Toaster & Xantalos & DAF & GWGSummon a shit ton of bandages of varying sizes.
Also very many first aid kits.
You summon a cloud of bandage-confetti that fill up the area your intestines are supposed to be, soaking up in blood, other bodily fluids and the half-processed remains of your last meal. This is unhelpful.
You pass out from the blood loss. Hey, at least you're no longer in pain?
"Hang in there and let me try this!"
Attempt to summon a robotic replica of whatever body part that Alan is missing. Install it.
As the Roomba runs away, its small wheels leaving a bloody trail on the ground, John tries to create a robotic replacement for Alan's intestines. Because surely using the same powers that caused this problem to create complex equipment that will require extensive surgery to install and then doing said extensive surgery with no other tools available or any previous medical knowledge is the way to go here.
No parts materialize in the air, no device is assembled. Your powers refuse to work. Is it because of how you feel? Is it because of the complexity of the device you are trying to envision? Who knows? Perhaps it is for the best.
"I know, I know. I'm just surprised that this isn't the first time someone did that."
"Yeah, there was some guy in Earth-12750 that had the ability to 'speak' to machines and enhance them with the right words, like a wizard. He was a bit messed up in the head though, so he entered a vacuum cleaner factory and tried to trigger a robot revolution. Predictably, it didn't go very well. For him at least."Interface, Irine: <After we help the vacuum cleaner victim out, I'll head back as soon as I can.>
As he and Angel were walking to help them, he mused over the statements of Scion. He was saddened, really. She cared about winning, but he cared about his friends. Heck, the reason he was here at all was because he had sacrificed himself to take down his Shadow, Zedekiah, for his friends! In doing so, he had escaped the control of Eido and instead landed within the grasp of these entities.
Zechariah already knew that he had the power to end it all or save it all, or at least that was what Artemis told him when they had defeated Metatron. But he didn't want it for himself, he wanted it for his friends only. He didn't care what power he had, but if it means that his friends were saved then he was happy.
"Please, just hear me out Scion... abandon me and connect with one of the others. The only thing I have to offer you is disappointment, because I am here to make sure everyone else makes it out alive and well, hopefully to help their own worlds build. I don't have whatever potential you are talking about, and I have no expectations for victory, at least for myself."
Zechariah hesitated for a moment.
"I don't want to be a king of power. If I am to be a king of anything, I want to be a king of the people, by the people. By my friends. Beside my friends. Through and with them, together.
...Then again, I don't expect you deities to get that, considering you seem to bicker among yourselves. So it's okay, I don't blame you, Scion."
I'm gonna get it, he thought. Not more than an hour in and already defying the game. Haha, it's just like with Artemis.
Continue.
"If you want to be the king of the people, then I'm sure we could work some kind of mind control ability into you." The entity proceeds to laugh, a strange otherworldly sound made up of a chorus of distorted female voices. Despite the many different voices, each with its own pitch, timbre and tempo, it seems oddly harmonious and musical.
"Silly mortal. Your naivety amuses me. But enough of this for now. You and your... 'friends' are in danger and you have a job to do."Continue heading towards the victims of the Rabid Roomba Rampage.
Angel and Zach arrive at the site of the Rabid Roomba Rampage to find Alan unconscious, a large part of his guts missing and replaced with torn up pieces of cloth, lying in a pool of his own blood, minced flesh and other things you usually find in human guts. John stands besides him, making strained faces.
Angel starts working on healing him, but she isn't sure she can do it before he dies. The fact that her power has to work on removing all the bandage-confetti he just summoned isn't helping.
Fniff & Harry Baldman & scapheap"I get the feeling I'm a bit messed up sometimes."
Take up a position in cover on my side of the room. Be ready to shoot at those two people hiding out over on the other end.
You also manage to enter the room and hide behind cover without being heard. Not that difficult considering all the noise around here.
Eria drew her gun 'I don't think my ice can reach them.'
Be ready to take a shot if one peek their head up.
The only way to see if they are peeking out is to peek out yourselves, so I assume you want to do that.
You peek out. Nobody can be seen. You take aim with your pistols, ready to shoot anything that pops out. You wait. Nothing happens.
Ike is certain there are humans there, he can vaguely sense their shape and that they're moving a bit but for whatever reason they seem intent on hiding. Hmmm...
LenglonThrough interface, to D: <No teammates is why I'm doing this. Should I care about what is on the papers I'm burning?>
Continue collecting additional firepower.
Through interface, to D and teammates: <We've got a time limit, the people upstairs are working their way down to us. Don't take too long getting stuff. if someone with hands is just standing around, I could use some help moving the device off the elevator.>
Through interface, to D: <could you keep me updated on how the attempt to breach the upstairs door is going? I need to be ready to greet them as soon as they succeed.>
Through interface, to D: <What is the point of these 'games' you (That is a plural 'you' by the way, yay for flaws in English. ya'll really should be an accepted word.) are having us fight in?>
"No, you don't get it, that was-" *sigh* "Never mind, let's just see what's there... requisition papers, experiment results, progress reports, personnel reports, financial reports, equipment reports, memos, manuals... No, nothing there you should care about. Nothing I see anyway. They usually submit all those papers in triplicate so there should be copies. And, let's face it, if you're living in the information era and you don't have offsite electronic backups for your top secret projects, you're just asking for it.""Eh, don't worry. You've got plenty of time right now. I'll tell you as soon as something happens. Provided you don't destroy the speaker here."((You aren't using your mouth to speak and you shouldn't even know English (both due to your past and your host), so consider this just giving the right telepathic suggestions.))
"The point of these games? Heh. That's a big question. And by big question, I mean one with many long answers. My answer is, I do it for the fun of it. Nothing too complicated.
Can't talk about the others because... well, I might be who I am, but I respect their privacy on things that matter.
Now, if you want a long and boring discussion on the subject, I suggest talking to him, he's the one into all that stuff. And he organizes the games, so that makes talking to him doubly appropriate."About half of the elevator platform has been covered in spinning flame orbs, centered on you. Everything flammable around you is either burning or getting there. Thick smoke causes you to cough as it escapes upwards or to the hallway. It's getting really hot in here.
You
might have gone a bit overboard with the flame hoarding.
"You got this? Do you want me to activate the fire extinguishers? Got some fancy foam stuff I could manually activate."
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