People may hear sound of multiple engines approaching the Garden from afar. Judging from the marking, it's SeeD along with some Estharian forces.
(@Turax) Hastur: Hmm... Slightly. He even knew my name, I think, and one of my priests. the Xanthous King. Didn't get to meet him properly. Not too close. What about him? A casualty?
(@Oliver) Hastur: Well, even a man of medicine might need to defend himself one day.
edited 12th Jan '17 1:10:59 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Eurybe: I couldn't understand that. I thought she was an enemy because she was helping him. Now she's gone, and she's never coming back... we don't have any kind of medic. We have lots of dumb muscle, like me, but we don't have anyone else that can help heal wounds. We lost maybe one of the most valuable people on the team, because of me, because I was angry. I was angry for a few minutes and the consequences of that are going to last forever. I'm not... I don't belong in this world, with these people. They are so advanced, so intelligent, I'm... I'm so primitive compared to them. I have nothing, but strength and a spear. I don't belong here, Quartz. The world is too... modern, too strange for a warrior like me. I'm lost, I'm scared, I don't know what to do...
Well, vehicles are still approaching the Garden, but they seem to rev engines up as they notice apparent damage.
(@Oliver) Hastur: So why are you so shocked then? Weren't you expecting to use the gun one day if you've been told you'd probably have to?
(@Turax) Hastur: ... ~seems dumbfounded by that~ What... So he was the one who caused the massacre? Friends riddled him with bullets, and he has... Who did he manage to get?
(@Oliver) Hastur: Hoping for the best, I take it? It's a pity it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. Hope you'll get over the initial shock.
(@Turax) Hastur: Well, will have to find this out some other way then. Keep me informed.
Upon seeing B-312, Hastur turns his upper body halfway so suddenly his spine snaps with wet crunch, then brings his lower body in line.
(@Six) Hastur: Wait, what?

Oliver: Yeah.
I joined a medical ship. Felt better helping people get stitched back together than taking them apart.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."