Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181005012428

(Hound/S9) "Oh...uncle Marcus..."

Lucida's arms entwine around Marcus' arm and she hugs him, wrapping two of her arms around him while her other two hands remain over her face, her tail lightly looping around his legs in a complete hug. She says nothing, but tries not to cry, just taking the moment to embrace someone when embracing someone is all she wants.

The few seconds pass, and she lets him go, pushing away and struggling to put on a brave face as she continues her work, not making eye contact. "T-the water has to b-boil," she says, "I-it has to boil for at least t-two...two minutes. Then we need to t-take the first one up, and s-switch them out as the water gets...gets dirty..."

Aurum interrupts them as she comes dashing in, halting in front of the large fire pit in the corner. She hurriedly stokes the embers, throwing a few small split logs onto the coals and reaching up and pulling the bellows chain. She continues to air the coals until the logs begin to catch, and then she swings the huge iron arm that holds the dutch oven over the growing flame. All but ignoring Lucida and Marcus, her face is creased with worry, but fright doesn't seem to have taken her yet. She grabs a metal pail off the shelf and fills it, carrying the water to the dutch oven and filling it, one pail at a time.

As Armata walks up to Thomas, the doctor seems to notice him for the first time. He stops and glares at him, his face becoming red with anger in an instant, but his head jerks around as he sees Imperia and Layoka as well.

"Both of you! Out!" He says. His head swivels around to Armata, his face red with seething, unrestrained rage. He jabs a shaking finger at him.

"We have nothing to discuss. Get the fuck out of my house, and do not return, do you understand me?  Don't come back!  Get OUT!"

The last word is a clipped shout. He wastes no more time, but instead quickly turns to Cosette, who now kneels at Tirush's right side, his voice rushed. "We can't risk elevating her yet. Until we get the MS over here to look at her spine I don't want to risk it---"

"The MS? Use your magic to look inside her, Thomas!" Cosette says, looking up.

"Because, godsdammit, I'll need to have my hands free to operate!" Thomas barks. Cosette says nothing, but begins to position herself to adjust Jorge's blade when the instruments are brought up from the lab.

Tirush moans. Her breathing is slightly easier, but the wretched gurgle from her filled lungs is still present. Her rich, dark skin, though caked with grime and dried blood, has lost its color, her lips pale gashes on her face. Her scales are losing their luster, their deep, glittering copper fading to a dull brown.

"What's taking them so long?" She says, gritting her teeth as she looks up.

"SUN-MI! GET THAT CO3 UP HERE, NOW!" Thomas bellows over his shoulder.