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Nellie King "Iron Head" | Interactions: Cole & Anselle @Ragamoofin | Location: Conference
Spotted lights. Twisted and blurring images. Distorted screams fading in and out, pounding away at her eardrums like rapid fire cannons. Everything hurt. Everything ached on an internalized level that even her numbed nerves couldn't ignore. Balance. It eluded her. Everything that could possibly feel right refused to come.
But she still held Cole close and swept the area with a hand poised. "It's okay... You're okay," she rasped after feeling the boy quiver in her grasp. The muted sobs had yet to dwindle and even when he hid his face into the charred plates of her stomach, he couldn't help catching glimpses of the dead bodies. There were so many of them. What if his...?
He burrowed back into Iron Head.
The metal clad hero whipped around with a snarl as someone touched down before her. She squinted as the being's glow nailed her in the eyes, worsening the headache and fatigue threatening to swallow her whole. Fucking Hell. Who was this? And yet, something familiar breached her nostrils. That scent; she fully recognized it. It'd be a damn shame for her to confuse it for anything else. This had to be the so-called "friend" Night Watcher had pointed out before the Conference went up in flames.
No matter.
Ignoring the inkling of logic banging at the back of her skull, she took a step back with Cole in tow and the muscles in her body tensed. The thinning rivers in her veins rumbled. The words she spat could tuck a lion's tale between his legs. "Not! Another! Step!" She couldn't hear a damn thing. Couldn't process the sentences spewing from this individual in possession of a system that twisted Nellie's olfactory senses into knots. No. Hell no. He couldn't have Cole. She would protect Millie with her life. She swore she would.
But she caught bits and pieces, putting them together like an incomplete puzzle that could be discerned with a squint and tilt of the head. Healing. This person could heal, apparently. The boy... "I-I..." She glanced down at Millie... Cole? Mills? N-no. No. That was Cole. This was Cole. Millie wasn't... She had never...
Nellie's heart shattered.
But she didn't show it. Bloodshot eyes scrutinized Anselle through the hairline cracks of her visor as her thoughts raged war. Even with the splash of clarity, the paranoia lingered. Taunted her. Go on. Let him go. You're so good at leaving behind your loved ones. This won't be any different. I didn't want to. Oh, yes you did. Just admit it. Things were... easier this way. Lessened the guilt a little for abandoning her in that toxic mansion-- Sh-she's okay. She's got mom and dad and... And who else? Dear ole Bek? The most trustworthy of them all? You selfish bitch. I did it for her! You ran away. Like a scared little monster. So heartless. Perhaps it is better this way. Perhaps it's better that you just... let... the boy... go.
Shakily, Nellie released Cole. The mute boy gazed up at her, the confusion heavy in his visage.
Before you ruin his life too.
She signed "Hero" once more before gently turning him around by the shoulders to face Anselle. "Yeah. Just... Heal him," she said, the life completely void from her voice. Distant.
It's better this way...
At first, Cole hesitated to leave her side and approach the glowing super, but a few more encouraging nudges from Iron Head lead him to shuffling up to Synergizer. A few scrapes and cuts were found on his hands and legs, along with some grime covering his face. Other than that, he didn't sustain anything major. As he received healing, Iron Head watched every move. Every flicker of energy. Her body frozen in place like a foreboding statue that would lash out the moment Anselle breathed suspiciously.
After this, she would help find Cole's mother.
And after that? She had no clue... perhaps collapse and pray that no one took that as an opening to end her then and there.
Benny Law "Echo" | Interactions: Amy @Elle Joyner & Civilians | Location: Conference
Oh--sweet! More help was showing up! That was good to see. Benny was kinda worried that a lot more peeps were going to die at the rate they were bleeding out. Some had less than a minute under their belt. While lots and lots more had a little less than that. But hey, there was also the rest who escaped or scraped by with minimal injuries.
So yeah, hooray for ambulances!
Oh, wait. Amy was calling him.
He jogged over at her beck and call, and nodded as she asked for assistance with the grizzly man. "Kay! I can probably, like, jump 'em on over to a hospital or something? Wait where's the nearest hospital? Do you have a map--wait no! There's one on my phone!" Just as he was about to whip out the said contraption, paramedics were on the scene, specifically a woman that praised Amy's assistance (shoosh yeah, man! Amy was awesome!) before rolling the poor victim onto a gurney.
"Uhhh, okay! Cool, cool, I'll just... err!" He spun around a few times, somewhat dizzying himself in the process, but it did little to give him inspiration on what in the heck to do next. Go back to the studio? No, probably not. As much as he freaking missed Angie like crazy and was in dire need of her healing cuddles, he couldn't just up and leave! There were so many peeps hurt and injured and...
Oh! Ha--duh. He could do that!
Benny barreled into Amy from behind to squeeze her tight, lifting her feet a few inches off the ground while muttering, "Hey, hello, I gotta go now, kay? Today was really sucky but don't be sad. Got it? Be right back!" In classic Benny fashion, he failed to wait for a response and melted into the inky gravel. He appeared through the shadows of conscious citizens to scoop up the bodies of heavily wounded ones and transported them as close as possible to all of the ambulances in sight. He didn't really know if they had enough gurneys or whatever to take everyone, but at least he could make their jobs a little easier.
Hopefully.
After transporting a hefty sum of the fallen citizens, he gave pause.
Looked around.
Frowned thoughtfully.
Scratched the metal plate on his head.
"Uh... wait, why am I here again?" He began to aimlessly wander.
Spotted lights. Twisted and blurring images. Distorted screams fading in and out, pounding away at her eardrums like rapid fire cannons. Everything hurt. Everything ached on an internalized level that even her numbed nerves couldn't ignore. Balance. It eluded her. Everything that could possibly feel right refused to come.
But she still held Cole close and swept the area with a hand poised. "It's okay... You're okay," she rasped after feeling the boy quiver in her grasp. The muted sobs had yet to dwindle and even when he hid his face into the charred plates of her stomach, he couldn't help catching glimpses of the dead bodies. There were so many of them. What if his...?
He burrowed back into Iron Head.
The metal clad hero whipped around with a snarl as someone touched down before her. She squinted as the being's glow nailed her in the eyes, worsening the headache and fatigue threatening to swallow her whole. Fucking Hell. Who was this? And yet, something familiar breached her nostrils. That scent; she fully recognized it. It'd be a damn shame for her to confuse it for anything else. This had to be the so-called "friend" Night Watcher had pointed out before the Conference went up in flames.
No matter.
Ignoring the inkling of logic banging at the back of her skull, she took a step back with Cole in tow and the muscles in her body tensed. The thinning rivers in her veins rumbled. The words she spat could tuck a lion's tale between his legs. "Not! Another! Step!" She couldn't hear a damn thing. Couldn't process the sentences spewing from this individual in possession of a system that twisted Nellie's olfactory senses into knots. No. Hell no. He couldn't have Cole. She would protect Millie with her life. She swore she would.
But she caught bits and pieces, putting them together like an incomplete puzzle that could be discerned with a squint and tilt of the head. Healing. This person could heal, apparently. The boy... "I-I..." She glanced down at Millie... Cole? Mills? N-no. No. That was Cole. This was Cole. Millie wasn't... She had never...
Nellie's heart shattered.
But she didn't show it. Bloodshot eyes scrutinized Anselle through the hairline cracks of her visor as her thoughts raged war. Even with the splash of clarity, the paranoia lingered. Taunted her. Go on. Let him go. You're so good at leaving behind your loved ones. This won't be any different. I didn't want to. Oh, yes you did. Just admit it. Things were... easier this way. Lessened the guilt a little for abandoning her in that toxic mansion-- Sh-she's okay. She's got mom and dad and... And who else? Dear ole Bek? The most trustworthy of them all? You selfish bitch. I did it for her! You ran away. Like a scared little monster. So heartless. Perhaps it is better this way. Perhaps it's better that you just... let... the boy... go.
Shakily, Nellie released Cole. The mute boy gazed up at her, the confusion heavy in his visage.
Before you ruin his life too.
She signed "Hero" once more before gently turning him around by the shoulders to face Anselle. "Yeah. Just... Heal him," she said, the life completely void from her voice. Distant.
It's better this way...
At first, Cole hesitated to leave her side and approach the glowing super, but a few more encouraging nudges from Iron Head lead him to shuffling up to Synergizer. A few scrapes and cuts were found on his hands and legs, along with some grime covering his face. Other than that, he didn't sustain anything major. As he received healing, Iron Head watched every move. Every flicker of energy. Her body frozen in place like a foreboding statue that would lash out the moment Anselle breathed suspiciously.
After this, she would help find Cole's mother.
And after that? She had no clue... perhaps collapse and pray that no one took that as an opening to end her then and there.
Benny Law "Echo" | Interactions: Amy @Elle Joyner & Civilians | Location: Conference
Oh--sweet! More help was showing up! That was good to see. Benny was kinda worried that a lot more peeps were going to die at the rate they were bleeding out. Some had less than a minute under their belt. While lots and lots more had a little less than that. But hey, there was also the rest who escaped or scraped by with minimal injuries.
So yeah, hooray for ambulances!
Oh, wait. Amy was calling him.
He jogged over at her beck and call, and nodded as she asked for assistance with the grizzly man. "Kay! I can probably, like, jump 'em on over to a hospital or something? Wait where's the nearest hospital? Do you have a map--wait no! There's one on my phone!" Just as he was about to whip out the said contraption, paramedics were on the scene, specifically a woman that praised Amy's assistance (shoosh yeah, man! Amy was awesome!) before rolling the poor victim onto a gurney.
"Uhhh, okay! Cool, cool, I'll just... err!" He spun around a few times, somewhat dizzying himself in the process, but it did little to give him inspiration on what in the heck to do next. Go back to the studio? No, probably not. As much as he freaking missed Angie like crazy and was in dire need of her healing cuddles, he couldn't just up and leave! There were so many peeps hurt and injured and...
Oh! Ha--duh. He could do that!
Benny barreled into Amy from behind to squeeze her tight, lifting her feet a few inches off the ground while muttering, "Hey, hello, I gotta go now, kay? Today was really sucky but don't be sad. Got it? Be right back!" In classic Benny fashion, he failed to wait for a response and melted into the inky gravel. He appeared through the shadows of conscious citizens to scoop up the bodies of heavily wounded ones and transported them as close as possible to all of the ambulances in sight. He didn't really know if they had enough gurneys or whatever to take everyone, but at least he could make their jobs a little easier.
Hopefully.
After transporting a hefty sum of the fallen citizens, he gave pause.
Looked around.
Frowned thoughtfully.
Scratched the metal plate on his head.
"Uh... wait, why am I here again?" He began to aimlessly wander.
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