"Hm, can i get out for just a minute? I need to...You know~", she gives a innocent smile.
Tyrithe keeps quiet, carefully watching the woman but not speaking. Seven of us, in one cell. Either she is incredibly foolish, or incredibly confident. Given that it is we in the cage and not she, I think it safe to surmise that she is no fool. I will wait.
If anything, he watches even more closely his cell-mates, for with his escape would come theirs, and he was not yet certain who or what these folk were.
Winnova whispers urgently to Tyrithe, "She's going to kill him, we have to stop her..."
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"Well, if i don't go now it will interrupt you just as you get to the good part, right?"
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"Keys? What keys? Oh! Got it! I guess you left them in another room? You know, to avoid them being stealed by one of those sick patients?"
Open the cell, mate and I will show you how dwarfes handle that.
Tyrithe's breathe catches in his throat. You damned fool, all you had to do was wait! he hisses silently. She was willing to open the cell with all of us awake? Her confidence must be boundless.
Seara rattles the cage door a bit, "Get her out of here before she pisses on us all. We don't need that the stench alone will drive you mad, and when one scared sheep pisses they all know they are being lead to the slaughter."
"she is unarmed, now is the time."
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Drat! Dratty drat drat! Dr. Ilesi's face, for a split second, contorts into a terrible supernatural countenance of evil. She wheels around in her frustration, and scalpel slices the unconscious man's neck ear to ear. He dies gurgling. Then she places the scalpel down on the tray and turns to you. Wiping her greasy black hair with a bloody hand, she smiles ever so sweetly:
Okay, dearies, I just left my keys up stairs. I'll be right back, then we can all go to the potty.
She leaves through the pop-riveted metal door to the east, which shuts behind her with a bang.
You are alone.
Narcizia crosses her arms and lays back against the wall with a satisfied smile, whistling.
"Blood of the ancients, who kills a person like that? What a waste!
Oh, well. Should we get out of here? I much prefer to be the one in charge of the experiments, rather than the guinea pig."
Seara lowers her voice, "Open the door, lets see what is in the satchels and try to get the jump on her when she returns. We probably don't have much time."
"The stench is like that of the torture pits back home, I remember that girl who pissed her pants before being taken in to "awaken" her power."
"I hope you don't like that kind of 'experiment'...anyway, I agree, let's get out of here before the psycho lady gets back."
"No, not like that. She didn't keep a record, didn't write down hypotheses and data, and look at the filthy conditions of the place. You can't do science like this."
Rising to his feet, the elf first answers Seara's suggestion, though a slight turn of his shoulders towards her is the only sign of whom he addresses. "I think a conflict most unwise, whatever out "host" is, she is not human, and I believe possessed of fell and dangerous power. She certainly had no qualms about leaving no less than seven prisoners in a single cell, suggesting a great confidence in her power to contain us."
Tilting his head as though listening, he turns to Volco and offers a small bow. "The Symphony suggests that you are dangerously insane, and should not be allowed to roam free. I agree with the former but am skeptical of the latter in the immediate term. I suspect we will need all the help we can get to escape this place, but your attitude towards this poor soul's fate," he gestures to the corpse upon the examining table, "is most distressing."
With a deft turn of the key he swings the door open as narrowly as possible and slips out, moving to the examination table and checking that the poor man on the table has indeed departed. Sighing sadly, he closes the man's eyes and murmurs a prayer to Chucaro, then proceeds to search the room for any sign of his equipment.
Quickly getting to his feet, Volreg stumbles about following Tyrithe out the door. "Perhaps what the doctor said was true, in that we all belong here. I am curious as to what you are doing, so I'll follow your lead." Looking at the metal tray, then back at the "patient" on the table, takes a scalpel. "We want to be quick though. If she finds out, there will be trouble."
"I thought she would be an interesting person, but turns she is very predictable.", she says, leaving the cell and walking towards the tray, where she takes one of the scalpels; she then takes a second to analyse the cuts on the dead body before walking towards satchels.
"Even if she is not as dangerous as the elf says, this place should have other things set on keeping us inside; if get my weapons I can help you escape, dream-friends."
Seara slips out behind Tyrithe, eyeing him up as he talks to her. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it again. "The little elf thinks that he can bargain his way out, only power and strength will get us away form this mad woman."
Seara will grab a scalpel as well, moving towards the sacks by the door, peering inside of them.
"Strength will win out here, she is arrogant and overly complacent. We must show that we have the stronger desire to live."
"I was more concerned about that fact that she was cutting him up...but this isn't the time or the place..."
Winnova grabs a scalpel, but also pokes through the sacks for something better.
Volco looks at Tyrithe with an eyebrow raised. "First of all, I am not insane, thank you. I just know firsthand the price of knowledge. Sacrifices are acceptable for a right cause, this... this is not. This is useless slaughter."
"As for my second point, you could have opened the door earlier, getting her attention and possibly saving him. You didn't, you hesitated, perhaps for the best, perhaps saving our lives. Not my place to judge. But don't come tell me that my attitude is unhealthy. I'm mourning that his death was so needless and meaningless."
Volco grabs a scalpel, if there are remaining, and any spare . Then he pockets them and takes the tray. He briefly considers cutting the corpse's head to throw, but he doesn't. Not the right tools to sever a spinal cord.
"Anything in the sacks? Oh, by the way my name is Volco. Volco Sissorba."
Standing in front of Tyrithe the dwarf looks up to the hunter and just get´s silent."So you think that who is in an hospital deserves to be treated like that poor sod there. If so, please stay in the cell!"
PATIENCE. TAKE YOUR TIME. HE IS OF A LESSER RACE! "Well maybe she is possessed. But I am in no mood to be tortured. Better to die in battle!"
"I would prefer none of us to die at all, including the other one living in my mind. Now, should we look in the sacks, before my little friend comes out to stay for a while?" The man seemed fairly nonchalant about having the other personality, as he went wotards the sacks and peered in a few.
Gazing at Volvo steadily, Tyrithe is not dissuaded. "Your argument is transparently self-serving. You inquired as to whether that thing was dissecting this man, and offered your advice to improve the process. When it murdered him, your objection was not his death but that her methods were insufficiently rigorous. I shall be watching you." With a respectful nod to Volreg he joins the human by the sacks.
"I agree, better to make good our escape swiftly and spare ourselves the doctor's tender mercies." the elf gives Volreg a kindly look and continues. "I too know what it is like to have the space in ones head not belong entirely to oneself. I am called Tyrithe.
Only the thought of the insane doctor nearby stops Volco from laughing fragorously. "It's good practice, you know, to make sure you know what you're talking about. Curarin is one of the strongest anesthetics I know, the most humane way to block pain. And her methods being sloppy meant that there was no purpose, no reason behind that death. Whereas, had he been the needed sacrifice to save others, it's sad but we have to do what needs to be done. Once we get out of here I'll be glad to discuss ethics and morals, for the time being get off my back."
"And why are you so sure it's not human?"
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//In the dungeon//
In the sacs you find all your gear... Whew, what a relief! Doctor Ilesi must have been planning on taking it with her after she was done with her "experiments". You smile at the familiar smells of leather and shine of steel.
Just then you hear a scream of rage, including the words BASTARDS and PUNISH...
Grabbing his gear, and putting it on, Volreg looks at everyone else while holding his scalpel. "Telling from those screams, it seems that the doctor has caught on." For a moment, his muscles tighten and body stiffens as his eyes slightly flutter. Relaxing for a moment, he looks around before looking at the scalpel in his hand. "Bad lady let us out? Volreg not in cage any more. Where is bad lady?" As he speaks, Volreg expertly twirls the scalpel in his fingers while watching for danger.
Seara smiles at her stuff, the worn grip on her great sword, the notches that have come for excessive use. She pulls on her hide shirt as the screams start. She shutters at the sound, her eyes blanking out a bit "No more screaming, no more, I submit, I will allow you to punish me for not completing the mission."
The tip of her sword hits the floor and the "clink" noise wakes Seara. She sets her feet, lifts the sword and clears the rest of her gear off to the side to give her space.
"Stay behind me I will slow her down."
shouts Volco, finding all his alchemical reagents in the sack. "Viridiana, the four cromatic crows, the three forms of aether, miragnesia, bloodfire and devil's silver, it's all here!"
He pockets all the reagents, then starts donning hastily his chainshirt. "Careful, I'll start slinging fire once she arrives, try to keep some distance!"
"Look at what i found, hee hee!", Narcizia spins a dagger with her left hand while she recovers the rest of her gear and puts her studded leather on. She then tried to hide close to the door, ready to get the jump on the doctor.
Seara readies her sword to swing as soon as the doctor walks through
The quizzical man keeps playing with his scalpel, but also keeps an eye on the door. Wait here, and make sure you use that thing properly, though I don't know how you plan to fight her with that.
Shrugging on his chain shirt, Tyrithe flinches at the sound of the doctor's shriek and hurriedly secures his quiver, flexing the bowstave and stringing it. Taking a deep breath, he says softly. "To answer the question, I don't know anything about her, but her face...it twisted there for a moment, did you see? There are countless tales of creatures from the Great Beyond able to conceal boundless evil in mortal guise. If she is such a creature, I fear all our weapons will avail us nothing. I maintain it would be better to flee."
Stepping into the tunnel a short distance, Tyrithe glances about with a sudden sharp purpose, willing the swirling lights to guide him towards something, anything, that could see them safely gone.
Grabbing his axe and feeling like a proper dwarf again Ungebrochen steps away from Volco and prepares a good line of movement to charge into the evil doctor.
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//edit// The Doctor flings open the metal door. She's got a 2 ft long bone saw in her left hand and a cartoonishly large syringe in her right, which glows with a green liquid.
Volco tosses the scalpel but he's never tossed a scalpel before . The thin "women" dodges, and the scalpel chatters onto the floor behind her.
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surprise round
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-->Seara 21
-->Volreg 18
-->Winnova 14
-->Ungebrochen 16
-->Tyrithe 9
Volco 8
-->Narcizia 5
MONSTERS!
Yelping slightly, Volreg takes a few steps back, keeping his hand on the scalpel. "No, bad lady is back! No hurt me please!" he cries out.
Seara will Continue to hold, awaiting for the doctor to get closer before she swings. She doesn't want to be trapped in the narrow corridor.
"This woman is truly mad, her disregard is terrifying"
Winnova loads her crossbow, not wanting to get into melee range with the crazy lady.