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goneawayworld2020-10-22 09:48 pm
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2020-10-22 09:48 pm
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I've got your name written here
Who: Data and Saturday, Robbie and Rogue, assorted rescuers, and a really scary lady
What: Several New Hires get attacked by the murderer and gets some clues
Where: All over the rig.
When: After Catra and Wash are attacked and all the chitchat about what to do.
Warnings/Notes: Lots of injuries! Some pretty brutal beat downs.
The halls of the rig are deceptively empty lately. The lower level executives that sometimes used the same hallways to go to the Cafeteria and a few other places have been very careful about where they go lately, with only some of them daring to. Lower level workers like the janitorial staff do their work together in little groups, and nurses going to work in the infirmary travel in packs.
Gossip travels far and even if the ongoing attacks of rig executives have been downplayed, it's now widely known that several New Hires are recovering from injuries in the Infirmary, some of them serious.
The hallways are dangerous to travel alone. The New Hires know they should, at minimum, go in pairs, or larger groups if possible. But Jorgmund gets suspicious if groups of them walk around towards the evening, closer to lights out.
So it's pairs tonight, after a four person guard shift at the Infirmary, taking separate hallways to meander back to avoid Jorgmund cracking down on them. With others not far off from their routes back to their Quarters, just in case.
But not close enough to come right away.
What: Several New Hires get attacked by the murderer and gets some clues
Where: All over the rig.
When: After Catra and Wash are attacked and all the chitchat about what to do.
Warnings/Notes: Lots of injuries! Some pretty brutal beat downs.
The halls of the rig are deceptively empty lately. The lower level executives that sometimes used the same hallways to go to the Cafeteria and a few other places have been very careful about where they go lately, with only some of them daring to. Lower level workers like the janitorial staff do their work together in little groups, and nurses going to work in the infirmary travel in packs.
Gossip travels far and even if the ongoing attacks of rig executives have been downplayed, it's now widely known that several New Hires are recovering from injuries in the Infirmary, some of them serious.
The hallways are dangerous to travel alone. The New Hires know they should, at minimum, go in pairs, or larger groups if possible. But Jorgmund gets suspicious if groups of them walk around towards the evening, closer to lights out.
So it's pairs tonight, after a four person guard shift at the Infirmary, taking separate hallways to meander back to avoid Jorgmund cracking down on them. With others not far off from their routes back to their Quarters, just in case.
But not close enough to come right away.
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Flashes in her mind, darkness, devastation, and so much blood. The feeling of it was a complete disregard for any life other than it's own. She hadn't felt, whatever else that woman was she did not want to touch her and know more.
Rogue crossed her arms over her face as Robbie put himself between them. "She ain' playing Robbie. She'll kill you as soon as she's breathin." As much as she hated the idea, and unsure if the churning of her stomach was the sense of her or the bullet, she was afraid the only way to stop her was going to be to use her power.
Rogue pulled off a glove and held her breath as she reached for their attacker.
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In stilettos.
That said, the immediate retaliating swing has the force of a Mack truck behind it, which oughta do him the favor of charging up his bounces real good. Her hand drops to her hip, grabbing at something to make things more fun for him, when Rogue's bare hand clamps on her bare arm.
The visions are a nightmare. Her, smiling as a group of cavemen lay waste to a rival tribe. A poisoning in Egypt, with her leaning over the assassin's shoulder as he pours a powder into someone's drink. Standing in a crowd of furious Frenchmen as a sharp blade drops for the thirtieth time that day. Gently guiding a blue-clad soldier's bayonet into the gut of a grey-clad one. Astride a pale horse, watching white-robed men decorate a tree with strange fruit. Gesturing at an axe to a stressed looking girl who's just about had it with her mother and father. Smiling as a hard-faced man speaks German and activates gas valves. Watching through binoculars as a man on a grassy knoll takes aim. Moistening a sponge as a crying man approaches an electric chair. Herself, murdering several men in outlandish costumes, then smiling at a bald man in a skintight uniform that looks like he's been hit by a thunderbolt.
The depth of her memory spans... far too long. The grip is painful, a psychic load like a car battery hooked up to her fingers. The only reason it stops is because the woman gets bored and slings her arm to the side, hurling Rogue towards the spot where Robbie's just about to be, if she's judged his bouncing right.
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And she takes it standing up.
He’d respect it if it didn’t make this a hundred times harder.
“Heads up!” Or if he wasn’t currently crashing into Rogue. She got thrown into his trajectory too late to avoid, although he does manage to twist enough that his butt should her thigh. It doesn’t sound appealing, but it’s a lot softer than heads and elbows.
Robbie rolls out of the rebound and onto his feed, directing the residual kinetic energy at the murderer in a stream of energy bubbles. He’s just trying to keep her at bay while he checks on his teammate, for lack of a better term. He wants to ask her if she’s okay, how bad it is, but the killer is right there. It’s not like Robbie can do anything for Rogue in this moment.
His eyes catch hers, flick back the way they came, and back to Rogue before he turns back to the fight. “Hey, Red, I don’t think you’ve thought through all that Jorgmund has to offer!”
God, he hope Rogue gets it and staggers or crawls away for help. Robbie slides in front of Rogue and tries to make himself more interesting, with bold loose gesticulation. “Look at you! You’re a certified grade A hottie! There’s a huge career for you in employee training vids! Stick with me, kid, I know all the right people.”
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Her body flew far easier than it should have as she was thrown from a figure as small as the redhead was. She hit him but the contact was blissfully not skin on skin and rebounded her over toward the doorway.
Hauling herself by her hands, Rogue tried to pull herself up to her feet latching her hands onto the door to give her something to pull upon, her view suddenly blocked by Robbie stepping in front of her, and then because her vision blurred.
There had to be something here right? Something other than their coms, she spied the fire alarm and staggered to it taking two hits to break the glass and pull the lever and then silence. "Figures."
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Getting help
Don't die
Talk to K after this
She's facing them so she doesn't notice. And if she happens to turn around the words will quickly disappear.
She's looking a little...bored, even as the bubbles shoot against her in a wave. She can be hurt but the fact she's still standing through it, makes it clear it's much easier to cut her with a blade than actually knock her over. This is taking too long for her. She just keeps having these little interruptions.
The little blades she summons up aren't the shape most people associate with shurikens. They're double sided and curved. When she throws them, they don't hit Robbie. Instead they make it so his attempt to protect Rogue is futile. They curve around him, hitting her in multiple places all over her body, with such force that any toughness or invulnerability can only do so much. (The super strong are often able to apply enough force to hurt the invulnerable or semi-invulnerable.) They don't hit anything vital but there are enough nicked veins and arteries that she won't have much time before bleeding out.
Robbie is a separate problem. Hit him hard enough and he simply goes flying - she's picked that up. But she wonders...
A spear appears in her hand.
She races forward in a movement that could happen in the space of a blink and summons a small blade in the other hand and slashes Robbie diagonally across the lips. It's not a deep enough cut to split anything but it might scar. It's done with the energy of an impatient, thoughtless parent rudely slapping a child across the mouth for backtalk.
But slower. She's already figuring out that slow works better with him.
The only thing she says, in a voice as beautiful as harp music and as chilling as seeing the headlights of oncoming traffic straight ahead of you is: "You talk too much."
Instead of throwing it, or stabbing him quickly she moves forward with the spear now.
He's lucky that she's in a rush because her aim is off. It's a casual sort of carelessness, the way someone might phone it in on a part of their job because they want to rush ahead to something more important. But they flub the job with such ease you know it's laziness rather than lack of skill.
The hand that grabs him by the throat and knocks him into the wall and then pushes him down off his feet so he's sitting on the floor, does it at just the right speed. Too fast to react to, not fast enough to activate his bouncing. Just a grab and then he's suddenly sitting with his back against the wall, next to Rogue. The speed that the spear goes into his abdomen is painfully slow, too. Sinking in with a simple extension of her arm and no effort, no need for her to put her bodyweight in behind it. The spear passes through him and into the metal wall behind him. It angles upward slightly.
When she steps back to admire her handiwork, she tilts her head like she's slightly dissatisfied with not hitting something more vital but then shrugs. Oh well, they'll both probably conveniently bleed out regardless.
There's an interesting crackle of...something when he's in pain, but she's smart enough to not stick around in case anything trips off.
So she walks away. Things to do, places to be.
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Rogue had made it back to her feet, the little bit of healing she'd stolen from the woman had made that gut shot a lot less perilous, too bad the effects were waning fast. She had to make the most of the last of that energy and moved to back up Robbie except that half a dozen sharp, curved blades had another idea for her.
"Uurk!" She let out a strangled cry as metal carved into her on her thigh and hip, her left upper arm, one lodged in her clavicle, and another sank deep into her lower ribs and her belly too close to the still open gunshot wound. The force of the blades knocked her back as if the shock didn't already have her staggering. She hit the wall already tasting blood and slid down to the floor.
Weakly she reached to try and push away the spear as it moved toward Robbie but she didn't have the strength. All she could do was glare at the woman and curse her with every word that came to mind.
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Materializing weapons out of nowhere - he’d assumed that she had pulled the gun on them, but Robbie’s still following the trajectories of the thrown blades - shit, she hit Rogue. He turns back and feels something slice into his face. He knows that she didn’t have the knife three seconds before she cuts him in the mouth.
The momentary confusion of hey where’d that come from doesn’t help him, but she’d be faster anyway. By the time Robbie’s tried to dodge the slice, it’s done, and before he can taste the blood, her hand’s around his neck. It’s constant mental catch-up, and she doesn’t squander the opportunity to get ahead in the fight.
There’s a split second where he realizes what’s about to happen, and that nanosecond’s gone and the spear is sinking in. Robbie tries to grab at the shaft, but the pain twists the movement into a flail as the spearhead disappears completely. Feels the pain multiply as it tears through nerves and skin on the other side.
He hears but doesn’t understand the metal on metal rending sound. The way she tilts her head though... Robbie doesn’t know if he remembers how Michael Myers tilts his head after pinning Bob to the wall with a knife, and then realizes he’s been skewered, or if he realizes how his body’s trying to slump to the floor and can’t and then she tilts her head like an animal.
Fuck, it hurts. The weight of his upper body is pressing on the spear, and he can’t sit up. Shouldn’t sit up, shouldn’t do anything that might dislodge the spear, as if he could.
He’s bleeding. He’s breathing. It feels like he’s screaming, but she hasn’t killed him. Why hasn’t she killed him? Six inches and she’d have got his heart, but it’s getting harder to follow his own train of thought because the pain isn’t getting any less. It’s just the shock taking his brain offline.
There’s a flare of energy along his arm, bright blue, and alarming, because that was him but not him , and he’s terrified of what could happen if the pain doesn’t stop. Robbie groans quietly, “Rogue... go... please, not again.”
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"Shhhh now, jus' relax and concentrate on holdin' on till help gets here, ain't gonna be long now, ya hear me?" She even tried to smile, but blood on her lips ruined the effect. She'd already taken her glove off for fighting that woman so it wasn't hard to get at least her bare hand over to him. The metal biting into her upper arm didn't feel great and her body was protesting any sort of movement.
She laid a gentle hand against his skin and eased back on her control, she didn't want to knock him out or hurt him worse than he already was, but she needed to drain off some of that power before he put himself in a whole bigger world of hurt. Well him and who knows how many others.
She held on long enough to weaken him and give him a bit of relief. This was a good start, but now that meant his power was building up in her, and she needed to find a way to channel it out safely. Well more safely than blowing up here. Fortunately, she'd had a bit of experience with kinetic energy. She'd deal with the rest of the baggage from him later, that boy had seen and felt way more than anyone should have at his age.
There was enough willpower left in her to call on that flight ability and let her move without jarring herself too much and at least get herself somewhere she wouldn't be a threat to others if and when she went off as Robbie had been about to. She already felt the energy burning and bubbling up inside her as she floated herself to the rear of the storage room, putting as much between herself and Robbie as possible to damned the concussive effect.
Rogue took every precaution possible if she was at full strength she would have torn open a wall and taken this outside, but that was beyond her powers at the moment. The best she could hope for was that she mitigated the damage when the energy released from her in the next moment. The familiar yet not feeling of the blast sent her hard into the wall, radiating outward from her.
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He’s trying to help her, too. He doesn’t want her to freak out and leave him . He could feel the energy draining away, although he didn’t fully grasp what she was doing, and he knew that Rogue can see people’s memories through touch. So make a joke, and maybe she won’t see the worst. It felt easier to control, less like he was overcharged, although the world was slipping away from him.
When she flew off, the resigned assumption formed that she’s left him to die. A familiar blue energy lights the room, and he can hear the damage it’s doing to the stored goods. But that’s not right - Robbie’s not the one who went off.
He thought it came from the same way she’d gone and called weakly, “You ok?”
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Not knowing what they'd find had him feeling a bit uneasy, but it's something he's used to pushing it down and away. Later, he could have a moment. For now, Remy ignores it as he leads Greg toward...explosions.
With a sharp French curse under his breath, Remy drops a couple of cards to his hand and runs for the door, stopping in it to take the lay of the land, as it were.
The energy he'd given to the cards cuts out before he drops them with another curse. Loud enough that Rogue would definitely be able to hear it. If she's conscious, at least. But there's still explosions happening there and he KNOWS she'll be mad at him if he approaches before that drops off. "Greg. Let's get de homme off de wall, first. Den I'll go get her."
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"Guess it's a good thing I grabbed that laser cutter then."
The cowboy had made a quick a detour into the machine shop on the way so he could get something to defend himself with. While that didn't seem necessary anymore, it would still come in handy.
"Don't you worry, Robbie, I'll have you out of there in a jiff. Just try not to move too much," he says, while activating the cutter and using it to slice into the spear's end.
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The skin of her arms, chest, and face are damaged by the energy too. It's explosive enough to shred some of her flesh. And now they have company.
Time to go.
She tosses a flash-bang grenade from nowhere, right in Rogue's face. Even if Rogue explodes it with Robbie's energy, it's set to still go off if any outside force damages it.
The woman follows up by also summoning a small blowgun and shooting out a single dart that hits Rogue's throat.
Then she waves a little wave at Remy and Vigilante with a hand still shredded and burned by Rogue's borrowed power, like the damage is nothing at all. It's healing quickly enough. The little flutter of her fingers feels like it should be accompanied by a "toodle-loo!" but she says nothing.
Then she runs through the door into a nearby stairwell. If any of them follow her, it will be impossible to tell if she jumped down several floors and landed, or jumped up to floors above by leaping from railing to railing on each level.
As quickly as she was there, she's gone, but plenty of carnage is left behind.
Thanks to the dart, Rogue will find herself suddenly struggling to breathe. The dart contained a unique blend of chemicals and poisons: tetrodotoxin, histamine, tryptamine, octopamine, taurine, acetylcholine, and dopamine.
A marine biologist examining the poison might recognize it as the poison of a blue-ringed octopus. The tetrodotoxin is also a neurotoxin found in pufferfish, and in some poison dart frogs.
When it comes to creative solutions to the problems in front of her, sometimes nature itself provides the answer.
The poison acts fast. Within seconds, Rogue will feel it starting to take effect. The symptoms? Nausea, gradual paralysis, blindness, and then as the muscles of the diaphragm go weak: asphyxiation and respiratory failure. The worst part: she'll be fully aware of her surroundings the entire time, but unable to move.
Her only chance of survival is getting to the Infirmary quickly, where supportive technology like a respirator and medications can keep her alive for the 24 hours it will take for the poison to be metabolized out of her system. If she survives that time, she'll recover fully.
But with it rapidly taking effect and affecting Rogue's ability to breathe, the clock is ticking.
And with the way Robbie is bleeding, he's in the same boat.
Ten to fifteen minutes, at best, until it's probably too late for both of them.
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Unfortunately whatever this cast-iron bitch was made of Rogue was barely able to put a dent into her. Even that unleashed power had hardly slowed her down.
On reflex Rogue threw her hands up and another small burst of Robbie's energy when the woman tossed the flashbang, and then her world went phosphorescent white and dead silent. Blind, deafened and injured she groped forward and only barely felt the sting of the dart. What was that compared to the wounds and blade that were working their way deeper into her with every move?
She tried to speak, but the dull roar of white noise that rose in the wake of the flashbang drown out everything around her. At least she gave Robbie a shot, she was ok with that, she can rest, people will be here.. be here...be
Why was it getting hard to breathe? She fell hard to the floor and tipped her head back trying to open her mouth and throat to gulp down air. Blackness fading in on the edges of white that was her vision.
Oh. She was not ok.
Rogue slumped over to her side, gasping for breath and bleeding out.
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Which is a real plus, because Robbie isn’t feeling too perky. The spear might be keeping most of the blood in, but it’s increasingly not where it should be.
“Get Rogue first.” The energy blast has him freaked out about her condition - was it her that exploded? Is she all right? Or was it directed at her, and is she all right?
He’s getting cold, and it doesn’t feel like it’s the Rig’s poor climate control. The cold is bone deep, and Robbie’s aware of how bad that is. Only dimly aware, though, because his mind doesn’t want to stay in the present and keeps throwing random memories at him. Remember when Niels stole all the crunchy fries and left the soggy ones? Remember how you almost fell into a manhole and Spidey caught you? Remember when you got shot and kept thinking about random memories?
“And... I need jokes about new piercings and shish ke-Robs.” The shallow breathing makes it come out choppy and quiet, and Robbie’s teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. He’s fighting it, because he’s scared of just slipping away, but he’s probably thirty seconds from blacking out and won’t be able to acknowledge a response.
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There might be two down, but there's also two rescuers. This doesn't have to be an either-or situation.
The haft of the spear falls to the ground. With it out of the way Greg starts cutting into the part sticking out of Robbie's back.
"Remy, I don't need you hoverin' over me. I can handle this myself. Get to Rogue."
Greg finishes cutting through the spear. Placing the cutter aside, he begins to tear off and rip apart his own sleeves to make bandages.
"Alright kid, this is gonna suck, but I'm gonna have to tie these tight to keep pressure on that wound of yours. You still with me?"
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He knows that's not what Greg's really saying, that he's really just saying that he has Robbie. He does drop a grateful hand to Greg's shoulder before running over, itching to rip at his own sleeves to staunch some of Rogue's bleeding. But her jumpsuit has been cut through in too many places for that to be an option. Rogue would not thank him for exposing himself to that danger.
Remy does pluck out the dart immediately, putting it in his chest pocket. They'd need the toxin to be able to counteract it fully.
He takes a moment, looking her over before getting out his comm and setting it to hover on its own while he gives Brainy the rundown on the injuries. Once he's done that, he starts gathering Rogue up, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Don't you give up on me, mon coeur. We still got a lot to do."
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Gloved hands warded off whoever was there, her voice overly loud given she couldn't tell. "Not safe! Don't touch me, you'll get hurt!" And in the warning, there was a kiss placed on her head, and that meant it could only be one person. "Remy, ya gotta get Robbie out. That crazy witch spitted him like a hog." Her words punctuated by hard draws for breath.
She was worried about Robbie but didn't protest more when he scooped her up, a tittering idea floated through her mind. Probably only funny because she was lightheaded. How many times she'd swooped in to catch or carry Remy out of some hell hole or disaster or another, this time he was stuck carrying her. She leaned into him, distressingly without tension as though it was leaving her as quickly as her oxygen supply. "Finally managed ta take mah breath away." A half hiccup of a laugh and her head lolled back, her skin going paler.
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He shakes his head at Greg. No, he’s not with him. Tying bandages tight enough to prevent blood loss sounds like a terrible idea, but the full readout on how Robbie’s powers work involves way too many syllables.
He’s acutely aware of how many people he’s killed when he was badly injured. Four, and he’d rather die than add a fifth. “No, don’t make it tight.”
That would hurt more, wouldn’t it? Compressing the injured tissue around the cut off chunk of the shaft? It sounds like it will hurt more, but he’s having trouble thinking through the options. “My powers - don’t wanna hurt...”
The adrenaline rush triggered by the sensation of feeling the spear vibrate through him as it was cut peters out, and he’s really fighting off shock to make himself understood. “Don’t make it worse. Okay.”
He tried. That’s all he could do. He tried to
Something in Robbie’s face goes slack as shock starts to settle in.