Rains of W.A.S.

[The Mood is Write]

K let Cross help him out of his seat and the vehicle, stumbling as he walked. His head felt like it was swimming and his body felt heavy, but his head felt ready to float away. "Water?" He asked, even as his stomach threatened to upturn at the mere mention of more going into it. He felt so dried out inside though. He needed water. His mouth felt stuffed with cotton.

He licked dry cracked lips with a dry tongue and looked around his new surroundings. It was a quick trip. He looked around to see if he could spot the red light, but couldn't. "Water?" He repeated as one leg suddenly buckled. The androgyne nearly fell, but shot an arm out to catch hold of the nearest person to support himself.

Rena smiled at the elven-looking man, warm and happy he was willing to speak up.

They arrived quickly before she could answer, and she left with Vordan, then looked around before she adjusted her towel to better cover herself. "Fancy place." She almost purred. She imagined she could smell a swimming pool, though in reality, she couldn't smell much of anything, not with her nose half-stuffed with hell dust. "Well, where to first?" She looked toward Vordan again with a grin.

 

[Rain of the Night]

The demand of water had Cross look over to the older woman, doing a quick motion of the head towards him. He knocked on the canteen on his belt, revealing with the hollow sound that it was empty. The woman sighed and reached for her canteen too, only to nearly drop it the moment after; the boy buckled and both Cross and the older woman reached down to grab a hold of him. K grabbed a hold onto the tactical vest Cross was wearing, in the pocket of something sharp that grazed on his nail.

Cross made sure K was back to his feet before the older woman offered him water. "Drink slowly, young man." She said, now going along to help the boy drink by opening it up and gently pouring it down his mouth.

The holy man sighed and knelt down in front of him, his back facing K. "Hop on, I'll get you there..."

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Vordan nodded as he looked around. "One of the best places to be when the Unknown World attacks too. The defenses put up against the Unknown is quite incredible... With a little bit of my help." He put on a proud grin. However, no need to linger on about his greatness; they needed to get clothes and possibly a shower for the displaced lady.

Vordan reached into one of his many pockets and removed a small, glass-like device. He pressed somewhere and a hologram of a sophisticated OS popped up. "Right, so..." He began going through files that looked like possible members of the W.A.S. there... And stopped on one file. The name on it was Natasha Strakhov. A full body image was presented; a young woman, having probably barely passed the age of eighteen or simply very young looking, dressed like an emo doll; red corset with long sleeve shirt under it, a short black skirt with lace at the bottom, long leather boots reaching his knees, purple streaks in her dark hair.

Vordan smiled as he noticed what he needed. "Good, she's away on a mission. I'll get ya there; she has plenty of clothing to spare and she has a private shower and bath." He reached to his ear and spoke to someone at the other end. "Hades; could you go brief the Council about our findings and notify them that we will bring the displaced to interrogation once they are ready?... Thank you." Vordan turned to her. "Alright, let's go!" The man started for the door that would lead them down the stairs into the building they had landed into.

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Going through the building would reveal it to be a few things; an armory, a secured gateway into the lower floors, an office and something some people talked about being below the building, along the lines of a 'prison'. People of many shapes and sizes went by, and many would wave towards Vordan and the woman and Vordan would just wave right back.

 

[The Mood is Write]

K held on tightly and drank at the water, though even when it was in his mouth, it felt no wetter. His stomach churned miserably, and he gagged even as he fought against the urge to vomit a second time. Still though, he drank as his stomach, starved from his walk, stretched uncomfortably before he finally pulled away, panting. "Mouth dry. Too full. Hurts." He managed as he coughed, then looked briefly up toward the woman as he tried to use his tongue to rub the water into the roof of his mouth. "Thanks." The word came out as a half-dead croak.

His legs refused to hold his weight, though he tried to push himself up. His skin felt tight, numb, and torturous all at once.

He lurched forward suddenly, heaving and swallowing in turn, trying not to vomit as his vision dimmed.

And then there was a back in front of him. He crawled on and held tight, though the weight of his own body and backpack hurt his stomach more. His bag slipped from his fingers.

~*~

"Lead on!" Rena grinned, then paused in her following to look towards Cross, the older woman, and K, before she looked back toward Vordan. "One moment."

She walked quickly over to the trio, pushing past anyone who got into her way. "Hey!" She didn't know Cross's name. "I don't know your name. Anyway, take the thing on your back to somewhere medical. It went into hell halfway dead, so now that it's out, it's gonna be getting a lot worse!" She looked toward K's face as the androgyne stared somewhere off to Rena's side. "Please hurry. I don't like that thing, but it doesn't deserve to die."

Rena remained for a moment, then shook her head. "I'd help, but even if I could use my magic, that thing sucks out more than a spell should take."

That was hopefully enough. She walked back toward Vordan, satisfied she did a good deed. "Sorry. That thing on your friend's back, I had to tell your friend that he should take it to a doctor."

With that, she followed Vordan, offering smiles to those they passed.

 

[Rain of the Night]

The older woman couldn't believe how weak this boy had become just from coming out of whatever portal that was spoken about. It was fascinating he was still alive and capable of thought... She quickly reached down and took a hold of the bag of the young man and slipped it over her shoulder. "You poor soul." She said simply and she and Cross began to walk.

Just as they were walking away, the other displaced being came over. Cross watched her as she said she didn't know his name... Which was fine to him. She went on about needing medical care and to bring her somewhere they could provide it. Not a bad idea, though there was a certain point where comfort was needed. So he shrugged as he could. "Sure... And it's Cross." It was always best to go by nicknames here. The trio continued forth to get to wherever they needed to go.

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Vordan watched the exchange happen, and something she said really did irk him the wrong way... It wasn't anything major, but certainly something he would have to bring up with her as they would walk along. So the man waited until she said her peace to Cross and then came back to explain. He nodded back to her as they made their way inside the building, into a large room where all the soldiers had gathered, most taking off their equipment. Vordan seemed to skip this, bring them to an elevator.

While within, it's when he decided to speak up. "Can I ask you for a favor?" He initially asked, then proceeded without really letting her time to answer. "I'd want you to not call the young boy a 'thing'. No one here is something; where all someone, and some might come to take offense at what you say, even to someone else." Vordan simply seemed to want her not to get in trouble. "We'll have to go through a security scan, so maybe keep the lewd jokes for after we crossed it, alright?"

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Cross and the older lady also skipped this step, going into one of the rooms connecting to the main one; it looked like what you'd expect for a resting room in a hospital, except it was currently empty, with a few nurses talking to each other. All three of them seemed humanoid in nature, through one had pointed ears, pale skin and hourglass figure. Their gaze turned to the three entering and immediately, they came over.

"What can we d-... Oh." One of them set eyes on the person on Cross' back. "Get her on a bed." They all split in different directions to get things.

Cross raised a brow at the mention of 'her', yet disregarded it as he went to one of the empty beds and closing it off with a curtain. He then set K down onto a bed. "You'll be alright, kid." He said as he looked to the older lady. "We'll stay until we can get her to interrogation."

The older lady shrugged. "If you say so, Cross." She really didn't seem to care as he looked down on K.

One of the nurses came back, the hourglass figured one and immediately approached Cross, laying a hand on her arm. "You know... I could let the two other nurses work on her while I take care of you, for once." A sly grin rose to her lips as she winked to Cross.

The holy man sighed and pushed her aside. "I said no, I say no and I will always say no, Ochyllys." Cross did not seem amused as the nurse sighed and came over to K.

"Hello, young lady. Had a bad day, I imagine?" She said with a sweet, nearly cheerful smile. The nurses were coming in with IVs and other items.

 

[The Mood is Write]

Rena tilted her head at Vordan, watching for a few moments before she sighed. "You had to get serious." She stuck out her tongue briefly, then smiled, though it was tinged in faint disappointment. "I call it a thing because it refuses most of what makes a human a human, but for your sake, I'll be nice. I'll call it a..." She trailed off. "What's a good pronoun for someone who refuses to have a gender, if you don't like 'it', anyway?"

She huffed, trying to remember last time she tried to force an answer from her runaway student. "I think it mentioned before, something called 'scholarly masculine pronouns'. Fuck it." She threw her hands up lazily. "He, it shall be." She looked toward Vordan. "Does that please you, my big strong escort?" She winked. "And I'll see if I can hold back my commentary during the security check. Wish me luck, maybe?"

~*~​

K grunted as he was laid on a cot, then looked around as his presence seemed to cause a stir. Again. He swallowed. "I just..." He trailed off and coughed as he tried to be rid of the dry scratching in his throat. The appearance of IV's made his eyes widen, and he leaned away, only to wince as he felt his sunburnt hand brush against himself and the bed. He lifted his hands, and it was obvious both them, his face, and his neck was becoming slowly more sunburnt. They'd been faint pink when Cross first laid eyes on him, and now they stood out in an angry red.

"Hell." K rasped as he stared at his hands. "Go out... worse than in." Saying that much at once hurt him and made the burning in his face intensify as he fought to relay his condition to medical professionals. His stomach snarled loudly, and he grimaced, then opened one eye and looked around. "Bag. Notebook. First page. Condition worse."

He hoped they would understand. Communicating was hard, but moreso when he could barely hear himself croak the words.

 

[Rain of the Night]

Vordan shrugged with a smile, putting his hands up in the air. "I can't all be jokes. I am part of a military organization that primes itself on serious cases." Yes, he was a part of something that grim, which is one of the reasons he keeps a rather loose, happy-go-lucky Fortunately enough, she came to explain about why she called it a thing, and it was one of these things Vordan had yet to understand from this realm; this odd... non-cisgender thing. He was explained what it was and ti still confused him.

"Oh, you mean the boy doesn't identify as being a boy?" The man laughed a shook his head. "I still don't understand how that works... They tried explaining it here, but it still baffles me. It makes no sense in how human beings are created." With words like that, you could tell he was more of a believer of a god or gods creating things than scientific explanation of it.

"Yeah, we can make it easy like that." They stepped out of the elevator and were introduced into a security check barrier. Not people were going in an out, but there were certainly a number of armed guards walking around. Three of them walked towards the two, to which Vordan smiled waved what seemed to be an I.D. A quick peak would reveal a few details:

Name: Vordan Dawarum
Age: 28
Racial Classification: Human
W.A.S. Agent Class: C – Advanced/Special
UW Classification: Magic Practitioner (Enchantment, Artificer) – Outer Realms

The rest was basically a badge, a photo and a symbol of the W.A.S. Vordan put I back into a pocket and spoke out to the rather large guards before them. "I'm overriding the security procedure. I'll be taking care of her."

The guards looked at one another before one spoke. "Whatzever youz sayz, Vordz." Clearly not a native English speaker, they escorted them passed the security gates.

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The nurses could already tell that whatever condition the androgynous woman was in, it was getting worse by the second. They pushed aside both Cross and the older lady to get in and do their work. One was working on getting the IV's into him and the two others were inspecting for further wounds, medical issues, etc.

Cross wasn't going to argue with them, but he did heed the words of the young man; he went over to the lady and reached into the backpack. He removed the notebook from there and slipped to the first page to see what he was talking about.

 

[The Mood is Write]

K flinched and grimaced as the IVs were put in, but stayed still as best he could. Every touch and brush against his body felt wrong in every way. He whined now and then and gripped the cot underneath himself in an effort to keep from fleeing from the people he knew were only trying to help, though there was clear discomfort in his eyes.

His most obvious issues were malnutrition, dehydration, and heat-related issues.

In his notebook, on pages barely held in place by a few tabs of paper, were notes. They summarized his trip across the country, and his state before entering Hell. He listed off his sunburn, his dehydration, how hungry he was because he only ate one stolen apple in the past week, and how every time he stood, he felt dizzy.

Once he passed through the gateway into Hell, he found his condition bettering, though he had nothing to eat or drink. His sunburn faded, and he gained new strength, stamina, and agility over the next few days. He found his skin darkening, but a small colony of humans living there taught him how to reverse the process, which would have eventually led to him becoming a demon. Reversal took 'only remembering the pain of mortality and his reason for coming'.

He had scratched tiny notes about how it sounded like complete bullshit, but it had worked effectively, and he retained his humanity. He'd been warned that leaving worsened the condition of a person who entered, but wrote out that he would have to leave regardless, so he would cross that bridge when he arrived to it.

The next couple pages included sketches and notes about other people, including his impressions. One that stood out was scrawled across in all caps "STOP HUGGING ME".

Despite his verbal issues, he wrote eloquently.

~*~​

Rena waved with a smile at the security personnel. They seemed nice. The voice was to die for, too.

"It-He is actually female." She corrected once they were past the security point. "Or at least, carries a lot of pads for a boy, and wears polka dot girl panties." She laughed and shook her head. "Not that you can tell what he is by looking at anything above the waist with or without a shirt."

She shrugged, letting her breasts do the distracting for a moment as she readied another topic. "So, what should I expect, my dear host?" She tilted her head, no longer interested in talking about K and his strangeness.

 

[Rain of the Night]

"Oh." Vordan simply said to her statement. So he was a young woman that looked like some kind of boy/girl mix that barely hit his tonnage years. "Well, that kinda explains things." Not really; it did very little for him in terms of what they just went through; preventing a Demonic Lord from escaping whatever realm it was from. Hell, they all came back alive, which was a miracle enough. He had his team to thank for that... which he'd have to meet up fairly soon after the interrogation for a round of drinks.

For what she could expect... "Like I said, I do not have a clue what you should expect. Maybe a warm bath, some people staring at your assets, a possible gangbang. Who knows? I am no seer..." He leaned in a little closer to whisper. "Don't go see the Seers here, they are rather... Socially incompetent." A chuckle left him as they left the building where there was the helicopters and moved across a large courtyard to a smaller building near the sports complex.

Once they crossed the front security, which Vordan again override, you could see very few people wondering the halls, some in a hurry, others sitting on benches, talking. They crossed a hallways with what seemed to be rooms, like a large apartment building, to get into the elevator. Vordan took them to the top floor, which had fewer, but probably larger rooms.

They walked over to a set of double doors which had a sign on it: 'Please come in and undress.' It made Vordan laugh every time. He looked to the woman, the around. "Alright, just give me a second." He reached to something on his belt; a large key ring that had a weird set of stones, edgeless keys and keycards. He flipped through a few of them before he took a keycard and tapped it over a keypad with numbers... And the numbers punched themselves in. By the looks of it, this probably wasn't supposed to happen this way.

"Oh, and I guess, while we're here, I can get that off of ya." He flipped to an emerald stone and simply tapped it over the bracelet. A little tug, and the bracelet was off and onto his belt which had a few of different shapes and colors. "Let's just keep what I did between us, alright?" He gave her a subtle wink.

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Reading through the first pages revealed what he needed to know; if he had his ill health suspended while within Hell, then all of this would return rather harshly, like Cross was seeing unfold. They'd have to get someone to really put him back into shape, maybe even rehabilitate his mind, if it was too far gone. Regardless, he shared this information with the nurses, which were adjusting according to the book's notes.

"Thank you, Cross." One of the nurses said as she went off to get another needle, but this time, for some strong painkillers. The two left were reaching for ointments made to sooth the young woman's burns.

"Now, this will feel sticky and disgusting, dear. But it will make you feel better." These ointments were magically charged for superior healing purposes.

Cross went over and took a seat with the older woman. "Well, it may take longer than expected." He looked to his comrade who only nodded.

"You could have Lissandra come over." This seemed to have triggered Cross who shuddered uncomfortably. Before he could even object, the older woman narrowed her eyes and continued. "He is displaced and in a severe state. She could get it done in no time." This only made it a lot more uncomfortable for Cross who was displeased with the idea.

 

[The Mood is Write]

"As you wish." She stretched, now free of the band. "Real quick, may I?" She reached for his face, but stopped short, waiting for explicit permission as she watched him. "I'd like to repay the teasing." Her smile was warm, and the tint of pink to her cheeks offered an invitation to the man. "It won't hurt, I promise." She shifted closer to him, eyes half-lidded despite her eager pulse and glancing eyes.

"Am I being seductive enough?" She broke into a grin.

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K groaned at the description of the ointment, but didn't struggle. He could barely move, and even grimacing took energy he was losing rapidly. He wanted to fall asleep, but the sheer amount of people brought forth his reserves of willpower, and he remained conscious, watching warily as the nurses bustled about, shoving needles, spreading ointment. His vision was blurry and his skin felt weird. He couldn't tell if they'd undressed him or not. He couldn't remember most of what was happening. "Notes... take... Take notes." He looked around, eyes pausing on the sight of his notebook. "Notes." His voice was growing fainter and more rasped as he struggled to communicate.

 

[Rain of the Night]

Her request had not been very explicit, though Vordan could only imagine the nature of it. It was made a little clearer with the mention of repayment for his teasing... IT was only words though, funny, sexual jokes he was sure she would enjoy. Seeing her... feeling her come closer was a clear indication and his smile only grew wider. Maybe she was being very, very serious about her request.

The soldier reached to the blanket around her and pulled her onto him before placing a hand her waist. "Well, the rule is simple really; just don't do to me what you wouldn't want done to you." A sly wink was sent her way as he then put a little distance between them. "Though, I would prefer you get some clothes and a shower first." He chuckled as he reach passed her to open the door for them.

The room revealed was large, enough to fit maybe for rooms into it. It was covered with posters, dressers. Clothes were a little everywhere, yet the bed was done and everything seemed to be very in place, save the few vibrators and dildos on the side table. It connected to four other doors, probably leading to other rooms, such as the bathroom.

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The nurses ignored the plea for notes and continued to apply the ointment... They even went as far as getting scissors to begin cutting off the clothes so they didn't come to rub against his skin. The other one came back with the needle and the painkillers, coming right be his side. "Now, you will feel a slight sting in your arm. I want you to just relax." This wasn't much of a warning as she began pushing the thing in.

Cross didn't come to notice the start of the young man's nudity, both because he wasn't going to take notes and was still trying to talk himself out of getting Lissandra anywhere near this place. He really did not seem to like who this person is. The two continued back in forth with things that were frankly trivial, all to avoid her.

The nurses would then try to sedate the young woman, put her to sleep so they could work further on him.

 

[The Mood is Write]

"Tease!," the woman accused, even as she let herself lazily spin into the room, while one hand brushed purposefully against Vordan's torso. Her teasing, playful smile remained bright, even as she turned her attention from him to the room she'd just entered with him.

Big, personalized, but fairly clean. Someone lived here who kept clean, but sometimes forgot to put everything away perfectly. She pushed hair from her face, and her nose wrinkled as she felt dust land between her fingers. She'd probably be dealing with it for weeks—it was going to be worse than glitter, she just knew it. "A shower does sound outright heavenly," she agreed. "This dust is scratchy, you wouldn't want it wedged up everywhere." Her eyes moved purposefully to his groin.

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"Notes!" He tried to point to the notebook. The man who brought him was arguing about something K didn't care about. He breathed in sharply through his nose as he pursed his lips. "Notes! Take notes!" He hoped someone heard him and would make notes for him, or copy the notes from his body. He regretted coming out here and not getting all of his notes, and now he was being undressed and poked and prodded. His toes and fingers curled as he tried to bear with it.

Underneath his clothes, red dust was thick and muddy from where his sweat mixed with it. He had visible ribs and prominent hip bones. His joints were bony, and his skin had a spongy quality that most people could link to his dehydration issues. His growing nudity proved the nurses correct in their assumption of femininity: K was female, severely unkempt, and dead skin clung to his body in many places.

His was not a pretty nudity.

He went under to the sedation with ease, despite his attempts at resistance.

 

[Rain of the Night]

"Tease? Naw. Entertaining is preferred." Vordan walked into the room with the displaced lady. Walking into this place brought back memories of the many request by the young Natasha for pleasures he'd never heard about. To say, he had given in a few times and it was nothing to regret. Many see it as being deprived and needy; Vordan sees it as being an experience he won't live twice.

Regardless of those matters in his mind, he look to the scantily clad lady and laughed a little. "I don't know if you come from the same Hell as we all know, but there certainly ain't dust like that." The soldier walked over to one of the doors, giving it a single knock before it opened itself up. His groin area showed little of what was happening, probably given the thickness of the fabric. Crossing the door a rather large bathroom, with a standup shower, a nice, long bath, a Jacuzzi, along with a few other water devices. Evidence to the lewd mind of whoever lived in here; a dildo was in the standing shower, sticking to the wall. Vordan could only come to shake his head. "Nastasha... you'll never change."

He turned and welcomed her in. "Make yourself at home for now. Towels are in the closet over there." The soldier walked back out to sit on the bed, whistling and beginning to fiddle with a metal sphere.

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One of the nurses turned to the two disputing about the presence of the woman that could help K out. A sharp, cold tone was taken to speak with the older man and woman. "She's asking for notes." This immediately had the two stop bickering back and forth, with Cross taking a notice of the nudity that was presented... It seems they were right; he was of the female sex. The request for notes was firmly answered by Cross.

"Vordan can make sure we get the notes after. For now, just make sure she gets the proper treatments." He wasn't able to scramble around for some notes and ink. He was in a poor state and needed proper medical care if he ever desired to think normally.

Once sedated, the nurses began the washing and purification of the skin, removing anything that could cause her harm or deteriorate her body. That also meant the notes were taken away and the dirt and dead skin rubbed off as best as they could. This would be done quickly until a proper doctor arrived... Which didn't as the sedation would stop.

 

[The Mood is Write]

"Thanks." Rena smiled as she let drop the towel and slipped from the remains of whatever top she'd been wearing. "How much magic does it take? The shower, I mean?" She paused, then shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I'll figure it out. You can join me or wait for me elsewhere."

Without another word, she got into the shower with a soft hum of contentment and turned the water on. "Wait, this thing doesn't take magic to work? Oh, interesting..."

With that last comment, she spread arms and legs and let the water fall onto her with a happy coo before she began to wash in earnest, starting with her hair. She moaned quite a bit for someone who was only washing her hair and letting water fall over her body.

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K's last thoughts before he was under were that they were all assholes, Cross included. For a few moments, he remained still and quiet, though still conscious as he felt the cleaning, but couldn't react. Anger seethed that nobody was taking notes on his condition, and the notes on his body were being washed away like they were nothing but filth.

And then his mind began to fade into the welcome embrace of unconsciousness. He hadn't slept since before he entered Hell, aided or not. Sure, he'd lost consciousness sometimes, but it never felt restful.

 

[Rain of the Night]

Magic to operate a shower? Dear Makers... Vordan had looked towards the bathroom in earnest surprise when the mention of magic was there. Truly, she was going to tell him magic was used to run water around the place? IT sounded... lie a marvelous place, if he was honest with himself. He continued playing with the metal sphere, though his eyes were towards the bathroom.

The moment the moans began, it was clear she was doing a lot more than just cleaning herself. Again, the offer was tempting; Vordan himself DID need a shower, and company... All this had him remember the policies of this place and he sighed. If she was a confirmed and authorized displaced, then the choice would have been easy. In this position...

The door of the room opened, and Vordan looked in surprise when he saw someone... he didn't know. Wait, what? The stranger who walked in was in janitorial clothing, with his trolley of cleaning goodies. He too seemed a little surprised to see someone in there.

Vordan immediately spoke up. "Hey there... What'cha doing in here?" He asked, not looking forward to the conversation that was about to happen. Clearly, this was going to be quite the situation.

The man looked to the washroom door. "It ain't Natasha in there... Definitely not how she moans." The man held up a wide grin. "I was supposed to clean her place before she got back. Hope you aren't making a mess, Vordan." Well, the janitor knew the officers name at least. It was, nonetheless, an odd situation.

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When she succumbed completely, Cross sighed and stood up. The older lady did the same, though did not approach as he did. The man came near the nurses still at work, viewing the bareness of the young woman. Whatever she hat went through, it looked like there was no pity for what had happened to her. A long sigh escaped him as he turned to the older lady.

"Do you think Dominus Ebulum Macario can get a scan with that thing him and Vordan made?" Cross seemed resolute on getting whatever notes he wanted.

The older lady shrugged. "Probably. I haven't seen anything the two couldn't do. I'll go ask. Stay here." Cross nodded as the lady went off. The nurse eventually nudged him out of the way, the one with the tipped ears giving a slow run of her hand along Cross' leg just to make sure he got out.

A doctor eventually arrived and began his examinations.

 

[The Mood is Write]

In actuality, she didn't once touch herself save for a general cleaning and complete shaving of the areas before she resumed the simple enjoyment of the water on her body. She felt so dried out, but the water, the glorious water, felt magical against her skin, like hundreds of very aggressive fairies kissing her.

Finally, she emerged and looked at herself in the mirror. Sopping, dripping wet, and she spent several minutes inspecting her face and breasts. She gave herself a lump check, then finally dried off and wound the towel about her hair, and used another for her torso before she emerged.

Eyes half-lidded, the woman hummed a few lines as she walked out, then waved at the newcomer. "Hello." She almost purred.

~*~​

K's consciousness remained quite firmly in the off position as the inspection and treatment went on, but now and then, he reflexively swallowed. His breathing was shallow and coarse, like he had sand in his throat.

 

[Rain of the Night]

"Not this time, anyway." Vordan with a nervous smile. He wasn't a prude, nor did he keep his comic relief off very often, but when faced with someone he didn't know, entering into something Vordan wasn't supposed to… Was an awkward situation. The man nodded and was about to just get the cleaning started, without asking anymore questions, right until the woman in the towel came back out, her eyes directed to the man who had entered.

With a nod and a chuckle, the janitor answered back. "Hello there Missy. Hope the showers were good. A shame you were there alone, without Natasha or anyone." The man shook his head and went on to his task.

Vordan, for his part, looked to the barely covered woman with a wide smile. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed your shower… Seems like you were having a good time." The soldier put away the sphere and then motioned her to follow him to another door. When this one opened, Rena was presented with a woman's true dream; a closet, as big as the bedroom, with clothing, jewellery, accessories, makeup, large mirrors… Anything a woman would need to dress for. Given, most of the clothing gave off a more gothic or scene girl kind of vibe, though some articles were one would consider 'normal socially.'

"Feel free. I'll… tell Natasha when I see her." Vordan said, looking to the janitor next, who simply did not respond and went away to do his own work.

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"Hmmm… We'll need to cleanse her." The Doctor said, seeing the presence of the Hell Dust. He set down a clipboard and sighed as he saw the nurses doing their best to clean up what they could. "Get the Priests of the Silver Flame in here."

Those words made Cross shiver, knowing fully he shouldn't be here when they would show up. As any would know, the Sword of the Lord wasn't in good terms with many people, for all sorts of reasons. The Silver Flame? Well, they see Cross as a Heretic of a Death God. The story behind it was long and arduous…

As the Doctor went by to do just that, the Old Lady was coming back with what seemed like an old age robot; metal dears, metal lattes, greasy joints and… an ancient stile red toga. The two seemed to be talking, just as some big and odd contraption of lenses and arms was rolling behind them.

"Why yes. Unless she had something that would prevent scrying, we can recover anything from her skin. There are other me-." The construct stopped once he was faced with cross and had a pleasantly surprised face. "Oh my. Sir Cross. I was not aware you would be present."

"Just get on with it." The man said, and the robot said no more and began playing around with what odd device he had brought.

 

[The Mood is Write]

"Thank you." The woman smiled and rested her hand on his upper arm, then let her gaze linger on him while she stepped forward, hand sliding off his arm lazily as she entered the closet and let drop the towel as she began to investigate.

It didn't take long to find some underwear that fit. Once she figured out how Natasha sorted period panties, skinny panties, and regular panties, she quickly found something comfortable in her own size. The hug of silky-smooth cloth around her hips, cupping everything and gently compressing, left her feeling warm and comfortable. These were masturbation panties—the sort a woman wore when she wanted to feel good things herself, rather than impress someone with fancy lace.

As interested as she felt in the gothic and scene stuff, she didn't want to feel that confined. She passed over it until she found, in the far back, on a slightly dusty hanger, a feather-light sundress. Even better, it was white. On pulling it out, she discovered that it was quite transparent, however, and laughed as she put it back. She loved to wear white, but the contrast she enjoyed between her skin and the cloth couldn't be achieved with something that may as well not be there, for all the covering it did. Maybe she could convince Natasha to part with it some other time, though. For now, she just needed something to cover herself, to keep these very delicious men around her from jumping her.

Well, from jumping her before whatever official business was done.

She hummed a few lines as she combed through the clothing until she came upon a white t-shirt with a faded teal star. She pulled it on, and though it was tight and hugged her every curve, it as light enough she didn't feel too confined.

Now in shirt and underwear, she began the search for either a skirt or some pants. This went more quickly, as she found some grey yoga pants and pulled them on, then tied the drawstring. Finally, she knew she would need shoes and socks. She grabbed a pair of comfortable-looking sports shoes and a pair of socks, then sat on the floor and finished the last bit of dressing before she began to vigorously rub the towel turban as she unwound it.

It came off, and the woman ran her hands through it, eyes bright as she turned to look at Vordan. "What do you think? Looks good enough for your floor, doesn't it?"

Nothing was hidden, really. The shapes were easily seen, and a point marked either side of the star on her chest as she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide on her lip ring, the metal flicking back and forth.

~*~​

K remained still and quiet, unconscious for these strange events as his mind took him back into Hell, to a scene where he stood before an all-black creature with a goat's head and a well-tailored suit. It spoke, but its mouth never moved, and it stood across from K on a narrow bridge passing over a chasm. Behind the goat-man, a platform and a desk with a plush chair. K stared up at the being before him, rather than down at the raging fires below, and though he opened his mouth and thought he spoke, no words emerged.

He tried again, but nothing.

The third time, a tiny sound escaped his throat. Little more than a squeak, that sound made the bridge shatter. K fell down and down towards the flames, falling past level after level as black, hairless humanoids pointed and laughed. The rest of K's surroundings began to crack apart, then shattered explosively.

He woke within the dream to a soft tickle on his back and looked behind himself. Black flesh, entirely black eyes lacking obvious iris or pupil, and pointed ears. Her figure was not only an hourglass, but so exaggerated she looked cartoonish, especially with her heels so high that her foot pointed straight downward. She wore a suit with a pencil skirt, and her black tongue peeked between her lips as she pressed K's pen against his back, writing as K heard his own voice dictating from everywhere but his own, sealed mouth.

Calmness grew within K, until she sank the pen suddenly into his back.

Again, he woke within the dream, unable to flee his own unconscious.

~*~​

When the robot began its work scrying, it found it could see the writing from K's skin clearly: notes about hell, about all of its levels and inhabitants, about the rules of the place and K's thoughts about it. The robot could see the pen move, writing. It could see a very female, but also very genderless creature of pitch-black writing on the patient's back while it heard K speak, eloquent sentences and detailed descriptions.

On his arms and legs had been detailed drawings of landmarks, of the demons, of the areas cordoned off for punishing sinners, and even a few types of demons, which included the black creature who wrote on his back, a creature made of clinking stone that towered and spoke with a voice K described as 'robotic', tiny naga-like amphibious creatures with genderless and humanoid torsos and spikes along their spines and arms, and beasts that hunted in the outer rings seeking the blood of those that wandered inside. Those last beasts had only a few half-scrawled sketches, with notes about how they could hide within the dark, eternally-long shadows of the outer ring, and how they hunted in packs.

K's clothing was visible, but never his skin. Ink, dirt, cloth, all could be seen, but not K himself.

And if the robot went deeper, an image of a goat-headed black creature in a suit. If it went still deeper, an image of a well with a hand dipping in, but though it cupped and grasped, it always came up empty, unable to grasp the water