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system shock 2 - marie delacroix

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[After such a busy weekend... It seems someone has been left behind. The voice is a woman's, she bears a distinct accent. She is speaking rapidly in an adrenaline fueled anger that has the softest tinge of hysteria to it. The last thing she remembered was being cornered by the annelids, their grotesque song and their fangs and claws.]

Whatever zhis is, I am taking no part in your ridiculous games. Zhe Many could not take me, and you, SHODAN, will have no better luck. They 'ave killed me once already, but I will continue to defy you and all you call your children so long as I 'ave zhe thoughts to turn against you.

Glory to mankind, goddess. You will always be weak to us.

Now, release me from zhis pathetic simulation, you 'ave no right to call up my ghost for your amusement, you... crazed circuit board...

[All the energy fades from her voice by the end. Finally she murmurs, voice strained,]

Merde ... Vous avez même laissé me saigner dans cette illusion ...

DELACROIX to VOID: 11-07-2114 re: Bleeding Out

this is delacroix of the von braun. immediate response required.

soldier respond. respond.

do not be dead.

[[ooc; action is quite welcome, although if we don't want to goldfish bowl (which I, personally, don't mind) it will have to be first come, first serve. but really. all your cr, give it to me. hover french text for translation.]]

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[He doesn't take it personally, and after hearing description, he increases his speed, moving as fast as he can--which is quite swiftly, considering his abilities.

As he does so, it's more difficult to keep up communication, but speed is the more important factor here.

He slows only when he arrives at the barn. As she is within viewing distance of the barn and behind trees, that narrows his search area, and with his enhanced senses, he's able to locate her easily. He identifies himself again as he approaches, with his usual military formality:]

Delacroix. I am Sephiroth, of SOLDIER. I am here to assist you.

[Unfortunately, Marie does not answer him. Curled into a ball in the snow, the woman is surrounded by a bloom of red. There is wet blood in her hair, her engineering jumpsuit in shreds across her body, torn and burned in other places.

She had stayed awake as long as she could.]

[He realizes soon enough that she's unconscious, when she doesn't respond. He remains calm. He's used to dealing with people injured by monsters, some of them much more badly injured than she is now.

First things first: he casts a powerful Cure spell on her, stopping the bleeding, healing the torn skin, the magic working on the worst of her injuries.

Materia and magic, however, are not true cure-alls, which is why they have doctors in his world, not just magic users. He knows he should take her to a trained medical professional as soon as possible. He kneels beside her in the snow, then, without hesitation, removes his leather coat and wraps her in it. He's not currently wearing his pauldrons, and this leaves him shirtless, but he's resistant to the cold, so he doesn't mind.

It's safe enough to move her now, so he lifts her carefully, wrapped in the coat. He knows where the hospital is, and he heads there at once. He's somewhat slowed by carrying her in his arms, but he's still much faster than any normal human, teleporting his way to the hospital in increments, not slowing his pace until he arrives at his desination and passes through the hospital doors with a brisk, steady stride.]

[The sensation of movement is a nagging one, the oddity of teleportation repeated several times in a row. Marie is all nerves, strung too tight after days without a moment's rest, after fighting so hard, after falling so inevitably. Her mind scrabbles upwards, intent to keep fighting, no matter what the cost. If she had energy to spare, she had energy to burn, and at the moment her most important task was to stay awake. Clearly concussed and drained of blood, there was only one place for sleep to lead her.

She stirs sluggishly under the hospital lights, realizing someone is carrying her in their arms. She is almost relieved until she sees the being in question. Some sylph-faced thing with oddly colored hair and burning green eyes.

Her mind jumps to conclusions. A poor state for a scientist to find herself in, but she has put away that role in some ways. She needed to be a survivor instead. Even swaddled in his coat, she can feet her pistol pressing against her leg. It's all she's thinking about as the alien begins to hand her off to the medical staff. As soon as there is enough room for her arms to move, she's wrenched the gun free of its holster, lifting it in shaking hands,]

Get back!

[She has not survived this long by being frightened to shoot at others, even her crew mates in their new mutated misery. They had begged her to. They had begged her to run as well.

Marie pulls the trigger, and in her weak grip that's all she manages before the weapon starts to slip from her hands.]

[He isn't expecting her action, though his reflexes are so quick that he doesn't need to expect something in order to react to it. Bullets are rarely effective against SOLDIERS, especially when fired singly.

He's wearing no armor. He could draw his sword or take some other action to reflect the bullet, but there are so many people in this public place that it would put bystanders in danger if he did so, and he certainly doesn't want to reflect it back at her, as he would do in a battle against an enemy.

She's badly injured, and she was recently attacked; she's likely in shock and not thinking clearly.

Sephiroth simply shifts out of the way, hoping the bullet won't hit anyone. If it does, he'll heal or revive them.

[If it's that simple perhaps the hospital should consider a SOLDIER hiring strategy. The doctor drawing to a halt by Sephiroth's shoulder isn't quite so blase about the realities of gunshot wounds and, although he's quick to react, the speed isn't preternatural.

And this is the second time he's failed to stop a shooting he only just saw coming. Later, the image will become muddled with a desperate man being beaten by foreign security. Now there's no more time than to curse and throw himself sideways, the bullet barely skimming his arm by luck more than design. He turns to follow its trajectory while the world goes quiet.

The hospital is down one shatterproof screen (the girl at the nurse's station is screaming, he can see her but he can't hear anything but the echo of the shot and even that should have been louder, it doesn't sound like he remembers from when-)]

Ativan. Help me get her arms down. Push four milligrams Ativan and get this out of here.

[Somehow the pistol is in his hands now, Marie is being held down to the trolley by staff with faces as washed pale as his is and her pistol is in his hands.]

You, too. [To Sephiroth. The pistol is in his hands and he has to hand it off somewhere - security. Security are arriving, on a twenty second delay from having been over by the doors, but he can pass the gun off now.] Any weapons on you, get them out of here. Now. This is a hospital.

Edited 2012-01-31 00:25 (UTC)

[Marie does not know what sort of annelid that creature is, but it is powerful and it is dangerous. She struggles against the staff, she may be healed and she may not notice as much, but she is still exhausted. She doesn't get far, and she certainly can't stop them from sedating her.

She had already been mostly unconscious as she was carried here, the burst of adrenaline is something but...

No, she's going down.]

[Where hiring is concerned, Chase probably wouldn't approve of the unethical experiments that had been performed on Sephiroth against his will and made him able to deal with bullets with such ease.

He'd been about to disarm the woman himself, but the City has limited his powers and slowed him somewhat. He nods toward the doctor, admiring his speed and resourcefulness.

Then, as he had planned, he casts a Cure spell on Chase's arm, where the bullet grazed him. The magic, green and bright, flares and then dies. It works on the slight wound easily, healing the torn skin.]

Of course. [He nods.] When I found her, I did not disarm. My priority was bringing her here to be treated without delay. I apologize for not having had the foresight to remove her weapon. [As they had established contact, he had not expected her to attack him, and he had not wished to deprive her of any of her possessions. Perhaps he wasn't thinking as clearly as he should have been; the ticking tends to unnerve him.] I have healed her wounds to the best of my ability, but I'm not sure what else she may be suffering from.

[He nods toward security as well, just as politely.] I don't wish to cause a disturbance. I will depart.

[Chase might not advocate for genetically engineering supersoldiers on a personal basis, but what's done is done and the corona of light that fills in the graze on his arm - perhaps unnecessary but he'll be grateful when he has to use it - at least ensures that he'll want to add Sephiroth's name to the hospital's roster of contactable magic users. He set it up himself, never one to turn away a resource.

Or continue to yell at one that isn't presenting itself as a threat.]

Hold on. [He found her? If the injuries matched up it would barely need asking.] Do you know her name?

[It's true, he is very useful, in a variety of ways, and he enjoys being useful, not to mention having his time occupied. The experiments might not be the sole reason he's something of a workaholic, but they certainly didn't subtract from that proclivity.

Chase's wound was not severe, but it was Sephiroth's mistake, having left the woman with her weapon. It was not that he never made mistakes, but once made, he did what was necessary to correct them.

He doesn't turn to go yet, as he's asked to stay.]

She identified herself as Delacroix. She was attacked by creatures of some kind before her arrival. By the time I reached her, she was no longer conscious, so I have no further information.

And you healed her wounds?

[He can't pause for the obvious answer - instructions are called for the widest spectrum antivenin the hospital can offer - still a narrow range when asked to encompass alien toxins. If it's in her blood, would that be healed too, or still festering? Pulse-ox measurements are taken, he lifts her eyelids and tests pupil response.]

She might have been poisoned. Would whatever you do heal that?

She didn't mention that to me. [He frowns.] No, the spell would have little effect on the poison. [He doesn't explain why. The technical explanation is superfluous at this point.]

However, this might help. [He did have some supplies on him when he came here, and he quickly hands over an antidote.] An antidote. Often used in my world to treat poisoning.

I don't use anything I haven't seen sequenced under a microscope.

[But he goes to pocket the offering anyway. The hospital has its own supplies of antivenin, if necessary they'll work through those. Codes of practice, even here, don't allow the use of something untested except as a last resort.

Chase can't devote much more time to dividing his attentions this way.]

I'd like to talk to you. Could you leave some details-

[A gesture. The girl by the shattered glass is still shaken, but the screaming cut out a while ago.]

In my world, it neutralizes most known toxins and venoms, but I understand your caution. Studying it might be of use to you. [The hospital seems rather well run. He hopes they'll have something capable of treating her. The almost magical nature of the antidote is something people rely on his world.]

I'll do so, and I'll pay for any damages. [He's used to standing out, or being stared at, so it doesn't particularly bother him that some of the others standing here are watching him so closely. Being shot at also left little impact on him, though he'd have preferred to have avoided that particular incident.

He doesn't wish to disturb the hospital staff further, so he does as requested.]

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