Hearing the hooded person's question, as well as her worried tone, Eisen decides to listen, while sizing her up. That hood made the other person seem suspicious to an extent. Mustering a bit of courage, she replies calmly but with a hint of worry. "I'm afraid we don't own this place. Both of us just got here."
Eisen flashes and shows her Android phone but holds it tightly with three fingers, not wanting to risk it getting stolen. "However, I do have a phone, and reception's working. What's the situation?" she asks, not knowing what Kit had said about an injured person earlier.
edited 16th Jun '16 7:20:46 PM by ironcommando
...ehehMikaela takes note of the awkward silence and opens her mouth to say something, but she suddenly stares at the quilt thrown at Emily's direction. She would go check, but is greeted by the young man offering aid. "Ah, hello sir", she says, a bit of formality in her tone, "I'm sorry, but my clientele prefer to be private on their matters. How do you intend to help us, though?"
*By this time, it seems Deltora has disappeared again, to go off exploring the mansion. Her footsteps can be heard, rather heavy on the floor due to her equipment. Her eyes flicker around as she takes a look at everything that might be in sight, noting it down just in case.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.Alexa sighs as she answers Aquarius' question. She looks deeply ashamed of herself.
"My sister's arm...that I chopped right off after I got this gauntlet stuck to my arm and the sword that came with it..."
She gestures to the sword on her back and the gauntlet on her right arm.
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015Kit's mismatched eyes light up when she sees the phone. "You have a phone? That's great. You see, there's this woman out in the woods. She seems to have lost an arm and there's a lot of blood. I came here..." So they wouldn't find out that you're a monster. "...t-to see if I could get some help." The girl with the phone doesn't seem to trust Kit, but she hopes she can at least get her to call for help.
edited 16th Jun '16 7:22:45 PM by Morgikit
In the bushes, the girl raises her eyebrows. ...What? What the hell? Who would even... Why? Who would chop off their own sister's arm? And who would tell a total stranger that they chopped off their sister's arm? Why is this dude not concerned about that? Am I the only one that seems to be bothered by this? This is some seriously weird shit I have woken up to today...
edited 16th Jun '16 7:29:34 PM by Inceptiond
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.Erika nods, as though she was taking in information for now. "I see. Losing an arm's no small loss, if I say so myself." She admits, shuddering. "As for if I'm the owner of this manor, I am not, long story short, but for now, I suppose I'll leave you all to handle the more urgent matter. If you all need me, I'll be at the stairs." After making the statement, she heads for the stairs, only to realize that sitting's not necessarily as simple as it is with a serpentine body, choosing as an alternative to that, to coil up near the base of the stairs for now, emitting a hiss of a sigh.
Hearing Kit's words, Eisen's initial mistrust goes out of the window and into a state of worry. "Oh my gosh! How did that even happen?!"
Immediately, the phone' dialing app and keypad turn on without Eisen touching the screen, the numbers 911 are automatically dialed, and an emergency call is sent. "No time to lose, I'm getting the ambulance ready."
Now to wait for the phone to be picked up. Hopefully the GPS would track the location of the call.
"Are there any first aid kit inside the mansion?" Eisen's worried tone continues as she waits for emergency service response.
edited 16th Jun '16 7:34:05 PM by ironcommando
...ehehKit has been too distracted until to realize she was being listened to by some kind of...snake...person? She nervously watches her slither away. There'll be time to worry about that later, I guess.
"First aid? I...I can look around..." She starts to run around the mansion to see if she can find something useful.
edited 16th Jun '16 7:40:28 PM by Morgikit
She... cut off her own sister's arm?!.. I feel like this should provoke more of a reaction than what they're giving... Why were they so nonchalant before?! Daydre's outward expression remains largely the same throughout his train of thought. The only evidence of his apparent shock was a slight widening of the eyes.
edited 16th Jun '16 7:39:23 PM by Daydre
we will survive."...I've a couple of first aid supplies in my pack. Bandages, ointments, alcohol, painkillers, and so on. This seems rather serious though..." The adventurer said with a serious look on her face, cautiously taking out the resulting supplies from her pack in a white plastic box with the eponymous red cross emblazoned upon its cover. "If someone were to know where the victim is, I can hand over this kit and it would greatly help in prolonged exposure to life."
edited 16th Jun '16 7:50:50 PM by Makaioh
Kit found herself wandering through the house and right into the kitchen. the first thing that hit her about the kitchen is how well prepared it is for any sort of activity. Smaller stations have been placed on the back wall for personal meals, while large tables, ovens, stoves, and other appliances suited for bigger engagements sit at the ready. the steel tables go well with the grey brick masonry of the walls, and the entire room has an air of readiness, as if every appliance was itself waiting to be used in some grand feast or party. The back wall of the kitchen is heavy steel, set with a large locked door and a temperature gauge.
Thankfully, a large medical kit was situated on the wall , slotted in place for easy removal.
Deltora, on the other hand, found herself in what could only be a ballroom. in classic design, the ballroom is well lit, a central chandelier made of glass and crystal throwing a brilliant light into all areas of the hall. the main floor is well suited for dancing, as it should be, and has been kept up fairly well over however many years it has seen dances, masquerades, and other events. chairs and small, two person tables line the walls in order to let any dancers have a reprieve if they so wish.
"Eisen's" call was picked up almost immediately.
"911, please state the nature of your emergency."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]"I'd appreciate help in this, Asagami. I don't have much in medical experience." Eisen nods and shrugs as she worriedly replies to her partner as her phone makes a signal. The 911 call comes through, and Eisen frantically and worriedly responds, quickly holding the phone to her head "There's a woman in the woods here whose arm has been cut off! She's lost a lot of blood already... please help!"
She turns back to Tamaki, still worried, waiting for the 911 call response. "I'm not sure where our patient is, but that person in the hood from before can probably direct us."
...eheh*Upon wandering into the ballroom, Deltora takes a look around at the place, and is suitably awestruck due to having never really been in a ballroom-like place before. One of the main things that catches her attention is, naturally, the chandelier, what with the glass and crystal structure. She just stands there and stares, struggling to eventually tear herself away from the sight and turn to head back out the door...*
...Eh...
*Then, she stops. She turns, walking back into the room proper, curiosity taking hold of her. And then, she begins looking around, mostly to see if there's some sort of music player present.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.Eisen sees Kit returning, and she's relieved, but still worried and anxious for the wounded girl's safety. "Yes, I was able to get through. Quick, we need to know where the injured girl is, and get to her quickly! Hopefully the medics can arrive soon."
And then the emergency hotline asks Eisen a question that she would have difficulty answering. Because, a place like this seems to be in the middle of nowhere. Unless she can get her GPS coordinates, this would be a problem for the hotline.
"Oh... Let me check..."
Due to anxiety and worrying too much earlier, Eisen had forgot to check for GPS earlier. While Wifi and data roaming were completely shut, there's a chance that GPS could still be available. She activates her GPS on her Android phone to see where she is, hopefully trying to find out where they are so that the authorities can get there on time.
edited 16th Jun '16 8:20:53 PM by ironcommando
...ehehWhere many others had once started, a young man comes to on the cold ground, rubbing his eyes as he weakly stands up. Although he appears to have makeup on, the strange blue markings underneath his cerulean eyes don't smudge in the slightest. He's lean, probably about 5 ft 8 standing straight. You can tell this isn't his natural terrain, he's dressed in skinny jeans and a tank top with combat styles boots, a weird fashion statement, but nothing too trashy. He runs his hands through his messy hair, adjusting his ponytail in the process. He looks around, licking his finger and touching it to the wind.
Well this is certainly a change of scenery. One minute I'm smooth sailing on my way home and the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of nowhere. Sure hope I run into someone competent around here, it's been a while since I've see people.....Just hope there aren't any bears out here, I lost my bear repellent at the last port.
He starts walking down a path at random, looking at his surroundings with curiosity. Where was he, what was his purpose here? Perhaps there was adventure waiting in this strange new place? He could hear some voices not far off, but not well enough to make out anything comprehensible. He follows the noise to see what all the commotion is about.
edited 16th Jun '16 8:30:11 PM by BetaKatana
Fish are friends, not food. But seafood paella, now that is a totally different story."Shit," the young man swore. " I don't think I'm powerful enough to regrow an arm. Guess I'll have to settle with closing the stump. Now, let me concentrate..."
Carefully, he walked over to Emily, then stopping and extending his hand out towards her somewhat. Assuming whatever he was doing was working, Emily would feel the wound growing numb as an odd-looking rune appeared on the flesh,
◊ followed by the skin and muscle of the area slowly growing over the stump.

" ...Injuries?" the young man asked, raising his head towards the direction of the group. " Of what source? Perhaps I'd be able to fix it."