From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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01-01-2024, 10:48 PM (This post was last modified: 01-01-2024, 10:49 PM by Evie.)
Evie
No dust will ever grow on this frame One million years, and I will still say your name
Evie coordinates efforts for the infirmary immediately. She is bitterly grateful for having reached out to others ahead of time, as it means repairs and restocking can begin immediately after the meteor hits. She stands on a crate to elevate herself above the crowd of both volunteers and overflow patients with minor enough injuries that they are capable of waiting until the infirmary has been secured to be treated. With her fiery hair twisted and hastily pinned on her head, she directs groups of volunteers with a stony expression, taking charge of the efforts to repair what had once been her first home in Halo.
"I need a group here to break down the rest of the front entrance and clear the debris so we can use both doors," she calls, voice clear and carrying easily over the harried citizens as she points to the central front door. Only the side door had been spared in the quakes and aftershocks of the initial impact, and there is too much foot traffic to be sustained by that singular portal. "A spot for debris and any ruined supplies has been marked over here. I need a group to ferry rubble over there. There are wheelbarrows for larger pieces." Finally she looks over to the cluster of injured individuals she'd directed to stand in a group. "Anyone injured, please form a line and myself and a few others trained in emergency care will separate you into groups of urgency and provide what temporary supplies we can." She waves her arm, encouraging them forward so she can begin looking at the first few. She will need to reserve her stamina and magic for the longhaul of more devastating injuries in the next vital hours and days, but she uses her magic to probe and ensure no internal injuries or other risky developments are hiding beneath the surface.
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Welcome to the Infirmary PQ! This doubles as a SE participation for "Complete a thread trying to repair the devastation in one of the affected regions."
There are three available tasks to choose from immediately, consider this round one. There is currently no planned cap for the PQ, but the list is set at 4 for now.
- A group to break down the damaged front door and haul away the pieces
- A group to haul general debris to a marked location
- A group to evaluate minor injuries on civilians and separate them into groups of urgency/provide basic care
The Sword alternated between rescuing those from the Bay, anything the shelter needed, and aiding the citizens at large. Mind far too locked into tasks rather than anything else stretched thin and menacing, he kept letters at the back of his mind until later.
He entered the Infirmary in the midst of chaos in his forbearing silence, listening as the Evergreen delivered orders. Muffling the vaguest laugh and stuffing whatever food he’d managed to snag into his mouth, he immediately turned for the broken door. His strength could be better served here, for he certainly could assess emergency care and declare it ‘bad’ (albeit, not much use on that forefront), or haul debris, but this provided some more vehemence and an outlet for frustrations and trepidation.
So with Mastered Earth, he began to break apart pieces, chiseling them away from foundations, passing them to other workers.
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Deimos takes the damaged front door and begins breaking it down with Mastered Earth magic.
we exhume our enemy's bones we are battling, hungry beasts
And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars
Alys arrived in a state of disarray, but it was clear that she was not the only one who had rushed to get here to help. Her dark curls were pinned atop her head messily and her clothes were wrinkled, but she was here. She was alive. It was more than many could say.
As Evie called instructions across the crowd, Alys moved quickly to her side, ready to offer her healing magic to evaluate patients. She might still be a novice with her newest magic, but it was, ironically, the strongest one she possessed. She'd be put to better use here than hauling debris or breaking open the front doors. As the injured began to move forward, Alys began the process of separating them by severity, every now and then consulting with those more experienced than she to make sure that those who needed help most urgently were seen.
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Alys begins to evaluate and treat injuries!
And why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Sah made his way over as soon as he'd ensured that his family was safe. In the wake of the disaster, he assumed the infirmary was the best place to go to help. Arriving just in time to hear Evie give out instructions, he's proven correct. People broke away to start working and the Abandoned headed towards the first section of rubble.
Calling forth his telekinesis, he began to collect the debris in large chunks. Once he had a decent amount, he turned and moved it to the marked location. It took a few trips, but between his magic and labor, Sah did his best to clear out the scrap efficiently. The amount of wreckage was nearly overwhelming.
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Sah uses mastered telekinesis and physical strength to haul the debris to the marked location.
No dust will ever grow on this frame One million years, and I will still say your name
It doesn’t take long for groups to form, volunteers grim-faced and determined, aware of the necessity of their efforts and the injured waiting in the wings. Evie can only be bittersweetly grateful that though the damage to the land was unavoidable, at least their death and injury tolls were significantly lower than Torchline’s - or as high as they could have been if she and Deimos had not spread the word to stay in the Citadel.
Deimos is given a wan smile, too far for her to reach as he begins to dismantle and break apart the doors with little issue. As Sah moves piles of debris away, there will be plenty of space for Deimos to work if he needs it, and the pathway begins to clear courtesy of the Wild Thunder. It allows the injured to line up in front of Evie and Alys, who is given a tired, appreciative smile and the gentle brush of a shoulder as they work side by side.
Evie uses her earth magic to pull gravel and soil from a long scrape on a woman’s arm, then water magic to help irrigate and cleanse the wound before wrapping it in gauze, directing the civilian to the proper area for lowest risk injuries. As she glances up from her work after countless minutes, she calls out to the two groups aiding Sah and Deimos. “Can a small group go inside and start cleaning up and straightening beds?” Inside there will be beds scattered and out of line from the quake of the impact, and supplies littered across the ground that would need to be sorted through; some were contained in sterile packaging and could be reused, while bottles and vials had shattered and spilled and would need to be cleaned up for safety before anyone could enter the side of the building Deimos had opened.
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Round two!
Deimos has succeeded in opening the main entryway, and Sah has cleared the path for the injured to come inside safely. Evie and Alys still have injured to categorize, but there’s a new task for the others!
Inside the infirmary the beds are scattered from the quake, and supplies on the floor need to be retrieved if they’re sterile and can be used or cleaned up so there’s no glass around. Pick a task, or both if you’d like! Feel free to utilize NPCs as well.
Concentration honed on whatever destruction he could enable, he managed to give firm nods to Sah and Alys both as they arrived and participated in the efforts. Grateful as ever and always for their assistance in the broad reach across Halo, especially now, when everything seemed to hang in an embittered and exhausting balance.
The door gave in easily to his menace, and before long he had to extend his attention elsewhere. Content others would be able to wind their way within, he stretched and rose from his crouch, gaze falling to the beds and items as Evie gave further directions. Opting for rearranging the furniture, because his knowledge of medical devices was limited to bandages, stitches, and gauze, he made his way over in brooding silence, beginning to maneuver the necessary equipment and furnishings.
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Deimos begins moving the beds!
we exhume our enemy's bones we are battling, hungry beasts
The paths are cleared without a hitch, much to Sah's relief. With how extensive the damage to the building had appeared to be, he'd expected more trouble with it. With the next tasks given, Deimos goes for the beds, so the Wild Thunder turns to the scattered supplies. The broken and spilled vials are swept away with telekinesis and air magic first. Sah wasn't especially familiar with medical supplies and didn't want to risk getting something hazardous on his skin.
With the more 'dangerous' items dealt with, he grabbed extra hands to sweep up the other broken glasses and toss the contaminated supplies. Afterward, all that was left was to collect the sterilely wrapped items. Using his creation magic, Sah created bins to sort them into. Even if he didn't know what everything was, he could still place identical items into one container.
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Sah works with NPCs to dispose of broken and unsterile supplies and to retrieve and store what's usable.
No dust will ever grow on this frame One million years, and I will still say your name
Neither beds nor debris will be difficult for the accomplished men who undertake those tasks. The beds are already built with wheels, so it's a matter of putting them in place and locking them down with a quick tap of the foot for Deimos. The supplies take a bit of discernment to decide what is safe to reuse and what is not, but the workers helping Sah are familiar with their uses, and cleaning it all up is short work.
Meanwhile, outside, Evie and Alys work their way through injured civilians until the beds and supplies are taken care of, which immediately and appreciatively frees the two up as nurses begin filtering the injured inside and triaging them to appropriate sections of the clinic.
Evie sticks her head in to evaluate the interior now that she's been freed, and frowns up at the ceiling and walls where cracks are evident in the drywall and timber. "We should get those patched up. The foundations are still solid, but it will prevent it from spreading." If they don't do it now, it will surely be looked over in the chaos of what's to come, and the problem will only spread with pressure and moisture over time.
Construction materials are readily available given what they'd come together to do, so Evie fetches some compound and uses her earth magic to mix it quickly, getting it ready to be spread with trowels that she hands to Sah and Deimos. Magic is helpful, but much of this would still need to be done by hand. "Let's split up, okay?" With a wan smile, Evie heads to a corner of the clinic and begins spreading the spackle into the cracks with her own trowel. It would be an eyesore until it could be painted, but at least it would hold.
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Round three!
Let's get some cracks filled in the timber beams and drywall of the clinic interior!
The Sword glanced at the surroundings too – not permitting the rest of the world rambling around them to distract his mind from the proceedings. The cracks in the timber and drywall left him with a stoic balance between a frown and reticence – not surprised, but irritating nonetheless. At the very least, for the moment, they didn’t have to overhaul the entire building, and he’d utilize that modest and minimal relief to maneuver onward.
Nodding towards Evie’s directions, he was still half-inclined to utilize magic. But spackle could only be moderately enhanced by all the incantations riled through his soul and beneath his veins, so instead of leaning into the sigh that desperately wanted to leave his chest, he snagged at trowels and materials, going to an opposite corner and beginning to cover the cracks.
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Deimos helps fill in cracks on the wall.
we exhume our enemy's bones we are battling, hungry beasts
Sah followed Evie's lead and grabbed a towel. He would have preferred magic, but if the Evergreen and Sword were refraining, there had to be a reason. It was as he was smoothing over one of the cracks that it became clear how much finesse it took to tend to some of the cracks. Doing it by hand was probably for the best. Longevity and security were the goals for the repairs. Not speed.
Halo's clinic was coming along nicely. As Sah patched another crack he wondered just what color the walls should be once they were done being repaired. He wasn't one for interior design but making the walls white seemed too depressing.
No dust will ever grow on this frame One million years, and I will still say your name
Though the patches are unsightly, they are strong, and perhaps there's a message to take from that in the wake of such destruction. The infirmary is beginning to settle into a rhythm around the three workers. A fast-paced one, but Evie can tell from years of experience that it's well-managed and under control, which is quite promising.
Turning back to Sah and Deimos after a quick glance around, Evie gestures to the sconces and braziers on the walls that stand empty. "Can you re-light those? We need to get the warmth back in here from having the doors open so long, and I'm sure everyone will be working around the clock." They won't have time to stop and tend to oil lamps or dwindling fires. If they're already here, she'll ensure it's taken off their plates. Plus it will mean less worry about blanket supplies, which will surely be swiftly vanishing to cover injured patients.
With no fire magic of her own to speak of, Evie instead sees to dispersing exactly those blankets to the foot of the bed of each patient, ready for the nurses to utilize when ready without having to waste any time retrieving them.
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Last round!
Light the oil lamps and sconces, or just help warm the room in general! Evie is distributing blankets to each footboard if you'd like to help with that instead.
The patches could be worked over in the near future – and though he’d hate to leave it in such an array, there were other matters to tend to. Listening to Evie’s next set of directions, he nearly smirked – favored incantations were always something he was willing to unfurl and unravel.
So while Evie distributed blankets, the Sword tended to one side of the infirmary’s oil lamps, sconces, braziers, and fireplaces, gathering the infernal enchantments with great mastery and control. They swept along and around, finding purchase across candles and wood, striving to enhance the cold depths of the rooms with greater warmth and coverings, hoping it would lend aid to those shivering in the perpetual season.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Fire to light nearby lamps, braziers, and fireplaces.
we exhume our enemy's bones we are battling, hungry beasts
Sah eyed the walls with mild dissatisfaction, wishing they had the time to touch them up. He normally wasn't one to care about an interior being bare bones, but for some reason, it wouldn't stop nagging him today. Deimos, taking one side of the infirmary, pulled him from his thoughts and helped the Wild Thunder refocus.
Channeling his own fire magic, Sah went around and lit the lamps, sconces, and other fire sources in his section. Once they were lit, he switched tactics. Evie was distributing blankets, but chances were that they'd need more in the near future. Using his creation magic, Sah created a pile of soft and warm blankets on one of the nearby tables. He folded them into a neat stack once he was done.
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Sah uses mastered fire magic to light the lamps and other fire sources. He then uses creation magic to make just a few more blankets and folds them on a table in the corner for easy distribution.
No dust will ever grow on this frame One million years, and I will still say your name
Evie manages a grin at Deimos' hearty response, having intentionally provided the task to the two men not only for their mastery over the element, but because she knows firsthand how much Deimos loves being provided any possible opportunity to utilize it. With the infirmary picking up and settling into a familiar pace around them, it even has her smiling a little as she distributes blankets.
Noticing Sah creating more, Evie brushes past him and squeezes his elbow with a smile. "Thank you," she murmurs as she passes by, because creation magic takes up more energy than most, and while the infirmary isn't under her direct purview anymore, it will always mean the world to her, so it feels quite personal for him to be helping out so readily.
With her finger on the proverbial pulse of the infirmary, Evie can tell they're not needed any longer, and will only take up vital floor space if they stay. Gesturing for both men to join her, Evie tilts her head to the side door with a smile. "They've got it from here. Thank you, both of you. This will go a long way to helping with disaster relief." Normally, she would invite them to dinner or some other form of relaxation as payment, but there are still so many tasks yet to do, so for now she can only walk with them out into the brisk air of the Citadel.
