prismatica | 004✖; (audio @ hot.damn | August 2nd; during Sanguis Moon)

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004✖; (audio @ hot.damn | August 2nd; during Sanguis Moon)

[...Well, it looks like there's supposed to be video, but the screen is black.

[Audio-wise, you're privy to just a bunch of thrashing for a few seconds, catching a frantic and frustrated "god-DAMMIT" and "fuck fuck fuck" and "just move, you useless piece of shit!" It's a voice and string of expletives that should be familiar to some who know Rey. In general it sounds disconcerting, with an identifiable amount of metal clanging and other hefty objects hurling about (cue stock cat scream) -- before a heavy thud shakes the screen. The feed drags across what looks to be pavement and some scattered rubbish.]

Got you! Fucking finally...

[The video moves, but the feed remains a blur as Rey hadn't intended to select facetime before things got out of control -- by "things" meaning... her own body. Only a few details can be made out in the bleary visual quality, and that's a patch of red-orange scales and some sharp, gritting teeth.]

Need... help. [Despite her exhaustion made clear in the fraught audio and her labored breaths, it's speaking those words in particular that strains her the most.]

Have to come here. Level Three.

Legs're gone. Can't walk.

[Both the audio and visual then cuts abruptly. As you can tell, Rey is having a bad time this Sanguis cycle.]

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[ You ever read something and just have a lot of questions? ]

Your legs are gone? Do you need a healer?

[ He could ring up Anduin and bring him! Has this person been attacked? ]

[Reply via the original call was a step or two beyond Marshall's comfort zone as he fiddled with the device, taking his time to read the commands and, finding the keyboard, pick out his reply:]

Sit tight.

[Not waiting for a reply, Marshall set off in search for the woman. He was already on Level Three, working on getting his bearings and trying to find a job that paid. The touching for Chroma felt indecent to his sense of manners and boundaries-- there had to be a better method.

A man in a hat soon appeared, following the few visual cues he had gotten from the original feed and, finding the woman in question, crouched down beside her.]

You the Miss who called for help?

[He asked, tipping up his hat and looking at her closely. Regardless of the answer, she was in need of help and he was there to offer if she wanted.]

( unfortunately, hawke doesn't know her, but she is rather familiar with what are obvious distress calls. this one is a bit too much to ignore.

and is that scales she's looking at? )

I'm sorry, but did you say that your legs were gone?

[Always. All the time.]

Ng, no, not that kind of help. Think it's Sanguis shit. Never been this bad before.

[ Ah. You know what?

This just raises more questions. ]

It made your legs vanish? That seems rather... brutal.

Ah--

[That was... concerning, but before Ren jumps to conclusions based on the post alone he has to ask:]

Are you actually injured or is it Sanguis?

[He's had experience with people losing their um... lower half thanks to the damn moon.]

[No answer, though she gets the message. It's a tight fit in the alley; Rey is used to cramp spaces. She doesn't like them, but she's used to them.

[What she isn't used to is having so much extra... parts to contend with. So when Marshall finds her (and she's not hard to find, even in a place as big as Level 3. If the sounds of her struggle wasn't enough to draw attention, words from Prismals of the angry snake lady flailing in the back of a restaurant would do it.

[Bleeding from her nose and cut lip after thrashing to control her lower half, she's only just recently managed to push her back against the building wall so she can stop and just breathe.]

...

That was quick.

[Before she can press further, she grinds her teeth as her lower half -- entirely that of a red viper's body from the waist down -- flinches.]

No, not gone gone. They're just... whatever the hell a snake tail-body is called. Fuck, don't know.

[Maybe just "snake body"? Not like she knows much about her scaly counterparts, though now she's seriously regretting her own negligence.]

[Everything must have been strange to the people in this town on some level. Newcomers left and right, women who couldn't control their bodies, men who were soft spoken yet cut an impressive figure in the crowd. Removing his hat and setting it on the dirty pavement for a moment, Marshall reached into a jacket and dug out a folded up handkercheif.]

I was in the area,

[He commented-- and darted his gaze toward the other end of her person with that flinch. Brow raising, Marshall turned back to face her.]

You're not used to shifting into a snake, are you? Where do you want to go?

[Now that she's hearing someone respond, she tries to take a moment to calm down. She can't help that her... tail, keeps moving.]

Correction -- not vanished. Just snake.

Had scales before. Never this fucking much.

[ Ah! That -- is less drastic. ]

You have a tail in place of them? Like a naga?

[ He's seen a lot of naga in his time, unfortunately they were not friendly. ]

Think it's Sanguis. Hope. Guess it's... the right time for it.

[Her responses are more terse than they usually are, trying not to let herself get too distracted and end up smacking anyone passing by.]

Not hurt. Tail's hard to control, though.

What? No--!

[Pause.] ...Wait.

[Naga, naga, naga... No, she's heard of that somewhere before, hasn't she? It might've come up in her readings.]

Fuck. Probably?

[Hands pressed on either side of her to keep her balanced upright against the wall, Rey relaxes only about as much as she allows herself when she casts a sidelong glance to realize that... she doesn't know this guy.

[Of course she didn't look at the fucking network ID.]

Anywhere but here.

[Pause.]

Preferably out in the open than inside.

[He's done stranger than assist snake women he didn't know in recent days, Marshall mused. This hardly topped whatever was going on during that train ride he was on before he arrived in this city.

This hardly topped what he saw before he left ranch country, too.]

I don't know this place well, but we can find something that'll work.

Here-- clean yourself off. Ya look like you've seen hell.

[Offering an arm so she could support herself or guide him where needed, he offered her time.

After all, he had plenty.];

[ Ahhhh. Of course. That makes sense. ]

I imagine that that takes some getting used to. You require assistance, then? Do you have somewhere you would like to be escorted to?

Usually, I would say a snake tail-body is just called a snake tail.

( a snake was basically all tail anyway, wasn't it? )

Is this something that . . . tends to happen to you?

[Taking a moment to wipe the fresh cuts from her face, Rey doesn't wince from the pain but her jaw tenses at her circumstances. There aren't many instances in which she ever had to call for help, but that seems to be an occasional theme since she ended up here. Being alone on a completely alien planet that doesn't reward self-reliance, she'd almost take the chaos of violence than... whatever the fuck she's dealing with now.

[She mutters a "thanks" as she finishes, then casts a reluctant look at his arm.]

You sure? Might be, ah-- heavier, than usual. Wouldn't want you getting a hernia.

[A first attempt at levity, but she's also serious. Her normal body is excessively heavier than she looks due to her cybernetic components underneath all the flesh and bone. How would her own biology factor in to whatever the hell is happening to her body right now?]

[She wants to say she'd like to go back to one of her camps in the forests outside of the city... but Rey isn't so obtuse to realize that she'd probably just crystalize and starve out there, given her current reserves.]

Depends. Could be difficult to move. Might, um, weigh even more than normal. [She mutters "might even be lighter, actually" under her breath.]

No idea what it's called.

[Obviously figuring out the logistics of serpentes anatomy isn't too high a priority at the moment.]

Not normal, though. Usually get the... scales. Some other shit. Would've figured this out already otherwise.

[ That sure is something and it doesn't look good. Anduin may not know what's going on here but it won't stop him from offering to help.]

I'm a healer, do you require help?

That would not necessarily be a problem for me.

[ As long as she has a strong nerve. ]

"Some other shit"?

Teeth? A split tongue? A need to squeeze vulnerable prey?

[ That sure is a familiar "fuck," so Jill gives it a moment before she figures out what's happening. ]

Where?
I should be able to carry you.

[She looked tired, Marshall mused silently as he watched her get cleaned up. It was the simple matters, like a supportive arm, that separated those who understood basic civility from those that didn't-- and, in a place this foreign, they all needed a hand up every once in a while.]

I'm stronger than I look,

[He quipped, offering a wry smile. At 6'3", he towered over most people he knew, and years of odd jobs and cattle running had left him with a wirey strength in his movements.]

But... I'll admit that I cannot lift a train.

We'll follow your lead, if that'll make ya more comfortable. Do ya just need a shoulder to lean on or something more?

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