Comic 293 - Patch up

Posted on 28th Aug 2017, 6:39 PM in Unfathomable Hate
Patch up

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Morgenstern 28th Aug 2017, 6:39 PM edit delete
You double check that the man in the helmet is dead. He most definitely is. You take his heart helmet.

You focus for a moment on slowing you and Fuse's bleeding. You help Fuse walk back to the office area, where you begin to patch up his wound. There's a medkit mounted to the wall, so you don't use what's left of your personal supplies. You also give him a mild painkiller effect.

"He got a few hits on me... I ended up swinging him toward the door. He might've been alright if his helmet wasn't made of metal. I guess he was hiding... under the bartender...?"

Fuse pauses, reeling at his own words.

"He was covered in blood. I guess he just... stayed buried under the gore in that crate until he got the signal to go. Must've been good at holding his breath... he'd have been submerged in bartender chunks that whole time."

You properly bandage up Fuse's wrist and leg wounds, and double check his arm burns from a while back. Though you don't feel it (because you are seriously hopped up on self-induced painkiller right now), you realize that your wrist may be sprained. The wrist is bruised and swelling, and you've lost some use in that hand. It probably happened when the tiger masked woman made you relinquish your gun.

Fuse helps you pull the remaining pieces of glass out of your back. You bleed on some of your remaining bandages, letting you properly clean up and bandage your own back... at least, as best you can with what you have. "You might... wanna keep your painkiller mode up for a while. Your back is not in a good way right now."


Mochi 28th Aug 2017, 7:12 PM edit delete reply
thanks, buddy. fuse is a good friend. i figure if the generator was going to go it would've by now, so maybe we should hit up michelle and figure out how to actually turn it off.

then i say we have her make an entrance.
rufiangel 28th Aug 2017, 7:44 PM edit delete reply
Double up on what Mochi said. We still are stuck because the vents are still a gas trap. If there wasn't a door past the shield generator, then unless we get to moving those crates of explosives (very very carefully) we're stuck. We need to get to Caius somehow still. Speaking of which, can we check on the guy real quick? Let him know we're kind of trying really hard not to get killed so sorry for the delay. -_-a
Mochi 28th Aug 2017, 7:55 PM edit delete reply
yeah we've kind of almost been killed by four different people... he's probably just trying not to have a panic attack, or maybe making silly mouth noises like michelle did. too bad we don't have any acid left or we might've been able to use it to melt through the vent cover. maybe there's more in the cupboard on the counter?
rufiangel 28th Aug 2017, 7:51 PM edit delete reply
Also, can I just say that the fact heart helmet was hiding under "bartender chunks" the whole time is just ajdgwjdifhenskdh XD;;;;;;;
Crestlinger 28th Aug 2017, 7:55 PM edit delete reply
Gather the stuff that spilled from our first aid kit in the fight with the tiger lady, check the pockets of the newly dead, specifically for cellphones. Clean up the helmets as able welder for Fuse and give him the axe, tiger one for us and the pipe.
Do an inventory check.
Guest 28th Aug 2017, 8:12 PM edit delete reply
Gather the loot for now, check to make sure Fuse is doing ok (emotionally/mentally), at least going off of how he seemed to react for a second there.
rufiangel 28th Aug 2017, 9:06 PM edit delete reply
Now that you mention it, this warehouse has been a bloodbath so far. I mean, the whole place is littered with corpses and people trying to kill us. Fuse seems to be holding up REALLY well considering.

Then again, he's the dude who helped us dump two cop bodies. So maybe he's not so easy to faze, being a dude from the 'wild west' of the Lower Tiers. :/

Still, good idea to still check in on him. We're probably not faring too well either emotionally/mentally speaking; we just saw someone blow their own brains out. Not to mention we're hopped up on painkillers. XD;