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The Master of Ceremonies ([personal profile] i_am_your_host) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2016-12-13 04:11 pm

OOM and return EP

This is not the end.

The door creaks open to the sounds of voices shouting in German.

People screaming and crying.

Violence and confusion.

A body drags itself in through the doorway and crumples into a rapidly growing pool of blood on the floor.

The door closes and disappears.

And Emcee is dying.


[OOC: Plot-locked to Sunshine, Jay, Eric, and Guppy. Warning for gory traumatic injury in the first thread. Reactions are welcome!]
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-15 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why should I trust you, vampire killer?" Eric asks, automatically.
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[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2016-12-15 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair, says her flinch, but they don't have the time. It's taking her considerable effort to stay upright, at the moment.

"Because I believe we both want Emcee to live," she says, holding out her hand to Eric, palm up. "You've trusted me once before. Trust me again? For him?"
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-15 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you take advantage, I will rip your fucking face off," Eric tells her calmly, not addressing or acknowledging her comment in any way.

But he does put his large, cold hand in hers.
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu 2016-12-15 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"She won't." Guppy says. "She's got more sense."

He glances up at Rae for further instructions, but doesn't let go unless she says.
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[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2016-12-15 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well take comfort. I'd not even be able to stop you if you tried," Rae says, steeling herself for what she's about to try. She clasps Eric's cold hand in hers, setting her other hand over Emcee's heart. "Blood won't work, so he needs your strength in a form his body can use."

She casts her affinity down along her arm, through her hand and into Eric's. It is warmth, gentle and golden, like the faint caress of the sun's warmth on a chilly winter's day. Sunshine gives a weak tug at Eric's power at first, and then, as Rae's eyes clear, a stronger pull on his strength. She has only ever pushed before - sending her magic to do what she needs it to - or accepted power that was offered to her in direst need. Con's strength, Con's blood.

Her voice is toneless and faint, but insistent. "...You're going to want to move your hands, Guppy. We've got him."

Pulling at that dark power is different than accepting only what is offered. The force of it nearly makes her topple over. The offer had been implicit in him taking her hand, but she hadn't expected it to feel like trying to contain and direct a river bursting forth from the base of a great dam. It takes effort to remember to keep breathing, the sunlight net in her skin glowing golden from the sudden influx of power so counter to her own affinity. Sunshine feels the vampire's strength crash into her, roiling, and quickly directs it through her other hand and into Emcee. Now she knows, perhaps, what a lightning rod feels like. Or a fire hose at full-blast. It had been hard for her to focus before; now it is all she can do to direct that strength where it is needed most. She focuses repair on his heart first, strengthening it, rapidly speeding up the healing of the broken blood vessels and the creation of blood cells to fill them. And then she turns her attention to the additional tissue damage of the gunshot wounds, and one small but important matter...

Amid all the blood, a lump of metal rises over the lip of one of the rapidly shrinking wounds in Emcee's chest, and falls away to the side.
Edited 2016-12-15 20:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It is wrong.
Everything in him rebels at the sensation of something gushing forth, from his hand into Sunshine's and from there into Emcee and it's a struggle not to pull his hand away from her.

The light within her pains his hand (and reminds him of things that are far in the past and insignificant - and painful)and he bares his teeth, hissing loudly.
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu 2016-12-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as he gets the chance and the signal from Rae, Guppy gets the breathing tube out.

"Keep nice and still, Emcee."
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[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2016-12-15 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Keep still," she echoes, weakly. The wounds are still healing, bones knitting themselves together, the torrent still crashing through her. "We've got you."

As the last of the tissue damage is taken care of and the skin around the wounds is repaired, Sunshine loosens her hold on Eric's cold hand and tries weakly to shake her hand free of his grip. One of the problems of making up your apprenticeship as you go is occasionally not knowing how to stop something once you've started it. The best way she know how is to cut off the influx of power.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-15 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Eric pulls her hand away from hers with a snarl.
Everything hurts, the hunger (huge and black and ever growing) brought about by Sunshine's magic is making him feel dizzy and vulnerable and he does not like it.
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu 2016-12-15 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Guppy takes off the bloody glove, and takes the hand. His own hand is trembling.

"You're going to be okay." he says, shakily.

He's about to explain about the needles stuck in Emcee's legs, but the last bit of the magic appears to have popped them out.

"You're in Milliways. Rae and Eric and Jay are here."
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[personal profile] runningred 2016-12-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Jay gets out of the way while this is happening, ready to get between them if he has to but whatever Rae is doing is working.

And it's driving Eric pretty low. The put the blood bags aside, they're clearly not doing anything anymore and throws off his jacket.

He rolls up his sleeve and presents a wrist to Eric. They can deal with Jay's blood loss better than they can deal with Eric's blood lust.
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[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2016-12-15 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The backlash from the sudden cut in the flowing power had sent Sunshine stumbling hard into the bedside stand. Her hands leave bloody smears on it. It's probably good she only has tea in her stomach, though even the tea is threatening rebellion at this point. Her balance doesn't seem to be working right, and it feels like someone has turned up gravity to eleven. Seeing Emcee moving and holding Guppy's hand helps, though. His shadows are strong; he will be fine after some rest.

Her glassy gaze takes in the hungry, angry vampire, and she can't muster up an appropriate reaction. Probably not a good situation to be in, but she is just too mind-blasted and exhausted from the healing to care about potential death at those same hands. What did he think was going to happen? Isn't there some scientific theory or something about stuff like this? Maybe she could pitch a scientific treatise on it and get published - the Law of the Conservation of Energy in Relation to Vampiric Healing. The ancient, stuffy academics at the Other Museum would go into fits of jealousy. Her mind is rambling. She can feel gravity pulling at her, the difficulty of not drifting off.

She avoids Eric as she steps unsteadily away from the bed. She isn't even going to think about what Jay is doing. She turns on the water as hot as she can stand at the sink where she washed her hands... minutes and days ago. She has to get the blood off her hands. Every movement is automatic, unthinking. When her hands and forearms are clean again, pink with heat and scrubbing, she turns the water off. It does nothing to the dried blood on the gown, the apron beneath that, or her jeans and sneakers, but her hands are clean. It'll do.

Jay will take care of Eric if anyone can, and Guppy's got Emcee, who should be okay after some more rest. She finds the edge of the next bed over around the time her knees give way, lets herself lie down, and succumb to exhaustion.
Edited 2016-12-15 23:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-16 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Eric turns away from Sunshine (she caused his pain, she out to pay) and moves to where Jay is standing, his bared wrist ready.

When Eric takes hold of it, his fingers are like ice. And trembling.

It's obviously affected him more than he is willing to let on.


He lifts Jay's wrist to his mouth and bites down hard.
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[personal profile] runningred 2016-12-16 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jay grunts as Eric's fangs bear down, suppressing the pain as much as possible. Especially as he feels the small bones of his wrist flex under Eric's iron grip.

"I'm here, Emcee." He calls out, his voice tight with pushed down pain. "You're going to be okay." He wants to be holding Emcee but he needs to be distracting Eric.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-16 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Eric ignores the exchange.

And the tears.

(He can smell them).

He swallows wetly.

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[personal profile] runningred 2016-12-16 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Emcee, stay calm." Jays words carry a calm note of command, drawing Emcee's attention to him.

"Rae is fine, she's just resting. Eric is fine, he just needs to top up. I'm fine and I'll be with you in a moment. Just stay calm and let Guppy look you over."
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu 2016-12-16 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Guppy, having glanced over to check Rae is still breathing and can wait a moment, squeezes Emcee's hand gently.

"Yes you were shot. Rae and I tried to fix it but you were bleeding too fast, so Rae and Eric did some sort of healing boost. The bullets are out. I need to put another drip in you to replace the fluid, so lie still, OK?"

He hoped Emcee doesn't look at the floor.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2016-12-16 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He is still crying.

Eric swallows another mouthful of blood and lets go of Jay's wrist.


Two steps take him to Emcee's bedside.

He cannot abide tears.
Especially not tears that seem to slowly trickle down the inside of his skin.

He doesn't yell. He doesn't threaten.
He doesn't hit him.

Instead, he opens his bloody lips and says, in a soft voice smooth as honey, "Little Mouse, you have to stop crying. You are safe and tired and you should relax now," in German.
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[personal profile] runningred 2016-12-16 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Jay grunts softly as Eric's fangs leave his vein, moving to grab a bandage to put pressure on the wound. Eric is otherwise occupied. Which surprises Jay. He was expecting Eric to drink him next to dry and then take off.

Not this. He knows what it is. And he's not sure what to make of it.

His wrist bound, he checks on Rae, making her comfortable and wrapping a blanket around her hand getting warm water to start washing the last of the blood off her hands.

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