Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181016023155

(Jorge/S9) "She's going to be a DE buffer," Thomas hurriedly explains to Jorge, who has been out of the room. "She's going to use her DE stores to neutralize the blood as Simonelle duplicates it..."

He speaks again, this time over his shoulder, his voice directed to Kittycut. He is sharp, almost too much so. Gone is the easy affability that he has always shown, replaced by something that goes beyond professional quickness. He shows the signs of deep-seated anger, kept in check only by his simmering fear.

"Sit there," he says, jabbing his finger to a spot a few feet away. "Don't speak, don't move, and for the gods' sake, don't touch her. Don't do a goddamn thing unless I,  Cosette or Simonelle tell you to, do you understand?"

He then turns, facing everyone else. He holds up his hands, taking a short, shaky breath before speaking to everyone in a decidedly more measured tone.

"When Aegis gets back with the Arrowhead, we'll be able to start operating. Until that happens---"

"When will that be?" Cosette says, not looking up as she continues to deftly weave strands of silk around key points of Tirush's body.

"It'll take her fifteen minutes to get to Hrungnir, probably fifteen to find the Duke, and another fifteen to get back," Thomas explains, curbing his annoyance at having been interrupted. "She's be gone for...thirty minutes. Until that happens, we need to get blood in her so the DE will keep her injuries from swelling.  That's all we can do to limit the nerve damage to her spine and swelling to her brain while we wait.  Cosette will keep her immobilized, and once she's in place, I'll scan her with the spectrometer---"

"She's ready." Cosette steps back. She has laced strands of silk over every part of Tirush's body, to the point to where the Wyvern almost looks as if she is a marionette with her strings cut. Cosette walks backwards, then up the wall, then onto the ceiling. In her right hand she holds the strands of silk, all bundled together.

"I'm going to suspend her four feet from the ground, and then secure her," Cosette says. "Everyone, get to a cardinal point on her body and make sure she doesn't sway as I lift."

"All right. Everyone in place." Thomas squats by Tirush's head, his hands on either side of her.

Cosette' legs splay as she braces herself. "...Ready? One...two...lift.  Keep her steady..."

Slowly, with everyone gathered around Tirush, the Wyvern is slowly lifted into the air, held by Cosette's web. The silk so cradles her body that no part of it is left dangling, but it's up to everyone below to make sure she doesn't sway. Cosette's hands slowly and steadily pull upward, and it becomes apparent that even with the silk in place, it won't hinder operations.