Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181030011008

(S9/Jorge) The monofilament tube catheter inside of Tirush's large subclavian artery rapidly fills with blood, the thick, dark red liquid flowing to Simonelle's body with frightening speed. In a swift, practiced movement, she sticks herself with the second needle, strapping it to her corset, as the blood enters her own body. She emits an audible gasp as it does so.

"Simonelle...?" Thomas starts warily.

Simonelle says nothing, but sees that Jorge has made entry into Tirush's forearm. Rather than the blood flowing out of Simonelle's second tube and entering Tirush's body, the tube fills with the crimson fluid, as if it has always been there. It is a bizzare sight, and unconventional, but it is part of Simonelle's talent as she manipulates and creates the blood that she needs to. Her copied blood flows into Tirush unimpeded.

"I'm in, Director. Transfer started."

"Doctor?" Quill says urgently, drawing Thomas' attention back to the monitor. Thomas hesitates, then looks to Kittycut.

"Kittycut, keep going, as much as you can!---"

"Forty-four percent DE ratio..." Quill says, in a voice that suggests she doesn't want to say it. She is interrupted by a sound of commotion from the front room. Loud murmurs are heard, getting clearer as a familiar voice and rapid foitfalls come closer with all haste.

"Dad!" Aegis bursts into the room, her satchel around her neck. "I got it!"

"Aegis!" Thomas leaps to the door, his relief spilling from his movements. "Give it here! Let me see it!"

He snatches the satchel from around Aegis' neck, opening it and taking out the smallish, unassuming box inside. It's made of fine brasswork, and is obviously very old. He sets the box down hastily, fumbling with the latch, before Cosette comes over and does it for him. She lifts out the cloth wrapping, opening it in her hands, the gleam showing from the folds even before it is open.

The Arrowhead practically glows.

"Thomas..."

Their attention is diverted to Simonelle. She has sat in her chair, and her skin has begun to turn gray. Her chest heaves with effort as she swivels her eyes to Thomas, addressing him by his first name.

"...You need...to hurry. Get the baby out.  Quickly..." She murmurs, her body shaking. Her veins begin to turn black, slowly creeping across her body like a terrible disease.

"Forty percent...Tirush's blood is going acidic again..." Quill starts, her voice shaky.

"I'm sorry, T-Thomas...not e-enough...DE..." Simonelle says, giving a thin smile. "You have maybe t-ten minutes...maybe..."

After a terrible moment of indecision, Thomas and Cosette both spring to Tirush's side almost simultaneously, Cosette as she prepares for surgery, Thomas as he prepares the site. He gives orders to Jorge, not turning.

"Jorge, take Kioshi and Aegis out...stay with them, and shut the door behind you. We're starting surgery..." he murmurs. "Maria, Ayesha, Rita, dose that godsdamned sleeping spell. All of it."

"Where are they with those potions?" Cosette snaps quietly, her own anger showing as she pulls her gloves on, followed by the monofilament covers.