Morgana Robtonik

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

Okay, that’s not completely true. Firstly, the stomach is never really empty. Not even if hypothetically there was no food. Because guess what. ENZYMES AND HYDROCHLORIC ACID. The stomach can never be empty, unless if it was stabbed dead. Secondly the transfer of nutrients mainly happens in the intestines, particularly the small intestine. The stomach’s role isn’t ‘HEY VACUUM THE NUTRIENTS’. It’s ‘ make this food more digestible for the body‘ and ‘DESTROY ANY PATHOGENS IN THE FOOD’. Thirdly, food can take up 14 hours to 70 hours to be fully digested, and at least 4 to 11 if we ignore the large intestine. Food won’t even really be needed until the morning. And additionally, saying when you last ate doesn’t give you a full image on the actual food ready in total. Funnily because Licu wasn’t purely rationing it a week ago. And if the canteen was actually open, now, they might consider trying get something but they can’t for obvious reasons. So is the Monstro Lounge. Hosting parties in Scarabia for food isn’t safe anymore, as well ( which they were considering joining in if there wasn’t much better choice.) Of course there’s a little less food now. But it doesn’t account what food was eaten when more food supply could exist, that has helped fuelled their journey. Biased question, your honour.” they think silently.

Why on the Sevens are they trying to internally reason with a robot? Seriously, that might be a bit too much. Their expression softens a bit.

...they’re still hungry. But there’s still got to be limits on the food, right? At least some. Is it mean to decline or accept?

anyway, were here

*they reach a magically sealed and locked room filled with weapons of various legality, enchanted swords, nets and chain ball launchers, gas masks, hazmat suits, non lethal magical and chemical weapons, explosives and various military hardware with certain logos scratched off, if you look closely at the different scratched of remenants the logo seems to be a letter of some sort maybe a G surrounded by a wreath oh and most importantly there seems to be a pot full of a delicious smelling stew it seem to have recently been put there and is on a portable magic heating sigil*

The symbol on these weapons looks odd, it’s not one they recognise. The G wreath symbol. Maybe Cyn could be asked about this later— oh right they can’t. Stupid. They’ll have to wait a bit. Like a few days, hopefully.

Yeah, the soup was probably canned. But it’s some good soup to be offered. Thank the sevens they have no allergies. And it’s probably safe, anyway. She has no reason to harm them, probably. Lukewarm to the touch. It’ll work for now, without attracting too much attention.

“Thank you, Morgana.”

They have a feeling Cyn and Morgana would get on well. Even if nothing else, they could bond over pestering them to care properly.

“Besides it’s fine, if I do get infected, you’ll hear me before I could be seen. That’s why I have the cowbell and rope. To save others the hassle of wondering if someone infected is there.” Licu acknowledged.

This was very much a possible outcome, and as much as they hoped they wouldn’t get infected, they can’t ever promise that. They can try, but they just don’t know the future. Licu can’t predict that.

“ Guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“That’s assuming the sigil actually works. And even in a coma, sustainance is still required and all.” they ponder, “but it’s probably better than nothing. Maybe, but I’m not too sure yet.”

Yeah, they’ve heard of people going asleep and some never waking up in coma sigils, and those who are conscious, but have little awareness, and won’t remember. That’s equally terrifying. Does Morgana’s mum have a lot of potent magical weapons? Yes, but not all of it translates to effectiveness and precision. As much as they don’t want to hurt anyone further, a sigil is risky, but at least controls damage if nothing else.

Licu takes another sip at their soup. It’s better to try and enjoy it right now, before it becomes cold with the room.

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

Okay, that’s not completely true. Firstly, the stomach is never really empty. Not even if hypothetically there was no food. Because guess what. ENZYMES AND HYDROCHLORIC ACID. The stomach can never be empty, unless if it was stabbed dead. Secondly the transfer of nutrients mainly happens in the intestines, particularly the small intestine. The stomach’s role isn’t ‘HEY VACUUM THE NUTRIENTS’. It’s ‘ make this food more digestible for the body‘ and ‘DESTROY ANY PATHOGENS IN THE FOOD’. Thirdly, food can take up 14 hours to 70 hours to be fully digested, and at least 4 to 11 if we ignore the large intestine. Food won’t even really be needed until the morning. And additionally, saying when you last ate doesn’t give you a full image on the actual food ready in total. Funnily because Licu wasn’t purely rationing it a week ago. And if the canteen was actually open, now, they might consider trying get something but they can’t for obvious reasons. So is the Monstro Lounge. Hosting parties in Scarabia for food isn’t safe anymore, as well ( which they were considering joining in if there wasn’t much better choice.) Of course there’s a little less food now. But it doesn’t account what food was eaten when more food supply could exist, that has helped fuelled their journey. Biased question, your honour.” they think silently.

Why on the Sevens are they trying to internally reason with a robot? Seriously, that might be a bit too much. Their expression softens a bit.

...they’re still hungry. But there’s still got to be limits on the food, right? At least some. Is it mean to decline or accept?

anyway, were here

*they reach a magically sealed and locked room filled with weapons of various legality, enchanted swords, nets and chain ball launchers, gas masks, hazmat suits, non lethal magical and chemical weapons, explosives and various military hardware with certain logos scratched off, if you look closely at the different scratched of remenants the logo seems to be a letter of some sort maybe a G surrounded by a wreath oh and most importantly there seems to be a pot full of a delicious smelling stew it seem to have recently been put there and is on a portable magic heating sigil*

The symbol on these weapons looks odd, it’s not one they recognise. The G wreath symbol. Maybe Cyn could be asked about this later— oh right they can’t. Stupid. They’ll have to wait a bit. Like a few days, hopefully.

Yeah, the soup was probably canned. But it’s some good soup to be offered. Thank the sevens they have no allergies. And it’s probably safe, anyway. She has no reason to harm them, probably. Lukewarm to the touch. It’ll work for now, without attracting too much attention.

“Thank you, Morgana.”

They have a feeling Cyn and Morgana would get on well. Even if nothing else, they could bond over pestering them to care properly.

“Besides it’s fine, if I do get infected, you’ll hear me before I could be seen. That’s why I have the cowbell and rope. To save others the hassle of wondering if someone infected is there.” Licu acknowledged.

This was very much a possible outcome, and as much as they hoped they wouldn’t get infected, they can’t ever promise that. They can try, but they just don’t know the future. Licu can’t predict that.

“ Guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“That’s assuming the sigil actually works. And even in a coma, sustainance is still required and all.” they ponder, “but it’s probably better than nothing. Maybe, but I’m not too sure yet.”

Yeah, they’ve heard of people going asleep and some never waking up in coma sigils, and those who are conscious, but have little awareness, and won’t remember. That’s equally terrifying. Does Morgana’s mum have a lot of potent magical weapons? Yes, but not all of it translates to effectiveness and precision. As much as they don’t want to hurt anyone further, a sigil is risky, but at least controls damage if nothing else.

He looks confused.

He looks confused.

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

Okay, that’s not completely true. Firstly, the stomach is never really empty. Not even if hypothetically there was no food. Because guess what. ENZYMES AND HYDROCHLORIC ACID. The stomach can never be empty, unless if it was stabbed dead. Secondly the transfer of nutrients mainly happens in the intestines, particularly the small intestine. The stomach’s role isn’t ‘HEY VACUUM THE NUTRIENTS’. It’s ‘ make this food more digestible for the body‘ and ‘DESTROY ANY PATHOGENS IN THE FOOD’. Thirdly, food can take up 14 hours to 70 hours to be fully digested, and at least 4 to 11 if we ignore the large intestine. Food won’t even really be needed until the morning. And additionally, saying when you last ate doesn’t give you a full image on the actual food ready in total. Funnily because Licu wasn’t purely rationing it a week ago. And if the canteen was actually open, now, they might consider trying get something but they can’t for obvious reasons. So is the Monstro Lounge. Hosting parties in Scarabia for food isn’t safe anymore, as well ( which they were considering joining in if there wasn’t much better choice.) Of course there’s a little less food now. But it doesn’t account what food was eaten when more food supply could exist, that has helped fuelled their journey. Biased question, your honour.” they think silently.

Why on the Sevens are they trying to internally reason with a robot? Seriously, that might be a bit too much. Their expression softens a bit.

...they’re still hungry. But there’s still got to be limits on the food, right? At least some. Is it mean to decline or accept?

anyway, were here

*they reach a magically sealed and locked room filled with weapons of various legality, enchanted swords, nets and chain ball launchers, gas masks, hazmat suits, non lethal magical and chemical weapons, explosives and various military hardware with certain logos scratched off, if you look closely at the different scratched of remenants the logo seems to be a letter of some sort maybe a G surrounded by a wreath oh and most importantly there seems to be a pot full of a delicious smelling stew it seem to have recently been put there and is on a portable magic heating sigil*

The symbol on these weapons looks odd, it’s not one they recognise. The G wreath symbol. Maybe Cyn could be asked about this later— oh right they can’t. Stupid. They’ll have to wait a bit. Like a few days, hopefully.

Yeah, the soup was probably canned. But it’s some good soup to be offered. Thank the sevens they have no allergies. And it’s probably safe, anyway. She has no reason to harm them, probably. Lukewarm to the touch. It’ll work for now, without attracting too much attention.

“Thank you, Morgana.”

They have a feeling Cyn and Morgana would get on well. Even if nothing else, they could bond over pestering them to care properly.

“Besides it’s fine, if I do get infected, you’ll hear me before I could be seen. That’s why I have the cowbell and rope. To save others the hassle of wondering if someone infected is there.” Licu acknowledged.

This was very much a possible outcome, and as much as they hoped they wouldn’t get infected, they can’t ever promise that. They can try, but they just don’t know the future. Licu can’t predict that.

“ Guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“That’s assuming the sigil actually works. And even in a coma, sustainance is still required and all.” they ponder, “but it’s probably better than nothing. Maybe, but I’m not too sure yet.”

Yeah, they’ve heard of people going asleep and some never waking up in coma sigils, and those who are conscious, but have little awareness, and won’t remember. That’s equally terrifying. Does Morgana’s mum have a lot of potent magical weapons? Yes, but not all of it translates to effectiveness and precision. As much as they don’t want to hurt anyone further, a sigil is risky, but at least controls damage if nothing else.

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

Okay, that’s not completely true. Firstly, the stomach is never really empty. Not even if hypothetically there was no food. Because guess what. ENZYMES AND HYDROCHLORIC ACID. The stomach can never be empty, unless if it was stabbed dead. Secondly the transfer of nutrients mainly happens in the intestines, particularly the small intestine. The stomach’s role isn’t ‘HEY VACUUM THE NUTRIENTS’. It’s ‘ make this food more digestible for the body‘ and ‘DESTROY ANY PATHOGENS IN THE FOOD’. Thirdly, food can take up 14 hours to 70 hours to be fully digested, and at least 4 to 11 if we ignore the large intestine. Food won’t even really be needed until the morning. And additionally, saying when you last ate doesn’t give you a full image on the actual food ready in total. Funnily because Licu wasn’t purely rationing it a week ago. And if the canteen was actually open, now, they might consider trying get something but they can’t for obvious reasons. So is the Monstro Lounge. Hosting parties in Scarabia for food isn’t safe anymore, as well ( which they were considering joining in if there wasn’t much better choice.) Of course there’s a little less food now. But it doesn’t account what food was eaten when more food supply could exist, that has helped fuelled their journey. Biased question, your honour.” they think silently.

Why on the Sevens are they trying to internally reason with a robot? Seriously, that might be a bit too much. Their expression softens a bit.

...they’re still hungry. But there’s still got to be limits on the food, right? At least some. Is it mean to decline or accept?

anyway, were here

*they reach a magically sealed and locked room filled with weapons of various legality, enchanted swords, nets and chain ball launchers, gas masks, hazmat suits, non lethal magical and chemical weapons, explosives and various military hardware with certain logos scratched off, if you look closely at the different scratched of remenants the logo seems to be a letter of some sort maybe a G surrounded by a wreath oh and most importantly there seems to be a pot full of a delicious smelling stew it seem to have recently been put there and is on a portable magic heating sigil*

The symbol on these weapons looks odd, it’s not one they recognise. The G wreath symbol. Maybe Cyn could be asked about this later— oh right they can’t. Stupid. They’ll have to wait a bit. Like a few days, hopefully.

Yeah, the soup was probably canned. But it’s some good soup to be offered. Thank the sevens they have no allergies. And it’s probably safe, anyway. She has no reason to harm them, probably. Lukewarm to the touch. It’ll work for now, without attracting too much attention.

“Thank you, Morgana.”

They have a feeling Cyn and Morgana would get on well. Even if nothing else, they could bond over pestering them to care properly.

“Besides it’s fine, if I do get infected, you’ll hear me before I could be seen. That’s why I have the cowbell and rope. To save others the hassle of wondering if someone infected is there.” Licu acknowledged.

This was very much a possible outcome, and as much as they hoped they wouldn’t get infected, they can’t ever promise that. They can try, but they just don’t know the future. Licu can’t predict that.

“ Guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

@morgstherobot

✨: Eh?

✨: Yeah, I’m fine.

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

Okay, that’s not completely true. Firstly, the stomach is never really empty. Not even if hypothetically there was no food. Because guess what. ENZYMES AND HYDROCHLORIC ACID. The stomach can never be empty, unless if it was stabbed dead. Secondly the transfer of nutrients mainly happens in the intestines, particularly the small intestine. The stomach’s role isn’t ‘HEY VACUUM THE NUTRIENTS’. It’s ‘ make this food more digestible for the body‘ and ‘DESTROY ANY PATHOGENS IN THE FOOD’. Thirdly, food can take up 14 hours to 70 hours to be fully digested, and at least 4 to 11 if we ignore the large intestine. Food won’t even really be needed until the morning. And additionally, saying when you last ate doesn’t give you a full image on the actual food ready in total. Funnily because Licu wasn’t purely rationing it a week ago. And if the canteen was actually open, now, they might consider trying get something but they can’t for obvious reasons. So is the Monstro Lounge. Hosting parties in Scarabia for food isn’t safe anymore, as well ( which they were considering joining in if there wasn’t much better choice.) Of course there’s a little less food now. But it doesn’t account what food was eaten when more food supply could exist, that has helped fuelled their journey. Biased question, your honour.” they think silently.

Why on the Sevens are they trying to internally reason with a robot? Seriously, that might be a bit too much. Their expression softens a bit.

...they’re still hungry. But there’s still got to be limits on the food, right? At least some. Is it mean to decline or accept?

anyway, were here

*they reach a magically sealed and locked room filled with weapons of various legality, enchanted swords, nets and chain ball launchers, gas masks, hazmat suits, non lethal magical and chemical weapons, explosives and various military hardware with certain logos scratched off, if you look closely at the different scratched of remenants the logo seems to be a letter of some sort maybe a G surrounded by a wreath oh and most importantly there seems to be a pot full of a delicious smelling stew it seem to have recently been put there and is on a portable magic heating sigil*

The symbol on these weapons looks odd, it’s not one they recognise. The G wreath symbol. Maybe Cyn could be asked about this later— oh right they can’t. Stupid. They’ll have to wait a bit. Like a few days, hopefully.

Yeah, the soup was probably canned. But it’s some good soup to be offered. Thank the sevens they have no allergies. And it’s probably safe, anyway. She has no reason to harm them, probably. Lukewarm to the touch. It’ll work for now, without attracting too much attention.

“Thank you, Morgana.”

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

Okay, that’s not completely true. Firstly, the stomach is never really empty. Not even if hypothetically there was no food. Because guess what. ENZYMES AND HYDROCHLORIC ACID. The stomach can never be empty, unless if it was stabbed dead. Secondly the transfer of nutrients mainly happens in the intestines, particularly the small intestine. The stomach’s role isn’t ‘HEY VACUUM THE NUTRIENTS’. It’s ‘ make this food more digestible for the body‘ and ‘DESTROY ANY PATHOGENS IN THE FOOD’. Thirdly, food can take up 14 hours to 70 hours to be fully digested, and at least 4 to 11 if we ignore the large intestine. Food won’t even really be needed until the morning. And additionally, saying when you last ate doesn’t give you a full image on the actual food ready in total. Funnily because Licu wasn’t purely rationing it a week ago. And if the canteen was actually open, now, they might consider trying get something but they can’t for obvious reasons. So is the Monstro Lounge. Hosting parties in Scarabia for food isn’t safe anymore, as well ( which they were considering joining in if there wasn’t much better choice.) Of course there’s a little less food now. But it doesn’t account what food was eaten when more food supply could exist, that has helped fuelled their journey. Biased question, your honour.” they think silently.

Why on the Sevens are they trying to internally reason with a robot? Seriously, that might be a bit too much. Their expression softens a bit.

...they’re still hungry. But there’s still got to be limits on the food, right? At least some. Is it mean to decline or accept?

anyway, were here

*they reach a magically sealed and locked room filled with weapons of various legality, enchanted swords, nets and chain ball launchers, gas masks, hazmat suits, non lethal magical and chemical weapons, explosives and various military hardware with certain logos scratched off, if you look closely at the different scratched of remenants the logo seems to be a letter of some sort maybe a G surrounded by a wreath oh and most importantly there seems to be a pot full of a delicious smelling stew it seem to have recently been put there and is on a portable magic heating sigil*

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

“ An 4 hour nap in the afternoon two days ago. From 3pm to 7:10pm for your first question.”

Their internal time system doesn’t like them. They know. And their shock and disbelief and just everything. Unfortunately not understanding what they even are anymore doesn’t help give good advice to sleep. Unfortunately they have to live with that. But it’ll be fine… they’ve got like two more days in them before they need to sleep properly.

“As for your second question, some yogurt and a sandwich. Like 2 slices. Some point this afternoon but like just above 1pm-ish.”

It wasn’t proud. Just the truth that had to be accepted.

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

That’s what you get when you’re hyper and panicked and slightly sleep deprived, probably. No injuries somehow, which is a relief.

“Wait, to restock on what?” they asked.

Yeah, it could be sciency stuff. Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. They feel like it probably isn’t. Licu should also probably feel more insulted about this, but they’re really not. Means even their own teammate will underestimate in the worse case.

Wait is this why no one came for them in Savanaclaw? Maybe?

Okay Licu, shut up for a minute thinking of things without evidence. Focus on answering questions.

*she does a full medical scan it’s visible from her eyes but you don’t feel anything she now knows your full physical condition*

…

Dude, when was the last time you slept?

A- an infection?! Goodness, the profit losses—! Ahem! Do tell, what does this infection do?

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*

Okay, probably not the best impression ever made (they can feel it, even if she doesn’t visibly show it.

And having a sharp memory kinda took away the ultimate necessity to make notes until they’re back at their dorm. They’re a bit underprepared compared to normal… Was it the panic or anxious hope or determination that left them underprepared? Well, no time to think about that. Time to be prepared for the next time.

Note for future Licu, get more resources. Please. Just not protein or food to be sacrificed.

Licu quickly inserts their number into the keyboard. It’s awkward, but the text is written quickly.

dont ask where i got them from you know me you can probably figure it out

do you have anyone you want me to look for?

ps: not in ignihide atm, at one of my hideouts, its well defended and out of the way

@morgstherobot

Look for our classmates

After a quick scoop of clotted blood into the beaker, they pause, noticing Morgana. They turn back, glad it’s not someone infected, before turning back and realising that is a robot humanoid. Licu tries waving at her, a short awkward and shaky wave.

(@twistedinbocs, for the nrc infection event, Liquinine Ploiswein) (hopefully the details aren’t wrong! insert major apology if so!)

Might as well approach the robot, it’s more difficult (and potentially dangerous) if nothing else. Curiosity bubbles. They ponder and stare at her for a few minutes (which is quite the size difference, Licu has to crouch down to meet Morgana’s…face?), before thinking it’s a safer bet to agree anyway. That and hazmats are way more helpful than the school uniform. And it can’t really hurt to say information to a fellow ally, right?

“Sure, although I don’t have much at the minute to work from, since these are my first samples of dried blood so far.” they sigh, lowering the voice a bit, “A lot more of a safer bet than grabbing live blood for the obvious reasons.”

“As for the rest I know… I believe Russ, is Foxglove his surname?… Russ from Savanaclaw, the Amberwood guy was the individual who initally got infected. The first one, if you will.”

“Then I believe someone, if my memory serves correctly, with the…. last name Chase? That’s slightly off in the name but I don’t know how- but got Russ to the infirmary but got infected in the process. Russ, I believe has been recorded as someone who has escaped the infirmary. But I don’t know how many more have been infected since then. And because of where it started, there’s been some more dried blood clots, dominantly in Savanaclaw.”

Licu is thinking out loud from what they know already, making a few gestures along the way.

Wait. Rewind a bit. GRENADES??? It helps that they only incapacitate, but still, that is a major shock (no pun intended). That and they don’t know how to use one. They could try to get a certain ghost to come and help understanding the basics, but she is currently on a gathering trip. ( unrelated to this whole scenario, funnily enough). That and if they do fight an infected, it will probably be in close contact, before any grenade can explode. And that they may either A. Completely fumble the shot B. Stun the infected and themselves in the process or C. Stun only themselves and… one can imagine what will occur after. So, it’s objectively smarter not to waste them. They can probably trust a robot to throw bombs better than them, anyway.

They shook their head. “ I’m better off not testing my luck with those grenades, thank you for the offer though.”

What else could they get? The hazmat suits. This is going to be insanely helpful, even if there isn’t any ionising radiation. Should accept that, pronto.

Grabbing the hazmat suit, Licu adds, “Quick question about the hazmat, how does its defences work?” It’s not too heavy, but still difficult to fold up and plop into their bag.

Licu knows the general basics of hazmat suits. Not something they looked too much into, but knew a few things here and there. Resistant against heat, chemical stuff, radiation and is generally more difficult to penetrate. Problem is, there’s more than one type of hazmat suit, so they don’t want to spend so much time in a hazmat suit that could kill them in 15-20 minutes, even without getting an infection, because the hazmat was gas tight and not liquid tight. Or over estimate what is there in terms of defences.

How does a tiny (okay maybe not that small, but at least small dog (not a puppy, an adult dog) ) sized robot carry all of that? Should they even be wondering this right now or should they actually focus on the… y’know whole infection rather than her seemingly large storage?

Where on the Sevens is she getting military grade hazmat from— actually don’t finish that question. It’s probably STYX. Or a similar company.

“Can’t go in it for too long then. Thanks.”

After a few moments of pondering what else was available, they perked up, “Wait, CCTV? Your mother has CCTV footage around most areas?”

Licu knew that there was CCTV around the school. That was obvious. It was also uncanny how often they noticed it, in the hallways, infirmary, in a lot of places. It was a habit of theirs in the past (which now they think about it… that day was scarily similar to this situation, not exactly, but very) to look for odd things. Guess it came in useful.

Okay, they don’t exactly know how smoke grenades work. Still, they can learn. Or get someone who knows how to use a smoke grenade. They reluctantly take 5 smoke grenades. Can’t be greedy, they reason. Can’t be excessive. But they’re still thankful. Sure, they live comfortable enough (for now), but in no way in the Sevens could they get some of this on their own.

Liquinine was way too formal, even for people they hardly know. Something reserved for legal matters, or something, not just everyday talk. Besides, they hardly register that name anymore. That and too many syllables. Save the speech energy or something.

*(morgana thinks) damn theyre quire unprepared for this*