[Quiet Man Cometh]

The fwoosh from the turret was hard to miss, and standing well back from the pipes so he could use his arrows kept Syrgei mostly out of the way. Still, he gave the thing as wide a berth as was practical as the oozes began to converge, apparently having enough of a brain to realize the turret was deadly and wobbled towards it to take it down. The resulting effect was puddles of smoldering and noxious goo sloughing off the side of the turret and melting into the grass.

He steps over by Eduardo and Tsaerri. "Messy, but effective."

[Gallagher]

"Attack—mode—activated."

A few quick words sent Bag stomping off well away from the flame turret. It wouldn't do much to the thing's hull, Gambooge was sure. Probably. But it was better not to take any chances. When he looked to the rest of the group and found most of them standing together, well away from any oozes, he rolled his eyes. "Babies."

He wasn't the least bit concerned walking by the engaged mass of slime and flames, a careful eye and a single lifted hand bending any fire that came his way away. He still let out a sigh once he was past its range, idly rolling his wrist as he looked over the next section of the hill.

Some were heading towards the turret, but many were still too distant to have noticed, and yet more were squeezing their way out of the reservoir and plopping, or just dripping, onto the ground. Gambooge drew his daggers and went to work, his element surrounding the blades and bursting out with each swing, leaving scorched lines across the ground as each monster was slain. At least mine won't set the whole countryside on fire.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Oh, look at me, I'm Gambooge, I can just "No! Bad fire! Go lay down!" ...and it does! Look at how special I am! isn't this job just great?!

Dusting grass and dirt off her outfit, Tsae glaces up at Ed. "So, this sure is something, isn't it, boss?"

I'm not sure this is what the engineers quite had in mind when they asked for our help... but, whatever, I'm sitting this one out.

[Salone]

Eduardo smirked, watching the jets of flame burn putrid ooze smells his way. He breathed it in, finding the smell curiously delightful.

"You know, I have always enjoyed the smell of napalm around this time of day. But I whonder. What exactly is it that oozes do? How are they endangering the water? They barely seem to react to being attacked, much less being aggressive to people. It almost seems...boring to eradicate them."



Hey, what is Dan up to anyway?

Dan laid heavy on the turret trigger, burning out ooze after ooze. What he failed to take in to account was the amount of heat and flame around the tank of water. Contaminated with the oozes' goop and heating dramatically from the flames, the pressure was building tremendously. Finally the system could not take it any more, and the safety valve of the water system threw itself wide open. A jet of goopy slime water erupted from the valve, raining ooze juice and water...all over Tsaerri.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Well, it makes it undrinkable, and it leeches the nutrients out the soil that the crops need, so-- gbluh!!"

Caught totally unawares, Tsaerri is hit full-force by the stream of noxious water, the pressure of it throwing her back several feet, where she lands, thoroughly drenched.

Ow. Owwwww. Oh my Godess that hurt, what the hells even, oh GODS I'm soaked! My phoenix skirt!

The others hear a very high-pitched, hyperventilated whine escape her as the reality of her predicament sets in.

[Salone]

Eduardo cocked an eyebrow, seemingly untouched whatsoever (the water was probably scared of his money) as he turned his head to follow Tsaerri.

"Tell me. Is that...usually how Mesmers teleport out of a situation?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"It. Was. On. COOLDOWN!!!!!!!"

Kneeling in the disgusting grass, Tsaerri lets out a helpless sob, tearing her saturated blindfold away from her clenched-shut eyes and trying not to vomit.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

"Whoa!"

Catching a sudden view of the spray as the Mesmer disappears from his field of vision, Syrgei kicks himself into a backwards roll, landing back on his feet a few meters away, out of it's path, not that he had had much to worry about except perhaps the splash back from Tsaerri, who didn't put up enough of a block to really cause much.

As the jet pressure dies down, Syrgei walks through the drenched and stinking ground to stand next to Tsaerri.

"Do you need help?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Swallowing another sob -- oh, no. Horrible idea. -- Wretch. -- Whyyyyyyyyyy -- Tsae hisses at Syrgei through clenched teeth, "Why yes... it would be nice... if someone could GET ME A GODSDAMNED TOWEL BEFORE MY EYES MELT OUT OF MY SKULL!"

Oh, Lyssa, there it goes. She gags again at the appalling smell and throws up in the grass. Ughhhhhh.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

"I'll see what I can find," Syrgei says, without any apparent humour, as he walks off to find one of the local workers who can hopefully locate some clothes and clean water.

[Gallagher]

It wasn't taking all that long to exterminate most of the oozes in the immediate area around the reservoir. When he'd gone around far enough to see the golem stomping away at piles of green, Gambooge turned back to return to the group. Not only did he find the charr's turret still going, but Tsae was on the ground, covered in green goop and screaming at everyone. Stowing his weapons, Gamby hurried to the group, passing by the flames with as little trouble as he'd had before. It wasn't a pretty sight, the woman's clothes ruined, slime and vomit congealing together on the ground, and Syrgei just walking away from it all. "Uh, what happened here?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"O-okay," she squeaks, afraid to even breathe. I'll just... stay here... going blind... that's fine... don't rip off part of your shirt so I can wipe my eyes or anything . Wouldn't want to inconvenience you.

She doesn't notice Gambooge approaching until he voices his question. Having had quite enough, Tsae snaps for her gun and points it... somewhere in his direction. "Bad question. Try again?"

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei returns with reasonable speed, carrying a bucket with a bundle of cloth under one arm.

"It's not much, I'm afraid, but it's what they had."

Kneeling on one knee on the grass, he pulls out a small cloth and soaks it in the water before putting it into one of Tsaerri's hands. With a couple more clean cloths, the remainder of the bundle being some simple clothing which he left laying across his knee, as the grass was far from clean in any direction.

[Gallagher]

"Whoa!" He held up his hands at the sight of the gun before realizing that her eyes weren't even open. He stepped to the side for good measure as he neared the woman, the fire around his wrists fading. They were replaced quickly by fog and ice, and Gamby knelt on the ground by her. "Easy there. Don't shoot me, and I'll wash that off for you, alright?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Okay, um, no. You're not touching me. I have an illusionary... towel... person, okay fine! But hurry up!"

[Gallagher]

Gamby rolled his eyes, sending a look towards the thief as he took the soaked cloth. "You sure have a way with motivation." He took a few seconds to gather a ball of water in his palm, then stretched it out to cover his fingers in a thick, flowing skin. Gods, just do not shoot me. He pressed his thumb over the woman's eye gently, only letting the water touch her and not his own skin, and spread his fingers to glide over her brow and forehead. There wasn't as much toxin as he'd feared from her reaction, but Gambooge was careful to wipe away any that would have dripped in her eye all the same. He dropped his hand and let green tinted water splash into the ground as the other formed its own skin, and while he cleaned her other eye, he drew the water out of the cloth to press it to her de-gooped eye.