forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Cyrus’ expression was nothing short of utter surprise.
“I’ve never been so glad to be lied to by that old bastard,” he sighed.
“Yeah, I’m okay. They messed up my knee trying to subdue me but uh… it’s nothing that’ll kill me.”

“I-I’m surprised h-he hasn’t c-caught on y-yet,” Luna replied honestly glancing around to check for cameras, “H-He must h-have been c-confident in h-his stupid g-game. I-It wasn’t th-that hard t-to get o-out of i-in the f-first place.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Cyrus admitted, “I’d like to explain more but…”
He also wasn’t sure if there were cameras around and didn’t want to blow his cover until Panther was dead.

"I'm surprised I made it out alive. Honestly, I can't feel most of my body right now." Without his shirt on all the cuts and scars were now visible. Uriah wasn't sure if it was because of exhaustion or if something was seriously wrong.

Luna couldn't see any cameras, but walked around to check a bit anyway. She didn't find any, or ones that were visible at least, and sat down on another bed near the other two, but not before lightly punching Uriah, "I-I couldn't s-see any c-cameras. D-Did you f-feel that U-Uriah?"

“I can help take care of whatever’s wrong with him,” Cyrus said confidently, but there was still a glimmer of concern in his eye.
“They have plenty of medicines around here. What happened anyway?”

"Y-you couldn't s-see or h-heard him?" Luna asked him curiously before taking a deep breath and explained the basics, "W-We were a-all in, u-um, highly d-deadly situations. I-If one o-of the t-traps triggered, th-then another p-person would b-be free. B-but the t-trigger would n-normally mean d-death, except w-we weren't s-stupid enough t-to die."

He couldn't feel it really well, but Uriah figured it was due to pushing himself too hard and now his body is giving up. Pain shot through his whole body but he hide it. No one needed to worry about him right now, the biggest thing was to take care of Panther right now.

“Okay, so while my pain meds are kicking in, anyone care to explain to me specifically what he did to Uriah so I can actually help?” Cyrus questioned, leaning forwards a bit, “He looks very out of it, and I’m sure that’s an understatement.”

"P-Poison gas," Luna responded quickly as she laid back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling fighting the sleep from her eyes, "Th-there was a-an antidote s-spraying in th-the chamber h-he was i-in, but th-the idiot l-left to c-come and ch-check on m-me."

“Uriah… you should’ve let the antidote set in. Your body could start shutting down, depending on what it was. Any clue what kind of gas we’re talking about?” Cyrus pressed on.

"N-no idea," Luna shook her head as she let her eyes shut, "I-It was s-some deadly s-stuff I c-can say th-that much. H-He was p-pretty weak w-when he f-first came o-out."

“Uriah, if you can, I’m going to need some answers from you. Did it have a color or a smell to it?” Cyrus pushed.
He was getting pretty antsy, especially considering that Zhavia’s fate had been partially because he couldn’t have found an antidote quickly enough.

"Well, I remember being gassed twice. The first one had a tangy smell to it. The second one I honestly don't remember much since I was pretty out of it and all I could think of was getting everyone out safe." His cuts started to burn a bit. Some of them were still pretty fresh. Sweat still dripped down his face. It felt like he was still running and couldn't catch his breath. "Anyway, I'm fine. I made it this far with nothing happening. Panther is our first priority right now."

"W-we're in a-an infirmary U-Uriah," Luna sat back up slightly in her attempt to fight off sleep, "L-Let's worry a-about both y-you and C-cyrus right n-now."

"It takes seconds to give you an antidote," Cyrus growled, "If you die… what's even the point? I'm fine, though. I might make a little cocktail of some medicines before we leave, but I've taken pain medication, so that's taken care of."
(Aggressively researching poisons to see if there's an actual fit or if we're gonna make stuff up)

"Alright, alright, I get it, sorry." Uriah thought back and realized this was the same way Zhavia died. Poisoning, he probably looked the same as she did as well. Cyrus was there, so maybe that's why he is freaking out. "Just give me a little something for the pain and when we get back to the gild we can look into it more. We have no time for this, Panther could walk back in at any moment."

Luna glanced around to look at everything, "Th-the antidote i-is probably i-in here a-already Uriah. P-Please let's g-get it i-in you a-and then w-we can g-go for P-Panther."

"Yeah, let's search," Cyrus said.
He grabbed the crutches Panther had given him and stumbled towards the medicine shelves.
"Reminds me of all those trials he made us do as kids, but boy does this hit way harder," he muttered, searching through various jars and bottles for what they might need.
After a glance over, he saw there were a few rows dedicated to antidotes alone.

Luna stood up from the cot and made her way to where the antidotes were. She was never great at poisons and medicines, but she was decent enough to not let herself die, "C-Can we n-not think a-about that?"

"Sorry," Cyrus sighed, "I just…"
He was still thinking about Zhavia and his childhood, and everything else he possibly could, all at once. Usually when it was his turn to play healer, he was able to maintain composure much better than this.

"I-I know," Luna sighed as she rummaged through the antidotes trying to figure out which poisons smelled tangy, "L-Let's get th-this done a-and over w-with."

Cyrus muttered to himself, completely unintelligible. He looked through the antidotes to Cyanide compounds, as he had a sneaking suspicion that was one of the parts of the poison. He pushed a few of the bottles aside as he ruled them out, and decided to go over Uriah's symptoms over and over again in his head.

Luna stayed silent as she let Cyrus run through the different antidotes. She knew he would be the one to figure it out, because no one else there really could.

"Alright, this may sound crazy, but I might give him multiple antidotes," Cyrus said, "These few I can't decide between don't seem to have any negative interactions with each other, and it's not like we have time to think it out much more."
He pulled four bottles to the front of the shelf.