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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:11 pm
*Mastema frowned. For a moment, he turned to focusing on her body. Through a combination of telepathy and telekinesis, Mastema was expanding and contracting Nana's lungs for her. That should at least ease some of the struggle, since he was forcing the air into her lungs for her. Turning back to her mind, Mastema tried to contact Nana* Nana..... can you hear me? I am trying to help you, but I do not understand what the situation is....
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:37 pm
*The problem wasn't just the air alone, but in her blood. The substances that Xol had injected into Nana, that Mastema had no knowledge of, had turned rather deadly for her. Xol had made them just for her, and again, by either accident or design they were now poisoning her. Just how long had the tained blood been circulating in Nana's system? How long had her brain been baisting in such poisons? She probably didn't know it was the injected sedatives and counter agent, a total of 300ccs running a muck in her system. Absorbed into her body, and slowly killing her off. That was why her skin tone had been slowly altering, the now fatal poison and her body shutting down as it was being destroyed from the inside, the proccess was still going on aswell, and Nana's heart was still pumping having not yet slowed. Mastema would get a staggered answer*
"D-- D-- Dying....!"
*Getting back up to the room, Micha moves over to his nightstand and places the bags down on his bed. The others toss and turn from the random noises Micha was making. Taking the pencil and the pad of paper, Micha started writing out the number eight, on about eight sheets of paper. One would be left on his bed leaving seven pieces of paper left to do who knows what with, and all with the number eight on them. Under the sheets of his bed the pot lid would be placed with the other bags of chocolate coated coffee beans. The boy leaves most of the papers behind too, save for another two sheets with the number eight, and then starts out of the room heading up one floor*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:56 pm
*Mastema sighed at the response* Solaris.... *Mastema furrowed his brow. With a telepathic order, Nana and Mastema would be on sub level 3 once again, with Nana laid loosely on the table. Zio would begin scanning Nana's blood stream and body, quickly finding the foreign substances. Mastema didn't have the time to create an antibody of some kind. So he had another plan, grabbing a needle that was empty, Mastema jabbed it into his neck. The needle would fill quarter way with what was presumably Mastema's "blood." Moving over to Nana, Mastema gently pressed it into her neck and injected the "blood." In virtually no time, this substance would cover all of the blood vessel walls in Nana's body. Using Zio's help, this substance would act like a filter, drawing any of the serum and antidote into itself and out of Nana's blood stream, while not itself impeding her flow of blood. It would be no more than a few minutes, at this rate, to completely filter out the foreign substances*
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 7:32 pm
*Wandering up to the door to the master beedroom again, Micha enters and immediately makes his way over to the piano. Once there, he would place one of the papers on the key cover of the piano, and then turn to leave the room. Once out, he would head for the stairs again and begin to head down*
Micha: . . .
*It was getting easier for Nana to breathe again, and her core was just a little faster too, but there was still extensive damage done. Even if Mastema were to try and heal Nana, it would take more than one session and definitly more than one day to make a full recovery. If there had been too much more in her system and if she was left for too much longer, then assuredly Nana may have passed on quietly. Luckily for her however that she had Mastema, if not for him, if not for Thanatos, then Nana surely would have been killed back in the Keep. Though only after more interigation and a good round of torture*
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 7:46 pm
*Mastema remained with Nana. He would extract the "blood" once again after it had a few more minutes to collect the poisonous substance. Mastema was still helping Nana to breath and was now helping to remove the poison from her system. She wouldn't be at full health for a while, but at least she'd be able to do something*...... *To facilitate matters further, Mastema had Zio teleport the jewelry back to the 100th floor*
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 8:05 pm
*Nana would remain limp on the table down on sub-level three, there currently wasn't much she could do other than try her hardest to live. Her insides still felt like they were on fire, and several feathers on her wings had simply detached. Probably eaten away at by the poison. Nana did seem more at ease now however, and Mastema still wasn't under attack so that probably meant the deprogramming had somehow been successful. Now Mastema had an alternative, other than letting Nana go off to her doom by contacting Gabriel for assistance*
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*Elsewhere in the tower, Micha had boarded the elevator and gone down to level seventy-seven. He was now walking down the hall at his normal speed, it didn't seem like he was in a hurry. Making his way to Thanatos' room the boy quietly opens the door. Whether Thanatos is asleep or awake makes no difference to Micha. The boy enters the room*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 8:27 pm
*Micha would find Than still asleep. Micha was awake probably through caffeinated aid... but Than was still injured and required rest. Than's back was turned to the rest of the room. If anything, at least icha confirmed that Thanatos was "there"*
*After the said few minutes passed, Mastema reinsterted the needle and slowly pulled back on it. The blood he'd put in Nana would be the only thing sucked out, along with the substance it had absorbed. Now there was no real trace of the poison in Nana's system. Mastema handed the full needle over to Zio for chemical analysis and testing. Now Nana would have to let her own system restore itself. In that time, Mastema would try to speak to her rushing mind again* Nana... I've removed the foreign substances in your body. You will be fine.... the discomfort will pass in time....
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 8:52 pm
*Wandering to a table, vanity, or nightstand, Micha puts down the other piece of paper he had, then turns to exit the room. Once out he would head for the room just across from Thanatos', and open the door. This had at one point been Nana's room, but Micha didn't know that did he? Wandering in and finding Nana's vacation luggage, Micha would empty it out onto the bed if there was anything still inside. After that the boy would start to roll the luggage behind him, and leave the room. It seemed he was becoming quite the packrat today, what with zipping about place to place and always brining something back with him. Once out into the hall, the door was closed and Micha started for the elevator again*
Micha: . . .
*Zio would eventually find that there was both a sedative and an antidote for the sedative in the substance Mastema had just handed over. There was twice as much sedative than antidote, and both seemed to be made just for Nana, but how was that possible? Xol had taken great care in producing the substance, so he had to have known about her before hand. That meant that he must have seen Nana sometime, but he knew she wasat the citadel too. He had been watching, and for reasons only he knew, had abducted Nana for answers. Nana could now rest for a while, even if her insides were a wrech. Hopefully she wasn't too hurt, or her own internal systems wouldn't be able to kick in again*
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 8:58 pm
*Mastema just sighed. Using Zio's teleporter again, Nana would find herself laying back on the bed again. The best thing Mas could do was let her rest, watch, and wait. There was little to nothing else left in her system, so if all was right she would begin to recover on her own*
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:17 pm
::Tyrsais was still out and about, but something began to beep in his pocket. That alarm could have only meant one thing. If Zio was careful to keep track of things he would have noted Tyrsais performing a number of treatments to his own blood. These treatments ranged from enhancments to effectiveness of poisons. However just now the nanobots had begun something. Modifing the virus in a structured fashion, this time it was no simple process. A product of his former trials::
Good... not to long now. What to do till then?
::He was pearched on top of a roof in the eastern part of the citadel overlooking the area. He would stay there for a time letting the air move around him.::
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:25 pm
*Since Nana could never really sleep without Mastema at her side, that meant she was pretty much just out cold. Any healing that was done now was going to be slow going, more so than usual. Later on if Mastema stepped in, to heal Nana bit by bit then she'd probably wake up. Once that happened then all would be well*
.......
*Getting back onto the elevator, Micha heads back up to the shared bedroom. Eecheb was up now and in the shower, his head was final itchy enough to bother him so he had to get rid of whatever was making him itchy. Water was the natural enemy of the itch, and some good scrubbing would help get rid of it aswell. Since Eecheb had been half asleep when he wandered into the bathroom, he didn't notice the paper on Micha's bed or the eight on the mirror in the bathroom either. Trilla was still asleep luckily, it didn't look like she wanted to get up either. Sicne one sibling was asleep and the other was busy, Micha had no worries and could go about his work. Putting the luggage flat to the ground, Micha opens up the luggage and places the bags of chocolate covered coffee beans inside, along with that goes the pot lid and his teddybear. Once all of the items he cared to place inside the luggage were there, then the boy zips it up and grabs the rest of the papers and heads out of the room with the luggage rolling behind him*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:28 pm
*Mastema would continue his work from the master bed room. He'd simply sit up straight on his side of the bed and use whatever screens he needed. There wasn't much else for him to do*
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:45 pm
*Nana was probably going to be out for quite some time, so Mastema could work at his leisure, Nana wouldn't bother him for obvious reasons. The things that must have been running around in Nana's mind now were probably warped images and memories of what had happened. She'd probably remember most, all, or none of it, more than likely it would be most though. Perhaps she'd even remember Xol's name, and some of the questions she was asked*
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*Getting back onto the elevator again, Micha would head down to the ground floor. As usual it would take about a minute to get down the tower, after which Micha would head out of the tower again. The boy would turn south and start toward the south tower, he was in no hurry and kept the six remaining sheets of paper in one of his hands, while the other kept the luggage rolling behind him*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:45 pm
::Tyrsais pulled his PDA out now, and was carefully aiding in the creation of some sort of meta-virus. Although it would only work on a select few vampires due to the stress on the body of recreating so many different things he was certain the results would pay off. As the nanobots did their work they began to implace certain structures that would make the virus more flexible in its scope. Zio could be 99% certain that Tyrsais was creating a mutigenic version of the virus that would take to unwelcoming hosts. Like Angels.::
...Such delicate work... a few weeks at best. Hmph.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 10:10 pm
*Micha was still slowly heading south, and unless someone stopped him or got in his way then the boy would continue on without concern. The luggage continued to bump along behind him as he walked. So far it didn't seem like there was anyone in the area*
Micha: . . .
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