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| LornMind | Jul 11 2012, 07:50 PM Post #1 |
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A portal opens in the medical wing of the mansion and produces the form of Epsilon, who walks through and peeks around. "Let's go guys," he calls back, "We need to get those holes plugged on you Jagd. The nanomachines have already done a good amount of work to control bleeding and accelerate the healing process for your lungs, but you'll need a few more injections to really seal the deal." He looks around the medical wing. "Rachel has got to be the most loaded person in the world. I wish I'd had access to even a TENTH of the shit she's got lying around in this place," he says in awe. "God damn. Alright, I'll fanboy later, let's get you patched up man." |
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| Gleam | Jul 11 2012, 08:04 PM Post #2 |
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Jagd wanders through the portal and blinks. "Interesting. Warp method? Epsilon, momentarily patched, swaddling perhaps too intensive." A series of bandages, forced on him by a furious Isley, wrap his torso and leg and leave him somewhat roundish. Rachel, standing nearby, taps her umbrella against her shoulder with a sigh. "You would not understand the method. Mr . . . Epsilon, was it? I shall be relying on you more heavily in these following weeks. We are decisively low on medical personnel, and the evidence of your skill is present before me. I hope this does not disturb you overmuch." There are faint circles beginning to show beneath Rachel's eyes, and her voice is quieter than usual. Jagd cocks his head at her but chooses not to comment - or, rather, is hijacked as Isley appears from the portal behind him and instantly drags him to a nearby cot. There is a moment of wrestling as she tries to dump Jagd onto it. Siobhana steps out of the portal last, and rubs her face with a hand. "Oh, what good first impressions we make." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| LornMind | Jul 11 2012, 08:15 PM Post #3 |
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Epsilon nods at Rachel. "Hey, no problem," he says cheerily, "I'd love to help out." He sets his satchels down and pulls out three nanostims. "Isley, catch," he adds, tossing them to her. "Two in the chest, one in the neck." He pulls out several pieces of equipment and looks down at the four remaining nanostims he has. "Shit, I better get more made...Rachel, where do you keep your equipment for nanomachine synthesis?" He taps his chin. "And your equipment for making stims?" |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 13 2012, 09:32 PM Post #4 |
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"I believe, Master Epsilon, that Madam Rachel shall retire for the evening. Transporting so many to her manor in such a small time can be wearisome, even for magic users of her calibre." The strong voice of Valkenhayn R. Hellsing answered Epsilon, the aged werewolf striding over. "I, however, can lend assistance." Removing the outer portion of his jacket and rolling his sleeves up, the butler showed Epsilon where the kit was held. "Most of the equipment is kept fresh and sterilised by our Ars, so don't worry about anything like infection." he informed the scientist. "However, do e careful with a few of the nanomachine synthesisers. They aren't fully tested just yet and I would loathe to lose a man right now." Then the werewolf helped Isley wrestle Jagd to the cot, shooting a warning glare at the man. Badass though Jagd is, he was no Valkenhayn. Said butler then turned to Isley and Siobhana, bowing politely. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Valkenhayn R. Hellsing, butler to Madam Rachel and for the moment, a medical associate of Mr Zacharias Lorenz here." Taking Siobhana's aged hand, he gently kissed the knuckle as a sign of courtesy then rose to his full height. "Are either of the two of you injured or in need of medical attention?" |
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| Gleam | Jul 14 2012, 11:13 AM Post #5 |
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Rachel smiles at Valkenhayn, unashamed. "Yes. Epsilon, I had most of your machinery placed in the accompanying foyer. I confess to a certain amount of ignorance where technology of such a level is concerned - I'm afraid you will have to reassemble it." Siobhana grants the butler a similar smile. "Seré, I can quite honestly say I have never met another with your consideration. I am fine - Isley Dunmainn, my young compatriot, likely bears a concussion and need for stitching, and Jagd is rather punctured as always." The commander's struggles cease under the werewolf's stare, and he submits to Isley jabbing him with both the other needles. "Fuckin' idiot." Isley murmurs once she gets them in, then she sits down heavily beside him and begins to dissemble her pistol almost automatically, her hands moving without input. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| LornMind | Jul 14 2012, 07:16 PM Post #6 |
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With a grin, Epsilon thanks both Rachel and Valk and adds to Rachel before she departs, "No worries. I don't really expect anyone to know how to put those things together they're..." He scratches his head awkwardly, "The workings of a crazy person to be honest. Maxwell had a lot of input." Epsilon sets to synthesizing more nanites for Jagd on later puncture-rific occasions and then snaps his finger in remembrance. "Isley," he says suddenly, "Here, take one of these." He hands her a small stim, "Small dose of morphine for the pain. I'll run a full diagnosis in a second, unless of course Classy McBadass would care to?" He smiles in jest at Valkenhayn and stretches his neck. The pain in his back is beginning to become enormously bothersome. He'd deal with his own problems when everyone else was sorted out...A small hiss, sharp and tinny. "Fuck," he says in an even tone. "Cracked capacitor." He taps his reactor in several locations and it raises up, farther than it normally would and emits a loud hiss of steam. "I need someone with an even hand and a small dose of the crazies to do a small repair on my capacitor..." He looks between Jagd and Valkenhayn and grins, "Any takers?" |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 14 2012, 10:57 PM Post #7 |
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Looking at Isley, Valkenhayn observed her with a critical eye before crouching down in front of her. "Miss Dunmainn, would you care to look this way?" A small torch was shone into her eyes and she was asked to follow it. "Thank you." The werewolf stood back up and motioned to Epsilon. "I suspect a concussion and a burst eardrum due to the way she is talking, Mr Lorenz." Valkenhayn informed the scientist. Then his voice dropped to a low whisper. "I would also recommend some sort of scan on her cranial health. Something...doesn't seem quite right and I do not know the medical procedures concerning it. I fear slight brain damage, but I cannot be sure." Then the werewolf heard of Epsilon's own problems and frowned. "Mr Metschulin is currently indisposed. Give me adequate instruction and I shall attempt to do the repair, Mr Lorenz." Valkenhayn told him. "Or if you would prefer, I could inform Mr Hetfield, the other Miss Dunmainn or Miss Gaspar? I understand that they're mechanics and may be better suited to injuries of a more machine like nature." Edited by Blue Warlord, Jul 14 2012, 11:19 PM.
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| Velvien | Jul 14 2012, 11:18 PM Post #8 |
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Two knocks precede a vicious kick to the door, knocking it off its hinges. Ragna limps into the medical bay and snarls at the group. "So. Which one of you nutcases is the doctor?" He glances at Valkenhayn and smirks. "Sorry, mutt. Couldn't get you a new chew toy." |
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| Gleam | Jul 15 2012, 12:07 AM Post #9 |
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Jagd turns with furrowed brows and tries to tilt up Isley's chin. She doesn't resist as he looks into the corners of her eyes. "Suboptic bleeding." he notes. "Cranial bleeding. Operation necessary." He stands with a grunt. "Will retrieve Hannah for reactor repair, location known. Then attention required for Isley. Savvy?" He snaps a bow to Valkenhayn - "Messere - " and is gone, striding off into the depths of the mansion after the other members of his team, and almost runs straight into the silver-haired teenager, only dodging him with a swift sidestep and a shoulder pat. "Apology, time vital, move forward." Siobhana shakes her head at the sudden retreat and seeks a seat beside Isley, who is still automatically dissembling and reassembling her gun, her eyes glazed over and the needle of morphine laying unused beside her. "Thank you, Sir Valkenhayn, but we look after our own." she says, taking up the morphine needle and gently slipping it into Isley's arm, pressing the plunger down. When it was empty, she extracted the medical implement and glances at the newcomer. "I can't say we've met previously." she states with an inclined head. "Sir Valkenhayn, may I presume you bear an acquaintance with this guest?" |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 15 2012, 07:24 PM Post #10 |
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Valkenhayn arched an aged eyebrow at Ragna's introduction and turned to Siobhana again. "Not a concern, milady. I can understand your insistence on this matter. The bonds of family can run thicker than mere blood relations in certain cases." the werewolf began. "However, as to your query, this is the notorious SS-ranked criminal, Ragna the Bloodedge. And unfortunately, yes, I do bear an acquaintance. Far be it from me to pick and choose whomever Madame Rachel decides to play with each week, the boy here appears to be her favourite toy." He looked at Ragna once more. "And will silence his crude tongue in the presence of guests in Madame Rachel's household, lest he will run the risk of having it permanently removed." |
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