The Secondary Saga

[Ruby Rose]

Group 4: IRIS, Richtofen, Grave, Crow, Jan

Thank goodness, a doctor! At least, that's what Grave hoped. When he asked where Alice's poisons wound was, he gently rolled her over in his arms to showcase the round, pulsating stab mark just below her left shoulder blade. He turned her back over in his arms and smiled down at the Vampire, who weakly responded with her own.

The doctor suggested cauterisation. Thankfully, that's something Grave could more than easily manage. After all, he already had to cauterise the spear's entry wound in his side. He suggested binding the area around the wound tightly. When Grave looked down into Alice's eyes, she showed acknowledgement and acceptance. It seemed she didn't mind having her midsection bound. Grab looked back up at the doctor and nodded as he continued on about having her move every so often. That was something easier said than done, but nonetheless accomplishable.

"Well, looks like I'm going to have to give you a ride, Alice," he told the Vampire, and she gave a weak, struggling chuckle. She probably would have burst into laughter if she wasn't paralyzed. Even though the doctor mentioned that it would be a bad idea to take that course of action, Grave simply responded, "I should be fine, Doc. I'm capable of more than you think. You guys'll just have to cover my ass until Alice is all good and well," he explained, and the doctor'a face fell into a 'don't come crying to me if we die' expression.

Next thing Grave knew, the spherical robot approached and began talking. If only the Nephilim had tech like that. It reminded the group that an antidote could have been near, and Grave nodded, "That would be bloody beautiful... But judging by out situation somewhat unlikely," he half-agreed. The robot introduced itself - or more like himself, she to the masculine voice emitted from the machinery - as IRIS. Grave lost the meaning of the name after 'Intelligent'. Grave stood up with Alice still in his arms, princess style, and he addressed the whole room, "As I said before, my name's Grave. I'm a Nephilim born to kill angels and demons, but all I want to do is kill fricking Omni," he told the ragtag group, one of his eyes hosting a raging flame and the other harbouring a searing glint of light, "So let's help each other out, okay? I only recognise one familiar face from earlier in here, and that's Captain Crow. I'd like to become more acquainted with the rest of you, if possible," he finished before remembering something, "Oh, also, anyone got some rope or something?