[TINY CAT PEOPLE] VOID SESSION: ACT 4

[skinstealer]

You tell Dad that you trust her completely, and believe in her ability to handle this- any decisions she makes from here on out are her own, and that all you can offer is advice. She gives a tiny nod to this, just enough for you to notice- you can’t help but feel a little bit of pride at her stealth. You don’t have long to think on this, quickly suggesting what you can- supporting Raw right now when his worldview’s been so shaken will be crucial, and there’s always the option of talking about the sanctuary-

Dad picks up conversation immediately after you give your advice, managing to choke out that the other TCPs here, they’re still here for him- Writhe and the rest of his team aren’t going anywhere, even with all of this new knowledge in his head. Not everything is going to change.

She doesn’t mention the sanctuary, and you remind yourself that you have to trust her judgment on it. You watch with baited breath as Raw processes her words, a tight feeling in your chest swelling as you see her begin to squirm and try to get away, a burn spreading across her cheek. Dad’s health decreases, but is still at GOOD, and she is now lightly BURNED.

Before Raw can launch into a hissing rant, Dana steps forward, her hands shaking as she readies her stun gun. It’s not quite like the tasers you’re used to, more like a literal gun- but you’ll have to take Miller’s word on it that it does what it’s supposed to, alien tech or not. Her voice is just as shaky as her grip, saying in the bravest voice that she can muster that Raw should put Dad down, now, or she’ll shoot him. She’ll shoot him and he’ll be out cold again. 



She’ll do it. She swears she’ll do it. 



Raw drops Dad and lunges.



Dana shoots.



Raw takes the bullet and collapses, falling just barely in front of Dana. He is now STUNNED. The heartsea type steps back slowly, trying to get a grip- she really just did that. She shot the enemy. 

Dad struggles to get back to her feet, her health thankfully not knocked down from her fall. She thanks Dana with a gruff noise of affirmation, looking back at the fallen burn type. He’s going to be pissed when he gets up. Dana whispers that the alternative was Dad getting possibly killed, and she wasn’t willing to take that chance, even if this was definitely, absolutely the scariest moment of her life.

Writhe makes a grating whine behind the two of them, Dana rushing towards it and trying to make soothing coos. It’s okay, it’ll be okay, he’ll get back up, he’s just knocked out for a little bit, like what Jasper did earlier...



Writhe doesn’t seem calmed down at all, babbling that it doesn’t want anybody to get knocked out or hurt anymore, it just wants things to be okay, and for Raw to stop being so mean to people, it just wants everybody to be friends… 

Dad glances away awkwardly, not sure what to say. Dana’s just as stumped, trying to pat Writhe and calm it down...until she gets an idea.

She approaches Raw’s unconscious body, creating a few blossoms in her hands. She very gingerly places them on his neck, creating a small vine to hold them all in place, almost like a collar. There...he’ll feel better when he wakes up, now. Does that help, Writhe?

Writhe wobbles up and down in an almost comical nod, saying that the flowers really did help it out...maybe it’ll help Raw out too. 



You try to pull away and zoom out, checking the room- but nothing seems out of place, it’s just the same big central area with a firepit, no other TCPs to be found. Coast is clear. 

VOIDSY: Status report?
EASTWOOD: You first.
VOIDSY: Raw’s knocked out again...Dana did it.
MILLER: What?! Is she okay?!
VOIDSY: She’s okay, really shaken up, but she did it to help Dad out. Dad got burned, but it would have been a lot worse if she hadn’t stepped in.
MILLER: God...okay. Okay. And she’s unharmed?
VOIDSY: Not a scratch on her. Cross our heart.
MILLER: I don’t think I could handle losing another TCP…
VOIDSY: Wait, losing? Isn’t Seaspray still alive?
MILLER: Yes, but...I don’t know, they look so terrible! We got them through the bag, but to see them so messed up is really messing with me, too.
MILLER: I knew that it’d be rough going in, but-
EASTWOOD: Chitchat later. Tell them what else is going on.

Miller sniffles a bit, but presses on. 

MILLER: We got a sample from the vial over as well- we didn’t take the whole thing, out of fear of it spilling.
EASTWOOD: Confirmed it as a healing agent, one that can rapidly restore fluid as well. Why they were giving it to Seaspray is beyond me, but that’s what it is.
WRETCH: poppy sucked up the damage from gettin shit through the bag
WRETCH: dude’s at GOOD now but he should be fine and he can heal up on his own bein a food type and all
WRETCH: lil trooper
VOIDSY: And the wand?
WRETCH: sent it thru too
MILLER:  Bryce took it. He’s at GOOD as well.
WRETCH: primus n slop are gettin buddy ready for surgery...slop asked if primus wants you there for it but he says hes got this and that he knows he can do this
WRETCH: hes a good lil cat 
WRETCH: so we got things covered there
EASTWOOD: Miller and I are still en route to Spit’s. She had to tear her attention away to check on Seaspray, but thankfully her TCPs seem pretty competent at navigation. 
MILLER: We’ll be there soon, we’re just now passing by Wretch and I’s bases...I’m glad that this world is so relatively tiny, and our vehicles are so fast-
EASTWOOD: Miller. Chitchat.
MILLER: Sorry…
WRETCH: dude lay off
WRETCH: yr fine mills
EASTWOOD: ...point is, we’ll be there shortly. We have no idea what to expect from Spit’s base, and I don’t like the look of that hell spiral. 
EASTWOOD: Your job right now is to get shit set up there so we can do a proper rescue mission. Look for a pickup point, get the TCPs situated. When we’re here, we’ll need your help navigating to where you’re at. 
EASTWOOD: If we work together and try to figure out where the outside is in relation to where the TCPs are now, we should be able to make this go smoothly. 
EASTWOOD:  So for now, get your shit together and help guide the TCPs. Give Marvel some of this healing shit that Spit’s got brewing, let’s see if we can get him walking again.
VOIDSY: Are you sure that’s safe?
EASTWOOD: Drug tests say it’s clean. Worth the risk.
VOIDSY: We’ll try our best.

You take a look in the other room, relieved to see Jasper coming to. You tell them you’re so happy that they’re okay again, and ask how they’re doing. Jasper shakes off their grogginess, floating off the ground once more. They’re...alive, and that counts for something. Looks like you got backup, too…

They stretch out, grabbing their chain. What can they do to help?