Con Spells Cloaked
Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
A sleeper, somebody who was currently experiencing an infection or something similar nonetheless. Something that quietly sucked every form of mystical energy from the environment. They faced a conundrum, help her or eliminate a potential threat before it got too late.
He looks at the other magi, just to be interrupted by the sudden shifts in the room's pattern, that's when his instincts take the driver's seat; ready to face the dangers.
"Oh shit!"
His eyes bounce between the mages. No possessing entity? Nothing for Pixel to act on. He raises his hands slightly as if to do something but they end up hovering in the air.
"What do we do? What do we do?"
Anima switches his Sight and finds himself staring at the scene through the familiar hazy lens of Spirit. At the corner of his vision, he can feel the presence of the Gauntlet. Not quite as strong as it should be in a dense urban wilderness, but still strong*
There is no sign of Numina or spirits in general.
Gauntlet Strength 4
"Now would be a great time to share her chart, Anima."
He made eyes at the mage. His scrutiny won him nothing novel other than a chaotic pattern. And even then, there was little to show for such a wild concept.
The Shaman gives the Acanthus a look, there is no way he's about to share this information in front of the sleeper, silly time to risk the veil. Then he looks hard at Abacus, like he's trying to Think attempting to recall anything that with similar symptoms.
"It's doesn't look good."
3 successes
No shit Sherlock, he shakes his head at the doctor. Neurosurgeon level of deduction skills at work, right there.
They needed to know something they didn't know already. He had the tools to dispose of a body stuffed in the trunk of his car if required, but was that necessary? Contrary to popular belief, Guardians did care about Sleeper lives, it's just that in the grand scheme of things, collateral damage was a given. A Sleeper again, it only made things worse. Was she the cause of the anomaly or she just happened to be the unlucky soul to bear the consequences?
"We need to find a solution as quickly as possible", this time he deserved the medal of Captain Obvious
With no help in sight, Pixel drops his awareness of psychic entities and instead decides to check the woman's aura. He chants as a golden glyph comes into being and focuses his attention on the woman.
2 suxx aura perception
Pixel switches his vision around and focusses on the woman's aura. It is hard to discern at first - a confused melange of colours, stormy and swirling one into the other with no rhyme or reason. As the seizure fit subsides, so two colours rise to the surface: orange and bright green.
Anima racks his brain to match symptoms with his extended medical knowledge. The woman has suffered a severe seizure or fit; her pasty flesh might be described as feverish. The vomiting strongly implies a seizure, or a violent reaction to something - or a massive internal trauma.
Given what he has deduced through his spells, the woman has been having massive seizures as her organs break down. Whatever else has been done to her provides some measure of rapid healing - but that looks like to be taking a toll on her physical wellbeing as well. In short, between the reaction to the foreign object within her and her ability to produce massive healing bursts, her organs are being slowly torn apart. He'd need more data before he could work out how long she had left before her body totally collapses.
At least for the moment she is drifting into an exhausted sleep, such is the toll her ordeal is taking.
The Spirit doctor gives the other mages an annoyed look. He just mundanely deduced the source of the issue, an issue, they likely were all better suited than the spirit healer, at discovering with their mage sights.
"This woman needs surgery, stat. Young man, please retrieve my medial bag from the car, as quickly as you can. You two, " He points at points at Abacus and Winter "Restrain the patient. I need to stabilize her, then palpate for the foreign object, unless one of you who might already have seen it, can point it out." He issues orders like a man used to being in charge in this situation. He dismisses his sights and shields, he'll need clarity for the work that lies ahead. Reflexively he checks that his latex gloves aren't compromised.
He approaches the woman, palpating her body as he searches for signs of trauma. As he touches her he forces an imago upon her pattern with his will. He's prepared to begin. He reaches into his pocket for the small, but very sharp bench made knife. Scalpel sharp but doesn't draw it. The woman must be restrained before he can make his first incision.
2 successes
The Enchanter flanked the Sleeper to her left, knelt close and held her by the shoulder and wrist. Even with these circumstances, the Guardian was nonetheless steadfast in preserving the Veil. It was starting to grate on him. Anima was uniquely skilled to handle this part of the operation. His knowledge would be paramount to their success.
"I suppose he can share his diagnosis now without fear of summary execution?"
2 successes