Turn 14 BeginsFollow the noises of my more direction-capable teammates and follow them into what's hopefully the damn clinic.
From his position, Nix can hear a pair of boots clicking across the floor right past him. From their stance, they are nursing an injury and thus likely heading for assistance. The sneaky hobbit rises from his feet and follows after the trail of sounds to a glass door.
Plugs went in here...With that thought, he opens the door and deliberately steps in before clicking his tongue for confirmation.
Yep, sounds like a waiting room would, and Plugs is here. But where's the staff?Run combat simulations of electric sheep.
The OP-TR simulates time away chasing after robotic sheep. How quaint.
Alright then. I understand perfectly, profit is profit, and you have no intentions of handing out anything for free. Perhaps I can offer you this ring, then? When I slipped it on, I felt a minor but still noticeable sharpening of all my senses, as well as all the exhaustion fading from my body. Perhaps you would find such a ring of equal, no, perhaps even greater value to whatever shield you have to offer?
Offer the ring to the greedy scum. A little lie won't hurt anyone, will it?
Dr. Auris takes the ring with a big, cheesy grin. "
If you don't mind, friend, it'll just be a moment before..." He suddenly cuts off, expression souring. Auris swallows hard, clearly internalizing sudden rage. "
You lied. This is cursed, and I can feel it". Auris' fingers are suddenly enveloped in an awe-inspiring aura. Osmond reflexively draws his sword and swings for the Director. "
Ah, well, I would try to scam myself too". After this statement, Osmond realizes that his sword never really struck his opponent because it is no longer in his hands; a fistful of shiny coins lay in his palms instead. Smiling broadly once more, the capricious doctor produces a large block of grooved metal with a strap from a nearby drawer and slides it around Osmond's strangely unmoving left wrist. "
There's your shield. I'd give you information about it, but you did just try to scam me. The gold'll turn back into your sword within the hour... now see yourself out."
It'd be wise not to anger him further.Just gonna nap here on the couch for now. Unless some cute secretary directs me to my room.
Oh yeah, Mutter to th others that if they find the medical services here dissatisfatory, he might have another option.
Muttering something about other medical options, Antony falls fast into a deep and dreamless sleep. His last thoughts as his consciousness fades are those of a hypothetical rendezvous with a hypothetical secretary.
Mana Sol is currently being examined in the Research & Development Department.
"Hua... Are we done yet?"
Waiting for the Tests to be over.
Meanwhile, in the back of the R&D Department..."Right, just follow my finger here the best you can without moving your head," a nondescript researcher slowly waves their extended index finger around. "Alright. Seems everything is fine and the bindings are all in place... you're free to go. Your team is waiting for you in the lobby."
Better get moving, then.Devoting most of his energy to carefully cradling his wounded hand (and preparing to play up the injury if he finds the medical staff's sympathy to be insufficient), Plugs doesn't appear overly surprised or intrigued by the formerly hidden door.
He just follows the woman without a word, considering his answers to any questions he might be asked about how it happened.
Follow. Receive medical attention, hopefully.
Frederek wordlessly follows after the nurse and finds himself in a comparatively larger room. In fact, it's so expansive and barren that you could likely classify it as an empty storage room. The nurse very slowly turns to face Plugs and reveals a syringe full of red fluid that she seems to have produced from nothing "
Give me your arm." And that's when he noticed it- her face was lumpy and deformed, like she had rocks buried underneath her skin. The arm holding the syringe wasn't actually
holding it at all, rather it extended from the palm of their hand. Beneath the flesh of her arms are tube-like outlines coiling around bone. "
This room exists as a quasi-plane capable of containing my unrestrained form. I do all procedures in here. Now if you want to heal and avoid frustrating what you'd likely regard as an abomination, give me your arm", Their expression hasn't changed even the slightest. The question is this; does Plugs trust them?
Turn 14 EndsOOC:Ye gods! I'm wasted. Independence Day was wild for me, so please accept this shit-tier turn a day late. I know a lot of weird and grotesque stuff is happening here too, but it's all surprisingly been planned
to a degree. Hooray for outlines and notes. With that, the next turn might be a bit late too. Independence Day is more like Independence Week for me this year. Sorry!
Name: Osmond of High Rock
Species/Race: Human. Sort of like constantly bipedal monkeys with a lot less hair and better posture.
Talents: Swordsmanship, shield use.
Trait: Osmond was inadvertently the lone survivor of an experiment trying to create a superhuman creature. While all other test subjects died of rapid tumour growth, Osmond miraculously survived, and came out of the program with enhanced regenerative abilities.
Inventory:
Shimmering steel bastard swordSome manner of techno-shield(Worn around left wrist)
Knife
Throwing knife (12)
Flare (2)
Eidolon's binding charm
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