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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 21:14:03 GMT -8
RN take a minute to look around the half-terror player, trying to figure out where he begins and where he ends.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 21:27:42 GMT -8
By ample examination, it seems the mass of tentacles is quite large, much larger than the big rig and the dream dome together, but at the same time, it looks like it was cut off from something... larger?
The backside seems to be bleeding profusely with dark violet blood. There is a rather large white splotch in the void nearby.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 21:30:46 GMT -8
"...Your tentacles are bleeding. Can you feel the pain from that at all?"
The Mechanic is really trying to figure out what he should do. If the boy can feel it, the pain would likely kill him from shock alone if he was cut down. If he can't feel it, he'll still need to be very delicate with his slices to avoid hurting him.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 22:17:02 GMT -8
He closes his eyes and focuses on any sensations located in the tentacles attached to him. The breathing continues at the same steady rate.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 22:23:27 GMT -8
The armored teen uncaptchaloged a Prospitian Health Kit, opening it up and pulling out the standard issue batch of pain pills.
"These will help with the pain."
Patrick flew up to the other "boy's" mouth, silently asking for the go-ahead to pour some into Dylan's mouth.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 22:34:59 GMT -8
The tentacle in his mouth slides out and rests nearby out front, like an open palm. It is covered in a thin layer of saliva mixed with his blood.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 22:49:34 GMT -8
"...Right."
He recaptchaloged them. Uncaptchaloging a combat knife in one hand, and extending his claws on the other.
"Try to ignore the pain."
He started hacking off the larger tentacles with his claw, leaving enough of it sticking out of the boy's body that it wouldn't be very difficult to grasp and surgically remove. After he'd gotten the "easier" tentacles, he started to use the combat knife to cut through the thinner tentacles. This required finesse in order to not cut into the boy's original body. He decided to leave the boy's "tongue," seeing as how the original one had seemed to vanish.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 23:13:03 GMT -8
The breathing becomes harsher and slightly irregular as the surrounding tentacles are trimmed away. Many of the tentacles quiver and writhe rapidly as they are being culled. He closes his eyes and tries to brace himself for each cut, every incision, every hack and slash.
With every major strike, a vague gasp escapes his mouth, along with a trickle of blood. It almost sounds as if he's trying to scream, but there is no vocalization.
Violet blood pours freely from the cut tentacles, into the abyss "below".
Upon the cutting of the tentacles holding his legs in place, they begins dangling helplessly. His feet look just as thin, pale, bony, and malnutritioned as the rest of him. There are welts where suckers had attatched themselves previously, and there is some dried blood in places.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 23:15:10 GMT -8
"Hang in there. I'm almost done."
The boy subconsciously prepped to grab the other once Dylan was free. The Ex-monster boy wasn't going to be in any shape to walk or fly.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 23:34:08 GMT -8
He continues to weather the agonizing pain as the last of the connecting tentacles are chopped away. Some have embedded themselves into his body in various places.
Upon the cutting of the last one, the mass of tentacles falls off backwards and away, down where no man dare chase after it. The heavy breathing noise follows it down.
The boy... no, the man hangs in place with nothing suspending him. Nothing seems to be doing a fine job.
He coughs up some more blood, and begins breathing on his own.
He coughs some more.
The last tentacle falls out of his mouth. His actual tongue was right underneath it.
He raspily attempts to speak between violent coughing bouts.
"...........th...ank......y...ou....."
He closes his eyes, and continues breathing, and occasionally coughing.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 3:21:06 GMT -8
The Heir of Hope calmly picks up the freed man, carrying him back to the truck.
"Hey, Remose. You've got a patient to take care of, and it's urgent."
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Post by Sprityo on Mar 22, 2016 6:56:00 GMT -8
Remose is already ready, he is out and goes to meet Patrick.
"Wonderful! It's been awhile since I've gotten to do some good medicinal practice."
He flashed a toothy smile, "let's patch you up, shall we?"
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Post by SJmun on Mar 22, 2016 7:05:23 GMT -8
Dylan is too exhausted to respond much. He coughs a little bit.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 8:07:44 GMT -8
"Alright, let's go see if The Stage has an infirmary within it's depths."
With that, he carried the malnutritioned man to the back of the truck, standing in front of the Dome's doors.
"Mind getting the door, mate?"
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Post by Sprityo on Mar 22, 2016 8:34:15 GMT -8
Remose opens the door for Patrick and follows him inside
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