Vesper is often, by those who know it, called the City of Mysteries. These past few weeks one might have called it more appropriately ‘The City of Rumors’ for they are flying fast and thick and seem to be on the lips of every tavern patron, cabbie and crier on the street. Rumor has it that the Senate is in talks with the Psi Stalkers to bolster the Vesper Army in return for territorial concessions. Rumor has it that delgations are meeting in secret with Dogwood for some sort of backroom deal. Rumor has it that the Thirty have ordered a tripling of the number of Armsmen. Rumor has it that Sarenthon is being courted to take sides in some upcoming cataclysmic war.
What is not a rumor is the call up of an additional two thousand citizens into the army now taking shape some distance to the west of the city bringing the total up to seven thousand with an unconfirmed number of mercenaries. The training of the army is keeping most of the Armsmen and many of the Justicars quite busy. According to the official line there are still more than enough Justicars to keep the city and surrounding environs safe.
Felipe knows otherwise. In the past two weeks a string of people – mostly women – bearing gristly knife wounds have been brought to the Restorium, always in the dead of night. Most are not alive when they arrive. The ones that are tend to be half mad with terror. Another rumor makes the rounds, that something or someone stalks the streets of Dragon’s Gate, killing whom it will. The last victim was found scant meters away from the Cyber Knight Chapterhouse.
She died ten minutes after being found.
Tonight there’s a mist creeping in from the sea – unusual for this time of year but not unheard of. It fills the streets of Dragon’s Gate with ghostly, billowing clouds that diffuse the light and distort any shape more than twenty feet away. People hurry about their errands, unconsciously eager to be indoors after the light fades, which it will in a few minutes. Already the Ley Lamps are coming on but somehow the Night City seems… distant, and less lively tonight.
Despite being blind.
He is getting better at circumventing that.
Astride his cyber-raptor, he lets the beast guide him to the Restorium, where he dismounts, using a telescopic quarterstaff to assist with walking. He scans the Restorium for any mind with some familiarity with similar cases of murder… and goes seeking Felipe.
“Ah hear murder most foul walks the streets o’ Vesper, of late,” says he as he approaches. “Word is, you been treatin’ most o’ the victims. Ah’m Ser Mercier. We jus’ had ourselves another.”
He, along with the other healers at the Restorium, had their hands full before all of this unfolded, but his personal workload appeared to have doubled over that course of time; what little time he had to go back ‘home’ to rest and catch up with Pegi was now rerouted to the cases of patients that were continually shuttled in one after the other, dead or alive.
In his unfiltered yet unshared opinion, the ones who are still breathing would be better off dead. No one deserves to live with that kind of trauma.
Amid the haze of working consistently with meager breaks, Felipe is alert enough to notice Mercier’s approach. It takes a little more effort for him to keep himself from walking any further, maintaining his balance as he looks over at the Cyber-Knight. “Looks like you’ve heard right,” he says, sounding as exhausted as he looks. There’s a pause when he’s told there’s another one to add to the list, grimly nodding before adding, “Felipe Usnavi. There’s already been so many…but let’s have a look.”
Her stay had turned out to be longer than intended, and as it was in her nature to do so, Ilyze could not outright refuse the request for her to offer assistance at the Restorium. Her particular brand of ‘healing’ seemed to be more effective than the usual methods, depending on the case. It was also draining, more so than working in the garden, so the sometimes healer would take her breaks as she needed, lest she end up counting herself amongst those lying faint in bed. That seemed to her a very distasteful situation to be in.
She takes tea and nibbles on a sweet roll, sitting in the waiting area of the lobby to the Restorium when the Cyber-Knight arrives. Arching a brow at the man, she takes another sip of her tea as she listens to the conversation that’s intercepted by Felipe. That poor man, she thinks, although she refrains from shaking her head. There’s one who doesn’t take breaks as oft as he needs.
“Hmm.” Rising to her feet, Ilyze sets down her teacup. She tears off half of the roll she has left, pocketing the portion she’d nibbled before stepping over to slip the other bit into Felipe’s hand. “Eat.” It’s not a suggestion. Then she turns her attention towards Ted, head tilting just slightly. She glances back at Felipe. “I’ll come along.” Maybe because she’s concerned the doctor might collapse. They’ve also got a blind man, apparently, but if he’s gotten here then he must have his methods.
Ardul walks the streets of Dragon Gate with her companion watching the shadows and alleys. It had been a long day on patrol. With that many people being recruited, the ‘contractors’ had lots of work with the city. “The rumours are getting worse.” she murmurs as she guides them to Restorium. “I’m hearing of attacks in these streets.” She’s not worried about them for herself, she’s big enough and ugly enough to look after herself, but she knows there are others who are better prey.
She wants to check in on the patients she delivered a week or so ago and see what else might be gained on the attacks. It shouldn’t take long, this visit. Then they can be on their way. Hopefully to get dinner and then a hot bath and some sleep. She won’t be returning to Sarens Rest.
“Doctor. Ilyze. Ser Mercier.” she says as she enters, glancing between the three in mute enquiry.
Itn the south side of the lowest level of the Restorium is the portion of the facility that would have been called the ’emergency room’ in another time. The ley lights have come on and are casting a warm glow about the place. It makes the hospital look warm and comforting rather than cold and clinical, a deliberate choice.
A grey wolfen with a cybernetic arm and a pistol tied down to his side steps in behind the winged woman and nods his greetings. He’s no lawkeeper, but in a pinch he’ll do and at the moment there is indeed a pinch no matter what the senate says.
“Evening.” He greets everyone. Most of the patience of whatever this thing is – The Cutter it’s being called – haven’t survived but there’s always the hope that one might have and be sane enough to talk about it.
It’s not very likely but one can hope.
Outside the darkness is gathering, causing the lights in the fog to appear not a little ghostly.With Ilyze now joining them, Felipe takes a moment to glance over. “Please do,” he says to her, the corner of his lips quirking in a sad attempt at a smile. He looks back over at Ser Mercier, gesturing between the two. “Ser Mercier, this is Ilyze. She’s been a great help around here…” And like a Rube Goldberg machine, the roll placed in the open palm of his free hand immediately goes up to his face, involuntarily stuffing it into his mouth as he walks on with the others. Although tired, his gratefulness shows, granting him a little more fuel to keep him going.
“Ardul.” In the middle of chewing, he quickly swallows, lifting a hand halfheartedly in greeting. “Hunter.” Very little contempt is found in the gesture toward the pair; in fact, he sort of expected to see them again under similar circumstances. He sort of wonders if someone’s planning this out on the side, but that’s a thought best saved for later. His energy is now spent focusing on the dead woman brought about by the two squires, almost wordlessly signaling them to bring her over into a certain spot within the facility. Pulling back the sheet isn’t pretty, but it has to be done in order to take a better look at the body.
“…She’s suffered the same way the others did, then,” he says after a few prolonged minutes, maybe to himself, maybe to the others who are present. “Attacked. It looks like the same wounds…”
Ilyze’s nod is out of reflex as Felipe introduces her to the knight. “Wish I could say it was a pleasure, save for the circumstances,” she amends. Hazel eyes flick ovr towards the doorway, taking in the winged woman and her furrier companion, both of whom she also offers a nod. It’s getting crowded here.
With the latest victim’s body being brought in, she steps back, arms folded as she looks on. She hadn’t seen the others who had been brought in, so she’s not sure what to expect once Felipe pulls the sheet away. Brow furrowing, she automatically casts her senses over the prone form, although she suspects that death’s pure order is already laying a quick claim that it might neutralize any lingering chaos that had been inflicted.
‘Off her mind…’ Ilyze considers the words, her eyes sliding back towards Ted. She would not want to be in the mind of a dying person, but what the Cyber-Knight puts forth still begs the question of what exactly had assaulted these victims.
It’s more that ‘Knight-Commander’ is Arduls past, a life she can’t return to. Yet, if ever. And here, on Rifts Earth, the title means nothing – she’s only a contractor. Grey eyes light on Teddy when he touches her mind and she inclines her head in his direction. <~ Just Ardul, Ser Mercier. ~>
Stepping out of the way as the squires enter “Another victim? This Cutter is getting bold. Have any of the victims survived and are they able to say what happened?” It’s funny that the winged woman has such a problem with magic but telepathy doesn’t seem to phase her at all.
“This is Hunter, Ilyze.” she introduces the woman and the wolfen. It’s almost perfunctionary the way she does it. Her eyes track in the direction of the street they just entered from “Even the shadows seem darker out there.”
“According to my information, which is unconfirmed I might add, all the victims are women and all found in streets around Dragon Gate.” It might seem morbid but she steps forward to inspect the body herself, remaining silent for many long moments “The wounds on her hands and wrists indicates she tried to defend herself… but these others….” grey eyes turn to the Wolfen “I’m not familiar with all weapons on Rift Earth but they look familiar. A spear, perhaps.” Looking to Felipe “Is there anything in the wounds that might indicate the material that was used?”
“Ser Mercier, you say she was terrified. Was there anything else you could glean?”Hunter looks over the wounds. He’s seen other victims. The sight doesn’t distrub him. To be clear he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the sight, nor the smell. It’s nauseating on several levels. But it’s not the kind of thing that finds purchase on his mind. He’s seen worse in terms of the sheer carnage inflicted. On civillians too. That’s out in the bush though where these kinds of things are expected to happen. Here?
Here the real terror in it is the fact the ordinarily it doesn’t happen.
“Not a very efficient way to kill.” He observs quietly. He’s right. Most of the cuts are fairly shallow as such things go and none of the injuries are the sorts of thing that taken by themselves would be fatal. It was, Felipe will likely find later, most likely shock from loss of blood that did the woman in.
The injuries were not intended to kill for all their precision. Hobble, yes. Terrify and torture, yes. But not kill. Not immediately, anyway.
Outside the shadows close in. Movements flit back and fortha outside. That’s not horribly unusual. The night is young. People pass by here and there, but fewer than before all this started.
People are scared. You can almost feel it in the air in some neighborhoods.
To Hunter, he gives a nod of his head. “It’s efficient if no telepaths or empaths can track the killer… Ah’m loath ta suggest it, but what about a spirit-talker? This is out o’ mah league…”
Then there’s a shake of his head. “The women who survived are far from being able to say anything about it. Too traumatic an experience. And I don’t blame them — for a normal citizen, it takes time to recover from something like that.” Straightening up again, he glances over at Hunter. “I don’t really know if they were trying to kill them outright, but they seem to have a certain way of doing it.” His finger absently runs over the screen, pulling up his other notes. “So far as I can tell, these aren’t just random cuts either. Someone knows what they’re doing with, uh, a knife. Or something like it.”
There’s not much she can do for a dead body. Ilyze turns away as the others look the corpse over, listening to their observations. What a thing to happen in the city, indeed. Things like this shouldn’t happen, and either it’s just a terrible coincidence or someone has decided to take advantage of current events, be they rumor or not.
“But to what purpose…?” she muses, aloud but under her breath, as though she didn’t wish to be included in the conversation. She’s stepped away from the group, moving over by the doorway to look out into the darkness. It’s strange, the way everything blurs together, yet nothing can be seen apart from the shadows. Almost alive.
“Well it’s working.” Ardul speaks just as quietly stepping back to stand beside the Wolfen glancing up him “People are scared and staying off the street.” She ponders that as the others speak. She’s noticed the shadows dancing on their way there but she’s no telepath or sensitive and only has her instincts and experience to go on.
“Is there anything common to these women? What attracts this Cutter?” Magic, Pyschic abilities, hair colour? Or is it just that they’re women? She wouldn’t say ‘easy prey’ – many women on Rifts Earth are more than able to look after themselves.
As Ilyze muses outloud, so does the blonde, moving to stand beside the other woman and peer out the door. “What are they achieving by making everyone scared and getting people off the streets?” That doesn’t really make sense, unless whatever this Cutter is, feeds off of fear.Hunter waves his hand. “Not what I mean. It’s a bad way to kill someone. They’d take ten, fifteen minutes to die from this. Maybe longer, depending on what species. Plenty of time to scream for help, plenty of time to be interrupted. So the kill is only half the point. The cutter wants its victims to live. And suffer, from the looks of it.”
The light outside dims briefly as if a shadow were passing in front of the nearest lamps. Hunter pauses to glance out the window.
And then someone outside in the fog screams.
His eyes glance from Hunter to Ilyze, and then to Ardul again. “I haven’t the slightest. They’re all too different. If they shared some similarities, then it would only be common among two, maybe even several of them– ”
The scream interrupts Felipe’s train of thought, causing him to jerk his head upward. “–The hell was that?”Ted had been about to agree with Hunter, when the scream has him lifting his chin abruptly, and turning around. Immediately the knight goes on a psi-hunt out the Restorium, trying to home in on the source of the fear that would be accompanying that scream…
Of course, it’s entirely possible it’s too far away — or that the scream was the //last// anyone would hear from that particular victim, leaving a telepath nothing to trace…
Oh, certainly the idea was to torment. But it still doesn’t quite explain a reason, save that whomever is responsible must be a sadistic sort.
Ilyze doesn’t turn her head, but her eyes flick towards Ardul as the other woman joins her by the door. She’s about to look back at Felipe again when the tense stillness outside is abruptly shattered.
“Do they strike again?” she hisses, glaring out the doorway. True it would be foolish to rush out blindly, especially with such miserable visibility, but if someone was being attacked, what good was it to stand about?
Ilyze moves back to where she’d been sitting, grabbing the bundle that had been propped against the wall beside the bench, along with the hat that had been perched upon it. She rests the latter on her head, tugging the ties loose and tossing the cloth back on the bench as she shoulders the revealed rifle. Lifting her head, she looks at the others.
“Shall we investigate?”
“In my experience…” Ardul murmurs, absently rubbing at her neck where a set of scars can be seen “… those that do this sort of thing feed off the fear. I’m surprised there aren’t reports of people hearing the scre—”
The scream cuts through the fog where she and Ilyze are looking and the blonde glances over her shoulder at the Wolfen even as she unhooks the cylinder at her hip.
Hunter might roll his eyes, but the winged woman is already moving, out into that fog, her blade blazing to life as she does and her wings flaring. She’s already searching, using her acute senses to try and find where that scream originated.It doesn’t take supernatural senses to pinpoint the source of the fear. The moment anyone steps outside they can hear it. The scream is almost animal. A high, hoarse sound that can only come from primal, unreasoning terror. The sound of hoofbeats on cobblestone echo in the fog, oddly muted. Shadows swirl some near but indeterminate distance off to the right. It’s impossible to tell what is moving other than that it or possibly they are large.
Hunter comes outside just in time to hear “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The wolfen pulls his pistol and growls. He can’t make out a shot. The fog has gotten thicker in the last few minutes. It’s impossible to see more than five or ten feet away clearly.
Another scream, this one laced with pain, rips through the night as shadows swirl off in the middle distance.
Ted is out the door about as fast as Ardul… until he slams his shoulder into another person and goes tumbling out into the street. Before he hits the ground, however, he projects an image to the others, so they also know what he knows… in the hope that it helps.
“Goddamnit…”Whatever earlier weariness Felipe feels has been rightfully chased off by the turn of events. He barely notices it, but the hairs on the back of his neck are standing up. The actions everyone else takes to see what’s going on distracts him, all from Ilyze taking her rifle up (so //that’s// what she’s been carrying all this time?) to Ardul and Hunter rushing out into the open street.
That’s also when he remembers the Cyber-Knight’s handicap at the last minute. “Wait, Ser Mercier– !”
He cringes as he gets to the door, grimacing slightly at the sight before jogging over to help Mercier out.
“I suppose that’s a yes,” Ilyze says dryly. She follows the others outside, not nearly as in a rush as they are. The discordant sound makes her shiver, and she tilts her head, trying to better ascertain its origin. The damp night doesn’t help for that, sound traveling clearly but just about everywhere.
“Ser Mercier…” She steps towards the Cyber-Knight shortly after his collision, halting only a moment as she’s startled by the image that’s suddenly popped into her mind. Frowning, she shakes her head. Never mind, Felipe’s got him. Nodding to herself, Ilyze turns back towards the darkness, moving forward with purpose along the streets. She maintains her calm, focusing as she tries to enhance her range of sight through her sensitivity to Order and Chaos. Living forms held a specific blend of the two, but certainly something of this nature would blaze with more chaos.
The light from Arduls sword reflects off the fog and the blonde turns her head, left and right. “Where is she …” she looks at Hunter seeing if he can pick up the scent, it’s one of the senses that isn’t so acute with her. “… Is this magic, this fog?” Everything’s so muted, it’s hard to tell.
To the right …
The blonde moves, so very quickly, looking at the buildings on either side. “Hunter. I’m going up. The fog may not be as thick up there.” Her wings beat down powerfully, lifting the woman to the nearest roof.
<~ Ser Mercier. Can you link me to Hunter and the others? ~> She’s not sure of Teddy’s abilities, but she knows some telepaths can. Hopefully Hunter won’t be adverse to the intrusion and she hasn’t realised that Teddy’s taken a fall, she’s too focussed.
As she reaches the roof top, Ardul moves carefully along it, in the direction of that sound.Ardul can see shapes a bit more clearly from above, swirling down below. There are two. One is very indistinct. Flowing. As if someone is dressed in, say, a great deal of loose clothing and a cape though the motion is almost inhumanly smooth. They’re not actually that far from the others. A span of forty paces, perhaps, no more.
Down below Ilyze gets a very good idea of where the chaos is. It’s in front of her. The fog still renders all the movements in it beyond an arms length a way ghostly and difficult to follow but the sounds are easy. It’s ahead. Right ahead. Hunter goes running past her with pistol in hand. He can’t see anything in this pea soup.
Another scream pierces the night and Ardul can see one of the shapes collapse to the ground. The more indistinct of the two pauses over it.
A little breath of wind momentarily clears the fog, showing a centaur woman on the ground bleeding from a dozen cuts. Her eyes are wide in terror and her flank is heaving. Over it stands some kind of… figure in a tattered hooded cloak so voluminous that it conceals any other feature of it save the hands which hold bloody knives, one of them short and straight the other long and wavy bladed.“Thanks,” Ted mutters as he is helped to his feet. The bandages fall off as he stands up, revealing eyes burning with blue-white fire — quite a bit different from the usual amber flame — and he turns around, frowning.
<~Ah hear ya, Ardul,~> replies the knight. <~Linkin’ ya’ll up best ah can… mine the flames.~>
The ‘flames’ are just an impression, an image of blue-white fire burning in the minds of those joined to the Cyber-Knight’s. Likely this is just how Ted sees his own mind at work… or it’s what every pyrokine’s mind is like…
The last thing he needs is his attention wandering off in the middle of a situation, however, and his own mind returns to assess things as they’re going. It’s easy to do when another scream rings out. “I also hope those guys don’t join the numbers…”
She can make them out, the forms in the darkness. And then another form rushes by her, but he’d been close enough to see that Ilyze can identify him. “Hunter- halt, you’ll run right into them…!” she calls after him, even as she makes a grab for his arm or his coat.
Quite suddenly she feels a stab of pain in the form of a headache as the Cyber-Knight hooks them up, mentally. Wincing, Ilyze tries to ignore the play of conflicting order as she brings up her rifle. She doesn’t need this right now, but she’ll deal with it. Hopefully.
The mage hasn’t moved any farther, and granted she’s managed to stop Hunter or at least can discern him from the other forms she sees, Ilyze takes aim with her rifle for the figure flowing there, embodied in black swirled with red and white, more so than the centaur’s form on the ground. She can practically see those blades of ill use glowing that angry red of chaos of the worse kind. Perhaps with that mind-link the others might catch a glimpse of how she sees it as well, if unintentionally. Once she sees her shot, she’ll take it.
Ardul flinches slightly as the flames spring up in her mind, her foot slipping on the roof as she does. She doesn’t experience pain, at least not like Ilyze does. Maybe the Valkyr has just learned to compartmentalise.
<~ Below. ~> she sends through the link, letting the others ‘see’ through her eyes if they want, and moves to the edge of the roof … stepping off to descend and place herself between the flowing figure and the downed centaur.
Hopefully Ilyze doesn’t shoot her when she does.
The winged woman straightens as she lands, sword flashing out at the cloaked being as her wings stretch out behind her.The knives flash unnaturally quickly and the cloak billows as they do. Ardul’s stroke is deftly turned aside. The counterstroke, though, never falls. Ilyze’s rifle snaps out in the fog and the cloaked figure simply vanishes from sight.
Well. Sort of. Ilyze might get a sudden sense of something behind her. And Felipe can clearly see it, both knives raising up to plunge down on the rifle wielding magus.
The last thing the doctor wants to do is wait to see if the other three get out of this alive. A hand reaches for the holster underneath his coat as he turns to catch up, giving him the opportunity to see one of the worse things anyone can see dancing before their eyes.
Yes, those really are knives set to dive on the Magus.
“–Ilyze!” Felipe shouts, pushing himself to close the distance. He may not even make it in time to get her out of the way, but would a verbal warning even cut it?
Even being able to see the figures in the fray, it’s difficult to make out what’s happened. Ilyze sees the blaze of Ardul’s blade, and she can tell that her shot’s missed as the main concentration of redness is….gone.
-no..! She senses it even before Felipe’s shouting her name, and she’s not about to dwell on how the attacker had gotten there so bloody fast. She catches a glimpse of those knives, enhanced with her senses and all the more disturbing, and she pulls her rifle towards her from where she’d held it to fire. Grasping the barrel tightly in her left, she swings the stock back at the figure behind her as she twists her body with it. At the same time she’s ducking her head to try and minimize herself as a target in her attempt to get out of the way.
Arduls blade is pushed wide and the Valkyr brings her arm up, ready to parry the expected follow up blow but it doesn’t fall. Her grey eyes scan the area, loosing the figure in the gloom.
Well, she looses it, until the vision is transmitted by first Felipe, then Ilyse through the Cyber Knights link. “Hunter!!” <~ Hunter!! ~> The call goes vocally and mentally and to her companion. He’s quick enough to get this thing, she’s sure.
Eyes not focused, her attention on the visions in her mind, the blonde crouches to see to the Centaur. “I’m Ardul.” She murmurs quietly, gently placing a hand on the womans shoulder “There’s a doctor near. We’ve got you. You’re safe now.” At least the Iyesgarthian hopes so.The knives slash down bite over the stock of Ilyze’s rifle and open a shallow cut along her arm. It hurts. It hurts more than a cut that relatively unthreatening has any right to. It was aimed at her neck but Ilyze managed to deflect the incoming attack with her own before Felipe pushes her out of the way.
Hunter’s weapon cracks. A laser blast strikes the knife wielding thing and passes through it. Then it’s gone. Just ‘poof’ gone, leaving only maniaical laughter in it’s wake.
The mist starts to clear, a little bit. The centaur near Ardul, though, hasn’t calmed. It’s not clear if she’s hearing the blonde woman. She just lays there, eyes wide, panting with her mouth hanging open in a soundless scream.
A few seconds late, but it’s better than nothing. Felipe grunts as he gets Ilyze out of the way of anything more life-threatening, falling over separately in the other direction as Hunter’s blast goes off. He barely catches a glimpse of the thing as it vanishes, unsure if it’s really gone or just playing with them.
The clearing of the mist is telling enough. Getting back some kind of visual is a good thing. “…Everyone okay?” he ventures, trying to get to his feet as he fixes the holster’s fastener under the coat.
Check allies, then check for the victims. Those are the priorities.
“Hrrggnk..!” The pain comes as a shock, Ilyze’s cry ground down between her teeth as she’s pushed aside by aid of Felipe. She lands roughly on the ground, her bruised shoulder not holding a candle to what she’s feeling in her other arm. Drawing in a hiss of a breath, she at least manages to sit herself up as she grasps her left hand over the cut that had been scored on her. Her rifle, relinquished from her grip, lies there beside her along with her hat which had been knocked off when she and Felipe had fallen.
“…those blades were no ordinary knives…” she says after a moment, her tone strained. Still, the mage looks more upset than frightened. It’s typical of her to be angry first. “-how is she…?” Despite her own injury, she knows it’s nothing compared to what that poor centaur had received, and if a single cut is causing herself such pain, she can’t imagine what sort of pain the Cutter’s other victim this evening is experiencing.
Ardul shakes her head to clear it and looks down at the Centaur. There’s little she can do here, except ‘pat’ the womans shoulder trying to calm her. She frowns as she hears Ilyze cry out and Hunters pistol fire.
Keeping her blade out, she scans the area, not letting her guard down. Nothing is going to get close to this woman whilst the winged woman lives.
“I am fine. But Doctor, you’ve another patient.” The blonde calls out in answering. “Hunter, Status.” The Valkyr has fallen back into her soldierly ways and she trusts the Wolfen to understand that. Whatever that thing was, she’ll ask later. They need to get this area secured and the centaur back to the Restorium.“It’s gone.” Hunter calls out. There’s a short pause. “I think. I’m pretty sure it’s not dead though.” Which means it will be back and the killing will continue until they find it and shut it down.
“I don’t even know that we necessarily hurt it. Though it didn’t seem to much like being attacked.” The wolfen moves forward to help with the centuar. The fact that the knives aren’t normal isn’t surprising under the circumstances, but he kind of wishes that they were.
Jaw set, there isn’t much else Felipe can do if the knives are more than mere metal. It’s outside of his jurisdiction. And since the magus is in better condition, he works his way over to check on the centaur, roughly kneeling near to where Ardul is. “…So long as it doesn’t come back for now,” he half-mutters, checking the centaur’s vitals as best as he can.
If anything, they will need to take her back inside. That seems to be the only thing they can do for her.
It’s only a mild comfort to hear Hunter’s declaration. Ilyze hadn’t sensed that menacing presence again, but she can only nod slowly in agreement with the Wolfen’s words to follow. It’s not a pleasant thought.
Gingerly lifting her right hand to brush her hair from her eyes, she then picks up her hat to replace it upon her head. She grasps her rifle next, doing her best to keep it from dragging as she holds it single-handedly, still pressing her other hand over her wound. She’ll have to get that cleaned and dressed. Her brand of healing doesn’t work the same way on herself.
For now she says nothing more, watching as they move the centaur inside before she goes to check on Ser Mercier. A final glance is cast over her shoulder as she heads back into the Restorium. Paranoia is something she can gladly do without.
Stabbings and mental trauma affect Vesper. Something moves in the shadows...
May 10, 2410