"R-Right.. One problem at a time.."
That was right. He was thinking too far ahead. He needed to reel in and examine the scene more closely so as to rationalize his position. His adrenaline had finally worn off at this point, and the pain and fatigue was in full swing. He felt a simmering nausea beneath a veneer of sobriety. It was odd uncanny valley that he found very uncomfortable. And yet, his life persists.
"I-I won't," he nodded. And then it hit him, a flowing sense of serenity. A smile.
A smile was many things, but to Hachiro it meant hope. And hope was a concept so few would have in situations like these. He felt a little blessed to have made it this far, Nora's smile having reinforced it. He was very surprised at his willingness to survive. The day had only began in this few scant hours, and this nightmare was so enveloping. It was still very hard for Hachi to fully comprehend the situation. But, for now, serenity was cherished; loved even.
However that fleeting, loving, serenity disappeared when the realization of what came next reared its ugly head. Hachi saw Nora prepare the tourniquet as she asked for him to prepare the patch. As he did, he watched Nora riffle through the professor's desk, pull out a bottle of whisky for which Hachi barely understood the need for, and poured most of it on the area around the cut after pouring some of it on her axe. Then the moment of truth.
He watched with bated breath. The first practice swing, then the second, and finally the third. After she dialed in her exact angle of attack, she brought it down. There was a meaty, crunchy, thwack as the axe struck dead on. The arm was violently removed.
Hachi couldn't hold his stomach in any longer, and vomitted on the spot.
After releasing the contents of his stomach onto the floor, he activated the patch's healing properties. He slapped it on right over the bandage that Nora applied to keep the old man from bleeding out. The patch became semi-sentient for a few seconds as its edges split, its tendrils digging into several areas around the stump. Small streams of light flowed into him, seemingly relaxing him. For now, he was saved.
Breathing a little too heavy, Hachiro looked over at Nora who had dropped the axe by this point. "O- Other than losing my d-dinner.. I'm okay..." And then his expression gradually slid into a more stoic look having said, "A-Anything to give us more time.."
Then came the analysis of the situation.
Hachiro, himself, had been taking mental notes of key features of this hostile environment. Firstly, as Nora pointed out, whatever is outside is looking to get in. Secondly, this thing moves like ivy, or bacteria, crawling over surfaces. Thirdly, light appears to be the only deterrent against this stuff. However the caveat to that is the inky black darkness can overwhelm said light if concentrated enough.
"Like a black ooze," he uttered, "I noticed ad-additionally that dark rooms and corners can be v-vectors for it.." He pointed over towards the broken window where tendrils are seen dancing around the sharp edges of the glass. "Over there, it's actively trying to g-get in.. But, like you said, the light is keeping it from getting in.. Though, I speculate as to how l-long we will have power for.."
Fourthly, and finally, there were these hostile, obsidian-colored, creatures running around eating people. Hachi was unsure of their origins as well, but understood they were definitely a factor. "I-I wonder if they hunt in phases.." Though it dawned on him, "Both c-creatures we saw.. They were different.. Could there b-be categories of these...things..?"
He thought about an enclosed room, and found really only one. "There is.. a large, walk-in, janitor's closet.. I think we can p-put him there.. It's down the hall, and around the corner.."
His thoughts were then briefly interrupted by Nora divulging a secret of hers. One that he wasn't exactly expecting, but wasn't exactly surprised by. He was a mage afterall. What he does already looks fantastical to the untrained eye. And now, to know that Nora, someone whom he had barely just met and known only in passing, was psychic? This nightmare was full of twists and turns.
"M-Move things..? You mean with your mind..?" He looked inquisitively at her as she asked about his health in an attempt to change the subject, but he didn't necessarily budge. "Uh...Y-Yeah, I think my shoulder and hip are busted up.." He leaned up against the desk using it as a seat.
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