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November 29, 1999 |
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Damen appears, shotgun drawn. He smirks, "Stick em up."
Pestilence stands next to a light gold Dodge Intrepid.
She chuckles. "Stop now."
Damen smiles wanly. "I'm serious...reach for the glock and I'll just kill her. At this point...I'm at a whatever works mood."
Pestilence crosses her arms and places them on the hood of her car. She rests her chin on her arms. "And then what. A dead Yo. That doesn't help anybody."
Damen shrugs, "It saves her....from you." Damen reaches one hand into his jacket, his other keeping the shotgun trained on you. He tosses a collar towards the car, where it clatters on the hood.
She swipes it off the car. It lands nearby in the grass. "You're bluffing." She moves to open the car door.
Damen cocks the shotgun and blasts the windshield, showering her with glass. A quick motion and the shotgun is recocked. He squints, "You should know me well enough that I'm not. I drove a spike through my own skull to stop voices I thought came from demons....you don't think I would empty the chamber of this gun into you...to rid the world of another?"
Pestilence reaches her hand into her own jacket, "I know you well enough to know that you care for her more than you care for yourself..."
Damen sighs softly. "I'm sorry, lass." He points the shotgun at her stomach.....and squeezes the trigger.
Pestilence's body is thrust back away from the car. A rather loud *thump* is heard as she hits the ground.
Damen shakes his head slowly, as he cocks the shotgun again. He moves towards her, the gun pointed out before him. "Yo?"
Pestilence lies several feet from the Intrepid, her right hand slides over the wound at that side of her stomach. Her black eyes stare off into the sky and her breathing is shallow.
He retrieves the collar, keeping one eye and the shotgun trained upon her prone form. He straightens and walks to her, kneeling at his side.
Pestilence meekly reaches out for him with her left hand in a ridiculous effort to push him away. Blood gushes over her other hand.
Damen nods. shhing her, "It will all be over soon, my own." He reaches down, pushing her hands aside and fastening the collar around her neck. The seal glows, where the metal meets metal....and fuses together. Damen moves his free hands to cover your wound, trying to stop the flow of blood.
Pestilence continues to struggle but her strength has obviously left her, "..don't touch me, wretched..." her voice is hardly audible.
Damen nods. His eyes glaze over. Damen reaches forward...
Nephthys appears, grasping Damen's hand.
Damen has his hands on Yosannah's stomach. Which has just been blown partially away by a shotgun.
Nephthys pulls a card from her sleeve, taking hold of Damen by the arm.
Reception and Emergency Room...
...Damen sighs, "But we can move her after they save her." Damen growls, the sound low in his throat. "I wish Crash were on duty."
Nephthys glances around quickly, "Where is best? I'm a novice when it comes to healing."
Damen sighs softly.
Nephthys nods, "Alright. Crash?" She runs over to the receptionist.
Pestilence's breathing becomes ever more faint. Slowly, however, the black pools in her eyes begin to drain away.
Damen 's eyes glaze over again.
Blood begins to trickle down the corner of Yosannah's mouth and a pool of blood has formed on the floor near her hip.
Nephthys voice becomes increasingly impatient and more demanding as an emergency team comes rushing around the corner, The one who looks like he's in charge of it motions for Damen to place her on one of the gurneys.
Damen is talking via trump.
The medical team takes charge, moving Yosannah onto a gurney. Yosannah's hand flops practially lifelessly at the side of the gurney as her green eyes fall on Damen. The fifth returns with several bags of blood, pole, tubes and needles being set up as the first bag is attached, the needle inserted into Yosannah's arm and securely fastened there with surgeon's tape.
Damen growls, "Screw this." he grabs Yosannah's hand. "Neph...I need contact."
Nephthys nods and walks over. "What do you need me to do?"
Damen frowns, "Just wait...the problem with Chaosians is that they always want to negotiate." Damen reaches forward, "He's coming here."
Nephthys says, "To the Abyss with them, do what needs to be done, they're not worth a life."
Jenner and Rayven appear suddenly from shadow.
Damen let's go of Jenner's hand, both of his own coated in blood. "As I said...shotgun to the stomach. She's lost a lot of blood."
Jenner says "Are they replacing it?" Jenner looks at the tubes.
Damen shrugs, "I missed that class in nedical school. I haev no idea." He looks to Nephthys.
Nephthys nods and answers Damen, "Yes, all is in place. The bleeding is halted and she's getting blood."
Rayven scans the whole of the place and moves to the holobed holding Yosannah. She starts ordering the staff who seem to defer to her as 'Doctor'. "You, grab a pan to catch the shot. You, set up another blood IV. I want more pints available. You, quick picking your nose and get a mop." In the midst, she looks at the blinky lights on the wall, apparently a status monitor of Yosannah's vitals.
Damen moves to Yosannah's side. "She needs to live, Jenner." He casts a look to Nephthys, the lines of his brow clearly furrowed.
A doctor leans an ear in close to Yosannah's mouth. He curses under his breath and looks the the same monitor. He curses under his breath as he reaches for his stethoscope. A flatline suddenly begins to run across the monitor, "...shit.."
Jenner walks over to Yosannah's side.
Rayven nods to Jenner after the flatline. "That's our cue...", she says as she lays her hands on Yosannah.
Jenner says "Provided she is not determined to die, she will, Damen." Jenner's hands sprout claws.
Nephthys remains silent and in place, a look of understanding as Damen glances at her.
Jenner slices both arms open, wrist to elbow, and bleeds on Yosannah. Rayven's gaze gain considerable distance very rapidly. Jenner's blood does not flow as fluids should; rather than pooling where it lands, it more or less crawls toward Yosannah's gunshot wound.
Rayven's mind threads into Yo's, trying to bellow deep into that which drives her essence. She is precise, and due to the immediacy, quite blunt in her mental travels. She seeks the part of her mind not yet consumed by lifelessness. Rayven continues looking distant.
Yosannah's skin beneath Rayven's touch seems to ripple gently, the only evidence of Rayven's workings.
Damen brings a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose, then turns his gaze again to the prone form of Yosannah.
~...please..~ Yosannah's call
is faint, ~..it hurts...~
Jenner looks at the shadgen medic approaching with a defibrillator, and rumbles, "Come any closer with that and I will insert it into you."
Rayven murmurs with a faint nod, "Got her... " The blood pooled on Yosannah's form helpfully lended by
Jenner begins to writhe and glow, travelling slowly to the most wounded areas of Yosannah's form. Jenner looks back at his arm. "One liter, give or take."
~...she doesn't want to let me go..~
Rayven's mindvoice is gentle, yet strong, and the tone, almost a siren's call, luring Yosannah to her. ~I promise to take the pain if you follow me ... Come to me...~
~I can't see you.~
Jenner says "Liter two."
Rayven leans closer to Yosannah, her gaze still frightfully distant.
More of Jenner's blood seeps into Yosannah's body.
Rayven's mindvoice continues
to beckon and along the same path in which she communicates, she
sends along a golden threadlike image, weaving around and through her
words. ~Can you see me now? You are very close... I can come in
further... Just reach... follow my voice... ~
Jenner looks at the IV rack. "Looks like
two of oh neg in. One five of mine."
~ She won't let me go,~ Yo's
voice is panic stricken, ~Please I can't reach you.~
Rayven inhales smoothly and as the pools of blood writhe, small pellets from the blast begin to escape from Yosannah's form, dropping onto the floor with a small rattle. An orderly scrambles to get the pellets.
Jenner looks at Damen. "Is it just me, or does this sort of thing just follow you around?"
Damen smiles faintly, "Not so bad as others....it only happens when it counts. She hosts one of the horsemen."
Rayven gets a slightly perturbed look on her face then pivots her gaze, staring straight at Yosannah's face. "Let go", she rumbles in a voice that has no business coming from her form.
Jenner says, "Go?" as he turns.
Rayven's mind dives deeper,
and gets fairly growly in a mothery-over-protective fashion. It seems
much bigger. Reptilian, maybe. The glow of hergolden eyes pierces
through your mind to find this small voice. It sheds a bright beam of
light into your mind. ~Come to me.~
Yosannah gasps abruptly. Suddenly, her breathing becomes even again. The monitors blip into action showing Yosannah's condition to be something other then flatline. Not quite stable, leaps and peaks here and there. But apparently the jump-start worked.
Nephthys smiles faintly, looking eased.
Rayven's whole body seems to exhale and she clears her throat gently. "Sorry", she murmurs to Jenner. "Something was trying to fight with me for her..."
Damen nods, "Pestilence. The collar should keep her suppressed."
Jenner turns, veeeery slowly, and looks at Damen. "*that* horseman?"
Nephthys brow raises as she approaches the holobed, "I remeber that one."
Rayven still doesn't blink . She continues to work on the physicality of Yosannah now, carefully urging the pellets to come forth from the lady's body. In the wake of the pellets, Jenner' s blood, taking on a viscous golden tinge, works to patch up the wounds. "Whatever", she murmurs. "Surpressed. It is still present... Present in the deepest part of the mind... Where life and death live."
Damen says "Do not condemn Yosannah because of the entity that controls her."
Jenner rubs his forehead. "Don't you think that little detail might've been something you would have wanted to mention?"
Damen says "Would you be able to keep her in Hendrake, Jenner? Or somewhere safe? The horsemen will come for me first...they know of her and my past..." He gauges Jenner's expression, "Or perhaps not. She needed to be saved...that's all I acted upon."
Jenner walks over to Damen, grabs his shoulders, and shakes. "Damen. You're gibbering. Shut up a minute and breathe."
Rayven's mind settles
fractionally, but she holds fast to the part of you that wished to
live, bathing it in golden light as she goes through the more mundane
physical minstrations.
Damen quirks an eyebrow up, but ceases
his commentary.
Rayven's healing powers work
from the inside out. She begins at the deepest and most critical
points of injury and weaves the combination of Jenner's red blood and
Rayven's golden blood into each wound, securing the damaged area
before methodically moving onto the next. Non-vital wounds are
ignored for the moment.
Damen gestures then, "Need to keep the collar on."
Jenner says "I'd put that together, thanks." Jenner says "Now. What I /meant/ was, that it would have been useful to know of a secondary threat to her beforehand."
Damen nods, "I agree...I'm sorry, I was more intent on saving her life."
Jenner says "Well. Hopefully it's water under the bridge." Jenner looks at Rayven for some sign of how things are going/have gone.
Damen nods, "Hopefully." Damen says "So...will you offer her sanctuary?"
Rayven seems to be
methodically shoving out the pellets at present, and her posture has
eased somewhat. The wounds are closing up thanks to the artistic
combination of Jenner and Ray blood, if you're into that kind of
art.
Nephthys looks down at Yosannah, "Is there a way to test if it's still in her?"
Rayven's energy continues to
patch until everything seems stable, then gently carries Yo's mind
into the realm of consciousness.
Jenner says "You're going to have to give me some background if you want me to figure out a reasonably safe place to put her."
Rayven rumbles, "Whatever it is, it's there. Showed no signs of leaving when I visited."
Nephthys nods, "I meant to see if any of it went elsewhere."
Damen frowns, "I think the only way to get it out....is if it believes it's host is dying....not a chance I'm willing to take at the moment.
Damen nods, "I'll get you that information, Jenner....she should be safe here one night."
Nephthys grins in response to Damen, "That's definately doable when she' completely recovered."
Damen raises an eyebrow and regards Nephthys.
Nephthys slides her hands into her kimono sleeves, "Bring her by Egypt."
Damen turns, looking down to Yosannah.
Jenner says "Everything all right, Rayven?"
Rayven slowly unravels from her leaned-over position and the distance slowly diminishes from her gaze. She looks to Jenner, nods, then shrugs a bit. "I believe the patient and I are sufficiently intact..."
Damen reaches down and grasps Yosannah's hand. He speaks softly, "Just sleep. You're safe."
Yosannah mumbles something incoherant.
Nephthys steps quickly out of Damen's way.
Rayven withdraws her hands from Yosannah and takes a step back. She wipes her hands on her dress absently then uses the back of her hand to brush small beads of sweat from her own brow.
Jenner walks over to Rayven, ready to lend support. Damen leans down, to better make out what Yosannah is saying. "...you shot me..." Damen frowns and nods, "I did."
Rayven rests her hand on Jenner's arm though doesn't seem in particular danger of keeling over or anything. She says to Jenner, "Patient is stable... I think I need a drink... I can come back and check on her later... Are we done with our business here for now?"
Damen turns, looking to Jenner and Rayven, "I thank you both."
Jenner says "You'll get our invoice in six to ten business days."
Damen smirks.
Yosannah's breathing becomes steady and deep.
Jenner says "Come by the house and we'll discuss this nonspecific demonic possession business."
Rayven grins a bit and inclines her head toward Damen.
Damen nods. "I will."
Jenner encircles Rayven with his arm and begins to sparkle.
Damen let's go of Yosannah's hand to let her sleep. "I'll have to send a few of my men over....to watch over her."
Nephthys nods, "How are you, have you been injured?"
Damen shakes his head, walking over to Neph. "Not physically." He smiles, "But it's been a rough night."
Nephthys visually scrutinizes him as he approaches, "Yes, I've noticed." she smiles.
Damen offers her his hand, "Let's get out of here." Nephthys takes Damen's hand, "Okay."
Later, sometime in the evening...
Damen steps into the room, and walks to Yosannah's side when he sees her.
A nurse immediately runs to Damen's side and pushes him back toward the nurses counter, "You can't go in there sir. I'm sorry." We're under strict quarantine, Sir. She needs to be isolated... Damen says "And I repeat...if you don't let me see her...I'll bring this whole building down." He shrugs, "Besides...I've probably spent more time with her than anyone else."
The nurse sighs, "Fine, but we're not responsible. And I'm going to get a Doctor." She moves away.
Damen fehs and continues his trek to Yosannah's side. He peers down at her, bringing a hand to gently stroke her hair. "Yo?" he whispers softly.
Yosannah stirs. Her eyes open at his touch. "Damen.. you shouldn't be here."
Damen smiles, "Hell couldn't keep me away, lass."
Yosannah exhales slowly, "It's not hell that I'm worried about."
Damen nods, "I need to get you out of here.....and soon."
Yosannah closes her eyes as talks, "You're not my keeper, Damen. And you're the reason I'm here." She slides her hand over her stomach. Damen nods, "I needed to get that collar on you, lass. I saw no other way." He regards her silently for a moment. "Do you want me to leave?"
Yosannah slides a hand up to her throat, "I didn't realize that's what this was for. Nobody told me. They just said I wasn't supposed to take it off." She ignores the question about leaving.
Damen nods, "I'm the only one who can take it off, Yosannah. I'm not going to be able to use a lot of my talents because of it....it's sapped me."
She whispers matter of factly, "...they'll kill you.."
He nods. "In which case...we'll both die." Yosannah turns her head toward the wall, "You've made the decision for me. Thank you, that's very kind of you."
Damen nods thoughtful, "Well...add it to your list...reasons why to stay away from Damen. Yo...what happens if you die...and no host is nearby?"
She sighs, "How should I know. You say that as if you've already written me off."
Damen smiles slightly. "If I had written you off...do you think I would have gone through all of this trouble?"
Yosannah studies him, "I wouldn't even want to guess at knowing why you do half the things you do."
Damen smiles, shaking his head. "I've tried to explain that to you for a long time....you've just never bought it."
Yosannah pauses in reflection for a moment, "Tell me who some of those people we re last night."
"Two I knew...Jenner and Nepththys. Nephthys was the one who helped me get you here....Jenner was the one who helped heal you....the other...I didn't catch her name..but she was a friend of Jenners."
Yosannah nods, "I don't know Jenner. I've seen you with that woman before."
Damen nods, "Jenner is the Lord of Hendrake....Nephthys is a Lady from Yyrvrael. Both are my friends." Damen studies your form, "How do you feel?"
She looks up at you, green eyes slightly dim, "I ache. Other than that, apparently I'm making people ill withough meaning to."
Damen nods, frowning. "Something I was hoping the collar would avoid."
He pauses , "Yo...I need to get you out of here...to somewhere the others can't find you."
"Where will we go."
He shakes his head, "I have no idea."
"You'll come up with something. You always do."