Complete Main Story Red Fever: Mind Over Red

[Pandora*]

Red Fever: Mind Over Red
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[Ash Vargold]

The attack is unexpected. It's just a shock - painful, but not deadly, but it's enough to tip him over the edge. Every instinct is screaming runrunrun. He's all too aware of the miasma of misery - the lingering energy of those who died in the massacre...

OW! Seriously?!

You know what, fine. But maybe you'll listen to the people you're so eager to join.

Spirits, heed my call!

Ash points at @Tristaria, and while nothing seems to happen, there's the sense of something curling around her. Perhaps something cold. Perhaps something murmuring in her ear. Maybe it's just her imagination, but those with Spirit Magic can probably see the weak, near-formless spirit attached to her...

If I see you trying to hurt someone else like that, it won't be a warning shot.

Ffffuck, this stings...

Enemy Ash fled!

 

[Tristaria]

@Sepulchre af Umbral

I SAY WE TIE UP THIS FEISTY LITTLE LOUDMOUTH AND TEST EVERYTHING AT ONCE!!

 

[Lucy]

Lucy felt her body grow tense as anger fueled her every movement. She would turn to Tristaria and push herself over to her, still trying to keep hold of the illness that wrecked her body.

First of all.... YOU DON'T JUST INJECT THINGS INTO OTHER PEOPLE WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION. Secondly... IF you really want to tie up another human being against their will.... YOU'RE A TERRIBLE PERSON.

Lucy stomped her foot with anger. This girl was pushing her buttons.

@Tristaria

 

[Sepulchre af Umbral]

Sepulchre af Umbral looks up idlily at the angry challenge issued from silver-haired pipsqueak. Fae make a dramatic show of looking around before calling out, projecting so those nearby can hear, voice dripping with mock surprise at the end.

"By a show of hands, who else wants to tie me up and forcefeed me potions? No one? Really, no other takers?"

As the red-head storms up fae emit a chuckle and turn back to the silver-haired brat with a shit-eating grin and cross faer arms over faer chest.

"Nothing like the pot calling the kettle black, Silverfish. Put your money where your mouth is and shove your precious ingredients into your flapping jaw. You've pissed off enough people here they might have to take tickets to wait in line for a turn at shoving an Amberslime down your throat."

@Tristaria

 

[Tristaria]

@Haru

MMM MMPH MH MMMPH--!!! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME OR I'LL SH--!!! Gulp.

(Thrashing against her bindings in an outrage, Tris barely manages to summon Una and sends her a silent order with her antennae.)

Oh my...! Uhm...

(She takes the fallen drill in her hand and pokes @Sepulchre af Umbral and @Haru on the shoulders, whispering to them.)

Psst. I'm supposed to... uhm... well... can you both just pretend this hurts a lot? I don't want to disappoint Summoner Tristaria...!

(She gently presses the tip on Haru's chest, then repeats for Sepulchre.)

 

[Sepulchre af Umbral]

Sepulchre frowns and swats the summon's hand away.

"Your summoner deserves to be disappointed! I'm not going to play along with the assumptions of an asshole! If you ever want to work with a summoner with class you're welcome to come work for me instead. I won't let your master waste anymore of my time! If they wanna fight me, they're gonna have to do it directly. No summons, no surrogates, no leveraging bystanders, it's got to be a one-on-one duel. It's been petty, but I've got actual work to finish."

Fae make eye contact with @Haru and flash him a thumbs up in approval along with a salute before narrowing eyes onto @Tristaria and turning away with a pointed hmph! Fae start to move away, intent on resuming testing ingredients (and maybe chugging a potion out of spite along the way).

 

[Lucy]

Nodding her head in approval and letting the actions of Haru and Sepulchre ease her anger. She felt it bubbling less up, letting her take a deep breath to calm herself. She turned around and just walked away, letting go of the fact that Tristaria had literally shoved a needle into her. Her feet meandering towards a girl that seemed sad...

Hi, are you okay?

@Essence

 

[Alonso Thorlion]

Maybe, just a thought, if everyone stopped having a fit we'd be able to, I don't know, GET SOMETHING DONE.

 

[Haru]

The way that Haru lay a gentle hand upon the construct Una's shoulder, it felt as if he forgave her for the act and that everything would be alright. The way that the drill in her hand had stalled and started to rust told her that it would be unwise to continue in face of this kindness.

That would be the plan, dear Alonso, if you would kindly do so. I'll release the magic as soon as we get back to work again. People's lives are at stake here-please do not lose your focus.

 

[Tetsunosuke]

I fear that if this continues and no one will calm down, we will end up like the scattered blood and entrails in that camp. So please, calm yourselves!

 

[Blank]

I WILL FREEZE IT ALL OVER! COME! GIVE ME YOUR MANA! WE'LL USHER IN A NEW ICE AGE! HAHAHAHA!

 

[Haru]

From you, Tryssayne, I shall partake of your strength. Your fealty will not be without reward... As for you, girl...

The eyes came to bear upon @Harukami 's own, staring deep into her soul. Each were open to each-other, and Harukami saw naught but eyes. Eyes and despair, some of which leaked into her eyes. It came back out in the shape of tears and rolled across her face as he rejected her hopes.

There is no 'Haru' for you to speak with. Work, girl, or you will die with the rest of us.

@Trissayne Lavelle