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Post by Draco on Jan 15, 2010 4:15:43 GMT -5
<<The Best Darn Hospital Of Fear in NTWF... Also the only one...>>
Smirking Draco speaks to Jernath quiet enough to not hear from a distance, "I figured they might either like the idea, pity you guys, or believe you had no part in any of the chaos in the NTWF if they knew your own base was destroyed. If your lucky, they will go with the last one." He then holds out his hand, pointing it in the direction of Rider pointing with two fingers lazily apart from each other, "I can vouch for both the Mercs and this 'Steam Punk' Gil, on my Ninja honor, that they are not here to cause any harm to the NTWF. As for Steam Machine..." He points to the Phantom Merc, and the NNPC stands next to it displaying it with his arms.
Gil gives a strange look at Draco when he called him 'Steam Punk' Gil. "Steam Punk?" Thinking for a moment, "That has a nice ring to it." He begins to walk towards Rider, "Steam machine, a machine that harnesses the power of steam. I help create vehicles for a living in my city. If you wish to know my story I can tell you, it is quick and informative. There is a possibility that it might have something to do with these strange occurrences in your land." As he gets closer a strange look can be seen in his eyes as he stares at the hover car, and not Rider or any other member of the group.
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Post by Celestial on Jan 15, 2010 12:00:18 GMT -5
((Silent Hill Tabloid Town Hospital))
Celestial remained motionless as she saw the man approached her. Unlike many of her fears floating around her, he looked real. It was the same one who had hurt her when she was fighting them. Great, just great. The most dangerous enemy and she was meeting him at her most vulnerable.
She listened to his speech. Frankly, it was very strange listening to him talk about the whole thing with the slimy grip of the Underdeep on her organs. In case she provoked him to fight. The dragon mage couldn't antagonise anybody now, it wouldn't be right for either her or the Underdeep.
However, as soon as he touched her hair, Celestial gave out a small hiss. No matter how dangerous it was, she didn't like having her hair touched. Heck, she didn't liek any part of her touched.
"I never could have imagined sitting idly by and just letting the Underdeep do all that. I could physically feel it," she whispered, hoping that he wouldn't hear her.
Celestial curled up even more as he came closer to her, preparing a defensive spell just in case. Become the nightmare? She could never become what she was, she would simply not be able to live with herself.
She saw him lift the sword up. The mage was not going to stay put here. As he brought the sword down, she lifted up her hand and cast an air shield around herself. However, it could not protect her. The voodoo of the sword ate through the shield, neutralising it as if it wasn't there.
Just before it did, Celestial rolled out of the way. Magic was no use if he decided to fight her.
She leaned on one knee, holding one hand on the hilt of the dagger hidden in a sheath her boot that she rarely ever used. If he decided to attack her, she'd have to use that. It was better than magic against voodoo.
"I'm not going to fight you. You probably can tell by my voice and by my eyes that I am no longer posessed by the Underdeep," she spoke with great distress in her voice. Celestial did not want to die right here, right now for the Underdeep's actions.
"Listen, please. I know you want nothing more than to kill me but you would be killing on me and not it. It has gone, it left me because I was not being a good messenger. I was fighting it! If I hadn't, if I hadn't the pirates would have been dead by now!" the mage kept crying out, growing more and more terrified.
"But I can help now! The Underdeep gave me information about it. I can try and get rid of it! I'm begging you, take me outside," she was in tears now, due to the fear and stress, accentuated by the Underdeep wrapped around her. "You probably don't believe me but please, just take me outside. I don't stand a chance if I decide to kill anybody then but if I don't, I can end this war with that I know!"
Celestial braced herself for the sword going right through her. It was likely she wouldn't even have time to draw, let alone last if he decided to fight her. Which, judging from the insane look of the man, he would. And he'd enjoy it.
((The Dropship))
"Celestial? Is that the name of the person we're after? And what do you mean by storing yourself and fight - " the guy asked her. The Author shrugged but before she could answer, he ran out and left her with the three technicians.
"Well, yes it is. And thanks for waiting by the way," she grumbled. It wasn't her fault that the writer was consumed by real life and head pain. Apparently that same writer was very sorry for it but it was still inexcusable.
Fourth Wall, you had a very interesting monologue but really, was one more character really necessary? This Guild War already has loads and loads of characters so why add any more? You have no place here and if you don't want to get hurt- oops, too late.
Nevermind, you'll be fun to follow and abuse. Keep going.
For now, she'd wait for plot. That was the most sensible thing to do. The Author looked around at the technicians.
"So...how are we all?"
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Post by Jina on Jan 15, 2010 17:19:08 GMT -5
Brassport Assembly Hall "I don't think your jurisdiction holds in a place that is not of this land. Especially not when there are other members of Guilds here. This is not Tabloid Town, and you will not drag a dangerous mage away because of silly whims."
"Er, actually, it does hold, and... we will. And if you're with one of the Guilds, I'll need to have a word with you."
"You're seriously just waltzing in here and expecting us to hand over this woman? You're kidding. Did you see what happened just now? I don't think so. If we can't handle this ourselves, we will at least not just leave it to more random visitors."
For the first time, Patri spoke. "I wonder. For a city that just wants to get back home, why are you so eager to intrude on our buisness? Because like it or not, that mage, and for that matter the conman we're looking for... they're our problem. You just happened to get dragged into it."
"What proof do you have of being with a 'city watch'?"
Patri reached into her illusion of a pocket, and pulled out the illusion of a badge. She also solidified it, in case someone tried to snatch it out of her hands to take a closer look.
"I'd be interested to know if you have any form of identification."
"No, don't bother." Sandra turned to Patri. "Get the mage. We'll come back with more officers to conduct interviews."
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Post by Strife on Jan 15, 2010 17:43:02 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
Just as the massive, shimmering blade of Strife's sword came down on the girl, she summoned a shield of air to try and block it. Surprisingly, the sword cut through the air shield like it wasn't there. Even more surprisingly, Strife felt the sword slam into the floor instead of slicing through human flesh. She had rolled out of the way just in time.
She got to her knee and began pleading to him, her voice growing more nervous and terrified with every word. She tried to explain to him that she was no longer possessed by the Underdeep - that she, in fact, had some sort of information on how it could be destroyed and that she would need to be taken outside.
As she finished up her speech, Strife held his weapon with both hands and slowly stepped closer and closer to her, with his teeth grit in fury and his eyes glaring malevolently at his prey. He had listened to her words, but he didn't believe they were genuine. He believed she was using them as a last-ditch effort to save her life, much like a cornered animal screams at the top of its lungs in hopes of scaring off the vicious predator closing in on it.
There were a few seconds of almost complete silence. The only noise penetrating the thick air of the hospital was the heavy breathing of the madman hovering above Celestial. His teeth gradually curled upwards into a smile.
After months of struggling in the depths of his own nightmares, victory was finally at the tip of his tongue. He could almost taste its bitter sweetness.
"I am going to end this..." he said with a raised voice, "Right here... Right now."
Strife let out a yell as he forced his blade to descend upon his foe, aiming to cut her into two diagonal pieces.
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Post by Celestial on Jan 16, 2010 14:08:59 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital of DOOM))
He didn't listen. Somehow she should have expected that somebody as mad as that man wouldn't listen to reason. Nevertheless, Celestial was panicking now. She had grabbed hold of her dagger and held it but it wouldn't buy her much time.
"I am going to end this...Right here... Right now." the man said and brought his sword down upon her. Celestial screamed in fear and lashed out with her dagger, trying to stop it somehow. At the same time, out of pure instinct, she unleashed a fireball right at her attacker.
Stupid! That won't do any good! she screamed in her mind and prepared for death. Celestial never thought it would end like this, in a hospital on her knees.
((Brassport))
"What kind of 'main conflict' were you talking about?" he was asked as soon as he got out of the scarf and out of the conflict. Overlord weewooed gently as his head was stroked. Ever since seperatin from Celestial, this was the first pleasant experience for a while.
I was taking about wherever Celestial- the dragon- had gone off to. You've captured the other mage but she's still out there and no doubt causing something. You need to try and find her there he said to her mind and looked over a the watchmen. His feather's stood up on end looking at them. There was something not right about those guys.
The knight came over and asked if he was something called a mystic, whatever it was. Overlord puffed up and looked at him, tilting his head at an angle in confusion.
"A weewoo. To who do you belong?" the girl which he was with asked. He immediately deflated.
I used to belong to that dragon mage who came through here. But Something happened with the Underdeep some time ago and she doesn't even recognise me. And by the way, not many Weewoos can talk to you mentally he said and stretched out his wing, revealing his seven golden feathers. These allow me to bond with a human and talk to them telepathically.
((Apologies for not replying earlier, Michelle, I only skimmed your post and missed Overlord's cue))
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Post by Rider on Jan 16, 2010 14:09:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The "What's With Us And Rampant Destruction?" Hospital
"Steam Punk, huh? So you live on the fringe, like us? On the edge of danger? You don't dress it. You are strange."
She sighed, leaning back in her seat on the hovercar. For a moment, she almost looked like she trusted this stranger. "So, strange steam-man, what's your story and what buisness do you have with the Underdeep? And please be brief, I'm on a suicidal intel run and have little time for mercs or games." [/glow]
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Post by Draco on Jan 16, 2010 15:02:34 GMT -5
<<The Best Hospital in NTWF>>
Gil is all ready rubbing his face on the hovercar, wishing to know how it works. He snaps out of it and shakes his head for a moment. "Brassport was, is, a city of people who specialize in steam machines. We also have alchemy. Together they can create great flying machines and other vehicles. One day, earlier this night in fact, the whole city was transported from our world to yours. I instantly took my flying machine out to fly around the city and then check on the surroundings. From what I can see, the city was literally ripped out from out world. It's cut out just at the city limits. As for the Underdeep, I still don't know what it is."
He then goes back to inspecting the hovercar.
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Post by Strife on Jan 16, 2010 18:23:33 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
The clash of metal echoed through the entire hospital as Strife's sword crashed into Celestial's dagger. It pushed through the small weapon and into the dragon mage's robes, though he wasn't yet sure if it had cut through her skin or just her clothing.
At the same time that she tried to block his attack, she threw a fireball at him. Instinctively, he lifted his sword to block it, but the moment it crashed into the blade, the sword let out a horrifying scream. It yanked itself out of Strife's hands and started flopping around the floor like a fish on dry land.
Strife quickly remembered what the voodoo woman had said - that the artifact in his sword could be killed with "good fire," and that it would scream when it tasted blood. The fireball was pretty simple, so by "good fire," she must have meant "fire produced by the good-hearted."
Ignoring the panicked cries of his weapon, Strife placed his focus back on his prey. He shouted in anger and lunged at Celestial, pinning her against the wall with both hands. He then proceeded to strangle her, focusing all of his strength into squeezing the oxygen out of her body.
Before he could finish the job, though, his sword stopped crying, pointed itself at its master, and shot itself forward with some kind of invisible force. The tip crashed into Strife's back, pushing him into Celestial. He felt his own sword eating through the back of his armor and into his flesh, and it took every ounce of strength inside of him just to lift himself off of the fallen mage.
Strife stumbled backwards, staring at the thick blade that had now pierced itself right through his chest. He let out a scream that was caused more by his frustration than from pain, as his body had already deteriorated to the point where he could no longer feel much physical pain. He fell to his knees, and the sword pulled itself out of his back, leaving a big, gaping hole in his body that no ordinary person would have been able to survive.
He sat on the floor, turned around, and glared at the weapon that was now floating contently in the air above him. Slowly, it descended towards him again, the entire blade soaked in his dry blood. He crawled backwards until he was up against the same wall that Celestial was. As hard it was for him to believe, the sword was now holding both of them hostage.
You are powerful... Quite possibly the most powerful force I have encountered.
What? Was his sword talking to him now?
I am not your blade. However, I can stop it from erasing you. Both of you.
Strife sneered. The Underdeep must be playing mind games with him, just like it was doing with Celestial.
"You are an inanimate force. You can't think or feel for yourself. You wouldn't even be able to speak if I wasn't conscious."
My level of sentience goes far beyond what any human can understand. This is why I need messengers.
"You tormented me in unspeakable ways. I would sooner allow this blade to decapitate me than work for you."
Don't work for me, then. Work with me. It is the only way to end this nightmare... not just for yourself, but for everyone.
"First, repair me. Second, get my sword back. Then we will discuss this."
A portion of the Underdeep leaked out of Celestial's robes, snaked along the floor, and crawled into the hole in Strife's chest. The hole immediately filled with a black, sparkling liquid, and within a few seconds, it evaporated, restoring his flesh and armor to their previous condition. Once that was done, the Underdeep crawled through his armor, up his neck, and disappeared into his hair. The bright purple glow of his eyes was replaced with a mix of pitch blackness and blinding white, like the static of an old television set.
The Underdeep tried to lift him up, but he snarled and insisted on doing it himself. His eyes flashed rapidly between purple and static as he got to his feet, walked over to his levitating sword, and simply enough, snatched it out of the air. It offered no resistance. As he gripped it with one hand, the Underdeep spoke to him again.
There is something in your heart that you desire. Something you have wanted more than anything else. In fact, it compliments my purpose. Pledge your services to me, and I can give it to you.
Strife was puzzled for a moment, unsure of what to say or think. He then remembered what he had said to the dragon mage just minutes before: The only way to free yourself from the nightmare is to become the nightmare yourself.
Silently, he accepted the Underdeep's proposal, letting it crawl deeper into him. His eyes stopped flashing colors and remained static, and he slowly turned until he was facing Celestial.
"If you wish to live and fight me another day," he began, his voice no longer demented and booming, but softer and more ominous, "Then you had better leave this facility. Immediately."
The Underdeep clenched Strife's fists and locked into his psionic abilities. He calmly raised his head towards the sky, and the floor beneath his feet quickly started to shake. The sound of crumbling walls, clattering metal, and breaking glass flooded the air.
The entire hospital would fall apart in a matter of minutes.
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Post by Rider on Jan 17, 2010 1:10:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The Hospital. It's 1AM, I ain't gettin creative.[/glow]
"We also have alchemy."
Upon hearing that bit, Rider automatically stiffened. "You might not want to shout that from the rooftops, stranger. There are many, many people in this land who had a horrible experience with alchemy. And the Underdeep is the - Get your paws off our ride - the thing that I suspect transported your people here."
She pulled Lexandr's book out of her bag again and started rifling through the pages. "It's been rumored that the Underdeep has been used as a method for getting to other worlds, I just need a citation..."
A bookmark fluttered out of the pages and onto the ground.
Meanwhile, two cops from the Tabloid Town Watch had decided to try to keep the peace in the most war-torn zone of the city. Unable to do anything about the rampant monsters, heavily armed guildsmen and entrances to the Twilight Zone, they decided to pick on the poor, innocent bibliophile.
"Hey, you there! There's a fine for that!"
Rider uttered a string of words unprintable on this post. She practically wrestled the wheel out of Jina's hands and started driving the hovercar into the hospital - into the lair of the beast.
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Post by Draco on Jan 17, 2010 1:19:00 GMT -5
<<Could have Sworn it was Later, Hospital>>
Gil, still rubbing his face on the car, falls over when Rider drives off. He shakes his head as he begins to sit up, picking up the bookmark. "Oh come now, I'm sure she was... Wait, what kind of fine are you talking about? I can't see a thing she did, except drive off when you appeared, that calls for a fine." In the process of talking, he crunches up the bookmark in his hand and lets it fall to the ground. "Don't you have more important things to deal with like helping out the injured or something? We were having a important talk before you showed yourselves, now shoo!" He begins to walk calmly after the hovercar.
Draco's eyes widen as the car is driven towards him. He quickly runs out of the way to avoid it... Into the Hospital itself.
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Post by Strife on Jan 17, 2010 5:21:04 GMT -5
((Spacefleet HQ / Tabloid Town))
Somewhere in Spacefleet HQ, a telepathic message silently beamed itself down to the surface. It scrambled around erratically until it eventually found its intended target, wrapping itself into the mind of Commander Fraze.
"Commander, do you read me?" echoed the British voice of Cyclops. "This is Subcommander Cyclops. I apologize if I have startled you with my voice font. The satellite network is still affected by the virus attack, and this is our only means of communication."
There was a pause, as Haggoth told Cyclops what to say next.
"Anyway, the virus was analog in nature, which leads us to believe that it was some kind of sentient, microscopic creature sent to sabotage our systems. We are launching an investigation..."
There was another pause. Cyclops' eye widened as he felt the growing tremors near Fraze's location.
"Sir, what is going on down there? I am detecting seismic activity directly underneath you. Commander?"
"What!?" snarled Haggoth from HQ. As much as the hog man wanted to butt into the conversation, he felt he shouldn't interrupt the transmission. They had, afterall, spent the last few hours building the telepathic amplification device (TAD), and the last thing he needed was to accidentally fry it.
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Post by Celestial on Jan 17, 2010 14:55:42 GMT -5
((The Collapsing Tabloid Town Hospital. That's three things GW3 has destroyed))
As she expected, the dagger wasn't enough. Celestial felt the sword's point strike and at the same time, become aware of the Underdeep beneath her robes moving around to adjust. But as soon as her fireball made contact with the sword, it jumped out of the man's hand and screamed, utterly useless now. She breathed a small sigh of relief and prepared to get out of here as soon as possible.
It wasn't over. It never was. Before she could even stand up, the man grabbed her throat and pinned her to the wall. The dragon mage was panicking now, kicking and shooting spells in all directions in a futile attempt to get him off her. No use. She was going to die.
Suddenly, her attacker let out a scream and was pushed against her. To her horror, Celestial saw the sword that he had wielded lodged in his back. So the voodoo had betrayed him. As quickly as she could she used her air magic to lift him off her and try to get away but the sword pulled itself out and blocked her path. She had no choice to stay there with the man. At least he was no longer a threat to her.
The Underdeep stirred on her skin and orientated itself towards him. It buzzed and whispered, letting the vibrations travel along the air and towards him. The air was saturated enough with the Underdeep coming from the hole in the hospital that it would be able to communicate. Just like it did with her.
The man was the Underdeep's newest messenger.
To her surprise, Celestial understood why. The man was a force to be reckoned with and having him on its side would be good for the Underdeep. But she still shuddered at the thought of how much destruction they- no, he could bring to the NTWF.
Together, you can easily defeat whoever stands in my way.
The words that he said removed any doubt from her mind exactly what was happening. She felt a piece of the Underdeep detatch itself from her and slither over to him, fading into his skull.
It was taking control. The dragon mage watched stoically as his eyes flickered in and out of the familiar static. She knew what would win, no matter how strong the mind. The Underdeep would latch onto him and make him its messenger, no matter what.
Finally, his eyes became pure static. He was completely posessed. The Underdeep under her robes quivered.
"If you wish to live and fight me another day,then you had better leave this facility. Immediately.[/i][/color]" he said in the familiar Underdeep voice. Celestial had no choice but to smile and nod. Her own part of the Underdeep slithered into her head, making her smile even more psychotic.
"Why would I fight you now that we are both messengers?" she asked him and was once again released by the Underdeep, since it had made the point. As he began demolishing the hospital, she turned into her dragon form and burst through the walls. She flew out into the open sky, seeing everyone gathered beneath her.
All the sheep were gathered. Now she had to shepherd them where she wanted.
Celestial landed in the square in the middle of the crow, looking at them all. She made sure to make eye contact and let everyone see that her eyes were no longer static. And best of all, she had the perfect excuse as to why she was "unposessed". There was no time for awkward explanations though. This was the time to get them to safety for sacrifice later.
"Please, you have to get out right now! The Underdeep has found a much more powerful messenger!" she cried out across the square. Gosh, she never imagined missing the rather attention-grabbing voice the Underdeep granted her.
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Post by Fraze on Jan 17, 2010 14:57:08 GMT -5
((The evil Ganondorf Celestial has been defeated! But now his her castle hospital is crumbling and we need to lead the princess patients to safety and we're running out of time! Quick! Whaaaat? *Shifty eyes*)) Long-distance communication via telepathy can be a bit tricky to learn. Forming thoughts into a cohesive structure that can be transmitted to and understood by another person is harder than it sounds. However, Fraze's skinsuit communicator worked on a similar principle, so he had had a decent amount of practice. "Cyclops? Oh, thank the One Who Teaches. All right, if this is our only means of communication, please keep the connection up and active until the satellite net can come back up. Tabloid Town Hospital is being destroyed. The Underdeep seems to be breaking loose from underneath it, that is probably the seismic activity you're noticing." Through a stream of both words and images, he proceeded to explain Strife's return, the alliance (and the fact that the alliance was probably broken by now), the problems with the Underdeep, the dragon's attack and subsequent chase, and the destruction of Merpo's house and the hospital, and the assorted damage done to Tabloid Town. The entire explanation went at the speed of thought, taking about five seconds to relate. "We now have a few people doing what they can to control the situation, but it's not nearly enough. Get a peacekeeping team and a disaster relief team down here as soon as possible. Make sure all are properly equipped with reasonable weapons, armor, and long- and short-range comms. Have part of the disaster relief team work to help the destroyed sections of Tabloid Town, and the other part manage the Hospital. We need our peacekeeping forces to stay out of Underdeep-contaminated areas and evacuate the surrounding areas. Tell both teams about the presence of the Underdeep, and what it does. It's spreading at an incredible rate now. Tell them that they are not to go into the Underdeep under ANY circumstances other than the protection of their own lives or the lives of any teammates or bystanders. And even then, they should only enter the 'Deep if all other options have been eliminated. Meanwhile, get a moonside team working on a way to detect the Underdeep directly. Preferably scientists with experience working with magic. Contact the Mages for help if necessary. It was easy enough detecting its underground passages, but it's spreading onto the surface now. Oh, and--" he paused for half a moment. He had told himself he wouldn't use the thing anymore, for the sake of public image. But if his duty was a house, public image was the carpet. It made everything look nicer, but in the end it's just something to walk on. And if it gets mold growing in it, you'll tear it out to keep the rest of the house in good shape. "--have someone bring my skinsuit to me. It's in my quarters, in a glass on the dresser.That's all for now. Keep me updated, I'll be doing the same. Did you get all of that?" In all, his entire communication took about fifteen seconds.
He had been simultaneously watching the scene below him--Strife's attack against Celestial, his apparent victory, and...okay, whatever just happened, it didn't look good. It was reasonable to assume that Strife was no longer an ally, but for now, Fraze thought it best not to let Strife know that he thought that.
((Whee, we're soon to be getting a lot of NPCs, with even more likely to come soon if what I think is going to happen does, in fact, happen. If anyone wants to get in on this NPC action, go right ahead.))
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Post by Draco on Jan 17, 2010 17:14:14 GMT -5
<<Inside the Hospital Of Doom... Hope there aren't snakes...>>
Draco continues to run into the hospital. Once far enough inside he looks around. "This place seems unstable." That's when he hears the sound of Celestial bursting through walls. "What the? That's right. That one guy is in here. I wonder if he's all right." He begins to run through the building in the sound the wall crashing started. Within a few minutes he spotted Strife. He slowly walks over to him. "Your... Companions are outside the hospital. We might want to get out of here."
((No, I'm not planning on dieing by him or the hospital...))
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Post by Nasuella on Jan 17, 2010 17:44:41 GMT -5
Close to a soon-to-be-destroyed hospital in Tabloid Town - With NPCs!
For whatever reason, Nasue's attention went away from the conversation between the two captains. Instead she had been watching a sort-of conversation between two of her crewmates (in a hovering car?), and a bunch of people she didn't know, with what had to be one of the most bizarre vehicles she had ever seen.
And even then, her attention kept wavering, despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that she was nervous, even scared. The strange colours were still fading in and out of her vision, and the hospital--
...what?
Something familiar caught her eye. Almost impulsively she stood up, scrambled down the Blarf, and ran towards it. Her eyes were still glowing, but now the glow seemed to get stronger as she ran towards what she had seen.
It was a message, written in glowing blood.
I WAS ONLY ONE OF MANY. WE ARE LEGION, AND WE SHALL COME.
Nasue's eyes went wide.
No. This isn't--that's--they can't--
The glyphs were unmistakable. She had been unable to escape from them for almost two years. They were written by old enemies of hers. Here, in this unusual world, she believed that she would finally be safe from them.
But she wasn't.
The ground suddenly started to shake beneath her feet. Nasue quickly turned and ran back towards the blarf, stumbling and trying not to scream - but not merely out of fear. This was out of an excruciating pain that had exploded all over her body.
Anyone watching her at that moment would see why: it was changing. She was growing in size, her spine and limbs were lengthening, and most of her fur was being covered with frabric of varying shades of grey. And if one looked closely, they would see that her front paws were morphing into a different structure - hands.
By the time the dragon had returned from the building, Nasuella had become a humanoid coati. (But the blue fur remained.) She couldn't focus; the pain inside and outside of her head made that impossible.
*
A watchman who'd been on his way to the hospital was very roughly shoved into a wall.
"Hey!" He looked at the one who had shoved him, and instantly went pale. The narrowed eyes of a short, angry panther were looking back at him, its owner's claws unsheathed and inches away from the watchman's throat.
The panther didn't say anything. Instead, he snarled before turning back towards his destination. With almost unearthly ease, he leapt onto a wall and flipped himself onto the roof of the nearest building, then took off at a run.
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