Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181027211219

(Jorge/S9) Simonelle tenses as she sees Kittycut begin dumping her DE. Being used to the dramatic, arcanic displays Thomas uses during healing magic, she begins to wonder if anything is happening, when Thomas speaks aloud. His face is fixed on the monitor as he watches the meter readout of Tirush's DE/SE balance.

"DE threshold at 12% and rising," Quill says, her eyes mirroring disbelief. She's never seen this much DE transferred at once.

"What percentage do you want to risk the bite?" Thomas says to Simonelle, as he watches the meter.

"Forty-five." Simonelle is poised above Tirush, her lips inches away from her skin.

Thomas tenses. It might be enough to allow for a bite, but he doubts it'll be enough to neutralize Tirush's acidic blood. He says nothing, however.

"Twenty percent..."

"Thirty-six percent...Director?" Quill points to the monitor, Thomas looking over. The DE feed has slowed considerably, despite Kittycut pouring an enormous amount of DE into Tirush. It's as if it's simply being dumped into a bottomless, imsatiable black hole.

"Forty percent...forty three..."

There is a long pause. Simonelle doesn't move, as still as a statue.

"Forty four..."

"..."

"Give it everything you've got, Kittycut. You're doing fine..." Thomas says, his voice reflecting neither doubt nor truth.

"Come on..."

"..."

"Come on!..."

"..."

"Forty-five!" Quill says.

Instantly, Simonelle's mouth opens like a maw, her fangs growing to a stunning size. The bite is over in a split second, the body horror of Simonelle's brief transformation gone in less than a second. She pulls back, a small, perfectly round hole where her lips were. A moment later, it begins to seep.

"Insert."

Her order to Jorge is brief as she steps to one side, bending over Tirush's arms for the second bite. As she does so, there is a moan. Tirush's eyes clench and her head tries to roll, despite being secured.

"We've got beta waves...She's waking up again!" Thomas looks to the three healers. "Another sleep spell. As potent as you can manage!"

As Simonelle waits for Jorge to insert and secure the first needle, her hand reaches up to her corset. She takes the enormous catheter needle on her end and inserts it into her own subclavian on her left side, the needle piercing her skin. Her hands secure the tubing to her own body by means of the small straps all about the corset, their purpose now becoming clear.

She waits for Jorge's signal of success, poised over Tirush's arm...