SYNCOPE AND TRANSMISSION | O , 'PROSTHETIC'

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    Blood dribbled from grafted skin as Nighttales raked his blade against a hastily-cauterised wound. He would need to scrape the burned flesh from his severed wrist, to ensure that Deimos would allow the manifestation of a 'substitute'. "Vader, hm?" He'd Mutter beneath his breath, whilst retaining a thoughtful expression, gritting his teeth and curving his maw into a dry smirk as he tore the wound, creating it anew, where the flesh hadn't been burned around the ends.


    "Demios, please." The Commander murmured, commanding his chain to make amends. He raised his severed wrist, watching the flesh bubble and twist, as his severed paw would.. 'return' - it was a little less simple than that, though it was certainly a lot easier to put it that way. However, his fore-paw hadn't returned immaculately - instead, it was a semi-faded frame, a paw seemingly dowsed in ghost mode, though capable of moving nevertheless, whilst obscured slightly by an onyx fog, clinging to this new, reformed substitute.


    His entire limb still pulsed in agony, wrist bleeding around the seams, whilst Nighttales simply furrowed his fictional brows, contemplating the raid.


    TAGS 23/10/2016

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    TAGS 13.11.16

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Auresque Visrin

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    Auresque had been at the raid (shush, she will be). How could she not, when she enjoyed the fighting so much? Especially when she trained others or corrected them as she fought. They hated it. She'd not seen Night get injured, and had teleported over without the expectation of seeing him here, either. She only saw the new leg which certainly wasn't there before, and put two and two together.




    "Can't have my son-in-law to-be die of a trifling infection, can I? But listen to me. I'm sure you already did so."

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    "Well,"




    It was just about the only thing Gideon could say after stuming upon his commander in a scene like this. Initially he would be concerned as to, 1. What happened to his paw and 2. Why was he cutting himself, but when he closer approached and watched the limb reform itself (sort of) with his only functioning eye it made him worry a bit less. You know, besides the seeping blood. Night didnt seem gazed though.




    "Do you still need medical attention?"
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Oh, well, sorta." Nighttales would resound, gaze shifting towards his soon-to-be mother-in-law, as she approached, and tugged him briefly from his thoughts. He'd offer her a light grin, glancing briskly at his regenerated 'paw', whilst parting his jaws to elaborate. "You know that glowstick that Vader likes to carry around? It burned the skin practically automatically, so I had to peel the cauterized flesh off so I could properly make this thing happen." He'd explain, sporting a blithe wave.


    "It should be fine, though, there's no need to worry about me. I'm not dying before I get married; that'd just be tragic." The serval would assure her - it was nice to know that she was somewhat concerned for him. It wasn't an overwhelming amount of care or worry that she expressed, but he had a feeling that she'd be rather worried if her daughter's lover were to keel over, and upset Spec.


    His heterochromatic orbs would then shift towards Gid, resounding with a contemplative hum at his comrade's question, before offering an eventual shake of his head. "Nah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it, Gid." Nighttales would promise his friend, with a firm nod. Grey was likely fairly busy with everyone else, returning from the raid sporting various wounds. Perhaps, he'd drop by later, and get her to give him something for the consistent, thrumming pain raking through his limb and percolating through the joints, though.


    TAGS 15/11/2016

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    [i]‘THINKING’

    (REFLECTING)






    Cassius came in time to see the aftermath of what happened. That being another thing he had to wrap his head around. He puzzled at what had happened for a few moments, looking at the limb and getting closer to inspect it. He wasn't a social or touchy guy, and he had respect for personal space, (Namely his own.) Hypothetical eyebrows furrowed and he took a breath. Of course, to him the serval had a tiny paw. Its why he got closer, to get a good look at the fine details of it.




    He took a deep breath and looked up to meet their gaze. “H...how t' f#ck?” He was a relatively quiet guy, but the question was clear. 'How the f#ck did you do that?' basically. Thats what he was saying until he trailed off into incoherence.




    Usually he'd make some sort of offer to fix them up, but this was the leader. He wasn't a medic of any kind, just a former one. He didn't want to be scrutinized for stealin' jobs or nothin'. So , of course he'd do it without a second thought when the leader wasn't wastchin, but when they where he'd sit back and avoid trouble. Sort of a sneaky guy, in that regard. Sneaky in a rather harmless way, as things currently stood. Didn't used to be harmless, but it was now, thats what mattered.




    “Y' wanna bandaid for that?” was now a good time for a joke? He couldn't tell. As was said, he was incredibly awkward and had no social skills. Anyways, he shuffled his paws, poker faced as usual and realizing there where other people here. He just thought the thingy they where doing was really cool was all, so he was just focusing on that.




    Thats when he got on his paws, getting ready to leave. In and out, apparently. He didn't like crowds.




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    Mids had seen the blade swing, but kept herself from looking any longer in the heat of battle. If her gaze had lingered... Well, let's just say that some things can't be unseen once they have been unfortunately witnessed. From a distance, the field medic watched as the others fussed over him, wincing and glancing elsewhere whenever Night had made any further tears at the burned flesh that clung to the edges of his wound. Tears welled up like a dam ready to be released, but she widened her eyes and held her breath until they crept back into the ducts they came from. Yes, she was a mere field medic who couldn't do much to help him in this situation without having to pester Grey, and Cass could probably do her job better than she could herself. However, there came the feelings of helplessness and perhaps uselessness at the thought of her incapability to alleviate his pain and properly tend to his injuries. She was just a field medic who had much to learn- what good was she being on the team? She was just dead weight, really.
    No, no, no, NO!
    Her mind also screamed at her to stay. She couldn't help now, but maybe someday she'd be able to. It just really, really sucked that she could only stand by and let Grey take on all the work while everyone else had to get in line and wait in agony. Taking a few shaky breaths to collect herself, the blackblood rose to her paws and came to stand beside everyone else, gazing at this odd new replacement with exaggerated facial features to cover up how she'd been tempted to cry just moments ago.
    Though she was genuinely curious, like Cassius. "Hey... is it... supposed to be see through like that?"


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;line-height:110%;text-align:justify;font-size:10.7px;font-family:verdana;]he imagined that it wouldn't be pleasant to have a limb hacked off. but he wasn't too stressed about it either. it hadn't been him, and he'd replaced it with something quite weird. in his opinion, the leader's new appendage was quite admirable in it's appearance, and he didn't understand why everyone was worrying so much. but perhaps he didn't know nighttales as well as everyone else. he hadn't made any new friends within the clan yet, unfortunately for fiore. "gotta' say, that looks pretty badass on ya'," he commented, gesturing with a movement of his tail to the newly regrown limb that was shrouded in a blanket of fog. but he wasn't exactly a sympathetic individual. he might have been tempted to get revenge on whoever hurt nighttales, but he wasn't desperate to know who. his protective side was usually reserved to lash out against anyone who hurt euphie, while his clanmates mattered less to him. he was used to being completely alone after all, although somehow he'd grown close to his little brother again in shadowclan and had decided to protect him.

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    Dimitri's gaze lingered on the new limb for a moment, looking at it with interest. "I mean, it could be worse." He pointed out, trying to alleviate any tension. "So... what are you gonna do now?" he asked, looking up at the Serval.
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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=30pt]YURI MUZIKANT[/size]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#43a790, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri quirked a brow and scrunched his nose. He did not know what to make of what Nighttales had done. He did not understand the words he’d heard the serval speak. His acute hearing didn’t miss much but ‘Demios’ meant nothing but nonsense to him. Yuri’s thoughts were very similar to Cassius’s. He wondered how the f*ck Nighttales created himself an entirely new paw albeit this new appendage was ghost-like and harbored a shadowy mist around it. ”I wonder how you did that,” Yuri inquired slowly as he sauntered over to see. He smelled blood.


    He had attended the raid but he was very engrossed in his own business. He had only briefly noted the fight between Nighttales and Darth Vader. He decided Vader was the blame for the leader’s injury as he’d also caught Nighttales mutter about the villain. He glanced at the dragoness present. He was not a new face to him. He’d seen Auresque before, but not recently. Since Night refused medical attention when Gideon asked Yuri would try the same thing. He didn’t mind if the serval sought medical help or not- besides the paw appeared to be fixed for the most part.


    Yuri tilted his eyes without moving his head to watch Dimitri for a moment. The former nurse seemed to be his common self. Yuri still didn’t understand how the other male worked. And he was bitter towards Dimitri no matter what persona he was being. He associated all of Dimitri’s moods to Dimitri himself. He deemed the tabby harmless and addressed Nighttales again. ”You have lesser priorities. Married? Who are you marrying?” Yuri thought not wanting to die until you were married was a stupid thing to hope for. Yuri didn’t hold particular interest in marriage and he felt there were higher things keeping him on the earth rather than a ceremony. He was very unaware Nighttales was getting married. He didn’t even know the commander had a lover of sorts. The serval didn’t talk about it much or at least not when Yuri was around.




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    It was an illogical thought and not a thought that the dark former human spirit would normally think up, but, when he first saw the regrown paw he thought, [i]'looks like the work of demons.' He was unaware how close he landed his mark to the truth. Demios was not someone—or something—he was currently aware of. This was the first time of his many hours spent spying on Nighttales that he had heard the Commander use name used aloud.


    He would keep it in memory, just in case.


    When he'd lost his legs, he kinda wished his own feet had grown back on their own. Alas, he wasn't so lucky and had to be rearranged through unmentioned medical and scientific procedure that landed him with his hellspawn and titanium modified body. Despite this, regenerating a freaky paw like the one he currently had not taken his nuclear green eyes off of was not on any caliber to be considered 'lucky' either.


    And, yea, he'd been at the raid (spending half of it taking hits for clanmates like a dumbass and willing bulletmonkey) and he had seen Vader and Nighttales fight. He'd hoped that Vader would fall but it seemed Night had...no. Surely it wasn't a loss, just a causality.


    Colouredclan wouldn't lose to the First Order. He refused to think it and, all the while, he still had his eyes on the prize—defeating Vader and his armor-suited troopers.


    "Dammit, Nighttales...? Tell me he looks worse, 'cause ya don't look good," Fright's voice wasn't concerned but his brows were knitted with anger and contemplation. He would have offered help like so many others before him, but his thin patience never allowed the words to leave his mouth.


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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Auresque Visrin

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    "Yes, the wedding. I look forwards to it, very much."

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