towerofanimus | Event: Quarantine

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Event: Quarantine

Characters: any characters trapped in rooms during the event
Setting: dormitory level rooms
Format: any
Summary: An unexpected series of explosions has trapped residents in the dorm rooms with no power and no way to get out. Try to communicate with the outside, deal with being stuck in a small room with other people... Deal with the really strange things that seem to be happening, too.
Warnings: typical Animus horror event warnings

[There are several more explosions, and the sound of things falling and crumbling outside. The dorm rooms themselves don't collapse or cave in, but the furniture and trunks and nightstands may be rattled and knocked about. Eventually, the lights flicker and go out entirely, leaving everyone in the dark. There are small red emergency lights lining the floors, but they don't seem to have come on all the way, and flicker on and off eerily.

After maybe twenty minutes everything falls silent. However, if you try the door, you'll find you can't get out...]

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[The lethargy pulling behind Sephiroth's eyes is easy to keep on top of provided he focus. Silently the silver-haired man, who hasn't slept a single wink, glares into a random point on the floor constantly. Sat with back against the wall, steeling himself against all of the hallucinations he's still experiencing. It had to all come to an end soon.

Had he been human, maybe it wouldn't be such a great surprise then at how at one point on the Sunday his body finally slumps more into the wall, and to one side slightly. Sephiroth's head falls forward limply - silver obscuring his face from view. Hands fall from their position rested atop his bent knees, the natural leverage from them what stops him from sliding more to meet with the floor. From one hand rolls a named syringe; unused.]

Typical. [She shook her head when he passed out, the great Sephiroth was not so great after all] Stubborn idiot did be deserving it.

[ Ishtar didn't bother to ask him why he was crumpled up in his fetal position against the wall. She looked at his collar and grabbed the syringe that had his colour on it and walked towards him. Usually someone exuding such an aura should not be approached, but what did that matter to someone who was frankly used to it?

She was waiting for the day he finally tossed her against the wall for being completely friendly to him and nagging him about everything. She crouched next to him and spoke. ]

You're going to make yourself completely sick if you keep this up.

[ She replied getting straight to the point. ]

Now we can do this the easy way or I'm going to knock you out with a spell and do it. You know I'm not going to be afraid of the consequences.

[There is no response, in fact the entire way that he's not responded at all to her sitting next to him probably gave the biggest hint; Sephiroth is already unconscious.]

Great, and the big guy's out.

[ Ishtar is seriously not going to like the aftermath of this, but she's going to do what she thinks is right. Now, the first task is how she is going to remove some of this stuff so she can get to skin at least. Or maybe the wrist? She's not sure where needles go, but she'll try. ]

Don't hate me for this. It's for the better of your health.

[It might be quite amusing, the way Ishtar would have to wrestle with his dead weight moving him, trying to get his coat off, then realizing his armor is in the way and just removing a glove to slide the needle into a wrist instead - all the while his fetal position slumped against the wall being disheveled from one side to the other.

At least he can't flinch at the needle, being unconscious. The illusions can't get to him either.]

[ She would do her very best. Ishtar leaned over and started to tug at his coat. It at least helped that he had nothing under. She still questioned his damn taste for fashion. It's annoying and a pain. She tugged again at the coat and it wasn't coming off. Somehow, this was going to be pretty annoying. She still had to move him too and it was going to be even worse because he weighed a ton probably compared to her five feet two inches of lightweight. ]

[Though he is Powerless (and therefore Incredibly Unhappy) due to his having administered the Injection to himself, Lancelot even as a Man is more than Strong enough to assist the young woman calling herself Ishtar.]

I will Move him as you require. Here--
[In a trice, the Coat is off, leaving Sephiroth's chest exposed. Lancelot looks to Ishtar for further thoughts. His own injection he made into the crook of his arm.]
what more Help do you require?

[Sephiroth's coat opened as far as it would without actually being able to come off his arms, without someone going to the trouble to remove his armor first. Though as Lancelot helps Ishtar to move him, he ends up on his back rather than crunched against the wall - in this case not wearing a shirt has provided at least bare chest flesh where an injection can be administered. Riki had said that they didn't need to find a vein.]

[ Ishtar is grateful to Lancelot for helping her incredibly as they moved him. At least in this lying position it is a lot easier than trying to get anywhere. Seriously, his fashion sense needs to be checked before anything. ]

Thank you so much...Lancelot right?

[ She offers him a small smile. ]

I think we can try to get it through here. I don't know any medical procedures that are safe, but would the neck be a viable place to inject this or his chest or whatever? Why do people wear so much armor anyway?

Warriors wear armor, be it leathern, steel, or some other material, to guard against impacts and damage--
[This is said whilst he finishes maneuvering Sephiroth into place. He gives Ishtar a tolerant glance, despite his poor mood.]
and to show their foes that they are fierce and not easily defeated.

No thanks are necessary-- and I believe the chest should suffice.
I took my own in the thigh.

Edited 2013-10-05 05:02 (UTC)

Yeah, I get that part, but his is pretty hard to take off.

[ She replied nodding to his words. She's not sure what else to say while he helps her out. ]

I can see that, definitely. Okay, I'll do that then.

[ With that being said, Ishtar takes her syringe and stabs it slowly into Sephiroth's chest to get the liquid into his bloodstream. ]

Still, thank you again, Lacelot

[It was just as Riki put on their note, it took about an hour or so for the injection to bring Sephiroth around.

But as soon as thick-lashed eyelids began to twitch they opened to a stinging sense of dizziness right behind them which instantly crunched glimmers of green closed again as Sephiroth raised a gloved hand groggily to hold his forehead against the instant headache that felt as if someone had dealt a hammer blow right between his eyes.

As he lay there, not even acknowledging Ishtar or even Lancelot who might have stayed nearby, Sephiroth then realized something worse - that too-often experienced sensation of mortality, of a blanket smothering his extended senses and instincts, weighing his movements down from their usual fluidity - powerlessness.

Steeling his resolve against that sickening feeling it he rolled away from Ishtar and pushed against the floor in an attempt to at least get back into sitting-]

[ Ishtar stared close to Sephiroth but far enough that she didn't look extremely close to him. She watched as he woke up after a good hour and she gave him a brief but small apologetic smile to him, knowing that she was at fault for making him feel like he was vulnerable. She knew how much Sephiroth hated that above all else. Ishtar didn't want to get on his bad side,but she wanted to help him at least live. She knew he might not be happy with her, but he she also knew that she was one of the few in the room that would actually approach him and did what she did. ]

...Hey do you need some water or anything?

[ She knew that it was a sensitive question and she knew how he was but still. ]

Edited 2013-10-14 21:51 (UTC)

[Stubbornly he forces himself back into the corner of the wall and the floor, glaring at a spot on the floor in front of him again. Exactly where he'd been sat before he passed out. He rubbed at the open gap in his chest where the smallest spot of blood from the needle that was used lingers. Above all else, he HATES being reduced to that which he abhors above all else; human.

Pointedly ignoring Nesir's existence in the room he locks his eyes on Ishtar's face when she talks. Renewed anger swells within him, that apologetic smile just spoke volumes - she'd done it, when at least being unconscious freed him from the hallucinations and all the noises. How dare she.]

Save it. [Sephiroth grumbles in her direction, the hand at his chest again rising to cradle his forehead between thumb and forefinger.]

[ How dare she?! She was concerned for his life. A bunch of stupid hallucinations wouldn't have been that big of a deal, especially when life is more important. She gave him another look before crossing her arms.

Yeah, he was pissed, but she did what she could and that was it. It's not like she wanted to. She didn't want to see him die, so she tested the waters. ]

I know you're pissed, but honestly, it's better than watching you die.

[Nesir has been sat silently all this time, lost deep in the emptiness, she is watching though and as Sephiroth regains conciousness and grumbles at Ishtar she rolls a bottle of water over to him] Be practicing what you do be teaching. [Without his powers he was as human as her, and she wasn't about to let him forget that]

[The bottle rolls and comes to rest just touching the side of Sephiroth's boot. As if triggering something electric inside him he shoots his gaze up to Nesir and Nesir alone in response. Unamused is the clear message, but it's frayed at the edges with the effects from the shot.

Now wasn't this pitifully ironic? If he wasn't feeling altogether too wretched and uncertain of his own defense being quick enough if Nesir launched a dagger next Sephiroth might well have thrown it back at her the same way she had done days ago.

But No. Sephiroth is tired by now of all of it and is at the end of the proverbial stick-with-which-to-give-a-shit and so he picks up the bottle. He hadn't even realized how dry his throat was until he'd grumbled at Ishtar and so, unscrewing the cap and smelling the water first Sephiroth took a small sip.]

There, that did no be being too hard. [She smirked and sat back, closing her eyes again, letting Ishtar deal with him. Still it was satisfying, to know that he was without his powers, just as human as her.]

I'm glad you guys are kind of getting along.

[ She replied softly. She was glad that he at least didn't snap back, though the irony was pretty damn obvious. She was already under fire, so she left it at that. Kind of was just a term used because she lacked a better term for that. ]

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Event: Quarantine

Room 3-03; Sunday 29th

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