The boy Alia had told to rush to Dr. Ivan Mottoni's office only half understood the urgency and the directions. He took the veil and ran in the direction she pointed. For a little while. Once he got halfway there he started wandering, fiddling with the veil. He didn't know where this office was exactly, and he was too young to really search, so he did what he did with his sister when he was mad: started yelling.

"DR. MOTTONIIIIII! DR. IIIVAAAAN! DR. IVAN MOTOOOONIIII!"

Luckily he wasn't far. In fact, the child was practically outside his front door.

Fion awoke pissed as hell and dangling from Bear's shoulder.

"Let me down." She gritted out, about ready to kick someone in the teeth. "I am going to be sick."

Bear put Fion down quickly but gently. "Sorry Fion, I wanted to get you out of that mess." He said.

He looked around for Quinn, he hadn't seen him since he'd whistled for him. Hopefully his friend was on his heels.

Drip.





Drip.

The tap in Ivan's examination room had recently developed the irritating habit of dripping at an interval of thirty or so seconds. The droplets landed obnoxiously on a flat copper sink, which was green around the drain with water fatigue.
Ivan's head was hurting from an Ill advised drug fueled research spree the night before. The meeting with Alia and Poe had rekindled a will to explore and learn, and Ivan was now in a position to test out a new procedure, informed by the combined wisdom in his now properly compiled notes on opium extraction. The price of inspiration in this case was an entire bottle of Dorhaven single malt scotch and a full eighth of an ounce of poppy. Church bells chimed in his head.

Ivan looked at his notes, with a pained scowl. Every twenty seconds his eyes flicked up, and were tranfixed by the growing droplet. It peeked out, reached adolesence, grew fat, and finally broke loose under its own exaggerated weight. Ivan had only hatred for the drops.

Drip.



Ivan groaned, but got to his feet. If it really was an emergency, then he could forgive the abrasive tenor plea.
If not, there would be all hell to pay.

The streets were mostly empty; people were throwing themselves into their homes, terrified of the black ominous sky. Oh Alioe will I make it in time to warn him oh goddess what can I do I should help these people myself, no the doctor can do it better oh goddess oh Alioe please! Ilithyia bit her lip as old bruises and sores were strained even worse, and for some reason she was finding herself tripping on uneaven ground. Her feet didn't hurt, so she didn't take the time to look down, however she should have realized her feet didn't feel at all.

Passing injured men and woman left and right as the began making her way farther from the square, she called out behind her with what breath the had, "Theres a doctor and a healer on Friar Road! Get emergency injuroes there as fast as you can!" She was yelling and running, using everything she had to get to the Doctors. By the time she hears the little boy yelling and saw a man come to the door, she was exhausted. Stopping, she found it was hard to walk because she was shaking so badly.

"Are... are you the doctor?" She wheezed out, clutching her stomach, urgency bright in her eyes. "People... on their way... so many people." She was gasping it out, barely thinking about wat she was saying, tears of exertion running down her face. "You... you have to help them!"

Khymarah didn't want to think about what just filled the sky. How much power...how...she blinked. It was getting hard to walk. Looking up, she realised they were on Friar Road.



Part of her relaxed. Thank Alioe Fion was awake, she didn't know if she could function without her. There was a child yelling for the doctor in the street and a blur or a woman ran past her to the doctors door. She was speaking breathlessly and urgently to him. Black spots swam around in her vision and she was feeling more and more lightheaded. She put a hand to her head as they got closer to the door, noticing they were trembling. Her shoulder and hand hurt, her face heart and her mind was like tar. But they were nearly there.

One moment Ivan was squinting at a panicked boy, the next, a ragged seventen woman staggering his way. He felt his first inkling that this was the trickle preceeding the flood, and then he saw the sky.

No...

He looked back down to the seventen. She looked exhausted, shell shocked and...was that smoke coiling off her feet?

Urgently, he said, "I'm the doctor yes! What's happened? Are you alright?"

She was now near enough for him to see her feet. The boots were melted through and producing a horrific black rubber smoke, and the rising smell of rotting pork confirmed that she had sustained severe burning to the flesh of her feet.

"Gods! Your feet!"

She looked at him like he was crazy. "My feet are fine, worry about the oth... oh Alioe." She look down and saw the mess of what was supposed to be her uniform boots. Was that... yes, that was them melting, the soles steaming and the cloth burnt away. She could see her toes, puss oozing from weeping, ugly sores, and lots of black flesh. The sight should have made her sick, but she felt oddly disconnected. Disgusting shape they're in.

Looking up from herself, Ilithyia noticed the other people around her, some of them with awful, terrible burns far worse than she concidered hers to be. Managing to stand upright, she looked to the doctor, and after a moment, a firm, insane resolve etched it's way across her features.

"Get you room ready, doctor." She turned away from him, limping drastically, pointing confused faces towards the human. Her feet really were starting to hurt, now that she'd seen them, but she was an officer of the law. "Please make yourselves orderly, the worst at the front." Looking around, she saw a familiar face, that of the seamstress. She tried to step towards her, but finally, her abused body gave up and she fell to her hands and knees, reaching out towards the woman and her companions. "Fion! Thank Alioe your alright..."

"You, girl, what is your name? Have you ever administrated an emergency room? You're in no fit state!"

Ivan had no patience or time to quarrel with her - more were coming. Gods the street was full of the wounded. He took just a second to absorb the scene. Most seemed to be various degrees of burns to the limbs and torso, though there were plenty of deep stab wounds, and some projectiles, from the looks of the lodged shafts and fragments.

Ivan barged the surgery doors open and slammed on the holding latches to keep them open. After they clicked into place he whirled back to the boy.

"You! you're going to help me. Round the side of this building is a stack of buckets, and a hand pump for water. Bring the buckets to me, and then work the pump until I tell you to stop. Do as I say!"

Ivan practically threw the boy towards the alley. He would need to apply cold water to all of these burns first to stop swelling and prevent further tissue damage, before disinfection and bandaging.

Ivan whirled around again.
He yelled, "Bring the critical inside! Do not touch your burns! Do not attempt to remove any arrows or blades! I need any uninjured to assit me!"

What happened? It looks like a massacre...is this another Dorhaven?



His attention snapped back to the seventen woman. His stomach turned.

Fion is caught up in all this?!

Then Ivan saw the seamstress, lugged along by an enormous man, seemingly unhurt, and Khymarah with them.

Khymarah!

Mue jogged up to the crowd clutching the wound on her arm with Tonan close by, she had fought free of his grasp several alleyways ago, and had continued the rest of the way on foot. Her little struggle, however, had caused them both to lose sight of Khymarah and the group.

The scene was horrific, people with all kinds of injuries were swarming to one certain building, presumably the doctors. The groans and cries of agony the people were emitting was torture to the ears.
Over the groans and cries came a loud, demanding voice, quite clearly wanting to take control of the situation.

Mue recognized the voice as Ivan, the man who had given her a letter to deliver a few days ago. She turned to Tonan.
"Come on." She said simply, before pushing her way through the crowd, wincing as her arm brushed against a mans back; the cut wasn't particularly deep, but it was a nasty scratch that refused to stop bleeding.

Once clear of the majority of the crowd, Mue called out to Ivan. "We're okay to help! What do you need us to do?" Mue was still clutching her wounded arm, hopefully it wouldn't cause too much trouble for her until this was over.

However, she pulled herself to her feet and managed to stand, repeating the doctor's orders. "Critical... inside. Everyone else, wait for orders. Time is of the essence!" Please, Alioe, let them listen! She pulled herself away from the people, and oozed her way to the doctor, leaning on the wall to keep herself upright. As he passed, she grabbed his shoulder, face scruntched with pain. But he has to know.

"There was a riot, lots of people and lots of fighting. Some... idiot cast magma, don't know when or who. It went everywhere." Ilithyia spoke through her teeth, biting back the pain. "Alia said she was coming, and should be here soon followed by a cart load of injured." She gasped as someone knocked into her and she slid on her mangled feet, biting the inside of her mouth til it bled.

"Get me some bandages, so I can fix myself up, and I can start to help you. I don't know for how long, but I can at least try." In fact, she wondered if she could focus long enough to cast at all, but she had to, had to try.

Khymarah looked up at the sound of the doctors voice, if she wasn't so muddled and hurt, she would have marveled at how he took control. Relief flooded through her again. Now, she felt her friends would be safe. If she could just get in and sit down for a moment, she could maybe help.



She saw the recognition in his eyes and nodded once, fighting off the oncoming dizziness.Only a bit further and she could sit, she concentrated on the latched doors.

"Tito, I'll be okay." She said weakly, removing her arm from his grasp and walking behind Fion and Bear, confident she could make it inside and sit down.

Ivan was about to call to his approaching friends when he was distracted by a much nearer stimulus.

Mue?

At this point though, the coincidence didn't register as so strange, or significant, or relevant. Ivan responded swiftly.

"Let me see that...sorry Mue, no dice. You're a patient now. You, lad!"

He gestured to Tonan.

"Inside, left cabinet, middle shelf. Bandages and tourniquets in a tub. Bring the tub. On top of the cabinet are spirits, bring them all out."

He paused, and scanned the street. It was bedlam.

"And start taking the furniture out! Bring the table here!"

Ivan spoke again to Mue.
"How long have you been bleeding like that? Are your hands clean? Put pressure on it!"

Ivan squeezed the wound hard to demonstrate.

He looked back to his friends, who were hindered by a compressing of the crowd.



Ivan froze.
Riots? Was this Alstair's doing?



That was a bittersweet piece of information. A magical healer would be indispensable right now, but a cartload...Ivan seriously doubted he'd be able to treat this many people in time, even with assistance. The longer it took, the more chance there was of infection, and with numbers like these, it was less a matter of chance and more a matter of statistics.

Dr Mottoni entered full desert warfare mode.



"You're a fool!"

Ivan crouched and hugged her thighs, then stood up and tipped her so she flopped onto his back. He paced into the surgery and turned her down heavily into one of the waiting room sofas, ensuring her feet were hanging clear in the air, propped up under her calves by the armrest. They were a mess.

"You're no use to me right now! If you can cast, work on those."
He pointed to her feet,
"I will have need for your magic soon. Collect yourself."
He sped back outside.

"Gah!" This is the third time in three days I have been forced bodily from my feet, and none of it is romantic in the least. Ilithyia was in no state to disagree, however, and was deposited roughly on the couch without complaint. She watched Ivan walk away, and finally began to focus on her feet. Oh great goddess Alioe, I have need of you again. In order to do all the good I might, I have to be fit enough to help. Please, lend me your strength and compassion, and let the mona know how dire my need is. As a girl, Ilyia had felt foolish for praying to Alioe instead of the mona. Now, however, she was grateful for a name and belief that hadn't been there before.

Looking at the mess of her feet, Ilithyia picked out the worst of the rubber and rocks, gasping and moaning like a wounded animal everytime she touched the horridly damaged skin. Casting Immunity, for fear that Anesthetic would slow her down too much, she pronounced each syllable of monite with precision and pleading grace. If successful, she would follow that spell with a Heal Tissue, and finally Adrenaline. Oh sweet mona, please please hear me.

((this spell and the other one will be my only mod in this thread, the rest is upto j-dizzle))

The mona danced around the girl, eager to help. They were just as panicked about the whole situation as Iliythia and responded as soon as she finished casting. The Seventen tasted a lightly bitter, slightly alcoholic taste and then a rush through her body. She felt stronger and slightly refreshed.

She felt the mona rush through her, livening up her spirit and making her feel much more alert. Thanks be to Alioe, for in her grace go I. Swallowing the bitter taste but delighting in it nonetheless, Ilithyia smiled, happy tears filling her eyes. Taking a breath, she hurdled on into the next spell, voice hopeful and strong. Her heart sang with the joy of the mona, her desire to help all without prejudice, and her secret fear of failure.

A tingling began in her feet and a slight blue glow radiated from the wounds, then there was excruciating pain as flesh mended itself and blood flow returned to newly grown parts. With a bright flare, the healing was complete. Her feet were dirty, but intact.

Before she disappeared, he qucikly made a light touch on Mue's shoulder, as to not lose her in the crowd.

Once inside the building, Mue was quickly made a fuss of.


Tonan's mind took some time to absorb the information. "Holy crap! he grabbed a tub and ran to the cabinet, he poured all the bandages into the tub with his arm, and did the same with the tourniquets.
Looking up, he saw he spirits. he carefully pulled them down and placed them precariously in the tub. Then he placed the tub on the table and dragged it towards Ivan.

"There you go, I'll get to shifting your furniture!"
This is going to be interesting, the crowd isnt going to be nice enough to let me out easily. Ah well

He grabbed the nearest furniture, lifted it over his head, surprised at how light it was and staggered towards the door, shouting "Outta' the way!"

(( very cool so far guys Just gonna wait for Fi and Vik to catch up, and we'll have ourselves a bloodbath. Yeehaw! I'll look for appropriate music. Hold posting till everyone's up to date. ))

Tito nodded and allowed Khymarah to disentangle herself from him. He heard someone inside say something about those that were uninjured to help, but he had other plans. With eyes that said "sorry", the wick turned away and began walking back the way they had come. "I'd love to stay, but I have to see what's going on back at the square. There are definitely still people that need help." The disreputable man glanced to at the woman for a moment. "They may be idiots, but they're still my brothers."

With a wink to Khymarah, Tito was off like an arrow. A wick's gotta do what a wick's gotta do.

((Beware of the crap post, it tries not to bog things down but fails.))

Fion slipped off Bear's shoulder and promptly vomited in a nearby bush.

"Thanks Bear," She said, wiping her face on a handkerchief, "I appreciate it."

Fion looked about at the chaos.

"Hey, want to help me try to get people into lines here?" Fion sifted through the crowd, shifting people closer to walls and speaking calmly.

She nodded at Ilyia when she saw her but kept moving. She soon spotted Khymarah, wavering slightly in the afternoon breeze.

"Khy, how are you holding up?" Fion said, arm already around the other woman supportively.

Fion turned to Ivan. "Doctor Mottoni, is there anything I can do to help?"

Alia arrived at the doctor's and found all the people from the scene had made it to his office while she had run to the cart for some extra supplies. Her arms loaded she looked through the crowd and finally fed up used her ventriloquism to project her voice loudly.

"Move! Healer coming through! Move now!"

After making her way to the door of the office she looked for Ivan and found him directing people. She walked past him into his office and put her supplies on the table in the front room. Turning back to the door she went up to Ivan and calmly spoke.

"Looks like you got alot on your hands doc. If you like, I will heal the worst to a point you can take them from me with my spells. We can have the girl there directing traffic to do triage and direction she has healing skills as well, if you will have my help. My magic will only last as long as I can channel so we mus'nt waste it on the trivial. When I cant work spells any longer I will help you in surgery. I brought more supplies and Poe will be bringing my cart to park out back for more room for injured and supplies. I spent the last hour at the scene and there is worse coming our way. Illyia the golly over there gave me a boost of Adrenaline to spur my healing for longer so let's make the best of it. Whatcha say doc, Like Mugroba all over again eh? We got's work to be done. Just let me know where you want me."

She gave him a tired look and smiled. Her mind was already working on overdrive looking over the injured and ordering them in her mind per the severity of the injuries each had.

The redhead smiled at Fion thankful and with obvious relief. She felt so cold and her head was muddled, but she knew enough to hug Fion.

"I'm alright I think, I just need to sit down." She said softly, feeling like a liar, but not wanting to cause anymore of a fuss. If she could just take a moment, she could probably heal herself.



Khymarah was getting the black blotches more frequently now. She frowned and focused hard on the doctor...whom...what was she doing? Oh yes.

"I just need to go and sit down." She mumbled, turning away from Ivan to walk inside, thankful for Fion's support. Stepping over the thresh hold, she moved towards a chair...and...then....

The shock and pain finally won. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted, slumping into Fion.

The young messenger boy watched the wounded filter in, and the doctor run about... there were wicks and humans... Oh, and there was the veil lady who had sent him... It was all rather frightening, only slightly interesting, and the doctor seemed to be aware of the situation, anyway, so he draped the veil over a nearby fencepost and skittered off.

((Wow, guys, sorry I missed all this. Christmas dorm decorating was intense. I'll have to post pics for you... Thanks for covering, Amum!))

Ilithyia felt the fatigue of casting settle on her shoulders, and decided that she really couldn't afford Adrenaline. Wiggling her newly healed toes, she marveled at the loveliness of the mona. I have been entirely too focused on the world. I forget the mystifying greatness of the miraculous. Standing, she looked around the building at all the wounded, all the injured, that were amassing. As much as she wanted heal everyone, she realized she had better let the doctor direct her powers elsewhere.

Carefully wading though people, and mindful of her still stingingly new feet, Ilithyia could feel more than just spell exhaustion settle over her. for the past two hours she had been constantly running, casting and over all being panicked. Looking longingly at the couch, she wanted to sag back onto it's comfortable cushions. In order to forestall this, Ilithyia stormed out of the house, looking for the doctor, keeping the people organized and calm as best she could. Ilithyia was also keeping an eye out for shoes of her massive foot size.