Channelknight Fadran

Fadran follows them through the gate. While he has been through these Universal gates before, it's never really a fun experience.

"Let's go! Explore some more Universes! Yeah!" That was surprisingly exuberant. Icona notes. Trying to stay upbeat for the crew, right? Fadran replies.

EXCUSEZ-MOI???? IT ALREADY EXISTS? *Composes self* Frick.

"No, no it is not, but I also don't care."

"Yeah sorry about... punching you in the face with a fireball."

Fadran feels that Elaine no longer requires Healing, then steps back. "Thanks... Baalhan."

"Calm down, she's going to be fine." Fadran winces as Elaine grimaces at the pain. "Animosity will help no one at this point. She's stable, but she's going to need extensive healing later. Poison's burned out, bleeding's plugged, broken bone is splinted and Healing, but those wounds are going to take time to heal completely."

"In our defense," Fadran replies, "you did kinda sorta attack us first. And she did kinda sorta try to kill me." He did one more search of Elaine's bloodstream; he couldn't find any more poison. "Alright, I think that's it for the poison. Now for that femur..." He places his hand on the newly-made splint and starts Healing the break. "This is going to hurt; a lot. Fixing bones on a whim is not a fun process."

Fadran pushes away the holed--trying to do so as lightly as he could. "Give her space. Yes, there are three healers crowding her half-dead corpse, but she's going to need more air than that." He locates another source of poison, wincing visibly. "My gosh, how much poison does she have?"

"Perfect, thanks." Fadran taps it the best he can with his limited exposure to Investiture, then continues Healing the poison.

Fadran finishes Healing Enter a Username. He takes a swig from a bottle at his left--antibiotics mixed with hot chocolate--then turns to Elaine, muttering to himself. "Come on, Fadran. Remember what Auntie Laurel used to say: never boil someone unless you plan not to heal them later!" He looks all over her, unsure of where to begin. Icona, Fadran says, I'm going to need an autopsy. Forge a Spirit Bond to her first, Icona replies, no-can-do if I can't even see the darned woman. Fadran Forges a Spirit Bond to Elaine, then reverts to telepathically talking with Icona again. What do we got? A LOT of stuff, Icona replies, burns--that'd be your fault--and blood loss, some broken bones, and I think there's some poison in there. Fadran telepathically sighs, then asks, either blood or poison first. Which is worse? Poison. Icona says. Most definitely poison. Get someone else to staunch the blood flow, and stabalize her femur. Are you kidding me? Fadran asks. She managed to break her femur? I'm impressed. Fadran starts Healing her, feeling around for the poison. Upon finding the source, he attempts to neutralize it with some Health Compounds. "Keep going with that salve, Vapor. Try to find where it's worst, first. Her femur's broken, so someone needs to stabalize that before I can fix it. The poison's moving fast; I'll have to focus entirely on that." He sneezes--the first symptom of over-healing. "And if anybody happens to have any Alchemagitechs that convert air into Health Faiden Clusters or something, that would be great." Why in Ranoc's mother would one of these people have one of those? Icona asks. Not only are Alch-MTs Universally-specific, but so far the only planet to have invented them is the Iconar Collective! "Fine. If anybody has any way of keeping me alive while I heal her, that would be great."

I just found this, and I don't have the time to read it right now, but I'll see when I can. I got to "humans aren't real" and snorted.

Fadran stops, panting. He lowers his Channeblade, looking around at the chaos. The holed begging to be spared, the anonymous's heartbeat slowing steadily, Q and Kindness desperately trying to do all they could amidst the discord. First thing's first, Fadran tells himself, Enter a Username. He runs to Enter's side, placing his hand on Enter's head. He Forges a Spirit Bond to Enter, siphoning his own Health Compounds into Enter. Hopefully his Channelblade would help him maintain the connection and heal Enter enough without killing himself. What was happening with me? Fadran wonders. For a moment there... I was just so chaotic. Icona? Experience, unfortunately. Icona replies. The sharder? Fadran asks. Experience, Shard of Adonalsium? No, no. Icona corrects him. Actual experience, not the Cosmotic representation of it. You've been fighting for so long... defending the Iconar Collective from Ranoc, fighting monsters in every realm you've happened upon. It's been taxing, and unfortunately, it's all gone to your head. You can't stop the fighting reflex any longer. But I'm a scholar, not a fighter! Fadran replies. There's nothing I can do about that. Icona finishes. Fadran nods, then continues Healing Enter a Username. He can feel the reserve of Health Compounds in his Channelblade running dry; he'd be using his own Health soon.

Watch your six. Icona says. Working on it! Fadran replies. But my twelve is also of interest to me. He strikes aside Santonio's sword in an attempt to stab him in the chest. Simultaneously, he kicks backwards with one of his feet and summons a column of flame, hurling it at the other holed.

Thanks, Fadran replies, also, Icona is NOT a god. A deity, Icona agrees, I am a deity. Fadran runs at Santonio and attacks him with his Channelblade.

HOLY!!! Fadran yells at Icona. BRAIN HELP!!! HELP I BRAIN NEED!!!! What in tarnation are you talking about? Icona asks. BRAIN HELP!!! Yes, I caught that, but--oh. Icona hesitates. You did take Mind Illusion blockage classes, right? This isn't Drakefell, lord Omnipotent sir. Fadran replies, deflecting an attack from Elaine. This is some mysterious magic thing! He wants to be let in. Holding it back, I can do. Exploit it... can you help me with that?

Fadran backflips away from Elaine, summoning his Channelblade and deflecting one of her knives. He blows aside her attacks casually (or at least, casually on the surface. Beneath, the stress levels were significantly higher). "I have no intention of harming your kingdom--I'm just a scholar!"

"Just multiverse searching!" Fadran replies, smiling. "Now, I have to ask--why are you here?"

Boy, I haven't touched this place in awhile...