Veronica
He waits for Anja. Anja and Ares were the only good options for this. Sure, using them feels a bit weird but.. They'll know his intentions before he does anything. Mamoru has good intentions. It'll be quick. An experiment. To understand the spot more. He doesn't even have to get close enough to touch it for this to work. He only has to touch Anja. He can stand within five feet of the spot without being fucked with too much.

He's a bit.. No, he's really nervous. If this backfires... He'll have to explain himself. And explaining himself will be a lot easier if this yields good results.

*I sound like some mad scientist.. But I'm not. This is normal. It already has my power anyways.*
Bertie
Steps echo towards the green haired boy. A thin woman turns the corner and faces him. She looks like she hasn't had sleep for the past night or so. Her hands are covered in bandages and, as expected, a small patching of gauze that is applied to her right cheek.

"This plan of yours. What is it?" She asks. Stern and cold is all that is audible from her voice.
She seems defensive. But at this point she'd take anything to get back at this *Damn* Thing.
Veronica
Oh god. 
Okay. Maybe he should have waited for Ares instead of getting excited about this idea too fast. Is it even smart? No, hell no, it's not. It's too risky. But Anja's *Here,* And he can't back out *Now.*

"Okay, so, you know how I can move injuries.." He continues without waiting for her response. It would be a lot to explain. 

"I figured.. We could see if there's a humanoid physical form by uh- trying to move your injury into the spot..? It- sounds crazy. There's a high chance it won't work. But, you know, I figured, if we knew more about this thing... Anything more about this thing.. If you don't want to try I understand-" He bites his lip to force himself to stop talking and wait for a response.
Bertie
This boy can transfer injuries? Anja pauses to think, realizing that he has finally quieted his rambling down she looks directly at him.
"Fine then, let it happen." She continues walking up to Mamoru, stopping at the door. "Anything to spite this thing."

She pushes the door to the science lab open, and turns on her phone's camera, trying to source how close this *Armando* Really is. Stupid name.

"Will tell you when we are close to it." She presses forward, stepping inside the lab.
Veronica
Right. Finding it. ..Right.

He got a bit ahead of himself. He opens the notes app on his phone. 

...It feels almost weird, treating this like some sort of detached experiment... But it's fine. Probably. 

"I'll just need to make contact with you in some way- but I just have to be *Near* The thing."
Bertie
"Understood." 

Anja finally finds the corner *It* Is hiding in, her screen pixelating and distorting as usual. She waves over Mamoru, and steps back once. "Here."

Without another word, she looks towards Mamoru, expecting him to start what he needs to.
Veronica
He nods. 

Here goes... Nothing.

"I really hope this does something."
If it doesn't, this will be kind of dumb, and he'll have to try to get Anja to keep quiet about the whole thing.

He inhales, gently touching Anja's arm to take the injuries from her. They leave the skin almost entirely unblemished. Then.. He extends his arm towards Armando, careful not to get too close.

"Here goes nothing."
Transfer begin.
Hopefully.
Elaine
Aha! Yes. ~~I'm very prepared~~

A horrific, ugly shriek rips across the area, daunting in volume. The distortion spread across the floor for just a moment, reaching for Anja and Morus ankles and legs. 

*"Hurt,"* Something awful screamed. The voice was jarbled, garbled nonsense - and the distortion flared in height.
Bertie
Anja looks at the bruising and breakage of her knuckles.
She thinks again as the transfer starts. Perhaps even if this doesnt work, the boy could still be useful.

Her planning was broken apart almost immediately as the distortion... Reacted?

Anja steps back, body tense as she looks towards Mamoru.
"Did... Did it work?"
Veronica
"*Shit-*" As he backs away, he trips over his feet. He didn't expect it. He will try his hardest to stay out of range. *Way to embarrass myself...* But it absolutely could reach him if Elliott deems it not something that would kill him. 

"I-I think it worked?? Your forehead's better-"
Bertie
"If it did... That means it *Can* Be wounded."
She looks down at her knuckles. Seeing the now unscarred knuckles, her eyes widen for the first time this interaction.

Another idea forms in her head. She holds out a hand to Mamoru to lift him up, looking for anything on the kid himself.
*Hurt? She would make it hurt. For everything it took.*
Veronica
He catches his breath, breathing out a laugh. "We- it *Worked.*" He's never had a plan work out so well before.

"It- it can be hurt. *It can be hurt.*" This is amazing. Absolutely amazing. "We have to share this with the others."
Bertie
Anja pulls him up, looking towards the distortion itself.
"It can be hurt. Good."

She lets him go as Mamoru finds his footing.
"One more experiment, then? For good measure no? See if it can sweat."
She cracks her now unscarred knuckles. Her arms are tense, she wants to make this thing *Hurt.*

Anja goes to raise her hand towards the distortion.
Veronica
"H-hold on-" He attempts to grab her arm, to make her stop. "We really shouldn't rush things. If you can hurt it without making contact, sure but.. I also don't know where the injuries *Went.* We should just share our findings and-"

He really hopes he can talk her out of this. 
Because if his words don't work, his physical strength *Definitely* Won't.
Bertie
Damn. Unfortunately for Anja, Mamoru is playing smart.

Anja is warm to the touch. She looks at the boys hands, frustration crossing her face. She pulls her arm out of Mamoru's grasp.
"It has taken too much from us. It will learn what happens to things that think they can control others through fear. If you want to stay in fear, then *Leave.* I will learn on my own." She hisses, venom lacing her words.
They are not towards the boy. He did nothing wrong.

She shoves her hand into the distortion, and flexes it. Willing a heat that the not even the densest of clouds could hold back.

*The Noonday Witch is here.*
Elaine
Allo again!

CW - light body horror, kinda just Fucked, don't reach into the eldritch abomination kids. Details censored!

Another shriek curdled from the depths of the Distortion as soon as Anja's hand reached towards it.

 || The smell of singed flesh accompanied a kettle-like whistle. The burn that ripped across Anjas hands bubbled up and blistered as the static crawled up her arm, reaching past where she initially made contact. || Black and white television static crept up her arm in geometrical lines and patterns, burning and stinging all the while. Her vision, if her eyes were to be open, would be nothing but a roaring static, accompanied by the sound - as if someone had turned up an out-of-range radio station far, far too loud, which was audible to Moru (as well as anyone in the distance).

But in her minds eye, there was Amelie, and Fennels silhouettes, leaning against one another, completely enveloped in the foggy, staticky cluster. 

Blessed be, Noonday Witch, but there are things of which wards and salt do little, and things that heed to none.
Veronica
"*SHIT-*" He yelps, even though he's not the one being hurt. There's impulse. Transfer it. Help her. But what if it doesn't work. "G-get back- please get back-" He once again tries to forcibly pull her back. He never should've told her to come here. It's his fault. 

"I-I don't- I don't know if I can-" *Fix this.*

He's making contact with her. Maybe- maybe he can transfer again. Yeah, he'll try to transfer again. Maybe the pain will make it let her go. 

*No, no, no-*
He should've told someone- *Anyone* Where they'd be. The only person that could *Maybe* Puzzle it out is Ares at this rate. Like Sergio said, there's not much reason to monitor it unless it moves. It could be hours before anyone shows up if this takes them both down. 

*Don't take me too please don't please don't-*
Bertie
The pain ripples through her hand, she doesn't even make a sound. She's stunned, blinded by both the visions brought by the distortion and the pain.
Moru pulls her away from it with ease.

Once again. Leta. Facing your failures for another time, with nothing to show for it except agony.

She is unable to hold herself up, the static still dancing across her nerves like a wave washing over her.

She can't feel her hand. She knows she won't want to for some time.

"I..." She struggles to find her words. "I will be fine. Mamoru."

She's holding back tears, sourcing from failure once again and a pain without an end in sight. Trying to find a surface to hold herself up. They need to leave.
"You were right. I am sorry."
Anja fails to keep them contained, the wave of pain coming back again pushing them out.
Veronica
He's not going to sugarcoat this. He's breathing heavily- a lot of stress just from *Watching* That. "You- what were you *Thinking*? I- I get that you're *Angry* At it- we all are- but you can't- you could've- we don't know what that thing would *Do* To us! We- we shouldn't even be in this room right now, come on-"

He practically drags her to the doorway. He wants to be away from it.
That thing.
*Armando.*

Moru can tell that Anja is.. Somewhat leaning on him. He doesn't know if he likes this.

"Just- whatever. It's okay. I don't- think I transferred it right. That can happen when I'm that stressed." It would've been the second time ever.

He struggles to support her physically but he's doing his best. 

"Here- where does it hurt? I can give a few minutes of relief. Only a few minutes, though. That should be enough time to uh.. Get you to uh.. The.." His brain is blanking. "*Nurses*. Right. Nurse's office."
Bertie
Anja takes the scolding. She deserves this. She should be scorned for this. Playing with an oven will always result in being burned. Turns out, this spot that taunts and steals things is the worst oven to be played with.
She should've known.

She can feel the boy trying to pick her up through the waves of static. She fights an uphill battle from the comfort of the floor, trying to place her feet back onto the linoleum that marked the hallway. It was going to be a losing battle the longer she fought.

"Everywhere, Mr. Mamoru." Her voice is rasp, quiet. Like her voice has gone through the worst drought several summers over. 
She tries blinking out the static. Blinking out the image. It was no use.
Veronica
Everywhere... That's much more than he can do. He grabs her hand at least, numbing it. Just one area, not nearly enough, but maybe it'll help even just a little bit.

Moru has scolded her enough. She knows what happened. "Someone- someone's on the way, okay? Then we'll get you some water. You're still awake so th-that's good. That means it's okay." He has no idea if that's what it means.

"Maybe a strong painkiller can.. Yeah."