Elijah
When Seiji scuttled at full Cowardice Speed into the medical bay, he found Franklin and Alice working on the corpse with the defribulators while one prisoner was sprawled unconcious over his bed at an odd angle, and Greg was looking pleased with himself across the way. It was obvious something had gone wrong somewhere. In fact, it was clear that, as one pulse of the shock paddles after another struck the chest of the dead man that nothing was going to bring him back to the living. Even on Sapphire's rudimentary display in the Sister Sara it was obvious the man was as dead as the rocks outside.
Sister Sara
Speaking of Sapphire, Daziel was continuing to do his best to ignore her and Akemi's antics by continuing to prod Yori to grab a nap. "Go ahead and get some rest, darling. I'll see to the simple work and wake you when I'm done. Mister Strellan, do you need a nap as well, old boy?"
Niel's head shot up with a quick snort, he clearly having been asleep in his wheelchair again.
"Right," Daziel gave him a pat on the shoulder, "You take yourself a nap as well, dear fellow. I'll gather the both of you when this is all over... And..." Daziel's eyes seemed to take on a mischevious light as he indicated that he may have reviewed security footage from the night before. "If you two would like to maybe share a single room, I will of course be discreet about your activities."
Over in the armory, Sylphie manifested a cartoonish-looking broom in a puff of volumetric smoke and zipped around the corner, then stopped short in front of Akemi, her conical hat tilting dangerously forward and low in a comical way before the tiny witch got it straightened back up. She shifted on her tiny volumetric broom and explained with a matter-of-fact expression, "Well, I don't actually want to watch you do biological things to each other." She then blushed and worked her index fingers as a flexing bridge between her hands, "After all, it's not like I can feel anything, y'know... Down there. Or anywhere for that matter."
She then turned on Mako, who was her typically chosen size and asked, "What about you? I bet you can feel loads of stuff. What feels really good, down there?"
When Seiji scuttled at full Cowardice Speed into the medical bay, he found Franklin and Alice working on the corpse with the defribulators while one prisoner was sprawled unconcious over his bed at an odd angle, and Greg was looking pleased with himself across the way. It was obvious something had gone wrong somewhere. In fact, it was clear that, as one pulse of the shock paddles after another struck the chest of the dead man that nothing was going to bring him back to the living. Even on Sapphire's rudimentary display in the Sister Sara it was obvious the man was as dead as the rocks outside.
Sister Sara
Speaking of Sapphire, Daziel was continuing to do his best to ignore her and Akemi's antics by continuing to prod Yori to grab a nap. "Go ahead and get some rest, darling. I'll see to the simple work and wake you when I'm done. Mister Strellan, do you need a nap as well, old boy?"
Niel's head shot up with a quick snort, he clearly having been asleep in his wheelchair again.
"Right," Daziel gave him a pat on the shoulder, "You take yourself a nap as well, dear fellow. I'll gather the both of you when this is all over... And..." Daziel's eyes seemed to take on a mischevious light as he indicated that he may have reviewed security footage from the night before. "If you two would like to maybe share a single room, I will of course be discreet about your activities."
Over in the armory, Sylphie manifested a cartoonish-looking broom in a puff of volumetric smoke and zipped around the corner, then stopped short in front of Akemi, her conical hat tilting dangerously forward and low in a comical way before the tiny witch got it straightened back up. She shifted on her tiny volumetric broom and explained with a matter-of-fact expression, "Well, I don't actually want to watch you do biological things to each other." She then blushed and worked her index fingers as a flexing bridge between her hands, "After all, it's not like I can feel anything, y'know... Down there. Or anywhere for that matter."
She then turned on Mako, who was her typically chosen size and asked, "What about you? I bet you can feel loads of stuff. What feels really good, down there?"