06-20-2016, 07:51 PM
Madotsuki wasn't quite sure how to explain traveling through a teleporter; if she had to, though, she'd probably describe it as a "black hole in your body." The inner workings of her body, coursing with electricity, were stretched and pulled until she finally arrived at the other side in a puff of smoke. Judging from the nauseating taste in her mouth, she guessed she had puked during the trip over.
She tripped over a piece of the device and fell into a pair of meaty hands that had to have been Crusher's. Slowly, the smog filtered out of the room. The dreamer looked up at the Gear Grinder with a dazed look in her eyes, a tendril of smoke curling out of her lips.
Crusher led Madotsuki over to the table from earlier and rested her half-consious body in a chair before stomping over to the machine. He picked up a piece of the teleporter, then tossed it aside, muttering "I told 'im that thing wasn't meant for 'umans." He ran out the door, bringing Madeline and a drink back into the room. The Night Terror was now dressed in a maid outfit.
She rushed over to the dreamer's side, pressing her hand against Madotsuki's forehead. Sluggishly, she pulled Madeline's hand off of her and leaned back in her chair, examining her arms. Despite the fact that she felt like she had been cooked in an oven for an hour, her skin appeared relatively untouched.
Madeline pushed the mug towards her and motioned for the dreamer to take a drink. She did so, recoiling at the pungent, citrusy taste.
Crusher made his way back to the table with a sack in his hands. He tossed it towards Madotsuki, and several coins spilled out of the leather pouch. Crusher's expression was oddly grim. "Lennox explained what 'ad 'appened down there. If I knew what ye would be facing, I would've equipped ye better. Ye deserve this."
Now that her senses began to return to working order, she stowed away the reward and made her way out the door.
It had taken her a while to get back to Tier 2, but she eventually returned to her room, collapsing on the bed and falling asleep before she even had time to reopen her Omniart requests.
After all she'd been through today, she needed a nap.
She tripped over a piece of the device and fell into a pair of meaty hands that had to have been Crusher's. Slowly, the smog filtered out of the room. The dreamer looked up at the Gear Grinder with a dazed look in her eyes, a tendril of smoke curling out of her lips.
Crusher led Madotsuki over to the table from earlier and rested her half-consious body in a chair before stomping over to the machine. He picked up a piece of the teleporter, then tossed it aside, muttering "I told 'im that thing wasn't meant for 'umans." He ran out the door, bringing Madeline and a drink back into the room. The Night Terror was now dressed in a maid outfit.
She rushed over to the dreamer's side, pressing her hand against Madotsuki's forehead. Sluggishly, she pulled Madeline's hand off of her and leaned back in her chair, examining her arms. Despite the fact that she felt like she had been cooked in an oven for an hour, her skin appeared relatively untouched.
Madeline pushed the mug towards her and motioned for the dreamer to take a drink. She did so, recoiling at the pungent, citrusy taste.
Crusher made his way back to the table with a sack in his hands. He tossed it towards Madotsuki, and several coins spilled out of the leather pouch. Crusher's expression was oddly grim. "Lennox explained what 'ad 'appened down there. If I knew what ye would be facing, I would've equipped ye better. Ye deserve this."
Now that her senses began to return to working order, she stowed away the reward and made her way out the door.
It had taken her a while to get back to Tier 2, but she eventually returned to her room, collapsing on the bed and falling asleep before she even had time to reopen her Omniart requests.
After all she'd been through today, she needed a nap.
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