8900/Dracul Rising: Blood of the Snake

Dracul Rising: Blood of the Snake
Date of Scene:	02 January 2022
Location:	Somewhere Beneath Queens, New York
Synopsis:	The Heliopolitans rescue the Archivist from the Irappu. Two vampires are killed, one gets away, and Jubilee is hurt!
Cast of Characters:	Jonathan Sims, Marc Spector, Jubilation Lee, Tara Tsabedze, Lydia Dietrich

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Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The Midnight Mission is eerily silent by the time Moon Knight responds to the subtle pull sent out by Khonshu in response to a desperate prayer from his friend. The reason for the call becomes clear by the time he arrives--hours too late, the evidence of magical water long gone, but there are signs of a struggle and the dead bodies of several vampires that look like they were killed by a rain of fire. By the looks of it, someone was backed up against the statue of Bast. Whatever killed the vampires burst outward from that spot.

    At the base of the statue of Thoth sit three items: the Archivist's ankh-topped staff, the golden bracer Moon Knight gave him, and the latest model phone from Stark Tech. There's also a note nailed to the statue: "If you want your Archivist back, come to these coordinates." The provided directions are clearly for somewhere beneath Queens.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight stands beneath the statue of Thoth, he has removed the note and placed it on the altar before the statue, along with the staff (now collapsed into it's escrima size) and bracer. He runs a hand over the hole. He had done his best to make the place presentable, righting overturned furniture and lighting. The bodies--what was left of them--were piled into a corner of the mission. He would dispose of them later. Other matters were more important. Always something more important these days.

    He had sent out a call... an actual call this time using a *phone* and told each person who answered to meet him at the Mission and that there had been an incident--he would give details when people arrived. Now he waits, eyeing the hole punched into the base of the statue. He could fix it. Would fix it. But it still bothered him. Stone should be able to endure punishment. The pyramids endured... this should be no different. Why did the small nail hole bother him so much?

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "So, I'm thinking, drug deal gone bad?" The voice is unmistakably that of Jubilee: cheery but with the stereotypical fry of a girl who grew up in Beverly Hills. She was in the neighborhood to pick up the things she left in the Midnight Mission, a final clearing out of the safe room that had been loaned to her in the basement, but this evening had other plans. Jubilee steps over the first body, then the second, before finally bending down to pick up one of the lifeless arms. After looking at it for a moment, she lets it go.

    "I gotta say, this isn't looking good," Jubilation points out, looking over at Moon Knight as she approaches. "Big pile of bodies. Probably vampires. Known vampire hater is the one on the lease..." But then, when she gets closer, the situation becomes more obvious and her joking stops. "What is it?" she asks, her voice getting quiet, the enthusiasm melting out of it.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Shortly after taking the call, Tara stepped from the shadows that form behind the statue of Bast and into the room. There is no sound, no pop or bamf, merely the female emerging as if a door has opened.

Her eyes scan the room as she walks toward Marc, then settle on him. The scents in the air hung thick and assaulted her nostrils, but she accepted this as information that might be useful. The living, the dead, everything had a unique scent.

"This does not bode well," she offers quietly, East African accent touching her words. "I will wait for the others to arrive before bombarding you with questions, for now I will continue to attempt scent tracking the room."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
With all that's been going on, Lydia still has obligations for the Heliopolitans, and when Moon Knight gave her a call... an actual physical call, she has to answer. She shows up dressed practically. Loose black slacks, boots and a burgundy turtleneck sweater. If she could feel it she probably would have been cold out in the winter air, but as such it doesn't bother her a bit.

"You called," Lydia says as she walks into the Mission. "What's going on?" Her eyes drifts to the statue of Thoth. "What happened to the statue?"

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight turns as those who he managed to contact arrive. "Jon has been taken..." he says, moving around before the altar and snatching the note. To the vampires' and Kivuli's enhanced sense of smell the writing while legible is done in old blood. Very old blood. Small favors at least.

    "As much as I can see, he was attacked by them..." he gestures to the remains of the vampires, "and managed to defend himself. But was eventually overwhelmed." He sighs and then does something unexpected. He removes his mask.

    The man underneath looks a bit haunted. His features: olive toned skin, dark curly hair, a strong jawline (currently dusted with a five of clock shadow), and expresive brown eyes give evidence to a rather handsome man. "I screwed up. I let my hatred of Bushman overtake my duties to the rest of you... I'm sorry."

    He tosses the note back on the altar. "It's obviously a trap. I don't expect you to follow me blindly, but I am asking... please. Help me save him. No orders. No commands. Just me, Marc--that's my name--asking you to help me save a friend."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "You're forgiven."

    Jubilation's enthusiastic quips going basically ignored by everyone isn't enough to snuff out her fire. She's ready with another one, as Marc's appeal to the group's collective empathy seems to just blow right past her. Empathy, in this case, has no purpose to the monster inside her.

    "Well. Now we know why you wear that mask," Jubilation teases. Her cocky smile lingers for a moment before fading away. "I'll get my stuff." Down in the basement, there's a room dedicated to keeping Jubilee out of the sunlight, and it has a go-bag with wooden stakes, holy water, and even a UV flash light. She ramps up into a slight jog as she goes to retrieve it.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Continuing her slow walk around the room, Tara breaths in through her mouth and nose at the same time. This is the way that cats 'taste' a scent, memorize both the olfactory aspect, as well as the distinguishing marks of the scent through taste as well. Coming back around to where Marc stands, she takes a moment to repeat the same motion over the note and instantly her nose wrinkles.

For a moment she studies Marc's face, never having seen it before. This was important to him, and even if it was someone that Tara herself didn't know, the end result would have been the same.

"Of course I will assist you my friend," she says quietly, watching him toss the note back onto the alter. "I consider Jon a friend as well. You are likely correct that this is likely a trap, you can count on me to assist in any way I can." Her eyes flicker to the note again. "It is written in old blood, not Jon's."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia scowls. "Jon doesn't deserve this. With the angels and... now this." She shakes her head. "I'm with you, Marc. Let's go get our friend back."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The group leaves the Midnight Mission and heads down into the sewers, through damp tunnels and dank crossroads, to a tunnel that looks much like any other. 20 feet across, an arched ceiling 8 feet high at the tallest, with two walkways to either side of the drain channel. There's a hole busted in the side of the sewer that leads into what looks like it might have been an underground factory of some kind in the long gone past.

    There is no resistance, no sign of guards, though there is, to enhanced senses, a faint sound of cheering further in, and the scent that vampires did patrol here not long ago. The group will have nothing to bar their passage into this particular trap.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight (he put the mask back on after thanking everyone) moves with nothing resembling grace as he makes his way through the sewer system to the coordinate location given. After all, if they're expecting him far be it for him to worry about stealth. The white of his breastplate and leg plates (he still hasn't managed to get his main suit fixed from the damage done by Bushman) shines in the dim light drawing all eyes to him in the gloom.

    He bears his usual armaments but has added a large, heavy cudgel of dull metal to the mix which he carries in his right hand. Jon's own collapsable staff is tied to his belt a persistent thumping with each step and the Archivist's bracer is in one of his pouches. The others can worry about masking themselves from detection, he was out for two things... rescue and destruction. He would get his friend back and kill any of the fools who may get in his way.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation follows behind Moon Knight, just behind him, as they trek through the sewers. More and more, she has been saying things that would suggest a gentle slide towards darkness. "This is, like, the last place I'd be hiding out if I was them. These guys /seriously/ need to re-think their whole operation..." she announces as the group treks through the tunnels.

    Sometimes, it's just not a great thing to have enhanced senses. "It smells like what I imagine Ohio smells like..." Jubilation moans. She makes a show of reaching up with one hand and pinching her nose between her thumb and index finger. "Hey, why shouldn't you play poker with a plumber?" Jubilee turns to look over her shoulder at Tara and Lydia before waiting a beat. "Because a good flush beats a full house." Her eyebrows rise a touch before her smile fades and she goes back to keeping her eyes on the path ahead.

    "I'm hearing some voices," she warns, but that's about all the information she's giving. Whose side is she on, anyway?

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
The word ew best describes how Tara moves, attempting not to actually touch anything yet still moving with elegant feline grace. The foul nature of the place they were made it difficult for her nose, already sensitive the aroma of the sewers was like a constant assault but it didn't stop her from keeping track of their path and searching out new scents as they went.

Remaining quiet, she follows right behind the chatter box that is Jubilation, though there is a slight grin on her face as a result of that horrible, horrible joke.

Left ear turns toward the sound, "I hear the voices as well." She finally offers very quietly.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The room the group finally comes to is made of ancient metal, a cross between a cage and an auditorium. The air is thick with the smell of oxidized iron and blood. The floor is a heavy mesh marked with stains of black, brown, and deep red. There is a level high up on the walls that allows viewing of the central space and more room beyond that allows for the same. That level is filled with masked figures in dark robes. All variations of animals are represeted by the masks. Canine, feline, serpentine, avian and all are stylize in the make of the Egyptian gods.

    At the center of the room is a table in a tilted upright position perhaps 10 degrees shy of true perpendicular. The table is surrounded by a circle of Egyptian hieroglyphs and looks arcane, somehow. Magical. On the table is Jonathan Sims, strapped down and looking about as pale as he can with his brown skin. He's bleeding from his neck and forearms; the vampires have clearly been having a good Archivist snack.

    Three figures stand before the table, each wearing a mask. One with a wolf, one a serpent, one a frog. The one in the wolf mask turns as the group comes out of an opening in the wall of the place and says, "Ahh, finally, you arrive. The Moon Knight, I see... along with two vampires and an abomination. Hardly a fair fight." He focuses on Lydia, briefly. "Be sure she lives, would you?"

Marc Spector has posed:
    "Cute..." Moon Knight replies to Jubilation's quips, only the barest hint of amusement entering his grim tone. At the relayed information he nods. "Good... let's not keep them waiting, shall we?" before he breaks into a jog, his bootfalls echoing in the subteranean closeness.

    As they enter the large chamber and are greeted by a trio of hosts he looks over his shoulder. "Jubilee, Lydia, you're with me. Tara... get to Jon by any means necessary." Then without waiting for confirmation, he throws himself at the largest figure before them, cudgel raised and silence his battle cry.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "I try," is Jubilee's only response to Moon Knight, shrugging one of her shoulders with a tilt of her head in the opposite direction. She does try. When they step into the chamber, Jubilation's nose wrinkles immediately. So many smells. Sounds. So many masks. And there, in the center of it, Jonathan Sims, stuck in one of the situations Jubilee would never admit that she had imagined herself.

    "What are you guys, like, on Rumspringa or something?" Jubilation announces, smirking a little as she loosens the strap on her backpack. She brings it around the front and pulls out Mister Pointy, a wooden stake with a Sharpie'd monocle and mustache.

    There's not much time for her trademarked sass, though, because the time for action is now. "Hey, you said no orders!" Jubilee shouts as she charges in with Moon Knight. It's a technicality, but one that a teenage mind is quick to latch onto. She leaps into the air with Mister Pointy held high!

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Tara jogs after Marc, already beginning the process of change. Instead of the bright silver white flash of light, her body seems to glow momentarily and then she is just larger, thicker, more fur over her body, the war form of the Kivuli and Bast Herself.

Listening to the vampires pretend they're all that threatening, one thing crosses her mind... Abomination? Really? She snorts softly, whatever. The lack of knowledge on their part would be their own mistake. Looking to Marc she nods once, then scans the area. Only three between them and Jon, they most likely intend to use magic against the group but her priority was Jon.

Beginning a sprint on all fours, she attempts to jump up and over the three. If the ceiling is low, she'll use it by digging her claws in to gain purchase before attempting to come back behind them by Jon. If the ceiling is to high, she will merely attempt a full body flip to land behind the three by Jon. One way or another, she will find a way over the three to Jon if she can.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The vampires were ready for this, it seems. As the group throws themselves at the vampires, they throw up shields that block easy attacks, and each finds themself targeted by a bolt of angry red magic, something that is likely to siphon energy from anything it touches. This is from the one in the wolf mask and the one in the frog mask, each well-powered from drinking the blood of a homo magi.

    The figure in the serpent mask raises his hands and a wall of ice appears before the circle in the middle of the room, walling it off so that it's not so easy for Tara to try to just flip over them to get to the Archivist. If she's not careful, she'll crash right into that wall; either way, she won't be landing behind them just now.

    "We will turn him--we can turn you, too, new one," the frog mask hisses in a feminine voice. "He is almost ready for us... and you were prepared long ago. Come to us and you, too, can enjoy the fruits of our hunts."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight converges on the man with the serpent mask, the largest of the trio. The red magical strike splashes against his chest piece and causes his steps to falter. He growls in anger and surges through the fatigue, the strength of his patron surging through him despite the moon's lack of showing this night.

    He swings his cudgel at the shield presented before him and the strike rebounds off it. He growls at the large man. "Too afraid of the Fist of Khonshu to fight me directly?" he asks as he swings again at the magical barrier, maybe it'll break with overwhelming force put to it.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    The sound of wood echoes against cement as Mister Pointy hits the ground, totally pristine and clean of any vampire viscera. Jubilee's attack, obvious and clumsy as it was, is parried by a blast of dark, red magic, sending the vampiress tumbling back down. Jubilation's scream, high-pitched and shrill, marks a point scored for the cult of vampires and their trap.

    Jubilation's form rises and falls as her chest fills and empties with dank air. She has no use for it, no need, but her body slips into an old instinct. When the girl stands, her knees, elbows, and even cheeks are smeared with gravel and blood -- her blood -- and Mister Pointy is clutched in a tight fist.

    "Is this any way to treat your guests?" Jubilee shouts. This time, instead of going in for a clumsy, obvious strike, she summons up some of that vampiric speed and throws the wooden stake at Frog!

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
The wall of ice was not expected, which causes the full forward momentum of Tara's warrior form to slam into it above the vampires, face first really, but she recovers quick enough to dig the claws of her hands and feet into the ice itself. Not a pleasant feeling to smash into the ice, but she recovers quickly with a shake of her head.

The Moon Knight gave her one job and only one, and come hell or high water, and even with those, she was going to complete it. Unlike the others, she had no real use for banter, she gets right back to work on her task. With the claws of her feet secured in the ice, she literally starts to claw at the ice with her right hand in an attempt to break through. Powerful blow after powerful blow of razor sharp claws trying to dig into the ice and shred a hole in it bit by bit.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The man in the serpent mask does not reply to Marc, not directly. Instead he maintains that shield, putting his energy into it, keeping Moon Knight at bay. And it's working--for the moment--particularly since the wolf-masked man is still firing those bolts of energy at the man. The Kivuli of Bast chipping away at the ice isn't helping matters in terms of his concentration.

    Mister Pointy whips past frog-mask's shield and embeds itself in her shoulder. She screams in pain and backs into the circle, glaring daggers at Jubilee.

    "Fine," she hisses, "you want to be... /vulgar/ about this? So be it. I will enjoy draining you." And she launches herself at Jubilee, teeth and fangs bared, trying to take the young vampire down!

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight takes another bolt, the draining energy and his own rebounding force sending the cudgel tumbling from his hand. "I'm going to destroy you both..." he growls as his stikes move to full fisted punches against the barrier. "First you, and then your wolf faced friend..."

    The dull thud of his strength enhanced punches striking agaist the shield are loud accents to the scrape of claw on ice and duel of vampiresses that are the conflicts of his companions, still his focus is singular: vengence. These creatures defiled his temple and brought misery on his people. They would pay.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "You couldn't handle me!" Jubilee hisses back as she tumbles to the ground with Frog. She anticipates the attack -- it looked a lot like one of the programs she had been rolling through the Danger Room on the regular. Still, nothing quite prepares for the real thing. Jubilation tumbles backwards with the other vampire, rolls onto her back, and flips over, now pinning Frog down with both of her arms.

    Jubilee's advantage is short, though, as Frog is quick to reverse the situation. "Get off of me!" Jubilee snarls as she struggles to free herself. Her porcelain hand reaches desperately, her fingertips a breath away from her open backpack waiting there just outside of her reach. She grits her fangs and flails her fingertips at the backpack's opening, trying desperately to struggle back against the other vampire's attempts at her neck.

    "You're gonna...be sorry!" Jubilee hisses into Frog's ear as her hand finally manages to worm its way into the open flap of her backpack...

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Keeping on eye on what is going on below, Tara continues her work at chipping away the ice. She could easily drop on any of the vampires from where she is, the thought crosses her mind at a full sprint followed quickly by the reminder of her task... Jon. The vampires biggest was mistake was under estimate the Moon Knight and herself, but it was likely that even with all the information they've gathered, they have no real idea what they are dealing with. Whether he realizes it or not, when he made his threats regarding the eminent destruction of the Serpent, Frog and Wolf, the Moon Knight was speaking on her behalf as well. Not one of them would make it out of the gladiator arena alive.

Taking a slow, deep breath, she concentrate the energy of the moon and Bast into her claws which take on a faint glow. Now the ice has no change, each time she digs into it, another massive chunk is pulled out and dropped onto the vampires below.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The vampires are fast enough to dodge dropping chunks of ice, but it drains Serpent-mask's concentration enough that his shield drops, and now Moon Knight is directly pummeling him again and again. He focuses on fighting, and it is clear he's no slouch at the business, dodging and weaving, getting in his own licks. But he doesn't have the strength of Khonshu nor the single-minded focus on vengeance.

    Jubilee is pinned down, but Frog-mask has to stop to lift her mask, revealing a youthful face--she might have been turned just older than Jubilee herself. Jubilee could be looking at her own future. But it gives the young vampire an opening, with whatever she's reaching for in her backpack.

    Tara's claws dig through the ice. There's a hole, and her hand breaks through--and there is an /audible/ sound as the spellwork shatters and whatever was being held away rushes back in.

    On the table, Jon gasps and opens his eyes. His pulse had been thready, slow, his breathing ragged and shallow, but now it begins to even out. He stares at the crumbling wall of ice and the Kivuli coming through it at him, blinking rapidly as he takes in the situation.

    Wolf-mask turns away from Moon Knight. "No!" he shouts. "Get down here! Stop them!" To the audience in the stands, watching.

    There is a pause, and then, en masse, the vampires in the stands turn and begin to leave. After all, if the three down there die--instant promotion for the rest.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight starts to make headway against the serpent masked vampire. His strikes are sharp and heavy full of the might that is the Defender aspect of Khonshu. He reaches at his belt and withdraws a large crescent shaped blade, it's the same blade he used to carve off Bushman's face. That these -creatures- would dare defile his home twice in the span of a month.

    It. Will. Not. Stand.

    He yells in defiance as he drives the blade curved point down at the serpentine mask covering the vampires face, willing the blow to pass any defenses, physical or magical that may come up against it. He wants blood and he will have it, be it his own or his foes.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilee's vampire go-bag has all sorts of items that would be useful when fending off a sudden vampire attack. Various bits and bobs of religious jewelry. Jars of salt. A UV flashlight. Glass babyfood jars of garlic. She feels around the bag in a frenzy, reaching for another wooden stake, something, anything!

    Frog leans in to plunge her fangs into the other vampire's neck, just in time for Jubilation's arm to swing around and smash a mason jar full of holy water right into the back of her head.

    The sound is horrible. There's a hiss, first from Frog's mouth, then her skin, but then... from Jubilee. The young vampire rolls to the side, now free to move, with both of her hands pressed into her own face as she screams. Thin wisps of smoke gently spill out from behind her fingers.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
As the wall comes tumbling down Tara thrusts herself forward, landing hard on the ground and rolling back up onto her feet beside the table with Jon on it.

"It is alright my friend," she offers calmly, her voice deeper than before but touched by the same East African accent. "We are with you."

Even as she speaks, her claws go through the leather straps holding him to the table. Hearing the order given, she puts herself in a defensive stance, offering an arm to Jon if he needs it to get up and ready to protect him should anything, /anything/ try to get to him, the protective nature of Bast breaking through.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Frog-face is off of Jubilee before she dies--but die she does, screaming, writhing in pain. Wolf-face turns to her. "My Queen!" he shouts. Serpent-face stares for a moment, mid-battle with Moon Knight, and speaks the only word he has this whole time: "Aspasia!"

    Then there is a swirl of dark magic and the vampire in the serpent mask disappears, portaling himself out to nurse his wounds elsewhere. Now only the one in the Wolf-mask remains, and he glares around at the group.

    "No. No! This will not stand!" He raises his arms, drawing in dark power for some kind of spell.

    Jon leans heavily on Tara, eyes having trouble focusing, and says in a strained, tired voice, "Told you they'd come. Ma'at sends her best wishes. I expect your heart... will go to Ammit."

    His eyelids flutter. "Could use healing," he murmurs to Tara.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight's strike goes through air as it's target disappears. He screams in rage and flings the large crescent at the conjuring vampire. "At least two of you will die today!" he says as the projectile tumbles end of over end toward the wolf-masked creature at near rifle bullet speeds.

    He then drops to a knee, the siphoning of the red bolts finally catching up to him, he pushes himself up but the motion is staggered, almost clumsy in comparison to the full frontal destruction he showed moments ago.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation lies on the ground, her face covered by her hands. Bits of glass from the mason jar have found their way into her dark hair. Blood trickles down her fingers and across the backs of her hands -- some of it her own, some of it belonging to Frog. Her scream has given way to something that sounds more like crying. A tearless, pained cry.

    Jubilation's index finger parts from the rest of her hand, pushing another wad of smoke from her bloodied skin. It's just enough for her to see that the fight isn't completely over. As the last vampire starts working on that spell of his, Jubilation moves -- stumbles, really -- to find her backpack. She puts one hand down to feel around for it. Her eyes are squinted, unable to open completely just yet.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
With none of the vampires in the 'stands' actually moving in, Tara turns her attention back to Jon as he speaks.

The arm she offered him for support remain with where it was, feeling that he is unsteady she thinks it best. Lifting her other hand it begins to glow in the tell-tale silvery white light.

"Of course," she says soothingly, moving the hand to hover over the wound on his neck. The power works simply but relatively quickly, unless some force keeps it at bay, by passing her own regenerative abilities directly to the one it is offered to. Her will is focused into the healing, for that moment distracted by ensuring that the wounds heal neatly and Jon's body recovers evenly, but quickly.

The battle wasn't over, and as the Moon Knight goes to one knee, she notices that Jubilation is also down and bloodied. The remainder of the healing would have to wait, enough to get him back on his feet, unless the entire effort failed from the get go. There is such a thing as stealing someone's thunder, which is not her intent at all, she merely intends to aid in the rolling of that thunder and distract, if she can.

The same energy that was being used to heal Jon is now thrown toward the remaining vampire, not to hurt him and it may not even work, but she aims for the vampires legs in an attempt to knock him down, an 'energy punch' to the back of the knee, so to speak. It's all she can offer.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    There's one thing Jon can offer to help, as Tara's healing helps speed his own regeneration. He waves a hand, murmurs a word, and the Wolf-masked vampire finds himself held in place by glowing orange straps. It's enough to let both Moon Knight's crescent and Tara's energy beam hit home. The vampire cries own once, and then crumples to the ground dead.

    There are no more vampires left in the room save for Jubilee and Lydia. The others have fled, or died.

    "They were Irappu," Jon says in a tired, tired voice. "They wanted to turn me, and capture Lydia." He sighs and shakes his head. "It's... a good thing you came when you did. I thought I was dead."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight walks over to the fallen vampire and finishes the job for good measure, removing the creature's head from it's shoulders with the blade of the crescent. He looks up at Jon and sighs. "I'm sorry... for... leaving you like that..." he says to the man.

    "I... let my anger get the better of me and it led to you paying for it." He looks at the fallen vampires and frowns. "Not Uraean?" he asks, nudging the body of the wolf-masked vampire over to better look at his garb before moving over to Jubilee and offering her a hand to help her up to her feet. "We should get out of here and see to our wounded."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilee's face is a mess -- bloodied, charred, even perhaps a bit bloated in places. Her wounds will not heal tonight, even from the power of the mystics, as their origin go back to the earliest moments of human civilization. Water imbued with the power of the gods, forged and stoked through religious rites. It was just a splatter, a sprinkle even, from when she carelessly broke that mason jar over Frog's skull, but it's enough.

    Jubilee turns away from Marc as he approaches. She pulls one of her hands away from her face and inspects it. She gently touches her cheek, winces, and touches another spot. "Oh no..." she mutters.

    She would not be tended to. Nope. As soon as she's up on her feet, Jubilation turns fully from the group and begins to jog for the exit of the chamber, apparently looking to find a way out herself so no one can see what happened to her.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Tara keeps herself in place by Jon, in case he still needs assistance in moving. She's ready to pick him up and go, but she doesn't want to assert herself over him in that way. The Moon Knight was correct however, they needed to leave.

"Jon, are you able to walk out, or shall I carry you?" She finally asks, her eyes trailing after Jubilation. Shifting them to Moon Knight she adds, "If you wish to go after her, I will ensure Jon gets to safety from here."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon looks after Jubilee with a worried expression, calls, "Jubilation...! Thank you!"

    But then she's gone, and he sighs. "Let her... I don't think we can help heal her. We'd only hurt her worse. Let's be sure to check in on her soon, alright?" He looks to Marc. "I need to put that on you, if you don't mind. Not that I won't check in, or that I don't care, but..." But he might be missing again, come the 6th. Hard to say.

    He frowns at Marc and says, "I... understand. Better than you can know. We can talk, but... I need to get home to my husband as soon as I can. I'll heal, but... I need to talk to him first, and then figure out what I say to others."

    A pause. "They were trying to get information out of me about Bushman. I think they're going after him soon."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight watches Jubilee flee the field with a sigh. "Good luck to them finding him. If there's any good in the world they'll destroy each other to a man." He shakes his head. "I'll keep an eye on them. You..." he was vaguely aware of the stuff that the Archivist was dealing with and it was -way- out of his league.

    "Let me keep them together... you handle the big guns heading our way." He turns and gestures for the both of them to follow him out of the sewers.