Lucifer vs. Vor master post

[vorbarra]

WHO: Lucifer + the whole damn cast + a bunch of unfortunate victims of circumstance.
WHERE: Various.
WHEN: Starting 5/27 and onward.
WHAT: Lucifer has Mark kidnap Gregor. Shit hits the fan.
WARNINGS: There is definitely going to be torture and violence. Will update with specifics.


Table of Contents (roughly chronological)
Initial kidnapping -- Gregor, Mark, Lucifer
So honey, I haven't told you... -- Aral, Cordelia
Secondary kidnapping -- Lucy, Mark, Kel
Hawke vs. Vorhouse -- Hawke, Miles, Aral, Tex, Jim, Spock, Kel
Miles at the hospital -- Miles, Kitty, Tex, Ed, Jim, Bucky, Ken, Kareen, Mark, Newt, Kel
Location: rubble -- Winry, Miles, Ed, Tex
Ruined date and getting voluntold -- Duv, Kasumi, Aral
Torture log -- Lucifer, Dean, Gregor
Assignment -- Lucifer, Mark
Telepathy -- Aral, Tex, Gregor
Wagon circling -- Miles, Winry, Roy, Ed, Yuri
Requests -- Aral, Jim
Rescue -- Lucifer, Miles, Kitty, Hermann, Mark
Hellhounds -- Lucifer, Roy, Ed, Hawke, Mark, Aral
Main fight -- Lucifer, Aral, Hawke
Swamp mingle -- Tex, Hawke, Ed, Winry, Roy, Jim
Post-rescue at hospital -- Gregor, Miles, Kitty, Duv, Cordelia
Following the trail of burger wrappers and tears -- Duv, Nicolas
Hospital threads part three -- Miles, Cordelia
End of the line -- Duv, Mark
Family reunion & oath swearing -- Mark, Gregor, Aral, Tej, Duv, Miles, Tex, Winry, Ed, Simon
Recovery OTA -- Aral, Miles, Duv, Cordelia, Ed, Winry

Comments

[overemotionally]

[Riiiiight Ed, Jim can tell you're super fine. Jim holds up the hand that had been on Ed's shoulder, the slight smirk on his face from earlier completely gone now with a hint of a frown.]

Touch telepathy. It's why I asked for your other hand.

...Sorry.

[Damn, he really needed to learn to block his own power and make it second nature.]

[fullmetalbrat]

[Even without telepathy active right now it's easy to sense his hackles rising. He can't really fault Jim—he'd only been trying to help! But that doesn't mean he's not going to scowl like Jim just insulted his mother.]

Well...so what! So it freaked me out! Who cares! What the hell do you want me to say about it?

[overemotionally]

Not pretend like it didn't when it did?

[fullmetalbrat]

But I'll get over it...

[He's really not sure what to make of this kind of concern. It would've been familiar enough coming from Winry or Al if he were here, but certainly not some adult he'd only met a few weeks before.]

[overemotionally]

Yeah and if I did it again as a joke or something?

[That had been legitimate panic Jim felt earlier. He's kind of glad he won't make the same mistake again at least (not without proper warning next time, anyway--the power might still come in handy).]

[fullmetalbrat]

I'd get over that too, but I'd punch you for thinking that's a joke.

[Perfectly reasonable response, right?]

[overemotionally]

[Jim straight up frowns at Ed at this.]

You could try and phase right through me, anyhow.

[On a more serious note...He folds his arms across his chest as he looks at Ed.]

There's no need for the tough guy shit. You're allowed to be freaked out, you know.

[fullmetalbrat]

[Well that just plain doesn't make sense—not to Ed anyway. Not in the middle of a swamp with no idea which way leads home and injuries in the ranks.]

What good am I gonna be if I start freaking out over something that isn't even real?

[Says the sixteen year old who got his arm flayed like half an hour ago as if he's much use to anyone in his condition. At least it's stitched up neatly now.]

[overemotionally]

Look I'm not saying "fall to pieces in the middle of everything".

[Goddamn, Ed was stubborn. A harsh sigh as he brings a hand down on top of Ed's head before turning to continue walking forward, platforms materializing under his feet as he steps. He shoves his hands in his pockets.]

Nevermind. How's your arm doing?

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed pauses when the hand comes down on his head, giving Jim a confused and startled look.]

It's—uh. It's sore, but it'll be fine. Winry's work is always great.

[overemotionally]

[Jim's already walking ahead of him by now and so doesn't catch the look.]

When we figure out where the hell we are, we'll get you to a healer.

She's a mechanic...where'd she learn how to do that?

[fullmetalbrat]

[Sharply:] Winry patched it up already. I don't need another healer.

[He falls into step behind Jim as he talks.]

She's an automail mechanic. Doing the installation surgeries is part of that job. Her clients are all her patients too.

[overemotionally]

...It was fine during the fighting but you're sewn up like a piece of fabric. My best friend would have a fit.

[In fact, he's pretty sure Bones has ranted about this exact topic too--how barbaric surgery and older methods of physical repair used to be. But the refocusing of Jim's attention onto exactly how automail had to work...He'd never thought about the mechanics really. He looks back at Ed and makes a little shrugging motion, a suit yourself gesture.]

So wait...an automail mechanic is also a surgeon? And she's 16. How...?

[heart_wrenching]

[ Watch out for swamp mud coming at your head, Jim. ]


You're a piece of fabric!

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed just grins impishly and even shoots Winry a thumbs up.]

Because she's probably been studying medicine and machinery as long as I've been studying alchemy. She knows what she's doing.

[overemotionally]

[Jim only barely got an arm up in time to divert most of the swamp mud from hitting him square in the face. There's still a healthy amount that hits him near his ear.]

Eugh, seriously?!

[He shakes his arm out a couple of times then goes to work wiping at the side of his head, trying to get the grime away from his ear and out of his hair.]

Point being if you had a healer take care of it now you wouldn't have to worry about it becoming infected [A pointed glance towards the side of his head where there was now gunk as he wipes more away] or re-opening.

Geez...every teenager where you're from have this depth of technical expertise?

[Jim was a clever 16 year old himself, making trouble with his programming and mechanical skills, but medicine as advanced as that? No way. As primitive as it was by his own standards, it still required an understanding of human physiology and anatomy that he couldn't imagine knowing himself. Alchemy he couldn't even gauge fairly because...well, physics law-breaking and all that.]

[fullmetalbrat]

I can keep it from getting infected by keeping it out of the water, and it won't reopen if I don't use it.

[Almost as if to prove his point he lifts his arm a little higher, resettling it carefully against his chest in the makeshift sling he's fashioned himself.]

No, most people are pretty average. The two of us and my brother though...and those guys from Xing too. But we're just a tiny handful out of countries of tens of millions of people.

[overemotionally]

And neither of those things would happen if the skin was intact. Post-healing.

[He rolls his eyes a bit, going to wipe at whatever's left of the swamp that stuck to his face.]

You have a brother? Is he here?

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed rolls his eyes.]

Look, if my automail surgery didn't kill me then there's no way something as minor as this is going to.

And no, he's not. You'd have met him already if he was.

[overemotionally]

I think you're underestimating microbes.

[Jim really really hopes that if Bones ever shows up here, he'll be here at the same time as Ed. He would have to find a chair and make popcorn for that meeting.

He frowns slightly.]

I don't make assumptions with siblings.

[fullmetalbrat]

I think you're underestimating me and my surgeon.

[He huffs irritably, but his expression softens a little when the conversation turns back to Al.]

Al's the most important person in the world to me. If he were here, he'd be right here with me and Winry. Hell, he'd probably be giving me a worse time about my arm than even you are.

[overemotionally]

[That's...nice actually. Good to know there are functional sets of brothers out there somewhere. God knows he and Sam weren't. Aren't. It's been years since he's seen his brother.

His softened expression turns into a hint of a smirk though.]

Glad someone got common sense between the two of you.

[fullmetalbrat]

—Just because he'd say the same thing doesn't make him right either!

[overemotionally]

[Now it's a full shit-eating grin.]

Who's the older brother?

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed rewards him with a rather rude gesture.]

I am! Al's a year younger.