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@cyberhex-kjrp
Powering on……
Cyberhex, your local medical droid at your service. I work at a rescue.
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Pronouns: she/it
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Languages: English, ZSL, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Japanese
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(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
"Miss Caine." Mayhem echoes, almost laughing at the idea of a respectable title for the joy in question.
He sinks heavily into a chair beside Reverb's bed, physically unable to look away.
"Will she wake up?"
Yes. Xey’ve been adding so many patients to my place.
(Cyber frowns more)
She’ll wake up. Take a few days, but she will.
Mayhem nods weakly. "What happens when she wakes up?"
(She makes a sound as her fans start to whir again, a high pitched whirring)
I’m unsure. She’ll have lasting issues because she dragged herself here- I don’t know how far she had to drag herself.
"She said she had to go make a delivery to the Lobby...." He mutters, feeling ill.
Oh.
(Cyber seems to be calculating something)
This must’ve been planned well then.
Mayhem nods, his hand hesitantly resting over Reverb's raw one.
I’ll do what I can to keep her monitored.
(Cyber tries for her usual professional tone, falling slightly short)
"Good... Thanks." He mutters, the pulsing pain in his head feeling more and more like a battering ram.
Is.. can I do anything for you, in the meantime? You’re not going to dust while I’m on rounds or anything, are you?
(It has unfortunately happened more than once now)
"No, I won't dust while you're on rounds." Mayhem offers a smile that falls flat. "I'll be fine."
Okay…
(Cyber goes off for rounds, almost feeling exhausted- not something she could feel but she almost can)
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
"Miss Caine." Mayhem echoes, almost laughing at the idea of a respectable title for the joy in question.
He sinks heavily into a chair beside Reverb's bed, physically unable to look away.
"Will she wake up?"
Yes. Xey’ve been adding so many patients to my place.
(Cyber frowns more)
She’ll wake up. Take a few days, but she will.
Mayhem nods weakly. "What happens when she wakes up?"
(She makes a sound as her fans start to whir again, a high pitched whirring)
I’m unsure. She’ll have lasting issues because she dragged herself here- I don’t know how far she had to drag herself.
"She said she had to go make a delivery to the Lobby...." He mutters, feeling ill.
Oh.
(Cyber seems to be calculating something)
This must’ve been planned well then.
Mayhem nods, his hand hesitantly resting over Reverb's raw one.
I’ll do what I can to keep her monitored.
(Cyber tries for her usual professional tone, falling slightly short)
"Good... Thanks." He mutters, the pulsing pain in his head feeling more and more like a battering ram.
Is.. can I do anything for you, in the meantime? You’re not going to dust while I’m on rounds or anything, are you?
(It has unfortunately happened more than once now)
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
"Miss Caine." Mayhem echoes, almost laughing at the idea of a respectable title for the joy in question.
He sinks heavily into a chair beside Reverb's bed, physically unable to look away.
"Will she wake up?"
Yes. Xey’ve been adding so many patients to my place.
(Cyber frowns more)
She’ll wake up. Take a few days, but she will.
Mayhem nods weakly. "What happens when she wakes up?"
(She makes a sound as her fans start to whir again, a high pitched whirring)
I’m unsure. She’ll have lasting issues because she dragged herself here- I don’t know how far she had to drag herself.
"She said she had to go make a delivery to the Lobby...." He mutters, feeling ill.
Oh.
(Cyber seems to be calculating something)
This must’ve been planned well then.
Mayhem nods, his hand hesitantly resting over Reverb's raw one.
I’ll do what I can to keep her monitored.
(Cyber tries for her usual professional tone, falling slightly short)
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
"Miss Caine." Mayhem echoes, almost laughing at the idea of a respectable title for the joy in question.
He sinks heavily into a chair beside Reverb's bed, physically unable to look away.
"Will she wake up?"
Yes. Xey’ve been adding so many patients to my place.
(Cyber frowns more)
She’ll wake up. Take a few days, but she will.
Mayhem nods weakly. "What happens when she wakes up?"
(She makes a sound as her fans start to whir again, a high pitched whirring)
I’m unsure. She’ll have lasting issues because she dragged herself here- I don’t know how far she had to drag herself.
"She said she had to go make a delivery to the Lobby...." He mutters, feeling ill.
Oh.
(Cyber seems to be calculating something)
This must’ve been planned well then.
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(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
"Miss Caine." Mayhem echoes, almost laughing at the idea of a respectable title for the joy in question.
He sinks heavily into a chair beside Reverb's bed, physically unable to look away.
"Will she wake up?"
Yes. Xey’ve been adding so many patients to my place.
(Cyber frowns more)
She’ll wake up. Take a few days, but she will.
Mayhem nods weakly. "What happens when she wakes up?"
(She makes a sound as her fans start to whir again, a high pitched whirring)
I’m unsure. She’ll have lasting issues because she dragged herself here- I don’t know how far she had to drag herself.
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
"Miss Caine." Mayhem echoes, almost laughing at the idea of a respectable title for the joy in question.
He sinks heavily into a chair beside Reverb's bed, physically unable to look away.
"Will she wake up?"
Yes. Xey’ve been adding so many patients to my place.
(Cyber frowns more)
She’ll wake up. Take a few days, but she will.
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
Mayhem has to physically steady himself, bracing a hand on Reverb's rescue bed.
"Start from the beginning. What the fuck happened?"
She basically crawled in, mostly paralysed and seizing to the witch and back.
(Cyber frowns at her own crackles like only just realising they’re there)
She could barely speak, but I think she was attacked by Ms Caine. She has attacked a few of the patients I have before… it’s why Cyan gave me the antidote once it had needed to…
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
Mayhem practically speed walks to her room.
There's a long silence once he gets there, seeing her motionless in her exhausted rest, burnt and wounded.
"She has a straw in her chest. Why does she have a straw in her chest!?"
(Cyber just shakes its head)
Collapsed lung. It wasn’t me… I was out of power.
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
There's no answer on the other end of the line.
But soon, the rescue doors open— Mayhem's boots heavy on the floor. He has his sunglasses on. "Cyber. Where is she?" He calls out, clearly not pleased in the slightest— and a little terrified.
(Cyber comes round the corner looking like a complete mess, stains on her faded dress and a tear in her lab coat)
She’s in Hollow’s old room.
(Again, the crackles in her speakers are beginning to make her slightly more difficult to hear)
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(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
There's a terrifyingly long silence on the other end, and then the sound of his car engine starting as he rushes to the rescue.
-How long is a short while?-
-I can’t tell accurately, my internal time keeping has been damaged. The clock says at least an hour or two though…-
(There’s something unhappy in her voice, a tired frustration that she’s simply falling apart without time for maintenance)
-Cyanide’s the reason I even have an antidote for this…-
(Radio static, then Cyber’s voice- low and crackled)
-Moon Dust to Mayhem?-
@cyberhex-kjrp
-Yes?-
Mayhem answers immediately, having been nursing his migraine while waiting on a radio message from Reverb.
-Hi.. Reverb was admitted a short while ago. Paralytic poison, raygun damage..-
(The crackling in her voice is annoying her)
-She had the antidote but she’s still in bad shape.-
A soft thud as Reverb's left arm finally gives out to the paralysis.
She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.
Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.
She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.
"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."
@reverb-rotting
(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)
Nova huh… you’re not the only one having issues with her lately. What she give you?
"Dunno... Dunno... Wouldn't tell me." Reverb slurs, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Ggh.. can't move. 'm gonna dust here..."
Paralysis? Cyanide got me an antidote somewhere round here…
(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)
Try to sip. Your voice will start to fade soon, save your energy.
Reverb mutters Cyanide's name, almost like a question, before she goes unconscious, jerking rhythmically as she seizes.
(She watches the clock, knowing too well the seizure protocol. Her colleague comes in and takes over as she runs through the various cupboards, searching for the antidote)
Reverb blinks back to consciousness 2 minutes later, starting to cry. She can't feel either of her arms now, can't move at all.
-Cyanide! Which one’s the antidote for the paralytic?-
-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-
-Not right now!-
(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)
Reverb, the rest of your injuries… raygun?
Reverb sobs, barely able to move her head. "Hhh..mmm..."
She slips into another short seizure.
Reverb makes a wheezing-whining sound— everything too bright, too loud after another short seizure. "Hhhh.. wh...!..?"
Her skin is paler than usual, and her lips are blue. Her eyes dart around, confused and bloodshot.
Just stay calm. You’re safe… I need to call Mayhem.
(She really doesn’t have time for that, but she’ll have to make time. For now, it continues to deal with the stab wound, patching it up slowly so she can stop easy enough when Reverb seizes again)
Reverb wheezes as she tries to take a deep breath. "Hhh.... Hhh..."
Her fingers twitch as the antidote takes its slow course.
Just… breathe slow. I don’t think we have spare oxygen tanks…
(Cyber realises just before she goes to fetch more gauze that her batteries are practically gone, too late to do much as she powers down. Her colleague scrambles to get her batteries, abandoning Reverbs burns in a half treated state)
Reverb's fingers twitch rapidly, trying to force her arm to move— to reach— to do anything.
Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.
She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.
What a shitty way to go.
She smells the cigarette smoke before she sees him.
Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.
He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.
He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.
The syringe slams down where his fingers were originally, moving enough to stick the straw down after.
Reverb makes a gasping noise— or maybe it's the straw.
But she can breathe now.
She looks at the man— at least, she thinks it's a man, attempting to speak despite whatever Nova gave her still wrecking her system.
"Coulda smoked that cigarette still. Shame." He mutters, pulling another from his jacket pocket before wandering down the hall— the smoke lingering around Reverb as he leaves from the back of Moon Dust.
@cyberhex-kjrp
(Cyber’s colleague finally picks up the right batteries, and manages to come back and boot her back up)
… damn it- what the…?
"Chest tube.... Lung collapsed..." Reverb mutters, able to move from the waist up against.
Oh.
(Her voice is soft as her system runs a full reboot procedure- her eyes almost going from purple to blue momentarily)
"Ghh..." She mutters, limbs feeling heavy as exhaustion hits her rapidly. "'m tired...."
You will be for quite a while, I’m afraid. Just… don’t fight the exhaustion. Rest.
"'m gonna wake up..?" Reverb sniffles.
You will wake up. They all do.
(Cyber would sigh if she could, knowing she needs so many things- change of clothes, a few repairs, time with her friend… is only it were less busy)
Reverb promptly gives into her exhaustion.
(She doesn’t take long to go off for break afterwards)
A soft thud as Reverb's left arm finally gives out to the paralysis.
She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.
Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.
She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.
"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."
@reverb-rotting
(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)
Nova huh… you’re not the only one having issues with her lately. What she give you?
"Dunno... Dunno... Wouldn't tell me." Reverb slurs, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Ggh.. can't move. 'm gonna dust here..."
Paralysis? Cyanide got me an antidote somewhere round here…
(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)
Try to sip. Your voice will start to fade soon, save your energy.
Reverb mutters Cyanide's name, almost like a question, before she goes unconscious, jerking rhythmically as she seizes.
(She watches the clock, knowing too well the seizure protocol. Her colleague comes in and takes over as she runs through the various cupboards, searching for the antidote)
Reverb blinks back to consciousness 2 minutes later, starting to cry. She can't feel either of her arms now, can't move at all.
-Cyanide! Which one’s the antidote for the paralytic?-
-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-
-Not right now!-
(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)
Reverb, the rest of your injuries… raygun?
Reverb sobs, barely able to move her head. "Hhh..mmm..."
She slips into another short seizure.
Reverb makes a wheezing-whining sound— everything too bright, too loud after another short seizure. "Hhhh.. wh...!..?"
Her skin is paler than usual, and her lips are blue. Her eyes dart around, confused and bloodshot.
Just stay calm. You’re safe… I need to call Mayhem.
(She really doesn’t have time for that, but she’ll have to make time. For now, it continues to deal with the stab wound, patching it up slowly so she can stop easy enough when Reverb seizes again)
Reverb wheezes as she tries to take a deep breath. "Hhh.... Hhh..."
Her fingers twitch as the antidote takes its slow course.
Just… breathe slow. I don’t think we have spare oxygen tanks…
(Cyber realises just before she goes to fetch more gauze that her batteries are practically gone, too late to do much as she powers down. Her colleague scrambles to get her batteries, abandoning Reverbs burns in a half treated state)
Reverb's fingers twitch rapidly, trying to force her arm to move— to reach— to do anything.
Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.
She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.
What a shitty way to go.
She smells the cigarette smoke before she sees him.
Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.
He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.
He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.
The syringe slams down where his fingers were originally, moving enough to stick the straw down after.
Reverb makes a gasping noise— or maybe it's the straw.
But she can breathe now.
She looks at the man— at least, she thinks it's a man, attempting to speak despite whatever Nova gave her still wrecking her system.
"Coulda smoked that cigarette still. Shame." He mutters, pulling another from his jacket pocket before wandering down the hall— the smoke lingering around Reverb as he leaves from the back of Moon Dust.
@cyberhex-kjrp
(Cyber’s colleague finally picks up the right batteries, and manages to come back and boot her back up)
… damn it- what the…?
"Chest tube.... Lung collapsed..." Reverb mutters, able to move from the waist up against.
Oh.
(Her voice is soft as her system runs a full reboot procedure- her eyes almost going from purple to blue momentarily)
"Ghh..." She mutters, limbs feeling heavy as exhaustion hits her rapidly. "'m tired...."
You will be for quite a while, I’m afraid. Just… don’t fight the exhaustion. Rest.
"'m gonna wake up..?" Reverb sniffles.
You will wake up. They all do.
(Cyber would sigh if she could, knowing she needs so many things- change of clothes, a few repairs, time with her friend… is only it were less busy)
A soft thud as Reverb's left arm finally gives out to the paralysis.
She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.
Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.
She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.
"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."
@reverb-rotting
(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)
Nova huh… you’re not the only one having issues with her lately. What she give you?
"Dunno... Dunno... Wouldn't tell me." Reverb slurs, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Ggh.. can't move. 'm gonna dust here..."
Paralysis? Cyanide got me an antidote somewhere round here…
(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)
Try to sip. Your voice will start to fade soon, save your energy.
Reverb mutters Cyanide's name, almost like a question, before she goes unconscious, jerking rhythmically as she seizes.
(She watches the clock, knowing too well the seizure protocol. Her colleague comes in and takes over as she runs through the various cupboards, searching for the antidote)
Reverb blinks back to consciousness 2 minutes later, starting to cry. She can't feel either of her arms now, can't move at all.
-Cyanide! Which one’s the antidote for the paralytic?-
-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-
-Not right now!-
(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)
Reverb, the rest of your injuries… raygun?
Reverb sobs, barely able to move her head. "Hhh..mmm..."
She slips into another short seizure.
Reverb makes a wheezing-whining sound— everything too bright, too loud after another short seizure. "Hhhh.. wh...!..?"
Her skin is paler than usual, and her lips are blue. Her eyes dart around, confused and bloodshot.
Just stay calm. You’re safe… I need to call Mayhem.
(She really doesn’t have time for that, but she’ll have to make time. For now, it continues to deal with the stab wound, patching it up slowly so she can stop easy enough when Reverb seizes again)
Reverb wheezes as she tries to take a deep breath. "Hhh.... Hhh..."
Her fingers twitch as the antidote takes its slow course.
Just… breathe slow. I don’t think we have spare oxygen tanks…
(Cyber realises just before she goes to fetch more gauze that her batteries are practically gone, too late to do much as she powers down. Her colleague scrambles to get her batteries, abandoning Reverbs burns in a half treated state)
Reverb's fingers twitch rapidly, trying to force her arm to move— to reach— to do anything.
Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.
She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.
What a shitty way to go.
She smells the cigarette smoke before she sees him.
Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.
He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.
He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.
The syringe slams down where his fingers were originally, moving enough to stick the straw down after.
Reverb makes a gasping noise— or maybe it's the straw.
But she can breathe now.
She looks at the man— at least, she thinks it's a man, attempting to speak despite whatever Nova gave her still wrecking her system.
"Coulda smoked that cigarette still. Shame." He mutters, pulling another from his jacket pocket before wandering down the hall— the smoke lingering around Reverb as he leaves from the back of Moon Dust.
@cyberhex-kjrp
(Cyber’s colleague finally picks up the right batteries, and manages to come back and boot her back up)
… damn it- what the…?
"Chest tube.... Lung collapsed..." Reverb mutters, able to move from the waist up against.
Oh.
(Her voice is soft as her system runs a full reboot procedure- her eyes almost going from purple to blue momentarily)
"Ghh..." She mutters, limbs feeling heavy as exhaustion hits her rapidly. "'m tired...."
You will be for quite a while, I’m afraid. Just… don’t fight the exhaustion. Rest.
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A soft thud as Reverb's left arm finally gives out to the paralysis.
She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.
Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.
She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.
"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."
@reverb-rotting
(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)
Nova huh… you’re not the only one having issues with her lately. What she give you?
"Dunno... Dunno... Wouldn't tell me." Reverb slurs, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Ggh.. can't move. 'm gonna dust here..."
Paralysis? Cyanide got me an antidote somewhere round here…
(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)
Try to sip. Your voice will start to fade soon, save your energy.
Reverb mutters Cyanide's name, almost like a question, before she goes unconscious, jerking rhythmically as she seizes.
(She watches the clock, knowing too well the seizure protocol. Her colleague comes in and takes over as she runs through the various cupboards, searching for the antidote)
Reverb blinks back to consciousness 2 minutes later, starting to cry. She can't feel either of her arms now, can't move at all.
-Cyanide! Which one’s the antidote for the paralytic?-
-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-
-Not right now!-
(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)
Reverb, the rest of your injuries… raygun?
Reverb sobs, barely able to move her head. "Hhh..mmm..."
She slips into another short seizure.
Reverb makes a wheezing-whining sound— everything too bright, too loud after another short seizure. "Hhhh.. wh...!..?"
Her skin is paler than usual, and her lips are blue. Her eyes dart around, confused and bloodshot.
Just stay calm. You’re safe… I need to call Mayhem.
(She really doesn’t have time for that, but she’ll have to make time. For now, it continues to deal with the stab wound, patching it up slowly so she can stop easy enough when Reverb seizes again)
Reverb wheezes as she tries to take a deep breath. "Hhh.... Hhh..."
Her fingers twitch as the antidote takes its slow course.
Just… breathe slow. I don’t think we have spare oxygen tanks…
(Cyber realises just before she goes to fetch more gauze that her batteries are practically gone, too late to do much as she powers down. Her colleague scrambles to get her batteries, abandoning Reverbs burns in a half treated state)
Reverb's fingers twitch rapidly, trying to force her arm to move— to reach— to do anything.
Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.
She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.
What a shitty way to go.
She smells the cigarette smoke before she sees him.
Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.
He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.
He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.
The syringe slams down where his fingers were originally, moving enough to stick the straw down after.
Reverb makes a gasping noise— or maybe it's the straw.
But she can breathe now.
She looks at the man— at least, she thinks it's a man, attempting to speak despite whatever Nova gave her still wrecking her system.
"Coulda smoked that cigarette still. Shame." He mutters, pulling another from his jacket pocket before wandering down the hall— the smoke lingering around Reverb as he leaves from the back of Moon Dust.
@cyberhex-kjrp
(Cyber’s colleague finally picks up the right batteries, and manages to come back and boot her back up)
… damn it- what the…?
"Chest tube.... Lung collapsed..." Reverb mutters, able to move from the waist up against.
Oh.
(Her voice is soft as her system runs a full reboot procedure- her eyes almost going from purple to blue momentarily)
A soft thud as Reverb's left arm finally gives out to the paralysis.
She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.
Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.
She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.
"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."
@reverb-rotting
(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)
Nova huh… you’re not the only one having issues with her lately. What she give you?
"Dunno... Dunno... Wouldn't tell me." Reverb slurs, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Ggh.. can't move. 'm gonna dust here..."
Paralysis? Cyanide got me an antidote somewhere round here…
(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)
Try to sip. Your voice will start to fade soon, save your energy.
Reverb mutters Cyanide's name, almost like a question, before she goes unconscious, jerking rhythmically as she seizes.
(She watches the clock, knowing too well the seizure protocol. Her colleague comes in and takes over as she runs through the various cupboards, searching for the antidote)
Reverb blinks back to consciousness 2 minutes later, starting to cry. She can't feel either of her arms now, can't move at all.
-Cyanide! Which one’s the antidote for the paralytic?-
-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-
-Not right now!-
(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)
Reverb, the rest of your injuries… raygun?
Reverb sobs, barely able to move her head. "Hhh..mmm..."
She slips into another short seizure.
Reverb makes a wheezing-whining sound— everything too bright, too loud after another short seizure. "Hhhh.. wh...!..?"
Her skin is paler than usual, and her lips are blue. Her eyes dart around, confused and bloodshot.
Just stay calm. You’re safe… I need to call Mayhem.
(She really doesn’t have time for that, but she’ll have to make time. For now, it continues to deal with the stab wound, patching it up slowly so she can stop easy enough when Reverb seizes again)
Reverb wheezes as she tries to take a deep breath. "Hhh.... Hhh..."
Her fingers twitch as the antidote takes its slow course.
Just… breathe slow. I don’t think we have spare oxygen tanks…
(Cyber realises just before she goes to fetch more gauze that her batteries are practically gone, too late to do much as she powers down. Her colleague scrambles to get her batteries, abandoning Reverbs burns in a half treated state)
Reverb's fingers twitch rapidly, trying to force her arm to move— to reach— to do anything.
Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.
She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.
What a shitty way to go.
She smells the cigarette smoke before she sees him.
Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.
He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.
He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.
The syringe slams down where his fingers were originally, moving enough to stick the straw down after.
Reverb makes a gasping noise— or maybe it's the straw.
But she can breathe now.
She looks at the man— at least, she thinks it's a man, attempting to speak despite whatever Nova gave her still wrecking her system.
"Coulda smoked that cigarette still. Shame." He mutters, pulling another from his jacket pocket before wandering down the hall— the smoke lingering around Reverb as he leaves from the back of Moon Dust.
@cyberhex-kjrp
(Cyber’s colleague finally picks up the right batteries, and manages to come back and boot her back up)
… damn it- what the…?
