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RE: stonewall - Remi - 06-18-2019 The sounds all around were nearly indecipherable. From Phoebe's cry for Frey to the creature that arrived, the smell of electricity and the shouts from within, Remi's mind was a blur that couldn't possibly hope to reconcile the scene around him. What he could do though, was feel the walls, and feel them begin to buckle. [say]"HNnnnnnnn—! "[/say] The alchemist suddenly groaned, his voice rising into a wail as he sucked in a breath and focused all his attention on maintaining the structure of the ceiling and the walls around them. Even as Deimos began to pull him out, the reaper would feel the alchemist's body shuddering and shaking with the momentous effort of trying to prevent another cave-in. [say]"Are they—"[/say] Remi gasped, collapsing onto the ground in a winded pile, barely able to catch his breath. [say]"Isla can—"[/say] He tried again, biting his lip as he continued to hold up the structure of the cave. [say]"Tell me...when..every one is..out...I cannot hold..it...much..."[/say] Letting his head hit the ground, Remi continued to oscilate between panting and holding his breath, in a final effort to keep the rocks where they were. RE: stonewall - Phoebe - 06-18-2019 The sudden appearance of the earth spirit made Phoebe gasp and fall backward, amazed by the might of the being. It made quick work of the monster and the rockslide that followed. When it acknowledged her she smiled and nodded respectfully, Pim running up beside her. [say]”Thank you so much for your assistance.”[/say] she said to the spirit as it disappeared. Her attention then was suddenly taken by the group in need of rescue. Phoebe recognized almost all of them, and her brows knit together in concern as she rushed forward, her medic’s instinct taking over as soon as Deimos spoke her name. [say]”Isla! We need you, this man is badly hurt! You'll have have to carey him! ”[/say] she called back as she hurried to [say]”If anyone has breaks, I can set those in a minute but we need to get everyone out!”[/say] Phoebe called out to the group. Worst first. [say]"Deimos, Wessex, pick up anyone who can't walk!"[/say] she said, a hint of command in her tone. They needed out. Remi wouldn't hold the cave long. RE: stonewall - Jigano - 06-18-2019 He was not used to having to suffer broken bones for any length of time. He had become far too reliant on magical healing on his world, the nigh-instant touch of wand or kiss of potion righting the wrongs of a shattered body, or even the rush of power and relief from his own healing spells. Sitting in the dark, with gritted teeth and pain lancing through him every time he shifted his arm, was an exercise in fortitude that he would rather have done without. Proud as he was, the battered bard still leaned in to Rory's strength, taking comfort from his partner's presence even as he wished the hunter had been anywhere else that day than traipsing through the woods with him, trying to find an example of the diseased place Arduinna had shown him. Instead Delah had found them and then the earth had given way beneath them all... The pain left little concentration for being diplomatic with the Fae warchief, even if they hadn't been distracted by the ominous rumblings and shouts of combat beyond their boulder-locked prison. The ceiling shook and pattered dust and small rocks down onto them and Jigani winced, furred fox ears twitching as he tried to make sense of the muffled sounds that reached them through the darkness. Ears that instinctively melted away to human again at the first sign of light through the rocks as a tunnel to freedom was opened once more. He blinked against the near-blinding illumination from the distant day, then forced himself up as the voices were given faces - faces he knew. "I can wait," he coughed through the dust, nodding their rescuers towards Are instead, now that he could see how bad the other man's wounds were. He leaned his good shoulder into Towards "Warchief?" he said, voice hesitant as he winced and offered the petite warrior his good hand, keeping his broken arm cradled against his chest. "I mean no offense, but would you allow me to offer you aid? We fell down here together... and there's a certain symmetry in leaving together, as well. Please?" RE: stonewall - Are - 06-18-2019 Damn it. Gods damn it. Gods damn it all to whatever Hel came after! Livid was far too kind words to describe the fuming, shivering pile of arms, armor, crushed flesh and bone that seethed with impotent rage and adrenaline. Another stab into the land of the cursed Álfar had got him lost worse than when he visited the Labyrinth. Only to run into a whole bunch of them and... What had happened between unslinging his shield and waking up pinned like a bug was not even a blur. It just wasn't. He wanted to shout, to yell, to thrash, and to rip the offending boulder to pieces, but all that came of his efforts was a faint wheezing, gurgling cough and a mouthful of iron-tasting foulness spat out. A ragged breath made him come to it enough to realize the light above could just as well had been the Valkyries coming for him. At least the ego was still intact. The question broke through his hazy mind, as the wave of power was dying down. In it's wake came what he so had feared. Pain. Deep, throbbing, at first, but soon growing tenfold, hundredfold. Until his world was nothing but searing daggers following the blood returning to his crushed legs. A labored breath finally given wings and escaping his throat a desperate groan, a whimper from a dying dog. A dog looking up at Phoebe with eyes pleading for release. "No, I'm going, and fast, Phoebe." he managed to whisper between gasps for air and painful grimaces. What little resolve still left in his mangled corpse was mustered, a single word, a single memory a beacon to keep pushing. Not for the gods, not for glory, but for her. "But I'll make it. I have to. Signe's waiting." Are said, to Phoebe, to himself, and laughed weakly. RE: stonewall - Rory - 06-18-2019 "I'm never going into the forest again," had been the first thing he (rather calmly) had said after the world had disappeared beneath his feet. He had been lying on his side at that point, thrown down like a no longer interesting toy, rubble and ruin around him, his remark likely lost in the noise of his fellow earth-prisoners finding out how broken they were. Rory had figured out rather fast that he was just bruised and a bit battered (and shaken), but not everyone was so lucky. Out of politeness he had kept away from Delah and the Fae contingent trapped with them, realizing instead that Jigano had a broken arm, Amalia was about as fine as he, and Are was .. not having the best day in his life. At least he was alive, and he seemed stable (ish), but there wasn't a whole lot they could do about it. So he had spent his time in landslide jail alternating between trying to find a way out and just sitting next to Jigano. But once it became clear that their pleas were heard and—the earth opened up again—Rory dashed to his feet, an animal torn between standing his ground or fleeing, only there was no way to go. If the trembling cavern chose to collapse on them... Fear was fast and flighty and in his chest. He fought to slow his breathing again, seeing the familiar faces against the sudden and bright light—Deimos, Phoebe, Remi, Wessex... He wanted to bolt to the day beyond, into the free air, but he was acutely aware of Jigano, of Delah, of Are, and for a moment he was a rock and the world the ocean spilling around him— But one thing quickly became obvious: they had to get out now. He didn't understand it, but he saw it, Remi collapsing... "We have to get out now," he said, echoing Phoebe, though he wasn't sure for whose benefit he spoke. Uncomfortable and afraid he drifted after Jigano, towards the Fae. "Do any of you need support?" he asked uncertainly. RE: stonewall - Wessex - 06-18-2019 The creature is defeated - for now - but the trembling walls tell her they’re not out of harm’s way yet. Muttering colorful curses to herself again, she looks up, and then looks around. Orders are yelled, the girl tries to boss her around (stupid git, she would have gone for the wounded and unable to walk anyway, what does she look like, an amateur?), but nobody really moves. Except for Deimos, pulling Remi out. Good man. “EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW!” Friend or foe, that ceiling didn’t care; it was coming down whether they liked it or not. Springing forward, Wessex raises her arm and calls out for the unicorn. “Isla! Take Are out.” Moving towards the crushed giant, she doesn’t wait to assess his wounds when the death rattle is on his lips. If the others haven’t moved yet, she goes to them, to Wessex does her best to herd the battered group out of the cave, life and death in her harsh words and bladed tongue. RE: stonewall - Amalia - 06-19-2019 It was a fascinating turn of events. One moment they have all met, serendipitously, upon solid ground. The next the ground is giving out, and they are falling, human and fae alike, tumbling into darkness together, trapped beneath the earth. At least they have light: Jyoti works diligently to fill the cavern with stars, soothing and investigating, while Amalia tries her hand at aid. She is remarkably uninjured, having nothing but the blossom of a bruise upon her hip, so she focuses on others for the time being, tearing her tunic into a sling for Their rescue cannot come soon enough. When it does, it feels like sunrise is breaking into their small prison, like the world has finally opened up. The figures who greet them are unexpected, but not unwelcome: RE: stonewall - Delah - 06-19-2019 With arms slung over the shoulders of her kin and her wings buzzing to help keep the weight off of her shattered leg, the warchief had no spare limbs with which to shake In voices like gravel and falling leaves, the fae declined all offers of aid. One winced an apologetic look towards As the cluster of fae find themselves back into the light, Delah turns a head over her shoulder, eyes focused on With a quick nod to Remi who has clearly been supporting the structure, Delah turns back to her warriors. Then, with a sound like bees and rain, the fae lift off and depart. RE: stonewall - Remi - 06-19-2019 Having once had the mind of a woman proves very useful just now, as Isla does not require her counterpart to translate the words shouted in her direction. Moving swiftly towards Meanwhile, with eyes clasped shut and his teeth clenched, the alchemist can feel unconsciousness settling upon him like cool shade. Feeling RE: stonewall - Jigano - 06-19-2019 His offer of help was rebuffed, though it really wasn't unexpected. Jigano bowed his head in acceptance of her choice, and gave the one Fae who seemed uncertain a wry smile. Once the (other) injured were safely on their way out he followed, letting Even as he leaned on Rory's strength he offered his own comfort in the warm solidity of his body as the nightmare of the claustrophobic little cavern they'd been trapped in began to be washed away by the sunlight and open air around them now. But Delah's parting shot to He arched a brow at her, curiosity clearly eating at him, but like his arm that, too would wait. "We should get back to the Infirmary," he said quietly instead, looking around at those gathered and their various wounds. Are, of course, needed a bed and further care beyond Isla's magic, but his own arm and Deimos's bruises looked in need of a bit of doctoring as well, and Remi was clearly suffering from something he couldn't see. At least the others didn't look hurt too badly, though he wasn't sure how well Wessex would do if she remained in the sunlight for very long, even beneath her cloak. RE: stonewall - Deimos - 06-19-2019 Cacophonies and exchanges, a blending and lending of power and contribution: this was how chaos unfurled and then restored itself, with people, with intonations, with powers and prestige. It was a strange, eerie, enigmatic sensation of sanctuary, even as they were barely outside the cave, even as they could hardly breathe, even as they traversed, stumbled, and bombarded their way to those lost, rescued, and escaped. He nodded his weary thanks to many as they passed by, proffering an extension to The one he owed was fighting off waves of exhaustion, and as As he rose, his eyes cast around the scene again – trying to identify if there was anyone else at a loss, without aid, without someone to guide them to safety. He followed after Wessex’s bark, providing one of his own, loud and booming, prospered deep from his bruised and beaten chest. [say]“Everyone set?”[/say] Then they could go to further havens and sanctuaries, heal properly, rest, until the next pandemonium, the next rising interval of bedlam and menace. RE: stonewall - Remi - 06-20-2019 The words were like a wave of relief that crashed over the alchemist's weary senses. Trusting the reaper implicitly, Remi released his hold over the earth and as he did so, the remainder of the cave came crashing down. Heart hammering in his chest and dizziness sweeping over him, he hardly felt himself being lifted. Once he realized it though, Remi's smile grew crooked despite its weariness. [say]"I can be smaller—"[/say] He managed through lips that were suddenly too dry. His body rapidly shrunk in Deimos' arms until he was nothing but a darkened ball of fur; a raccoon was much easier to carry than a man, after all. |