[PUBLIC CHANNEL] D100 | Early In The Attack

[fortuneglass]

[Can anything get worse than the attack already is?

The answer is a resounding Yes. (And that's BEFORE everything else, for that matter.)

When Carly comes onto the radio- public radio on that note, for while she would rather not distress everyone further, it's something everyone should probably know- her voice is tense. Low, and flat, and stiff, as it has been in the past when handling something relatively unpleasant...or when causing it, for that matter.

Which is never a good sign.]

...Herbert is dead, [Is what she starts with, not that there is much else to say.] ...I have what's...left of him, [She says, sounding remarkably calm outside the clear hesitation as she chooses her words.

There goes one of their medical staff, for the time being though.]

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[impatientdefense]

...Shit.

[Beau doesn't have everybody's names down, by any means, so she's missing some of the emotional impact of it... but it's so early for people to be dying.]

What about you? Are you in one piece, and somewhere... safeish? Or need some help getting somewhere?

[It doesn't seem like anybody's figured out where these guys are coming from, so maybe nowhere's safe right now.]

[insidescoop]

Me? I'm fine! Right now I'm trying to find other survivors, [She continues, sounding a bit confused about the offer for help.]

If you're well enough to help, focus on finding anyone who isn't, okay?

[lmpatientdefense]

Uhh, yeah sure, if you're sure.

[Listen, Carly, if you were right there to recover the body, whatever killed him could kill you, right? Right. But maybe he finished it as he went down.]

[scientificist]

[He did not.]

[lmpatientdefense]

[Wrekt.]

[periphrasing]

You got his soul into an egg at least, right?

[ It's hard for her to be particularly upset about this. Not that it's a GOOD THING, or that it doesn't matter, just. With the eggs around, it feels more like an inconvenience. A potentially troubling inconvenience, considering he's the guy that's supposed to fix everyone else, but. Nothing permanent. ]

[insidescoop]

[There is.

A very faint cough.]

...That's something I wanted to speak with the other supervisors about, actually.

[The hint, of course, is to switch to that channel. This part of the news should probably stay private.]

[whattaprick]

What about it?

[ Lambert's tone clearly implies he's pretty sure he isn't going to be thrilled to hear this, but on the other hand he probably doesn't have much of a choice. ]

[atouts]

We're listening.

[ Equally not thrilled over here. ]

[fortuneglass]

[Good, they're listening.

Hopefully they're listening to the Supervisor's channel- there's the sound of a click as she switches.]

....His soul isn't here. ...It wasn't there at all, [she adds, somehow keeping her voice flat.]

It's just...Gone.

[atouts]

That's... [ Actually, he knows exactly what that is. ] The Huntsman. Other fae can claim souls. He must be doing that.

[fortuneglass]

[Ah, yes.] ...Most likely...

We'll need to do a headcount for sure, after all of this- but I didn't want to panic everyone more. No one is trying to die here, but it feels that just announcing this fact will cause more deaths..!

[Something about Panic and poor decision making.

Anyway.] ...I still have his remains in case we do need to make use of the egg later though...

[reflash]

What? [Yukio is clearly (and uncharacteristically) panicked.

being the dark half of someone is difficult]

He-- I mean... you can put him in that egg, right? He'll come back?

[fortuneglass]

...

That's the plan~

[There is something a bit too sugary about that answer, and Yukio may want to contact her privately.] It's what I needed his body for! So!

[reflash]

[Oh he's switching to a message on her private channel for this, hands trembling as he fumbles with his radio. No, no, something's wrong, something is extremely wrong here, why does she sound so wrong when she says that, what is she hiding from him?]

What's going on?

[fortuneglass]

MNH- [OOO DID NOT EXPECT THAT, SHE DIDN'T.... ...But after a few moments, she sighs and regains her serious tone.]

Yukio. [Not a good sign.]

I am telling you this because as our only other medic, Herbert's duties will no doubt be falling on you. I am trusting you to keep this to yourself, and the other supervisors for the time being, understand?

[NOT! A GOOD SIGN!]

[reflash]

[No. No. Shit. Something... something's wrong, something's extremely wrong and Carly's dancing around the issue. She's avoiding the issue and she's...

no.

He can't do that. He can't. It's too much responsibility, it's the crushingly heavy implication that Dr. West isn't coming back, it's the endless familiar weight of I am trusting you to keep this to yourself and he (the broken, useless, worthless dark half of Okumura Yukio) is already starting to lose his breath with panic as he rasps out a one-word response.]

Yes.

[fortuneglass]

...We couldn't find his soul.

...I don't know what it means...maybe the Hunt has it, but the point is it's not with us, and I couldn't put it in the egg.

...I don't know when we'll get him back.

[reflash]

We won't. [They won't get him back. There's no way that something like that could happen.

There's no way that Yukio could ever take his place, but (once again) he's going to be forced into a role he isn't ready for, and (once again) he's going to fail to live up to that role.]

[dontpokethat]

...Shit.

[So that's... really fucking bad, in a lot of ways!]

He'll be back, right? And-- are you okay? Where are you?

[fortuneglass]

Where am-

I'm fine, trust me..! And I'm not the one to be worried about either!

[dontpokethat]

[DOUBT]

Where are you?

[fortuneglass]

....

Telling you would just mean you try to find it, wouldn't it?

[dontpokethat]

Not necessarily.

[As much as he'd like to.]

[insidescoop]

Hmmnnn...Then, I'm not telling you either way..!