Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171229012541

(Scorn/S9/Clinic group)   Thomas' face gives way to relief when Imperia enters the clinic. He doesn't say it,  but he's glad to see someone else who has a clear mind in a crisis, someone who knows how to efficiently manage any given situation.

"Your timing is perfect." He locks eyes with her as he steps over to Imperia's side, towards the door, before stopping and turning.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do.  Sun-Mi, your memory is perfect.  Take a roster of every patient that comes in these doors.  Get with the clinic staff to pull their Band records so I'll know their histories when I get back.  Kioshi, you know the woods better than anyone.  Comb the underbrush for the unconscious and warn anyone else you come across."

He points to the open area in front of the clinic. "Imperia and I will head to the south field, where Tirush took out those blues.  We'll start teleporting them here one at a time so they can be carried in."

He looks to Aurum. "Honey, stay here.  Wait until I get back."

He opens the door for Imperia, and they leave.

When they do, Aurum turns to Sun-Mi. Her eyes still glisten, and her voice is shaky, but her posture is steadfast.

"I want to help.  Tell me how I can help," she says with calm resolve.

As Imperia and Thomas begin to leave, Thomas' walk slows, and he stops. He gets a distant, confused look on his face. He holds his hand up, looking at it curiously.

"...Huh.  That was a strange feeling.  Like I had something in my hand just now."