You do. Hard. Your chainsaw is stained in brown blood, the glowing corpse growing dimmer as the once-hot blood streamed from multiple wounds covering nigh every surface.
You wipe your forehead of sweat, leaving a streak of the blood behind. You feel sick as you lean over and close the poor Troll’s eyes. You had no choice. He wasn’t under control, he had given into the bloodlust that haunts every Rainbow Drinker, and therefore he was a danger to everyone around him, and therefore a danger to your safety and secrecy.
You slip your chainsaw back into your specibus and dash away as you hear the search parties drawing closer. Hopefully they would realize they had nothing to fear of your kind. At least not death. Or maybe they would just think some lucky bastard managed to kill the ‘monster’ that they so feared.
You manage to get back to your Hive, limping at this point. The wounds that he had inflicted were painful, if not life-threatening. After all, he wasn’t very well trained, and he was crazed. You call the first person who came to mind, the one you had promised to contact first.
“Hey Rose”
“I Promised To Contact You First If I Well”
“Got Into Any Trouble Or Something So Uhm”
“Im Doing That Now”
“Dont Worry Its Nothing Too Bad Im Just Feeling A Bit Unwell”
“Also The Lacerations Sort Of Sting A Bit”
That last part was supposed to be a joke, but they really did sting. You slump in one of your chairs and wait for a reply.
One thing in particular irritated you about your screen-reading software, and that was that application focus switched automatically whenever Pesterchum was involved. You did like being able to communicate with your friends, but it made it nearly impossible to multi-task if you wanted to send messages over the program. You’re not always aware of when it’s open, though, and you’re just about to get to work on a paper when the dreaded focus-stealing message swallows your plans for the evening.
GA: Also The Lacerations Sort Of Sting A Bit
You’re about to send a message of condolence and sympathy and mild worry, but then she drops this bombshell and your tone changes drastically. You’re dumbfounded for a few moments, then come up with the best response you can.
TT: Kanaya, what's wrong?
TT: What happened?
TT: How can I help?