dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Light. Pain. It feels like she’s been hit by a tank. The ceiling begins to come down and she’s walloped again.
The light - it fades and morphs and through the haze, Safrin appears (or at least her voice does), and on her back, covered with some stone, Wessex knows her part in this is likely over. She groans. Shifting under the rubble and pushing herself up to a sitting position, the first thing the Wraith sees is Jigano’s dragon and rolls her eyes. Hard. Until she sees the gas it’s breathing and the (potential) effects it has on Ronin, and dawns on her that he could have dragoned out a hell of a lot earlier and been far more persuasive. Between that and the protective stance he's taken, coiled around Ronin, and she's suddenly seeing red.
Struggling briefly under the slabs of ceiling, Wessex’s anger seems to fuel her strength and she shoves a piece off her legs. There is damage. The Ascended demi-god knows this, knows she is weaker than she’s been in a long time. Hissing as she does her best to push back from Jigano and towards one of the side walls with windows. “Are you fucking kidding me? It didn't occur to the great Sage that a dragon might be more useful than words? You could have stopped all of this -” her arms wave in the air to indicate the already half-destroyed temple “- and you DIDN’T? Ohhhh but when there’s a GODDESS in the room, you finally do something effective? Fuck off, you puss-dripping cunt, you and your fucking manipulative performances."
Jyoti's calls finally reach her ears, causing her to shake her head and heave herself up. She gives the dragon a scornful look and points. "You think you're better than Safrin at protecting him? You think she needs backup from a mortal? When he was never in danger of death in the first place?" Wessex laughs, looking at the Goddess in all her star-glory, not caring that she sees this outburst. Enough was likely directed at all of them, but there’s a purpose to her madness. After all, she'd just defended (kinda) Safrin earlier. Surely that counts for something. Surely keeping Amalia safe (when Jigano wouldn’t heal her) counts for more than something. Outside the reach of Ronin’s ring, she can feel her speed and senses returning. "No one needs you to save them, Jigano. Not the Fae, not that enslaved snake, and not Ronin. You're paranoid, and it blinds you." A sneer. Once again, he's no Sage, just an ignorant Outlander. He couldn't read the situation correctly, he couldn't work as part of a team, and he purposefully left Ama unconscious, knowing he was the only one with healing magic in the room.
By this point she's reached the base of the windows and picks up a large piece of rock, hurling it at the window in an attempt to break it and open a hole for Amalia to come in. "Amalia!" she yells towards the (hopefully) hole, "Your goddess is here!"
Help stop this nonsense.
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Wessex berates Jigano for not dragoning earlier, and then goes to a windows and tries to break it open with a rock to allow Amalia in
The light - it fades and morphs and through the haze, Safrin appears (or at least her voice does), and on her back, covered with some stone, Wessex knows her part in this is likely over. She groans. Shifting under the rubble and pushing herself up to a sitting position, the first thing the Wraith sees is Jigano’s dragon and rolls her eyes. Hard. Until she sees the gas it’s breathing and the (potential) effects it has on Ronin, and dawns on her that he could have dragoned out a hell of a lot earlier and been far more persuasive. Between that and the protective stance he's taken, coiled around Ronin, and she's suddenly seeing red.
Struggling briefly under the slabs of ceiling, Wessex’s anger seems to fuel her strength and she shoves a piece off her legs. There is damage. The Ascended demi-god knows this, knows she is weaker than she’s been in a long time. Hissing as she does her best to push back from Jigano and towards one of the side walls with windows. “Are you fucking kidding me? It didn't occur to the great Sage that a dragon might be more useful than words? You could have stopped all of this -” her arms wave in the air to indicate the already half-destroyed temple “- and you DIDN’T? Ohhhh but when there’s a GODDESS in the room, you finally do something effective? Fuck off, you puss-dripping cunt, you and your fucking manipulative performances."
Jyoti's calls finally reach her ears, causing her to shake her head and heave herself up. She gives the dragon a scornful look and points. "You think you're better than Safrin at protecting him? You think she needs backup from a mortal? When he was never in danger of death in the first place?" Wessex laughs, looking at the Goddess in all her star-glory, not caring that she sees this outburst. Enough was likely directed at all of them, but there’s a purpose to her madness. After all, she'd just defended (kinda) Safrin earlier. Surely that counts for something. Surely keeping Amalia safe (when Jigano wouldn’t heal her) counts for more than something. Outside the reach of Ronin’s ring, she can feel her speed and senses returning. "No one needs you to save them, Jigano. Not the Fae, not that enslaved snake, and not Ronin. You're paranoid, and it blinds you." A sneer. Once again, he's no Sage, just an ignorant Outlander. He couldn't read the situation correctly, he couldn't work as part of a team, and he purposefully left Ama unconscious, knowing he was the only one with healing magic in the room.
By this point she's reached the base of the windows and picks up a large piece of rock, hurling it at the window in an attempt to break it and open a hole for Amalia to come in. "Amalia!" she yells towards the (hopefully) hole, "Your goddess is here!"
Help stop this nonsense.
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Wessex berates Jigano for not dragoning earlier, and then goes to a windows and tries to break it open with a rock to allow Amalia in
