Well-Wishing

[Nyxie]

A little later, a burnt out and exhausted Ashelotte arose from the ground. Her body was sore and her orifaces were lightly dripping of half-dried blood. She didn't sustain any notable burns - her fire-borne skin resisted such effects and her symbiote armor took most of the severe damage. Still, it was dead because of that little stunt and replacing it would be as painful an experience as any, far moreso than the cute little spark trick.
"U-uhnnn. I promise... she'll get a... proper burial. And I'll burn every karking citizen until those hypocrites pay.... Hey, you! Urgh, where do you think you're going with that body?"
With some of her returned strength, Ashelotte had just enough to create a plume of blue faux fire aroung her body. Ah, who gave a kark if it was intimidating or now. That body wasn't leaving her sight.
"Clean your ears, or get one of my guns to do it for you, that girl deserves to rest in peace. Circe... I've arranged for a diplomatic ship to pick us up. Please, let us leave before I lose my mind...."
If Ven's body so much as left the hospital, lovely sniper rounds would find the captors and hacks would keep the ports 'busy'.

@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

 

[Ka'thal Valone]

It was then Ka'thal decided to take his leave of the hospital. Things went to hell faster then he could blink. "Obviously this was not the time nor the place to find business." He walked out of the room, doing his best to avoid any bodies or rubble in the area. He made his way down the corridor to leave the medical center and find some employer elsewhere.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Having opted to not give Hannibal a target, the Yun-Harla proceeded to do some kind of Forcey-Forcey-Mumbo-Jumbo. Hannibal did not understand what transpired in those minutes and it would be quite some time before he did. Whatever the case, it felt as though something very important and discernible had transpired. It had also thoroughly exhausted the Yun-Harla, who beckoned for support from Hannibal. The Fondorian didn't waste very much time, toting the LMG in his cybernetic hand and supporting the spent Yun-Harla with the other.

This really was some kind of big deal. All this talk of souls and whatnot, that sympathetic utterances from the Yun-Harla. It seemed like a really big favor to be doled out to such a person who seemed so treacherous, unreliable, and downright deceitful. Hannibal, whose everyday ruse comprised a ridiculous speech pattern and mannerisms he despised with the burning passion of a supernova, probably shouldn't throw stones on the matter, but at least he kept to his contracts. For the most part. Not the point.

Circe's response to this ordeal was to seemingly ignore this event. Which was... Strange. Hannibal had been under the impression whatever metaphysical crap had just gone down was of the biggest of deals. She continued her conversation with a dashing, side-burned man Hannibal thought he had seen at that party a few months ago. His presence was the only thing preventing Hannibal from leaving behind a large amount of thermal detonators and locking the door. Now that would've been a party. That other guard who had been there had also been a concern, but he had ran after that body like it was something important. Probably already left the hospital with it by now.

Not Hannibal's cup of tea, but to each their own.

"Whine, whine, whine. Sheesh, chlorophyll fa' brains, it ain't always about you." Hannibal snarled as he hobbled on out with the Yun-Harla. "Fethin' mook a' ya's just got flambayed in fronta ya, shed a damn tear 'a somethin'."

Hannibal payed no mind to the mutant as he passed, as its endless bluster and meaningless spiel had led him to subconsciously tune it out. Unless there was suddenly a very large price tag attached to its weird, mutated ears, Hannibal had no intentions of even lending thought to the creature. This said, the door slid shut behind the Fondorian as he escorted a Fringe-aligned VIP off the premises.