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"I'm afraid that the answer to both questions is, little of interest. I was enjoying the local countryside when I received the offer to come here and I seem to remain exactly as the Wordsmith wrote me."

Elizabeth doesn't shift her now-aching leg. She will have to finish healing it when she can get a quiet moment.

"And you gentlemen?"
 
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"I'm afraid that the answer to both questions is, little of interest. I was enjoying the local countryside when I received the offer to come here and I seem to remain exactly as the Wordsmith wrote me."

Elizabeth doesn't shift her now-aching leg. She will have to finish healing it when she can get a quiet moment.

"And you gentlemen?"
Darius sees the girl grimace and shifting her whole body, with the exception of her leg. This kind of action is very familiar to Darius. Darius gives a worried smile "M'lady, would I be right in assuming something is wrong with your leg? I have some knowledge in the healing arts, I am no master at any rate but I can probably assist you in the healing of that leg. Trust me, a bad leg is not a comfortable thing." Darius says, sneaking a peak at his bad leg.
 
"Well, you gentlemen are awfully curious.

"The book I borrowed briefly from one of the good doctor's assistants. It looked rather legible for a book of that ilk and I hoped it might tell me a little about what had just happened to us. Unfortunately, I could make neither heads nor tails of it."

Already, sometime in that speech, her eyes had shifted from their faces to the floor. Elizabeth probably sounded like a silly, flighty girl to these worn men.

She raised her gaze to address Darius, but with little hope it would stay there.

"My leg, I injured recently in an accident. I have been taking the measures recommended by the hospital, but the literature regarding the, ah... binding device... recommended discontinuing the pain medication." She didn't want to show her best cards so soon, but this was surely the best lead-in to her most appealing skill... and one she couldn't hide in good conscience.

"I can use the Liquid Arts to heal. I was hoping to finish healing my leg before this experiment, but I'm afraid the doctor was rather too efficient and I didn't find the time. I intend to take the first opportunity to remedy that now." Elizabeth licked her lips, glancing up under her eyelashes.

"I'm good at mending old damage. I could certainly look at your leg, too, if you would like?"
 
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"Well, you gentlemen are awfully curious.

"The book I borrowed briefly from one of the good doctor's assistants. It looked rather legible for a book of that ilk and I hoped it might tell me a little about what had just happened to us. Unfortunately, I could make neither heads nor tails of it."

Already, sometime in that speech, her eyes had shifted from their faces to the floor. Elizabeth probably sounded like a silly, flighty girl to these worn men.

She raised her gaze to address Darius, but with little hope it would stay there.

"My leg, I injured recently in an accident. I have been taking the measures recommended by the hospital, but the literature regarding the, ah... binding device... recommended discontinuing the pain medication." She didn't want to show her best cards so soon, but this was surely the best lead-in to her most appealing skill... and one she couldn't hide in good conscience.

"I can use the Liquid Arts to heal. I was hoping to finish healing my leg before this experiment, but I'm afraid the doctor was rather too efficient and I didn't find the time. I intend to take the first opportunity to remedy that now." Elizabeth licked her lips, glancing up under her eyelashes.

"I'm good at mending old damage. I could certainly look at your leg, too, if you would like?"
Darius smiles "That would be most kind, young lady. I wil warn you, Some things are old because they are quite formidable." Darius pulls up his pant leg to reveal his leg. It is not a pretty sight. A burn sound from a molotov that has long since stopped hurting, 3 welts which were the only remians of bullet wounds, some old cutting scared. Lastly, Ofcourse, his knee wound. It was a cut that appeard slightly open, the area in and around the cut coverd in a pitch black crust. When Darius moved his leg, the area around the crust started crack a little, causing a stinging sensation.
 
"Well, you gentlemen are awfully curious.

"The book I borrowed briefly from one of the good doctor's assistants. It looked rather legible for a book of that ilk and I hoped it might tell me a little about what had just happened to us. Unfortunately, I could make neither heads nor tails of it."

Already, sometime in that speech, her eyes had shifted from their faces to the floor. Elizabeth probably sounded like a silly, flighty girl to these worn men.

She raised her gaze to address Darius, but with little hope it would stay there.

"My leg, I injured recently in an accident. I have been taking the measures recommended by the hospital, but the literature regarding the, ah... binding device... recommended discontinuing the pain medication." She didn't want to show her best cards so soon, but this was surely the best lead-in to her most appealing skill... and one she couldn't hide in good conscience.

"I can use the Liquid Arts to heal. I was hoping to finish healing my leg before this experiment, but I'm afraid the doctor was rather too efficient and I didn't find the time. I intend to take the first opportunity to remedy that now." Elizabeth licked her lips, glancing up under her eyelashes.

"I'm good at mending old damage. I could certainly look at your leg, too, if you would like?"
"Don't worry, I probably couldn't understand half of the technical language that they use in that sort of book. I'm used to asking questions, though, and I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable. However, it is nice to meet a fellow practitioner!" He extends a hand. "I don't believe I've actually fully introduced myself, the full name's Remi Lorenzo. What's your speciality?"
 
Darius smiles "That would be most kind, young lady. I wil warn you, Some things are old because they are quite formidable." Darius pulls up his pant leg to reveal his leg. It is not a pretty sight. A burn sound from a molotov that has long since stopped hurting, 3 welts which were the only remians of bullet wounds, some old cutting scared. Lastly, Ofcourse, his knee wound. It was a cut that appeard slightly open, the area in and around the cut coverd in a pitch black crust. When Darius moved his leg, the area around the crust started crack a little, causing a stinging sensation.

"Oh!" Elizabeth immediately drops to her knees, thoughtlessly bending to make her dress cushion them, then grimaces and catches herself on one arm. She's most of the way to touching the leg before she pauses.

"Ah, it hasn't been changed by the experiment, has it? I don't know how much I can help with an eldritch wound."

Without giving Darius a chance to answer, she shakes her head and touches her hand to his leg. It feels entirely within her power to heal, so she does.

"Don't worry, I probably couldn't understand half of the technical language that they use in that sort of book. I'm used to asking questions, though, and I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable. However, it is nice to meet a fellow practitioner!" He extends a hand. "I don't believe I've actually fully introduced myself, the full name's Remi Lorenzo. What's your speciality?"

Elizabeth accepts the handshake from her knees, bemused but a little charmed. She doesn't shake hands often and she hopes her grip is the right balance of gentle and firm to seem confident.

"A pleasure, Mr Lorenzo. I'm afraid healing is my speciality. What branch of the arts do you specialise in?"

She rubs a hand down her own leg, casually removing the last tears and mismatches, then thoughtlessly rocks onto her toes and pushes up to standing without using her hands.
 
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Elizabeth accepts the handshake from her knees, bemused but a little charmed. She doesn't shake hands often and she hopes her grip is the right balance of gentle and firm to seem confident.

"A pleasure, Mr Lorenzo. I'm afraid healing is my speciality. What branch of the arts do you specialise in?"

She rubs a hand down her own leg, casually removing the last tears and mismatches, then thoughtlessly rocks onto her toes and pushes up to standing without using her hands
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Well, Ms. Arche, I pierce beyond the veil of death. In more understandable terms, I speak with the dead." He chuckles. "Believe me, it's quite the experience. Do you have anyone you want to speak too? Some dead relative or friend? Perhaps a fiancé? I could try to arrange something for you." He quirks his brow as he waits for her response.
 
"Oh!" Elizabeth immediately drops to her knees, thoughtlessly bending to make her dress cushion them, then grimaces and catches herself on one arm. She's most of the way to touching the leg before she pauses.

"Ah, it hasn't been changed by the experiment, has it? I don't know how much I can help with an eldritch wound."

Without giving Darius a chance to answer, she shakes her head and touches her hand to his leg. It feels entirely within her power to heal, so she does.



Elizabeth accepts the handshake from her knees, bemused but a little charmed. She doesn't shake hands often and she hopes her grip is the right balance of gentle and firm to seem confident.

"A pleasure, Mr Lorenzo. I'm afraid healing is my speciality. What branch of the arts do you specialise in?"

She rubs a hand down her own leg, casually removing the last tears and mismatches, then thoughtlessly rocks onto her toes and pushes up to standing without using her hands.
Darius lets out a slight curse "Was like this when I got, did not react on healers before, but maybe eldritch mojo is enough to fix it...if not I am used to it by now." Darius reaches his hand out to Elisabeth and Remi "As I mentioned before, Darius marlow, Soldier, riot cop and proud son of Feisten, ready to serve at another front."
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Well, Ms. Arche, I pierce beyond the veil of death. In more understandable terms, I speak with the dead." He chuckles. "Believe me, it's quite the experience. Do you have anyone you want to speak too? Some dead relative or friend? Perhaps a fiancé? I could try to arrange something for you." He quirks his brow as he waits for her response.
Darius raises a brow "Have met some of your kind Mr.Lorenzo. I have no need of your services as of know, I am at peace with all my fallen comprades, friends and loved ones. All scars heal, even if they still hurt. This applies to physical and mental ones." Darius pulls his pants leg down and stands up, being careful to be sure and leans on his cane afterwards "I dabble in the liquid arts myself." Darius smiles "and with dabble I mean no formal training, picked it up through practice and exposure, although the liquid arts are more fit for that then the solid arts. I can patch up a wound, but my understanding is basic at best."
 
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Well, Ms. Arche, I pierce beyond the veil of death. In more understandable terms, I speak with the dead." He chuckles. "Believe me, it's quite the experience. Do you have anyone you want to speak too? Some dead relative or friend? Perhaps a fiancé? I could try to arrange something for you." He quirks his brow as he waits for her response.

Unfortunately, everyone Elizabeth has known well is still alive.

"Ah, thank you, no. I am quite fortunate in that respect. I would very much appreciate seeing you work, though. Do you require a link to the spirit? Oh, and do the dead have much to say about their afterlives?"

Darius lets out a slight curse "Was like this when I got, did not react on healers before, but maybe eldritch mojo is enough to fix it...if not I am used to it by now." Darius reaches his hand out to Elisabeth and Remi "As I mentioned before, Darius marlow, Soldier, riot cop and proud son of Feisten, ready to serve at another front."
Elizabeth returns the handshake. Two in ten minutes; maybe she should start practising.

Darius raises a brow "Have met some of your kind Mr.Lorenzo. I have no need of your services as of know, I am at peace with all my fallen comprades, friends and loved ones. All scars heal, even if they still hurt. This applies to physical and mental ones." Darius pulls his pants leg down and stands up, being careful to be sure and leans on his cane afterwards "I dabble in the liquid arts myself." Darius smiles "and with dabble I mean no formal training, picked it up through practice and exposure, although the liquid arts are more fit for that then the solid arts. I can patch up a wound, but my understanding is basic at best."

Elisabeth has no idea what to say to that philosophy.

"Maybe we could work together on the healing, if this group becomes a team? I know the theory, though my grasp of battlefield medicine is spotty at best."
 
Mina lazily opens an eye. "Tell my father's father that I miss him still, for all that he died when I was very young. Tell my other grandparents that they're awful, stupid people who did all they could to sabotage their own children. Or maybe don't, since then you'd have to talk to the bastards."
 
Unfortunately, everyone Elizabeth has known well is still alive.

"Ah, thank you, no. I am quite fortunate in that respect. I would very much appreciate seeing you work, though. Do you require a link to the spirit? Oh, and do the dead have much to say about their afterlives?"


Elizabeth returns the handshake. Two in ten minutes; maybe she should start practising.



Elisabeth has no idea what to say to that philosophy.

"Maybe we could work together on the healing, if this group becomes a team? I know the theory, though my grasp of battlefield medicine is spotty at best."
Darius laughs "Wel, isn't that fortunate. I have quite the understanding of normal ordinairy medicine and I have plenty experience of battlefield medicine too. The theory however, I am not very wel versed in." Darius smiles again.
Mina lazily opens an eye. "Tell my father's father that I miss him still, for all that he died when I was very young. Tell my other grandparents that they're awful, stupid people who did all they could to sabotage their own children. Or maybe don't, since then you'd have to talk to the bastards."
Typhon boops her nose with one of his claws, making a lazy burbeling noise.
 
The tiger grins as much as a tiger can and licks him. "Such a cute little deer-dog-lizard you are, yes. A bit heavy though." She becomes a cobra and slithers out from under the abomination, then goes back to her nap.
 
Mina lazily opens an eye. "Tell my father's father that I miss him still, for all that he died when I was very young. Tell my other grandparents that they're awful, stupid people who did all they could to sabotage their own children. Or maybe don't, since then you'd have to talk to the bastards."
Darius raises a brow "Have met some of your kind Mr.Lorenzo. I have no need of your services as of know, I am at peace with all my fallen comprades, friends and loved ones. All scars heal, even if they still hurt. This applies to physical and mental ones." Darius pulls his pants leg down and stands up, being careful to be sure and leans on his cane afterwards "I dabble in the liquid arts myself." Darius smiles "and with dabble I mean no formal training, picked it up through practice and exposure, although the liquid arts are more fit for that then the solid arts. I can patch up a wound, but my understanding is basic at best."

Unfortunately, everyone Elizabeth has known well is still alive.

"Ah, thank you, no. I am quite fortunate in that respect. I would very much appreciate seeing you work, though. Do you require a link to the spirit? Oh, and do the dead have much to say about their afterlives?"
He nods solemnly. "Both of you are lucky in that regard. Most of those I come across have some regrets or unfinished business." He turns to Elizabeth. "Ms. Arche, having some kind of object or way of identifying them is necessary, or else I'll just be pulling forth random spirits. As for the afterlife? I don't ask and they don't tell." He turns to Mina. "If you want me to contact them, I'll need a name and a picture."
 
"I'll see if I can find some pictures." Her tongue flicks lazily. "I like this power."
 
"So, does anyone know exactly what's going to happen now? I mean, we're all apparently gifted with some kind of supernatural powers or companions, so where does that leave us?"
"I think my superpower is 'Being a bit faster'." Albert said, then tilted his head to the side.

"And warping the laws of reality, apparently."
 
Scene 1-2: In The Break Room
When you all get to the break room, it's a pretty straightforward setup. There's a long table down the middle of the room, a small bookcase containing some board games along with a couple dozen books, and a variety of reasonably comfortable chairs to choose from. On the table is a tray of assorted sandwiches. In the back of the break room you can clearly see Doctor Hematite reading the Port Ferrous Inquisitor, quietly chuckling at the horrendously inaccurate articles in the propaganda-stuffed tabloid.
The reason the previous bindings failed is because there were no Ess'Vee interested in entering the world at the time.
Soon, the Doctor notices your presence, and says "Ah, I see you are all in relatively good health. Now that there has been a successful Binding, you're about to get access to the new headquarters the Senate arranged for you in the Administrative District."

The fact that the Administrative District was where the government operated out of, and where most of the rich people lived, was blindingly obvious to everyone involved.

After that brief pause, the Doctor asks "So, how are you all doing? This is the first attempt at Binding where the subjects actually survived, so I don't actually know what precise effects the process might have had." The Doctor nervously tugs on his rust-red beard before adding "Also, if you have any questions, or anything else you might want to say, now's the time."

The fact that Mina is currently in tiger form goes tactfully unmentioned, as does her snatching of a sandwich by transforming her mouth into a snake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Well, Ms. Arche, I pierce beyond the veil of death. In more understandable terms, I speak with the dead." He chuckles. "Believe me, it's quite the experience. Do you have anyone you want to speak too? Some dead relative or friend? Perhaps a fiancé? I could try to arrange something for you." He quirks his brow as he waits for her response.
The Doctor notes "I may wish to speak with you about that just after this meeting. I have some apologies to make to the previous batches of test subjects."
 
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Mina returns to her base form and chuckles. "Fine clothes and soft beds? Sounds like a plan."

She's already thinking up ways to spy on the people with power--and if need be to take their power away in a very permanent fashion. It's so easy to be sneaky when you can be anything.
 
"I feel.." Albert said, as if considering.

"..fine. Though I get the impression that that's abnormal. Where's my mutant arms?" Albert finished.
 
When you all get to the break room, it's a pretty straightforward setup. There's a long table down the middle of the room, a small bookcase containing some board games along with a couple dozen books, and a variety of reasonably comfortable chairs to choose from. On the table is a tray of assorted sandwiches. In the back of the break room you can clearly see Doctor Hematite reading the Port Ferrous Inquisitor, quietly chuckling at the horrendously inaccurate articles in the propaganda-stuffed tabloid.
The reason the previous bindings failed is because there were no Ess'Vee interested in entering the world at the time.
Soon, the Doctor notices your presence, and says "Ah, I see you are all in relatively good health. Now that there has been a successful Binding, you're about to get access to the new headquarters the Senate arranged for you in the Administrative District."

The fact that the Administrative District was where the government operated out of, and where most of the rich people lived, was blindingly obvious to everyone involved.

After that brief pause, the Doctor asks "So, how are you all doing? This is the first attempt at Binding where the subjects actually survived, so I don't actually know what precise effects the process might have had." The Doctor nervously tugs on his rust-red beard before adding "Also, if you have any questions, or anything else you might want to say, now's the time."

The fact that Mina is currently in tiger form goes tactfully unmentioned, as does her snatching of a sandwich by transforming her mouth into a snake.

The Doctor notes "I may wish to speak with you about that just after this meeting. I have some apologies to make to the previous batches of test subjects."
"I'm doing pretty well. However, I do wish to speak with you in private as well, regarding liability for your...previous test subjects and what I can do for you." He pulls a pen out of his pocket, which was seemingly empty before, and starts to twirl it around in his palm.
 
When you all get to the break room, it's a pretty straightforward setup. There's a long table down the middle of the room, a small bookcase containing some board games along with a couple dozen books, and a variety of reasonably comfortable chairs to choose from. On the table is a tray of assorted sandwiches. In the back of the break room you can clearly see Doctor Hematite reading the Port Ferrous Inquisitor, quietly chuckling at the horrendously inaccurate articles in the propaganda-stuffed tabloid.
The reason the previous bindings failed is because there were no Ess'Vee interested in entering the world at the time. {Hallo hallo daar, informatie}
Soon, the Doctor notices your presence, and says "Ah, I see you are all in relatively good health. Now that there has been a successful Binding, you're about to get access to the new headquarters the Senate arranged for you in the Administrative District."

The fact that the Administrative District was where the government operated out of, and where most of the rich people lived, was blindingly obvious to everyone involved.

After that brief pause, the Doctor asks "So, how are you all doing? This is the first attempt at Binding where the subjects actually survived, so I don't actually know what precise effects the process might have had." The Doctor nervously tugs on his rust-red beard before adding "Also, if you have any questions, or anything else you might want to say, now's the time."

The fact that Mina is currently in tiger form goes tactfully unmentioned, as does her snatching of a sandwich by transforming her mouth into a snake.

The Doctor notes "I may wish to speak with you about that just after this meeting. I have some apologies to make to the previous batches of test subjects."
Darius smiles at the doctor and says "Quite frankly, after all I have been through, I would have been suprised if this thing did me in. Granted, the only reason the previous subjects died is because there were no eldritch beings willing to enter at the time." Darius blink, confussed "Alright, I did not know that before." Darius face turns thoughtfull "We all seem to be affected differently...maybe it is wiser to state what has changed? All what happend to me is some odd hissing noise followed by music, a moment of odd vigor while getting out of the pod and another hissing noise followed by...wel, knowledge I did not have before. Maybe each person reacts to the eldritch being differantly, or maybe it is because the beings are differant?" Darius ponders, stroking his own greying beard, a full pepper-and-salt goatee to be exact.

Mina returns to her base form and chuckles. "Fine clothes and soft beds? Sounds like a plan."

She's already thinking up ways to spy on the people with power--and if need be to take their power away in a very permanent fashion. It's so easy to be sneaky when you can be anything.
Typhon is now propped on her head, holding on for dear live while making distressed "BWAARHPBWAARHP" noises. Darius hobbles over and picks his pet up, who makes a relieved burb.
"I feel.." Albert said, as if considering.

"..fine. Though I get the impression that that's abnormal. Where's my mutant arms?" Albert finished.
Darius looks at him oddly "Be happy boy, you could have been scarred for life with horrid malformations. I have been living with mundane deformations and it is not easy, eldritch ones would be worse. Who knows, maybe your gift is stuble."
"I'm doing pretty well. However, I do wish to speak with you in private as well, regarding liability for your...previous test subjects and what I can do for you." He pulls a pen out of his pocket, which was seemingly empty before, and starts to twirl it around in his palm.
Darius blinks "Pardon me mr.Lorenzo, I am quite confussed about where that pen came from. It seemed to have...popped out of nowhere!"
 
Jericho looks over at the doc after picking up a sandwich.
"The Administrative District eh? Can't complain about that, but the thing you put in my head is-getting kind of bored of Jericho just glowering at everyone." There is a notable change in Jericho's voice as I take over. Probably something to do with eldritch tones and whatnot.
Jericho growls. "Yes. That. It won't stop talking using my mouth." "Our mouth Jerry, you invited me in. Anyways, I'll stop talking now and let Jericho do his complaining. Just keep in mind, I'm here. Oh, and, to my fellow eldritch gods, I think you've got something to tell the doctor about. Ciao for now! I'll be watching."

Jericho opens and closes his mouth a few times. "Doc, you better be able to do something about that thing invading my head."
 
The fact that the Administrative District was where the government operated out of, and where most of the rich people lived, was blindingly obvious to everyone involved.
Valiard sighed. He'd have to go to [that] little cesspool of conceit, bureaucracy, and corruption again. Every time he'd walked into the Administrative District, he'd come out feeling like he needed to take a bath.
 
Darius blinks "Pardon me mr.Lorenzo, I am quite confussed about where that pen came from. It seemed to have...popped out of nowhere!"
"It came from my pocket. What a silly question. That's as silly as asking where my briefcase came from!" He slides his pen into a pocket protector and picks up his briefcase from by his feet, which almost certainly wasn't there before.
 
"It came from my pocket. What a silly question. That's as silly as asking where my briefcase came from!" He slides his pen into a pocket protector and picks up his briefcase from by his feet, which almost certainly wasn't there before.
Darius smiles as He retrieves his remaining belongings from a table in the breakroom, putting his pistol in its holster while not breaking eye contact with the lawyer before saying "Funny jest, Mr.Lorenzo. I might be old but I am No fool. Those objects were not there before. I did not see you reach into your pocket and I definitly would have noticed the Briefcase. A good fighter keeps his eyes on his suroundings." The old soldier all but growls. He then smiles "However, age has not worn away my sense of humour yet, not completly anyhow." With that Darius sits down and pets Typhon (his leg is stinging less, but stinging all the Same). "So, Mr.Lorenzo, any gifts bestowd by your passenger? Did it speak to you perhaps? The doctor wil want to know These things moving forward." Darius said.
 
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