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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:19 pm
Dancer swam slowly back to shore as ordered. Crosscurrent's anger was something new. She made sure they were doing ok as she moved silently through the water now. Her mind trying to grasp what went wrong but comming up with nothing. She knew nothing of flying other then on the back of the big cat that she now noticed was pacing the water line and making worried sounds.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:01 pm
It hurt to swim. Adin Crosscurrent knew with hard earned certainty that he'd be beached for at least the next day. If not a few hands of days. And since there was no Healer around he dared not flesh-shape his tail to legs either or risk further damage.
Since he had to drag a hurt elf (High Ones, why a Glider?) too he pushed himself by funneling anger into action. A brief, "take a breath," before he 'sat' back beneath the waves and sought the least painful (hah!) way to position for swimming to shore. The weapon slung across his back making his spine ache further just be touch, but didn't hinder otherwise.
It was easier to make time if he wasn't supporting them above the waves. Crosscurrent used the stabbing pain to guess when he should surface, using the moment when he skimming.. the burden on his back more then able to lift his head to take air again... to judge how much further he had to go. Dancer he mostly ignored or he knew he'd further lash out. He needed to keep his temper with the youth. The Glider had no such saving grace.
**If you want to kill her you had best do it far from these waters** he lock-Sent with a warning mental growl. Protective of her. Angry at her. Wary/hateful of Gliders. The mixture like blood and ink.
Thankfully one doesn't shed tears of pain in the Vast Deeps. And the Glider shouldn't notice his laboring breathing since he wasn't used to the motions needed to propel underwater. Crosscurrent was more then tempted to untangle the net-bag slung across his front: the clams a spiteful addition of weight and form. However, who knew how he'd get his next meal.
ooc: apologies if it seemed I'd left you hanging. I couldn't reply or PM suddenly on Gaia.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 8:44 pm
It hurt to get drug through the water like a ragdoll. Savith obeyed the growled command, as truely as any Chosen Obeys His Lord. He clung on for dear life, battling the whole way to stay conscious and calm, lift his head and gulp more air when he was brought to the surface.
The locksend, protective and angry, wary and hateful, was taken in stride, but did little to help Savith remain focused on not drowning. It was a send similar to the wolfriders after their initial meeting turns ago that changed their world. It was so much easier, however, to push aside those angry thoughts when one is still able to fly out of sending range, or at least use a more urgent Call to redirect any emotions. As it was, he neglected to reply, and just clung on as best he could with the world starting to spin and getting enough air was getting harder and harder to do.
OOC: No worries. smile Bad Gaia. No cookies.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:12 pm
Once she could stand in the water Dancer waited anxiously for them to get close. When close enough she tried to take Savith from Crosscurrent. "Here give him to me please. You stay here in the water." She also knew that had to be better for him then shifting his body. Her tone was low and her eyes never met Crosscurrents. Placing her arms under Savith shoulders and wrapping them around his chest she said to him quietly in his ear. "This might hurt a bit." She lifted him as best she could and drug him onto the sand. Pushing herself to not stop till the water was just washing up to his feet. Gently she laid him down and sent. *Where are you hurt?* The send was business like but still worried with deep undertones of regret. Then her face twisted a little as she looked him over. The ankle clearly broken and swelling fast. "The boot needs to come off Savith." She looks up at him as she kneels at his feet. Her face serious now. She knows this is going to hurt a lot and he will be screaming.
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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:22 pm
Where he was hurt was clear for as soon as the water was shallow enough to walk, Savith didn't. He forced himself to hover, taking his weight off Dancer, but allowed her to guide him about. Savith, the elven helium balloon. It was all he could do, half-drowned as he was. He got lowered, letting the weight of the world take him again as she laid him down. He was dizzy and the pain of gravity pulling as his ankles again made him want to pass out. it was with that pain-induced fuzziness that Savith sent a wordless acknowledgment to Dancer.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:33 pm
Closing her eyes a moment she takes a deep breath and swallow hard. "One - two - Three" The boot is pulled off. Good thing it was a soft flexible leather. Setting the boot down she scrambled around looking for a stick or branch to brace the foot with. When one was found she then looked on Savith's person for a leather strap to tie it in place once it was set. *Is that the worst of it Savith?* She sounded worried. She glanced back to see if she could see Crosscurrent. He had to be hurting as well and she wanted to know how bad but after she tended to what was a wreck on Savith.
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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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Halfkin rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:38 pm
The lack of burden on his back was both a relief and yet twinged muscles in a whole new painful way. Swimming had further hurt him. And were his brother here he wouldn't even fight admitting how bad he felt.
Thankfully nobody reacted to his underwater choked scream as the Glider moved away.
Crosscurrent didn't feel even a slip of will to move further. The water current gently making him sway ever so slowly back towards the Vast Deep as he simple let it. It wasn't as if he had a choice: he had blacked-out completely. His body had sunk to the bottom no more then a few feet below the waves.
Absent of even dreams he lay there. His weapon slung on his back, his net-bag of clams pressed under his stomach.
ooc: I rolled and looks like he's outta it for a short time. ...he just has rotten luck with his health in dice rolls.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:32 pm
Dancer was worried for Crosscurrent but knew he didn't like the Glider so wasn't to supprised to not see him. *Crosscurrent, are you ok?* After no answer came she turned from Savith. Moving to the water she looked around. *Crosscurrent where are you?* She would soon dive in and look for him if still no answer came.
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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:36 pm
There was a reply: the mild Sendings 'ping' of the unconscience or asleep. As a Wavedancer he had a strong inclination to respond, more so then, say, the more Sending-numb Sunfolk. But he himself didn't stir.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:47 pm
A little wave of the mental hand was all it took and she was walking about in the direction of the send. Oh how could things go so wrong? There he was. He looked like he did when he slept but knew it was more then that. Going under she took hold of him the same way she did Savith when she moved him. Pulling him to shallow water but where he was still submerged for the most part. *Oh Crosscurrent wake up. I don't know how to help you. * Grief filled the send. She was worried and becoming scared.
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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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Halfkin rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:49 pm
Crosscurrent frowned in his 'sleep'. The feeling attached to his name dragged him back towards the waking world, but he only blinked as he adjusted to the pain and other sensations around him.
ooc: wake up, darn you! 1=remains unconscience, 10=semi, 20=wakes up
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:58 pm
Seeing his eyes blink and even a frown made her smile. *Oh thank you High Ones.* She sat right in the water and kept the stray hair from going in his face. Softly this time she lock sent to him. *How bad is your body hurt Crosscurrent? I know it's hard and you hurt but I need to know so I can help if I can.* She caressed his cheek lightly but her worried face was easy to notice. The send a bit more at ease but still worried.
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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:03 pm
'Can not lie in Sending. And don't want to sit up to use my voice..'
Crosscurrent settled for merely shaking his head a bit in answer of her questions. She was no healer to help what only time could touch now. It was only the presence of the Glider that kept him from arm-walking toward shore to more easily converse with Dancer.
Not that he'd forgotten his anger by any long shot.
So, rather then move or anything he gave the barest wave of a hand as he settled further on the water shore's soft sand. Making himself sleep... even if the Glider was near enough to clearly find him as Dancer had. He was willing to chance it at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 8:19 pm
At least he was where she could find him and he had opened his eyes. For the moment she would let him be. Looking back at Savith she suddenly felt exausted. Still she intended to keep an eye on them both. So reaching into the water she hefted Crosscurrent up again and moved him to where the water would roll lightly over his form but he wouldn't drift away.
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GentleMidnightDancer Crew
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 6:21 pm
When the boot came off, Savith kinda blacked out for a bit, letting her set the ankle without any sort of resistance. Thus, he didn't flinch at Dancer's worried sends, finally pulling himself back into consciousness sometime after Dancer had pulled Crosscurrent almost to shore. He pushed himself on his elbows and glanced about, groaning faintly as he moved.
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