I hate you (Attn: Cabal with No Name)

[jamie]

Standing there in a flannel shirt overtop a henley with the left-hand sleeves of both snipped off and his body covered in his blood and the blood and guts of Reality knows how many other people, Sepúlveda isn't going to win any points for fashion sense himself.

The Etherite strides over to the nearest empty table with an irate sense of purpose, slamming down the black bag and throwing it open. Out of it he takes an antiquated chemistry set the two of them have seen him use at least twice each.

"'We.' Now he wants to 'we.'"

Something something cake. Doc rummages around a moment longer and then removes what looks like a mutant Geiger counter. He twists a dial and slowly sweeps the room with it, hitting first Will then Margot then Ned before twisting the dial another three clicks and aiming it square at Margot. Whatever the screen tells him he keeps to himself.

"Stupid fucking Hermetics," he says under his breath, throwing the device back in his bag and mixing together vials that turn colors. Pink and blue are supposed to make purple. Pink and blue in his chemistry set turns green. "Ought to have stuffed him in a bag and dropped him in the river but noooo, no no no, we have to keep him saaaaafe..."

Into a syringe goes the goop. He kneels beside the couch and takes Will's pulse at the radial artery before manhandling his shirt until he finds a good muscle to inject into. It's going to have to be his deltoid. He's not fucking with the kid's glutes right this second.

"... because we do soooooo well traveling in a fucking cabal, let's just collect every stray we find on the fucking--"

The second the last drop of green stuff disappears into Will's back, two things happen.

First, the worst of his injuries heal themselves. Not the ones produced by Paradox. Those are illusory and cannot be helped by medicine anyway. He at least won't die in his sleep.

Second, the unseen pendulum that tallies up a man's vulgar choices swings back in the opposite direction, socking Sepúlveda so hard it cracks him in the jaw and sends him sprawling on the floor beside the couch, still conscious in the loosest sense of the word.


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Doc @ 5:06PM
[corr 1/life 1: TRIAGE. literally scanning the room to see who's the most fucked up he's super fucking lazy.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (4, 4, 8) ( success x 3 )
Doc @ 5:07PM
[mind 1 scan on margot while he's at it he doesn't have empathy and she has a tendency of freaking out]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (2, 3, 9) ( success x 1 )
Doc @ 5:07PM
[oh my god are you serious +1 diff for extending]
Roll: 3 d10 TN5 (5, 7, 8) ( success x 3 )
Doc @ 5:09PM
[life 3: ugh why tf isn't ned doing this he's the one who wanted to bring will into the house and he can't even take care of him properly beh beh beh beh beh beh beh -1 for using his personal focus or whatever tf it's called]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (5, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )
Doc @ 5:10PM
[extending, +1 diff]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (1, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
Doc @ 5:10PM
[okay that's it party's over ned can just heal like a big boy and he can't do anything for margot]
Witness for realz though @ 5:11PM
(Witnesssseeeeedddd)

AND THEN THIS HAPPENED

Denver @ 5:17PM
Speak "Dedicated Dicing Den" and enter, Witnessing the backlassshhhh.
Doc @ 5:17PM
WHEEEEEEOOOOOOOO
Roll: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10) ( success x 5 )
Doc @ 5:17PM
-_-
Doc @ 5:18PM
SOAK IT DOC FUCK
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (5, 5, 6) ( success x 1 )
Witnessing the backlassshhhh @ 5:26PM
Witnesseedddd