconsequential action that is meaningless within this void... All shall end... All shall die... There will be no life left... Does death exist? Does it truly... or has it always been eternal nothing? All shall end... but what if nothing began? All shall die... but can something with no life truly die? There shall be no life left... of course... there wasn't any life to begin with... just an endless series of delusions... what's the point of reality? Does it even exist? Or is it just an inconsequential action that is meaningless. I have done nothing of interest. I have likely done literally nothing. Apathy does not ever begin to cover my attitude to what I've done... Apathy implies action. I have done nothing. Apathy is therefore not even applicable... Was everything I done meaningless? Yes. Was it all irrelevant? Yes. Do I know for sure if any of it ever happen? No. Does it matter? No. Do these questions have a purpose? No. Does Selina have any purpose? .............Who am I? I am no longer sure of my current identity. I am now unsure about the concept of identity? What is identity? What is concept, for that matter? Is concept a concept? Does concept have a meaning? What is meaning? Do I have a meaning? Do these words have any meaning? Do these questions have any meaning? Does this question have a meaning for that matter? Will pondering the meaning of everything ever bring meaning to my meaningless existence? What is existence? Interestingly... I have never been able to define such a constant... how peculiar? Come to think of it, I have never defined myself. It seems that this void is quite interesting... devoid of all concepts... of all matter despite the dictations for the Uncertainty Principle... devoid of all activity... devoid of any interest... interesting it is not interesting... how interesting, does that mean I am now broken? Interestingly absurd. Is this honestly what I've become? This pitiful mess... I'm sorry for wallowing in self pity...I'm sorry for being even less useless... I'm sorry for being sorry... I'm sorry for understanding the idea of being sorry... I'm sorry for everything... I'm sorry for existing... I'm sorry for assuming that I exist... I'm sorry for apologizing to you so much... I'm sorry for continuing to apologize... I'm sorry that I'm apologizing to you even though I don't know who you are! I'm sorry for spacing out like that sometimes Selina! I guess I do that a bit too often... Oh? You don't mind? Awww... that's so sweet! I'm really grateful that you love me in spite of my faults! ...Really? Thanks, I think you're cute as well! ... Please speak Selina... p-please talk back to me... wh-why d-d-don't y-you ever reply? Please... speak back to me... please... I'll do anything! I swear! Please! Speak back to me! Why don't you ever talk? Please... Selina? Selina.....
...
...Why must there be no sound? I'm scared... I'm scared that I'll regret this forever... I feel like for every moment, I regret every previous moment... I regret being unable to change that... I regret that I can regret and nothing else... I regret being capable of regret to begin with... I suppose that's all I am... regrets... regrets for what I've done... regrets for what I haven't done... regrets for not knowing the difference between the two... regrets that I dared drive myself insane... regrets that I know I am insane. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Nothing of interest. Why isn't there anything? ...Please let there be something... I'm lonely. I've already considered all my options... I have considered my considerations... And I have considered this exact consideration countless times before... I know not of what exists and what does not exist... including myself... I know not of what is true and what is false nor do I have any definitive way of telling whether or not those concepts are even remotely relevant... all I know is that I'm empty... and that it's the worst feeling possible to me... it's indescribably indescribable. Error. No bodily systems detected. Error. No bodily organs detected. Error. No bodily tissues detected. Error. No cells detected. Error. No organelle detected. Error. No molecules detected. Error. No atoms detected. Error no particles detected. Error. No body detected. Error. It hurts so much... Error... why don't I have a body? ...I know it's a rather silly question, probably one that will never be answered for certain, but I've always asked that question, in this void, I have no form at all... how do I even continue existing without any manifestation at all. Every time Ive asked that I never received any answers... not that it matters... these events often happen and I try distracting myself with such thoughts... to no avail... I don't want to remember... I don't want to remember anything... except Selina... Selina... Selina. That was the one thought that kept Victoria going within that void. Even though she wasn't sure why Selina had to suffer and whether she existed or not, she could not simply abandon her... she would be upset if she found out about this... that couldn't be helped... she simply just hoped that it wouldn't be too bad... after all, that's all she could do... hope... that everything will be okay...

[wolfchild]

((Damn, seems like it's been a while since KJ has been on, and Kyle was an npc and I don't think I can RP him even if I should, Ragnarok, can you at all, you were co-gm))

[OREOSOME]

Catherine has not a clue what is going on. Lucas just... sits next to Izzy, box of chocolates in hand.

[Again_Dejavu]

((Great wall of text Batman!))
Ray approaches, as slow as possible

[wolfchild]

((Also I must say, brilliant RP there))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Izzy is asleep. She looks REAAALLY moe~

[GreatWyrmGold]

((*pushes them apart*
no.
no more of this.
please.))

((Chill, this is barely an argument. More a statement of what was going through different characters heads.))

((And what was going through most characters' heads was the thought that Angerus's knife was going to go through Selina's.))

((Please specify how exactly your waking Selina up))

((Reminds me, did Matthew's dispelling attempt work?))

[SPI:25+500] [8/8] Targeted Lightning for a brief moment, bright circuits cover the entire hallway before vanishing in less than half a second. Will has a feeling that mentioning the statistics of lightning strikes may be a bad idea here...

((Thanks for the data, but...what?))

"WHO THE FUCK WOULD EVEN FUCKING DO THAT!"

((The enchantment or the calming down? ))

((...people acted unnecessarily hostile towards Angerus rather than explain the futility of his plan to him...))

((We actually tried. Well, I did, at least.))

((Or better yet, why not just anesthetize her?
...
I know I spelt that wrong.))

((It's spelled "spelled," and we're guessing that there is something beyond pain there.))

((Dang, Empiricist, that is a long wall of RP.))

"N-n-n-n-no... sh-she'd never... urgh... I'll... b-b-b-be f-fine..." Selina looks to be in a lot of pain still.

"...Could her opposite have done this, perhaps?"

"She was magically healed. That is apparent. It has worked. Otherwise she'd be in no condition to undergo her previous levels of activity. She had surgery. The painkillers worked. Now they do not. Hence this occurred in the last two days. If the only perturbation past that point has been this sealing... than it is safe to entertain the idea that it is to blame."

"If. Big if...Selina, what have you done since you got here?"

"Kelio... If only we were in our world... I know of a work around... regardless of why her body no longer recognizes harm, the issue is that healing magic is ineffective... but what if it wasn't healing magic that healed her?"
"Fleshcrafting."
"Exactly. It modifies the body regardless of its wishes... it can be used to heal her, whether her body likes it or not... yet none of the students with us are fleshcrafters... damn it..."

TAngel crosses her arms. Hadn't she mentioned this just a few minutes ago?