Knock Knock|Sensatia

[Kender Bard]

"There," Callum announced. "Right?" He stared at the tall, imposing walls. "Forces, Morilanta would have killed for walls like that. And then used the bones of the fallen as mortar."

"That's Sensatia," Kiri assured Callum. "I recognize it from when we skirted it on our way to Reave."

"I guess that's the front door then?" Callum inquired, gesturing to the massive double-doored structure. "Must have a hell of a knocker." That said, he made his way over. Kiri held Neil tighter and followed along, a bit nervous.

[Skittlebug]

Neil shuffles along, and eye balls Callum. Another Morliantan, interesting. Not interesting enough to stop him from staring at the walls, slightly glazed or not. He was right. Not that a wall like that could keep him out, he grins but it turns back into a scowl almost immediately, if he was well that is.

[Northen Light36]

Altair swallowed a bit nervously at the sight of the huge wall, but the size was as impressive as it intimidating and he'd heard enough stories about Sensatia to feel a thrill of excitement at visiting it. Though, really, they weren't likely to stay long enough to see anything.

[Kender Bard]

Callum leads the group towards the gate where the guards brush their minds over the guests, looking for anything that might be troublesome.

As soon as one of the guards touches Neil's mind, he panics. "Oh Forces, stop them!" the guard moans, pulling his mind back quickly. The guards react quickly, teleporting down with weapons drawn, surrounding the group.

"Halt," the guard lieutenant orders, teleporting down in front of them. Kiri goes so far as to remain absolutely motionless.

"What the hell do you want?" Callum asked sharply.

"That's the one," a pale-faced guard murmured, gesturing at Neil.

[Skittlebug]

Suddenly there were people, he think they're people at least, and why are they spinning? Neil reaches for his sword, or at least where it usually is, where was his sword dammit? He settles for glaring more or less in the direction of the guard who's pointing at him, it was difficult to pinpoint exactly where the hallucinations stopped. At least they were becoming less unsettling, although that just meant they made him mad.

[Kender Bard]

Kiri reached out to lay a hand against Neil's arm. "Easy," she murmured to him.

Callum glanced back over his shoulder. "Don't you dare harass my patient!" he snapped.

"Patient?" the guard repeated, quirking a brow.

"He's ill you stupid shit!" Callum growled. "I'm taking him to Acoia for healing. But I need to enlist a bit of help here first!"

"Do you seek the Mind Healers?" the guard inquired.

"I want someone to teleport him and his entourage to Acoia since I don't have the strength for it," Callum sneered. "Get me that and we'll get out of your face."

"I think that man needs a Mind healer," the guard who had brushed against Neil's mind protested. "He's gone Touched."

The guard lieutenant sighed. "Stay here," he ordered and disappeared, teleporting to the Healatorium.

[Skittlebug]

Neil snarls at the first guard, "I am Not Touched dammit!" He turns quickly and ends up putting too much weight on his still broken leg, nearly toppling with a curse at the pain.

[Northen Light36]

"Careful," Altair warned without really thinking about it as he moved to catch Neil and give him some support. He frowned at the guard, but didn't speak as he waited for the lieutenant to return - hopefully with someone who had enough wit to listen to what they wanted and not to aggrevate someone who was ill.

[Kender Bard]

Kiri put her arm around Neil as well, helping her brother share the load.

The lieutenant wasn't too long in returning with a tall, skinny man with long golden-brown hair and a pair of spectacles perched in front of shockingly bright green eyes.

"This one," the lieutenant remarked, gesturing to Neil.

The mind healer nodded, touched the sign on his forehead, and examined Neil's surface thoughts, grimacing slightly. "He's certainly damaged. What on Naruta happened to this man?"

"Beats the fuck out of me, that's why I'm hauling him around in this state instead of enforcing the bed rest he clearly needs," Callum answered with a bit of sharpness. "So if your curiosity is satisfied, kindly step the fuck aside so we can go inside and put him to bed. He's moved enough for the day."

"Is he safe to be brought into the city?" the guard asked the Mind Healer.

John, the mind healer, shook his head. "He's a cauldron of hallucinations and anger. Clearly a danger to himself and others. I wouldn't trust him in the city except under the strictist of supervision."

"I'll look after him," Kiri answered quickly. "I already am. He'll behave, I promise."

"Young lady," John remarked in clipped tones, looking down her nose at her. "When someone loses control of their own mind in such a radical display of mental breakdown, nobody can 'promise' their actions."

"I swear on anything you want me to swear by," Kiri replied firmly.

Suspicions aroused, John brushed over her surface thoughts. ~Ah. You're a Clear.~

Kiri's eyes widened a touch and she fell back a step.

~Technically, allowing you into the city is illegal~ John remarked, sounding thoughtful. ~But that was under the old rulership. I'm not sure how young Master Libre feels about Clears... And regardless I am rather interested in this young man's mind. I'll keep your secret if you allow me to observe him a bit during your stay here.~

Kiri bit her lip. ...Okay.

"I think that I could actually keep him fairly well restrained," John announced. "And he is a poor soul in need of help. Let them in. I'll escort them to the Healatorium."

[Skittlebug]

Neil glowers at the new man, the mind healer, he doesn't like him. He distrust anyone who rummages around in others heads to begins with, and this man was intending to mess around in his. When John brushes the surface of his mind he grimaces, but when Kiri takes a step back he tries to pick up on what's frightened her and catches just enough from her. He tenses when John says that he will keep Neil retrained and latches onto the other man's mind to mentally shout at him, passenger hallucinations and all. "Stay out of my mind!"

[Kender Bard]

John flinched and Neil's hold on his mind was abruptly cut off as a shielding like a guillotine blade comes down; shielding with a bite.

He shut his eyes for a moment, takes a breath, and then responds through his shielding, making it a bit of a faint 'murmur' in response. ~You don't have a choice. Now shut up or I'll ask your owner to shut you up.~

Meanwhile, Callum and the other guards had given small winces and cringes as well. Even they had heard that.

Callum glared at Neil. ~Quiet down, damnit, or we're going to get turned away! I'm NOT going to risk your life if I can help it on a stupid, slow trek. We need their help! So Evil help me, if I can swallow my pride, so can you!~

[Skittlebug]

Neil turns his glower on Callum for a moment, but doesn't try anything else. If only his leg were healed...

[Kender Bard]

The matter settled, John gestured to two of the guards. "Since he can't teleport, lend me a hand." The guards grudgingly comply and in a moment the entire group has teleported to the Healatorium. The guards abruptly took off, leaving John in charge of the group.

"The young man and his... lady friend will stay here," John announced.

"And what about the boy and me?" Callum asked.

"Are either of you ill? Are you taking charge of this man?"

"I am his healer!" Callum snapped.

"Well you can check on him but we have a limited amount of room here," John announced crisply. "And we have an abundance of inns."

Callum threw his hands up. "Fuck it," he sighed. "Altair, you're with me. We need to search this Force-damned city for someone who's got an ounce of charity in him."

Kiri held Neil tighter as John turned and walked, beckoning over his shoulder to the two. "Come on," she whispered to Neil. "We'll get you in a bed where you can rest."

[Skittlebug]

Not much else to do, Neil limps along behind the man. His leg is really starting to hurt and he wonders if he's gone and made it worse, that's the last thing he needs. By this point he's not noticing much of anything around him, finding it hard to concentrate on anything very much, or for very long. It made him angry, but then, everything was making him angry.

[Kender Bard]

Soon Neil was tucked away on one of the beds in the newish building attached to the Healatorium for more permanent patients. The place gave Kiri the creeps; she could hear distressed patients in other rooms along the way, tormented by their own minds. She shivered and held Neil tightly, terrified that this would be his fate. "He needs to sleep," she told John firmly. "So whatever you're going to do, it can wait until he's rested."

"Fine," John replied. "I'll be back later, though." He left the two alone.

"I'm not sure if you do need to sleep," Kiri admitted. "But I didn't want him here bothering you."