Faust staggers out of the car and attempts to pat the storm on the head, but falls to his knees puking midway through. Probably a good thing, don't wanna get zapped. The elemental's services are now spent, and she departs in a puff of mist and thunder.




Allie makes up her mind. MEDICINE CALLS FOR HER. NO TIME TO NOTICE THE PAIN. NO TIME TO MOURN HER ELBOW.

The elf has taken 11P damage, so this will take a Force 11 Heal, a particularly tiresome spell. Hopefully she'll manage to make it work!

*HEALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

Allie manages to heal 3P damage. Enough to stabilize the patient, but not enough to glue her face back on. Magic can only do so much when the parts are in incorrect positions! Allie takes 7P Drain.

She looks at her work with some satisfaction, then notices her view is getting a bit blurry. Perhaps she strained her wounded body too much? Yeah, must be that. Good time for a nap, right? Regain your energies, hopefully stop the bleeding from your nose and mouth and eyes and-


You all notice Allie's broken form slump over the elf's. Is she okay?



Vargall does his best to make sure all his best buddies are safe. Pilsner? Yeap, under the back seat. Stout? Right in his jacket pocket. Scotch? Hiding behind the pedals, you sneaky raccoon. Bock?

...

Only glass shards and spilled liquid remain of Bock.

BOCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Backsmasher twiddles his thumbs and considers the past few minutes. Slightly bumpy ride, but not TOO uncomfortable. He could get used to it.




Bright decides he's been through FAR too much to be sober right now. He opens his fridge.

A - Big Beer
B- Crevice Spike
C- Absinthe
D- Aztlan Rum
E- Moonshine


What will you do/drink?

Faust tries to focus and summon a spirit. The air shimmers in front of him, then-

*fizzle*

...

Faust tries again! He focuses all of his remaining energies, almost passing out from the strain, and-

He falls to the ground, barely conscious. Oh look, it's Her. She's back. He tries to mutter instructions for Her, but she already knows. Smiling, she floats over to the two unconscious girls.



Allie dreams of blood. Bags upon bags of O-negative blood, ready to be used. Bodies, still fresh and warm, each a trove of fleshy goods. She can barely wait to carve, and cut, and-

*COUGH COUGH*

Allie awakes almost drowning in a puddle of her own blood on top of the elf lady's torso. What the drek just happened? She becomes even more confused when the woman suddenly awakens with a gasp, frantically grasping at her own face. It seems... Normal? There's a scar on the back of her cheek, but-

The elf promptly vomits and starts crying.



Vargall, still mourning the loss of his good friend, offers Allie a bottle of strong scotch. To ease the pain of her still-broken arm, perhaps?


MEANWHILE




Bright organizes his beverages alphabetically. As he closes the fridge door, there is a mild fanfare sound and he is momentarily enveloped by a bright golden flash.

Bright has leveled up! Bright has gained 1 Karma.



What will you do?

Faust lies down to rest for a moment. Just... Just a few minutes, and...

"Would you like me to help you as well?~"




Allie wastes no time. Finding a piece of plastic to bite onto, she grabs her arm and-

"AAAAAAAH"
"♥♥♥♥"
"GAAAAAAH"
"♥♥♥♥"
"GODDAMMIT"

*SNAP*

...that took a few tries, but at least it's in place now. It still needs a splint, probably.




Everyone pauses to look at backsmasher. Sounds like he's onto something!


What will you do?