((I don't actually have any other sword. So if I mention my sword, I do mean the chaos one.))
Oh, yeah, right, you handed out the other swords you had to the others.
<Not true. At my full power, when I was creating my world, I could bring them back, and I could rebuild my world. I did it once, I can redo it again. I just need to regain my old power, or gain enough influence with someone who has at least as much power, of which I know several, to work with me to fix this. A similar level of power was also required to cause what happened to happen, so I'm also investigating my suspect pool at the same time. All of this is through my participation in The Games. I will fix this, it is not impossible, and I will make it happen. It is my responsibility.>
<I do this because it is my duty. I stepped down from power because I was not worthy of how much power I had. I failed those under my power when I did, because nobody better was able to take the role, and the role was a necessary one. I still am not worthy of that power, but I need it back to fix things>
<You say you care for justice. Then what about justice for all the offenses committed by the being of darkness that accompanies you, the one you call River? Do you regard the deeds of all of your companions in such manner?>Campaign, Ike!
((Just checking, you do remember that my sword was turned weird by touching that chaos portal, right?))
"You gotta love fire traps."
Go over to Irine and see what she's doing. If she's still gawking at the sword, tap her on the shoulder. If that doesn't do anything, tap the big sword with my sword.
Well, there's no response from Irine, so you try to touch your sword to Irine's sword... Heh. Anyway, try is the operative word here, since it feels like it's pushing against your sword. Your blade doesn't seem to like that. Its shifts are becoming slower and more erratic, spreading it wide and making it look like you're holding multiple transforming swords. It's making your hand tingle. You could try to force it, but I wasn't sure you'd want to.
"HEY GUUYYYYYYYYS CATCH ME IF I FALL OKAY"
Yes. Yes they would.
Carefully make my way down the rope.
If I slip off the rope or whatever and start falling, do the summon mattress thing.
You slide about halfway down before losing your grip. You slam against the pointy walls of the well, scraping your back. The pain is making it hard to concentrate, but you do manage to summon a single but relatively large mattress. Your aim however is a bit off. You'll hit close to its edge. And it'll hit the sword and the two people around it.
Ike, as always, has excellent awareness and reflexes so he can easily dodge out of the way if that is what he wants to do.
Irine on the other hand manages to barely hear the attack despite Alan's yelling and her reflex roll allows her to only partially roll out of the way if that is what she wants to do. Or she could try to convince the sword within the next turn or two and hope it saves her.
You can hear the assistant loudly scolding the other patients.
"What are you lot doing up? You should be resting, not standing around eavesdropping and gossiping like a bunch of old hags. Come on then. Break it off. Back to your beds you go."
(Love good ol' curiosity poking its narrative head in 
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Theri had a difficult time comprehending what was happening due to the need to pay attention to healing pains, but from the gist of what she heard, she assumed she caught onto half a conversation about something important earlier. Something much alike to what she had experienced, in a way.
Currently, she looked at the boy and raised her eyebrow the tiniest bit--sure that someone who would be noticing every detail 'because she'd eat him' would see, and then smiled. This first impression would be tantamount to his understanding...especially as a kid, who has seen things he wasn't prepared for. He'd be going through a tough time, and Theri was glad she at least could understand these.
"My name is Theri, it's nice to meet you. I'm not going to eat you--I'm not a monster. You're safe with me here, I'm a guardian," she said, matter-of-factly, making sure to pronounce her words a bit slower than usual and more pronouncedly. A thorough mind had the fun of pushing away more witty comments like 'Oh yes I'm going to eat you, that is why I am here', but a mind that was witty also had awareness that was wise; she was dealing with a child, and while it was important to know their personality (so one would know how to better respond), she didn't know him. But she knew he was scared.
"But- Your ears...""I just look different, that's all. Mostly my ears, and my fluffy tail. You can look at it," she said, slipping her tail out of the blankets, "-here, nothing to be afraid of. These people wouldn't be taking care of me if I was going to hurt any of them. You're safe with me."
Theri turned to look back at the ceiling. "It is safe here. Did you have enough sleep lately?"
Calm the young child! And converse with him!
"No I-" "I mean, I don't know.""I slept. I don't know how long. I still feel tired. And my legs hurt. And my arm feels itchy where they wrapped it."He's quiet for a while. He looks away, getting his head into a more comfortable position, but he's still looking at you with the corner of his eye. His breathing slows down somewhat.
"I'm San. San Fjurrsson."These guys must be desperate if they're after me.
Let's try to avoid them, maybe ducking into a sewer or some such if possible. If they can't be avoided, they can't; but I'll have to pull some new tricks before engaging.
A quick look around shows a passage that leads down to something like some sort of maintenance area. It's empty, making it look much like a giant empty underground parking lot. You could try going down there. You can see other passages like it in the distance, so it should be a way out.
However you'd either have to leave your minions behind or maybe summon a quick lift to take them with you, since they can't climb ladders. Being underground would also limit your vision somewhat, since you'd have to zoom in close enough to see underground.
Saevus, After the End
The 'use it for suppression and plop the shield on the ground' one sounds good. If the tools contained within the building might help me out with fixing the damage I incurred, look for a way in. Or make one with the Blingcannon. If they won't, keep heading North.
Using a mounted machinegun like an uzi. What's next, dial wielding? What has magic done?!
Hmm... Well, they could help. You smash the lock on the door with a hammer and take a welder and an assortment of materials. You've never used one of those things before but you somehow know what it is. Now if you take a bit of scrap, maybe put one of that things there, adjust this part, maybe add a little bit of that stuff...
You don't realize how you do it, but by the time you're done you've managed to patch up the damage on your body. Your arm looks bulky, with random pieces of scrap threatening to get in the way, but it should now be even more durable than it was before. Your leg looks much more closer to to normal. You even managed to fix some of the runes on it, letting them light up with magic once more and giving you back better control over it.
While you worked, you heard the distant sounds of combat and the occasional rifles firing from the watchtowers, but they've stopped a while ago. You don't see anything moving outside.
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