We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)

[DotSlash]

Amelia was breathing deeply, still groaning before the painkillers set in. Her breathing was still labored but she took a look toward the splint and then to Claudio before biting her lower lip and nodding a minuscule amount. [color=ff7777] (...Don't look.... Don't look....) [/color]

 

[FPSfanatic]

Claudio put hands on Amelia's leg. "Alright, on 5. 1, 2-" on two, Claudio shoved down, setting the bone in place. He quickly pulled the splint on, tightening it to keep the bone from getting loose.

Heinrick the wolf, at Mcninja's touch, would growl, stepping away from him and preventing him from grabbing the antiseptic.

 

[DotSlash]

Amelia's vision blurred for a moment as she screamed out in pain and quickly tried to shut herself up by biting down on her lower lip. She bit hard enough that she began to draw blood and trembled severely at the sudden movement. She struggled to stay conscious, the pain threatening to cause her to black out again.

 

[Outisakanobody]

Seras knelt down and took Amelia's hand.

 

[Wackymon]

McNinja glared at the Predetor, "I'm a Doctor too, you know." his voice echoed.

Quod Watched.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Claudio's hand slipped into Amelia's, squeezing it. "Hold it together now, worst parts over... Just keep yourself together." he muttered. "Amazing, glad to hear it. Now if you would let me work on my patient? You know, with my supplies?"

 

[DotSlash]

The girl would tightly squeeze both Seras' and Claudio's hands as her screaming slowly tapered off as she eventually slipped out of consciousness once more. She was obviously pained, but was still breathing. One thing that might go unnoticed was the fact that even though she had been knocked out, her other hand was still holding the rapier. It would also take a good amount of effort to get it out of her hand, as if her life had depended on it..

 

[FPSfanatic]

Claudio extracted his hand, and picked up Amelia, placing her on Heinrick's back. He placed the rapier on her lap, making sure her hand held onto it. "Lead me to the dorms." he requested of Seras.

OoC: Off for the night. tired as hell.

 

[Drakmorg]

Jess perked up and smiled to herself when Ness pecked her on the cheek. [small]"Hopefully this won't take too long."[/small] She whispered back as she finished adjusting her clothes. Finishing with her appearance, she took a deep breath and sighed, then stepped off the lift. She announced her presence in the room by clearing her throat and speaking, "Excuse me, sir?"

[hr]

Sibylla sighed to herself as she continued standing around waiting patiently. She silently pondered to herself as to how many of the people walking by on the sidewalk that she sensed were staring at her.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Thrall eventually pointed the way to a nearby fight club. "I believe I have found the nearest place for our interest." he said.

Sibylla might sense a few people staring. A gorgon was a new one on most people, but there were plenty of new sights throughout the week, so most wouldn't pay her much mind.

 

[DotSlash]

Wheaton paused for a moment before looking up toward the catgirl and giving her a warm, oddly infectious smile. "Well, hello there. How can I help you, miss?"

[hr]

After a few moments, Ness landed back in the cafeteria and pulled out her PDA, bringing up one of her favorite games and beginning to play it liberally. [color=666666] (About time I get a chance to break that old high score.....) [/color]

[hr]

The fight club would look like a mash-up between an old salty saloon and kung-fu temple. Roof tiles were missing, the place smelled of beer and piss and there were two rather burly men... if you considered walking octopi with massive tentacles men... smacking the living hell out of each other outside and a small crowd hooting and cheering aside of them. One thing was clear: If you were looking for a good ol' fashioned street fight, you were in the right place.

 

[Drakmorg]

Jess was taken slightly off-guard by the warmer than expected reception. "Ah, well, first off, hello. My name is Dr. Jessica Broca. I was wondering if you might be the person in charge here? The President, King, Emperor, what-have-you?"

[hr]

"Let's go'an take a look-see then."Sibylla replied to Thrall with a slight nod before slithering off directly in the direction he had pointed. She didn't seem terribly fazed by the awful smell, nor the violence going on outside, though that was mostly because she didn't even recognize the scuffle occurring between the two wholly alien anatomies to even be a fight. Though the fight peaked her interest for that very same reason. S'going on over 'ere?... She thought as she slithered closer to the crowd to examine things. All the while her snakes observed her surroundings, and would alert her if anything similar to the two Orks she was looking for were nearby.

 

[DotSlash]

Wheaton paused for a moment before nodding toward the catgirl, now looking up from his work and folding his hands together. "Why... yes. Yes, I am. I presume you've got something to discuss then, Dr. Broca. Please take a seat." He stated as he reached under his desk and a single chair slowly rose out of the ground. It would be decently comfy as the fat man continued smiling casually. "So what business do you have with someone like me?"

[hr]

As Sibylla moved forward into the crowd, her snakes wouldn't see anything in regards to the two orcs she was looking for, at least no in the crowd outside. As she neared a few people, some of them gave her a wide berth and began to whisper to one another. The gorgon might begin to hear loud(er) yelling coming from the establishment itself, along with someone screaming something about "krumpin'".

 

[Drakmorg]

"Oh, thank you." Jess pleasantly remarked when Wheaton brought in a seat for her. She sat down and adjusted herself for a moment before continuing, lacing her hands together into a ball and placing them on the table in front of her. "If you don't mind me cutting to the chase, I'm here as an envoy from the Republic of Ashania, sent here to offer a 'Pact of Non-Interference'." She paused to give Wheaton a chance to ask any questions he might have, though looked as if she were ready to continue speaking if he had none.

[hr]

Sibylla sighed a little to herself and slouched her posture as she noticed people obviously backing away from her approach. She perked back up to attention as she heard the loudest voices going off. That fer sure sounds familiar... She thought to herself as she followed the sounds of the loudest screams.

 

[DotSlash]

Wheaton raised an eyebrow as he gave Jess a look before folding his hands up once more. "So what does that entail then, Doctor? What is my organization to not do?"

[hr]

As she stepped/slithered toward the doorway of the club, she'd notice that a rather ripped woman (literally, she had scars all over herself while she was actually pretty muscular) would be blocking the pathway. She'd look the gorgon over for a moment before raising an eyebrow pretty high. "...You lost, little girl?"

 

[Drakmorg]

"Well, as simply as I'm allowed to put it..." Jess began, then paused. She unlaced her hands and held her right hand flat against the table, while pressing the pointer of her left against the underside of her right palm, looking somewhat like she was trying to check her pulse, though obviously not so since she would be trying to find it on her mechanical arm. The point on her arm that her finger touched dully glowed grey for a moment, before a grey flash of light emanated forth from her palm. After the flash was over, a stiff looking envelope sat in her open palm, which she then proceeded to open and pull out several official-looking documents. After shuffling through the papers for a moment, she cleared her throat and spoke in an official tone, indicating she was reading straight from the page, "Interfering in any economic-colonial projects, trade relations, or scouting ventures being performed by the Ashanian government, or any corporate entities acting under the umbrella thereof." Jess paused and looked up from the page to give Wheaton a chance to reply.

[hr]

Sibylla stopped as she noticed the person blocking her way. She shook her head slightly at the woman, her snakes swaying slightly with the movement, and explained, "No sir. Ah'm juss helpin' mah friend look fer some folks b'fore they go'an cause too much trouble."

 

[DotSlash]

Wheaton paused for a few moments before sighing to himself. "And, pray tell, why do you not want us involved with your government? We could probably be of use to one another, wouldn't you think?" He didn't blink or seem all that phased by the sudden appearance of the envelope or papers therein.

[hr]

The woman blinked twice before scratching the back of her head, glaring at the girl now. "Y'know, this is a place to make trouble... So what, your buddy a cop or somethin', girlie?" She began to sound a small bit confrontational.

 

[Drakmorg]

Jess sighed to herself as she neatly placed all the papers she had together and rested them on the envelope, then went back to lacing her fingers together. "I'm not authorized to act as a negotiator at the moment, Mr. ...Sir." She replied, realizing that she had never actually been told Wheaton's name at any point. "At the moment, I'm only allowed to act as a messenger, to be frank. The only thing I'm allowed to say on behalf of my people is that if you would grant us the promise of leaving our operations be, we will do the same for you."

[hr]

"Uhm... Ah don't think so." Sibylla replied to the woman, humming and scratching her cheek. "Whut's a 'cahp'?" She asked, completely straight-faced and sincere in tone.

 

[DotSlash]

Wheaton paused for a moment or two, thinking it over.. ...Well, they seem quite confident in themselves.... "I'd actually like to negotiate this at some point, but if you're under orders, there's not much I can do." The fat man said, shrugging to himself and pulling out a pen. "I'll sign this pact under the promise that our organizations will talk later and hopefully come to a better agreement." He said, the jolly in his face now mostly gone. "In the meantime, are there any organizations that you're currently sponsoring that my personnel should be aware of?"

[hr]

The woman blinked twice, leaning back a small bit. This... This kid is serious.... Well, no skin off my back... The woman shrugged. "Let's just say that a cop is a person who just doesn't know how to have fun. Since your buddy probably isn't one, you can go ahead. Have fun and crack some skulls." The woman stepped to the side with a smirk on her face and waved her hand toward the doorway. A body flew out of the doors falling in front of Sibylla's coils before it got back up and rushed straight back into the area.

The interior of the area would be run down and mainly broken, making one wonder how the establishment was still standing under all this abuse. Patrons battered each other left and right with basically anything.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus left the area slowly, looking back at the carnage the battle had wrought before heading back to the bedrooms.