9320/Blood and Ichor ... Three

Blood and Ichor ... Three
Date of Scene:	25 September 2019
Location:	Wellness Office - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Wolfsbane and Dr. McCoy check in on Jeremy.
Cast of Characters:	Loki, Wolfsbane, Beast
Tinyplot:	Asgard's Requiem

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Loki has posed:
The wellness medical room has been hit by some interesting events. It looks like someone inside had some kind of epic tantrum, or, well. That a telekinetic was in the room. The mansion has that sort of thing. Lots of small objects are thrown all over the place, a tray with a sandwich on it is upended on the floor at the end of the bed, and there's a lot of blood and strange, sticky blue-like ichor splattered on sheets and the bed rails where the boy, Jeremy, is laying.

Sheet is in a tangle, and the boy is lacking his hoodie now. His upper torso, lean due to his youth, is bare, but striped with blood and the bluish stuff. It's hard to decipher if he's actually injured: he must be, but he's reclined, both hands still covered in a mix of heavily stained bandages. His eyes are closed, he's resting, but the mess of everything is apparent. He isn't hooked to any machines, there's no IV, and he looks almost as pale as the sheet from blood loss, presumably.

Recently, there was another person bleeding heavily in the bed next to him: the curtain is still drawn, and there's a mess from that situation, but that person (Shannon) has since been moved away. Staff are keeping an eye on Jeremy, but the focus has been on caring for Shannon, as the boy is stable for the moment.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Whit in th' world..?" is what Wolfsbane is asking herself as she moves into the room once others have left to tend to Shannon or go about other business, leaving Jeremy alone. Still in 'costume,' she didn't get the chance to really see his condition before he was taken off to the medical areas, and the sight of the room has her hesitant to go any further. But he looks...all right, all things considered? Not connected to anything, at least. That must be a good sign.

Loki has posed:
The boy in the bed, barely fourteen in appearance, turns his head as he picks up on the movement from Rahne arriving. "Hi," he says weakly, as if it were an effort to even speak much at the moment. He just went through a considerably stressful thing, though, by all appearances.

"You're the wolf girl I met, right?" Jeremy asks quietly. "I looked for you outside. Would you... do something for me?" he asks, voice strained.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy has his lab coat on as he returns to check what's going on. "Good evening. Sorry, I had a class to take care of," he says, closing the door behind himself, taking stock of the situation.

Wolfsbane has posed:
It's been months since the last time Rahne can remember seeing Jeremy, which is odd in and of itself, but she's also been away from the mansion a lot. "Ahh, aye, tha's me," she answers. "Do whit? But first, whit happened?" She takes a step to one side as Henry enters. While she's got some medical knowledge, she's liable to defer to him especially with Jeremy seemingly stabilized.

Loki has posed:
As Jeremy is hooked up to zero monitoring, his exact status may be really hard to determine from anything. There are no notes about examinations of him, other than what the staff could quickly glean: he's been sliced up very heavily on his upper torso, arms, hands, head, and had some kind of unnatural blue ichor in the wounds. He was treated by Shannon at least partially, but his status now is mysterious.

"I um, I got attacked with some dark magic," Jeremy says, again, quiet. "Just take a thank-you to Shannon for me. Is she okay? They just took her away..."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy rumbles as he takes in the situation. "Shannon should be fine. So..." He checks his notes. "Jeremy. I'm sorry if this is a rude question, but this blue color... is that how you, or your blood, normally look? I'd like to run some tests, if you're alright with that, son."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"I can let her know," Wolfsbane nods, rubbing an elbow with a hand. She is, as usual, fuzzy even in here. "I've never seen any dark magic like this tha' I know o'." She tells Henry, "Tha' stuff there..it sort o' smells like decay." She motions to all the ichor around. "I'm no' sure whit it even is, but it's no' his blood."

Loki has posed:
"Shannon and I think it's some kind of evil tar in my veins, but no, it's not normal for me to have it," Jeremy says. He's also openly staring at Beast, ever since the doctor came in more fully for Jeremy to stare at. Because he's blue and hairy and Jeremy wasn't expecting it, by his expression. The boy does sit up more in the bed. "I tried to extract it a little while she healed me. I feel pretty good now, I was just taking a rest before I left---" explains Jeremy. "I don't think I need tests. I don't like needles."

"I want to give her something as thanks; can I give it to you?" he asks of Rahne.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is completely used to it, as it turns out. So he just smiles. "Alright Jeremy. Ah..." He flips through his notes, catching up with some more. "I uh.. I should be able to do this without needles, Jeremy. If this is Magic, and not... disease... then the tests I do should be able to confirm that quickly. And at that point I'll try to pull a few strings and get you some help with that, perhaps. Oh. I se a sample was already taken. So never mind. I think I will run a scan on that. In the meantime, are you hungry? Thirsty? In pain? Whatever you need, we'll take care of."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Nodding slowly, Wolfsbane leaves most of the talking about conditions and tests and needles and such to the one with the higher level of expertise. "Evil tar..sounds verra bad," is all she can really offer to that, her eyes diverting toward the floor until a question is asked of her. Nodding mutedly, she answers, "Aye, I can make sure she gets it." Maybe the talk of dark magic has her shutting herself away a bit.

Loki has posed:
"I think we knocked my sandwich onto the floor earlier, -- um, I'd like something to drink," Jeremy admits. There was a lot of commotion during the healing attempts. "And we have lots of samples all over," he adds dryly, his tone a little bit snarky, but, well: there's a mess of various ichor and blood on the bed, his bandages, the metal rail nearby: it's not pleasant. But there's plenty of gross samples to work with. "I feel pretty disgusting, honestly. Some pain, yes. I don't think Shannon got it all, but don't tell her that. She'll feel badly," the mage says, and smoothly draws his hands towards himself. A soft glow of light purple light sparks between his injured hands, in front of him on the bed, reflecting splatters of magic all around.

The dark ichor seems particularly reflective of the magic, making it light up as if a blacklight were shone on evidence. It's all over Jeremy, he looks splattered pretty thickly with it, in patterns of vein-like tree shapes on his hands, face, chest.

A small object materializes between his hands, the magic fading, and he extends it towards Rahne. It's about the size of a large pendant. "There. Tell her she can hold it tight if she needs something, and maybe I can help."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy tries his best to keep a pleasant face on for the young man, but th mess is a mess. "I may be able to get a hold of some magical people to help you, if you need it. But I'll do the tests and make ab solutely sure that ther'es nothing I can do for you, son. I'll have someone run to the kitchen, get you a sandwich or two, and some juice, and we'll get that taken right care of arilght?" Then the pendant is the center of attention. "That's kind of you."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane looks on with a curious and apprehensive expression as the pendant is formed through the glow of purple around the boy, the visual effects related to it quite something before the pendant is left behind. "Wow," she whispers, holding it carefully after giving it a close look. "An angel," she adds, keeping it in hand for the time being. Before she forgets about something else, the wolfen mutant asks, "How did this all happen? Ye said some sort o' dark magic. Did ye see anyone? Do anything? Was it in th' woods? I didna catch much more o' a scent around."

Loki has posed:
"So, I sort of grabbed onto something I shouldn't have, a demon-thing, to stop it. But it was for a good reason, saving my friend. I got really hurt, it entered into my hands, into my blood? Unsure. Anyway, I remembered you helped Dr. Strange here when I brought him. So I got myself here, and I sent a magic message inside, when I couldn't walk further," the boy answers Rahne, smiling a little at her reception of the magic pendant. He sets his hands in his lap at first, then tries to find a clean spot on his sheet to wipe his hands on. There really isn't one. "And it's worked out. Your healer took lots of damage away."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy grabs a towel and hands it to the boy when he needs it. "Well, why don't we try to get a hold of Dr. Strange, while I run my tests? I'll be back to check on you, sooner if I have anything new. Food should be here shortly. Do gets some rest, and don't worry, I'll be checking on Shannon as well."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Demons," Wolfsbane replies with notable distaste in her tone, even her expression twisting around visibly toward that end. "We saw..the fake girl," she adds, and while she doesn't exactly smile at that recent recollection, she's shaking her head at the encounter. "I suppose it got people oot tae ye in th' end, though. I'm glad ye seem like ye'll be all right."

Loki has posed:
"Could we maybe /not/ call Dr. Strange?" Jeremy asks, with a squint. Every teenager in the world wears that expression when, say, they get in an accident while they were out past their curfew. He doesn't really want to be caught. "I don't want to be in trouble, and I'm feeling so much better," says the boy. "Really, Shannon did her thing. Keep that one safe, she's good. But might be dying, so maybe check on her too. Food shortly, test results. I'm going to clean up some. I feel like demon intestines exploded all over me."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy points "Shower in the corner, Jeremy. And, well, if you're SURE, I won't contact Dr. Strange. Yet." He then winks, and heads out.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"I dinna know him anyway," Wolfsbane says of Dr. Strange. Chances are she won't be phoning him up. "I think I've been by tha' place o' his, though." Doesn't sound like she's too eager to go knocking, and she shares a glance with Henry that must indicate she knows that look on Jeremy's face right now. Even she's used it once or twice. "I'll, ah, go make sure Shannon is fine, then." She's reading clear signs that Jeremy is not very interested in further conversation with either of them.

Loki has posed:
Jeremy gives Hank a grin and wave. Appreciative, maybe, of not being caught being naughty quite yet. After the doctor leaves, Jeremy looks at Rahne thoughtfully. "I didn't kill her, I want to point out, in case it comes up later," the mage says firmly. He looks next to the bed, and carefully leans down to rescue his backpack there, slipping a small journal back inside it; he'd had it nearby.

"Thanks; already feeling a little naked," Jeremy says bashfully to the Rahne, as opposed to her sticking around to watch him shower, maybe. "Not as much as I could be," he adds, as if that were funny to him to say. And waves a little at her.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane 's brows scrunch together. "..her?" She waves it off after a moment, as if she doesn't really want to know right now. She's also taking care not to look any more than necessary anyhow. Jeremy would be too young as it is, and besides..she's seeing someone. "Well, ye make sure tae call for someone if ye need anything else. Th' food an' all should be here soon." The wave that's returned is a brief one, and she reaches for the door.

Loki has posed:
"Her, Shannon. Never mind. Do thank everyone for me," Jeremy answers, distracted. He pulls his backpack over a shoulder, and abruptly moves into another spell. It sweeps through the room, the ichor and blood melting away, like some strange Fantasia display without the magic brooms. He leaves the mess, but does clean up the biohazards. No reason to leave THAT much evidence everywhere.

He then slides out of the bed, a flash of sparkling blue and bronze light in the room-- and he's just -- gone.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Of course ye.." Did? Didn't? An arm flies up to protect Wolfsbane's face at the sudden display of the spell cleaning away...everything. "By th' holy rood!" she blurts, eyes plainly wide when the aftermath reveals a room in need of cleaning up, but no more Jeremy, no more blood or ichor or any of that stuff. The flash temporarily blinds her, just for a moment, and the end result is clear as soon as sight returns. "Oh, boy." She hurries out.