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[retested]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

More like my entire lower half I'M HUMAN, AMANDA

[He can't even end that sentence with a period he just hammers enter and holds his head at this point. He's still feeling static and electric burns and it HURTS.]

<gameover>

[retested]

How the fuck did that happen?

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

I haven't really had time to work out the details, but I can say this much, don't just avoid the static in the fog-avoid even combating it.

At least everyone else can avoid feeling as if they fell through a powerline.

<gameover>

[retested]

Motherfucker. He's screwing with the fog itself now? His end can't come soon enough.

Where do you live and why does being human keep you from getting out yourself?

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Fly above this address-about 30 feet above it-and you'll find out.

[It's a mirror walled building top; contained within is an enormous garden and penthouse, with a hole right down the middle...that's where his elevator is.

And the elevator goes far underground.

Noa's used to digging his way inside. But anyway have fun with that address.]

[retested]

Amanda's no stranger to monster-specialized housing; the only quick way into her own place of residence is the use of faerie circles, and she keeps her only dedicated ring right in her room. Still, she did leave another potential entrance, and while it's trapped in such a way that trying to open it without knowing all the steps would kill a person, at least it exists. It was stupid of Noa not to do the same, and she's going to bitch him out about it for sure.

...Once she gets there, anyway. And that takes a while. Once she arrives to knock on the door, she's all sweaty and clearly not in the best of moods.]

Open up or stay here, I'm not a taxi service.

[noasark]

[To be fair, humanity was the last thing he ever expected; rather frankly, being human was the Only thing he had no back up for. Travel forms could use Touya's travel mode entryway in the vents, and even if only he had been affected, someone could fly him out-but 'Linden' was still missing. As it is.

He is still stumbling on his feet, trying not to fall over-it causes his hand to fall on the door knob with a half clatter, but with the door being glass she would have seen him coming first.

He's a mess-a presentable mess, having had time to at least have someone get him pants, but a mess. His white snakes have become braids in his hair, and naturally he has no need for glasses like this. He looks every bit the child he said he was, and as much as he tries to hide it still, it is something that still frightens him, particularly in this fog.

The door opens.]

...Thank you for this, [He says rather quietly, face somewhat red with embarrassment.]

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[Jesus. Noa's mannerisms, when paired with his snaky countenance, had always made it easy for Amanda to gloss over the fact that she works for a kid without much trouble. But now? This is a goddamn child in front of her, and everything's become more awkward and uncomfortable.]

The hell were you thinking, not having a secondary mode of entry? You never know what might happen. What if I'd injured my wings recently, what would you have done then?

[noasark]

I have a secondary mode...and a tertiary for that matter, they're all down, [he snips back, his tone wavering.] The roommate with flight still hasn't been found, they've been missing since last week...the option for smaller forms to enter in is out of the question...

The entire point of this place was that only certain methods would function, and of course it's been turned against me..! [he 'laughs', the dull red from his burns becoming slightly more visible up close.] Even as a basilisk, I could have at least climbed...

[retested]

You started off human and you didn't think to reserve a method possible for a human?

[He can't be expected to have predicted this specific event, but crazy shit happens all the time in this place, and only a fool doesn't leave themselves with some kind of "simple" emergency backup. Amanda's secondary entrance is time-consuming and dangerous, but the only way to render her incapable of using it would be to give her a lobotomy.]

Whatever. At least you're small now, I never could have flown you out of here the way you were. [She steps closer, bending down to peer at the red burn marks.] How bad is it?

[noasark]

I'm sorry, did you expect anything like this? [he growls.] Nearly everything that's hit this place has been bounced off my hide like a mirror thanks to half the charms we've been put under, and I still wouldn't change a thing about my exits even now.

...Not after I staked the Priest's head at least, [he mutters more to himself. Look, he likes to not be easily accessed.

He sighs, looking over his hands.] All over; think 'electrical burn', though it's fortunately toned down so far... [So far...]

[retested]

I have salve and bandages back at my place. You can help yourself.

[Standing up straight again now, she gives him a slightly wary eye.]

Am I gonna wound your pride by picking you up?

[noasark]

Hn! If it could have been wounded, Touya would have broken me hours ago, he was the one who found me when it happened, [he mutters, sighing. Still.] I'm ready when you are; nothing I could have to bring with me will be useful at this point...I just need to be able to get to the labs. I can use one of the doors to stay in Dyster from there.

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Good. [She bends again, this time with her arms out, and lifts him the way one might pick up a fussy child.] Legs around my waist, arms around my neck. Don't fuckin' choke me.

[If she runs out of air they're both going down. And nobody wants that.]

Ready?

[noasark]

[Ok so maybe he wasn't 100% honest about not feeling a little ashamed now. But if he says anything at this point? It's worse. So he just nods, holds on, and grimaces when his face is out of view.]

Ready. I won't be strangling you, trust me.

[retested]

You'd better not.

[And with no further warning than that, Amanda beats her wings and takes to the air. She's not putting a faerie circle down here, not where she won't be able to personally see to its later destruction (better safe than sorry), so they have no choice but to fly.

It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't so reckless about her flight. Once she'd grown confident in her abilities that confidence had, naturally, bred arrogance. Her method of flight is too fast and contains too many hairpin, last-second turns and dodges for anyone but her to feel safe.]

You want that salve or not?

[noasark]

[Oh he certainly won't-but this is certainly Noa's first flight by this method, and while the erratic flight won't have him strangling Amanda, this is definitely the closest to a hug she's ever getting from him lest he fall and crash into the ground.

Please....land soon...

Well eventually they're down, right? It takes him a moment to catch his breath, but soon enough he's able to properly answer.] ...If you could, yes-it's appreciated.

[retested]

[They touch down in a part of Bavan she's more familiar with, some side street or another that doesn't get a whole lot of foot traffic. She puts Noa down and, with a bit of focus, generates a faerie rings around the two of them. He likely hasn't seen one of hers before, not with how closely she tends to guard their appearance; it's made of bleeding tooth fungus.]

It's in my apartment, and this is the fastest way.

[noasark]

[Bleeding Tooth...he gives a pause-] ...How familiar... [A familiarity that Amanda likely recognizes the source of, given how often 'Hyde' would mysteriously find a way to follow its owner. Noa pulls himself from his distractions and nods, bracing himself.]

Ready when you are then.

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[Amanda's ready the moment he says that, and in a blink the two of them go from standing on the street to standing in the master bedroom of one particular apartment in the run-down, abandoned complex. Amanda's immediate living space and work areas area sight better kept-up than the rest of the building, but devices and pieces of devices are sitting everywhere in an order and layout only someone involved with Jigsaw could find logical.]

Lemme get it.

[Her medical supplies are in a small trunk below the bed, which she retrieves, unlocks, and kicks in Noa's direction. Inside he'll find salve and bandages, among a wealth of other supplies--disinfectant, medical tape, pilfered antibiotic ampules, a suture kit--and some less-than-medical looking tools like razor blades, lighters, and a goddamn hunting knife.]

Help yourself. [She nods towards an empty upside-down crate off to one side that he can use as a chair, since all of her actual chairs are currently taken up by supplies and projects.]

[noasark]

[It's an interesting sight to behold. So many tools and weapons, his eyes skim over what he's certain is only a fraction before they move to the supplies themselves. He gives a grateful nod, keeping mind of the crate he'll need to sit on while applying the salve to his arms.]

Thank you, [he says, opening the small trunk to carefully take out both the salve and a few bandages. A blade to cut the bandage with comes as an after thought-only when he remembers he no longer has his razor claws.]

[retested]

There are scissors in there somewhere. [She says this in an offhand way when he takes out a blade for the bandages; no need for him to put in that extra effort when an easier method is within reach, after all.]

So. The electricity in the fog did that?

[noasark]

Ah- [Blade replaced.] Much better...

...'His' electricity did. As you've probably seen, they're 'fighting'... ...not something that should be possible at this point.

[retested]

His forces came away from the last conflict with more territory, too. [Which is completely fucking unacceptable.]

We need to step up our game, and soon.

since we're deeeefinitely gonna have to roll with Second Search plan...

[noasark]

Aah, that we do. [he scowls bitterly at the thought, and eventually looks back to Amanda.] ...When we searched last time there was nothing however-and I'm fairly certain that if it was an attempt to ruin Our domain that caused that incident with the doors, the reverse will end in Dyster's ruin again.

[Not Good.] ....We must have missed something... [he mutters, wincing as he wraps bandage over his hands.]