The Parts That Are Lost

[Ash]

(okay)

"Thank you.............I think you were one of a few people who could help me................."

[Archetype 401]

A quiet beep can be heard and Archetype decides to continue on towards the plaza and downtown area. His eyes shift constantl, the little beams of his scanners outlining everything with infrared light.

The muffled hissing and clanking of gears and joints sound throughout the street as the giant Android moves towards his destination with quick ease.

((I'm about a mile away from the Ministry of Terror, for anyone wondering "Where the hell is that Android???))

[Zinn]

Zinn also looks completely horrified. She takes a deep breath.

Zinn's face undergoes a complete change. She is shocked, but she buries it. She will have to do her best. She begins to look Mikhael over.

"Five lacerations to the ribs, through the external obliqes... those will need stitches. Multiple smaller lacerations. Many will scar, but there are topical creams that are available to make scars less visible. There is also microderm abraision and laser treatment. Both are rather expensive, but the scars won't be visible anymore, considering. Personally, I haven't bothered, but he might want to. Bassarov, do you have a shower? We need to clean him off," Zinn says in a business-like manner.

"Lots of blood loss. He might be in shock. We need to warm him up. I wish I had transfusion equipment right now. He probably needs blood. He also needs a tetanus shot. Whatever... did the damage looks like it was rusty."

She looks at Bassarov, and then stares at her shoes.

"This... um... this is actually more common than you think. Don't worry. I fact, I think I know a place where we can get him healed up properly. He... he won't be able to have children or anything, but he won't have any... loss of function..." Zinn says, her cheeks flaring up.

"I shouldn't be embarrassed, you know? Shame is a product of society. It's so hard to abandon things like that though, once they've been put into you."

Zinn takes another calming breath. "He'll also need to take hormones. Those aren't hard to find though."

Zinn smiles weakly.

"Things are going to be OK."

It's a lie, but she wants to make Bassarov feel a little better.

"We should wash Mikhael off, and then I'll run down to the pharmacy, and the Black Market, to get disinfectant, gloves, masks, surgical thread, a tarp, and some pain killers."

Zinn feels that it is important that she tells Bassarov exactly what she is doing. She finds it comforting when she knows what is going on.

"Do you know anyone strong who can help move him? I don't want to hurt him or anything, and frankly, I doubt either of us could do it. He's pretty buff."

[Fascia]

"Yes, even though he seems to be a little off what I would like him to be, he is still our son. I only hope that he can begin to learn what it is to be an elf, and to be proud of his heritage.

I guess I will start packing then. Kakashi, I am glad that we will be... seeing more of eachother. There are very few people in my life that I care about, and, well... it is always good to know that they are around."


I really don't have that many things, I am not the type of person that accumulates trinkets and the like. I have my clothes, weapons (which have been stowed away during their disuse), cups and plates: that sort of thing. It really shouldn't take me very long to move. I will, however, have to talk to my supervisor and see if she can transfer me to a ministry in Helsinki. Maybe I can even do something other than a desk job, it never has been much of my style. It has been more of a fall-back job than anything else. I suppose that being a mother will have to come first, though. I wonder if I will be able to work still, or if I will have to stay home with young Illidan.

[Kaieka]

"Hmm... I guess I've never been much of a crafts sort of person. I do like art, however. We could paint some. I used to paint quite a bit in my former years, though I don't actually have any art supplies right now. We could find some though, and paint... portraits of one another. It could be a wonderful form of expression.

How about that?"

I hate to see Illidan sad. He is my only friend and he is usually such a happy go lucky sort of person. It is not normal for him to be all down like this. I hope that by doing something that he would enjoy, his spirits will be rejuvinated.

[Hedeon]

Milliseconds before the shots hit, Hedeon raises his shadow shield, the impact of the rounds push him back significantly, but he braces for it. No time to cast a spell, he closes the distance between himself and Peter. He swings with his shadow sword in a downward motion.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I lay there unconscious, and in a state of shock, but semi aware. The humiliation runs deep, and if I could cry, I would.

((Not to draw any more attention to this than already has been, but thank you for your sympathies))

[Illidan]

"This does sound fun. You always make me feel better. I felt so angry that my mother and father don't approve of me. I just have to prove them wrong. I am a fine person. We all have our quirks."

Illidan grabs some thick and course paper. He goes to his art supply closet and gets his water colors.

"I like water colors since it won't stain. Oil takes so long to dry."

He starts to do a water color of Kaieka.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I will call someone here to carry him so he can get washed off. This is so...unexpected. It is all my fault. I should not be allowed to live." Bassarov puts his head down and calls some rebels to move and to wash Mischa. He trusts that Zinn can take care of getting supplies. She is a capable woman. As for Bassarov, he sits down feeling grief, guilt, and shock. He is hardly able to help at all.

[Hatake Kakashi]

"So am I. I'm going to go and make sure everything is liveable at the house, then I'll come back to check on you before I go to get Illidan."

[Archetype 401]

Reaching downtown Moscow, Archetype decides to position himself in his normal spot. A dark alleyway that is slightly elevated, the road on a subtle tilt so that rain water will run down into the sewers.

Yet the ramp-like street has it's other uses: giving Archetype 401 a grand over view of all that happens within the main square. His turns of his sensor beams, causing his eyes to glow a dim red, making his position in the alley less than obvious.

His motors slow and the quiet humming stops as he stands motionless, scanning the crowd for any persons who might match a profile he has in store.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter drops the gun in his left hand and summons Numistar. The sword, wrapped with white fire, meets the strike from the faerie's attack while Peter continues to fire steadily on the dragon with his right hand. "You are both in my way. Stand aside and let me pass."

[Aristarchus]

I am in my human form, but still maintain weaker versions of many of my powers.

-I grab my serpent sword and rush at Peter. Just as it looks like I will strike him, I open my mouth and spew acid vomit in his direction instead.

-"Bwaaaaaaaaaa!!" I barf at him.

[Hedeon]

Despite Hedeon's sword being made of shadow, the air is filled with a loud clanging noise when their swords meet. A little acid splashes on Hedeon, and he takes a stride backwards.

"Watch where you're aiming." He says without acknowledging Aristarchus, then lunges towards Peter.

[Peter "The Owl"]

((Mind saying something about the dozen armor piercing .60 calibur bullets I shot at you there, dragon boy?))

Peter's right gun clicks empty as the dragon rushes and spits acid at him. Peter activates the Light Sheild's mass reduction system and throws himself backwards, hugging the wall, removing the pressure on Hedeon's blade and reducing his width to one tenth it's normal value.

This leaves most of the hallway open and puts the faerie and the dragon nearly face to face.

((Hedeon, might want to evade that acid. It looks painful.))