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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 12:05 pm
Hvergelmir followed where the Mars knight's eyes led, over his shoulder. God, she'd nearly forgotten. The man was still alive -- there was still time. It wasn't too late. The squire's words were slow to register with her. She put a hand down to the wound on her torso, only just remembering that the painful stitch in her side wasn't from running, but from the long slice of a sharp bracer. Her fingers came back bloody, the skin sharply stinging where dress and flesh had been torn open -- but her rib cage had done its job, protecting her internal organs and deflecting the blow from doing more serious harm. A few stitches, maybe. It could've been worse. The man across from her was already showing the marks of worse injuries. She'd live. And the lieutenant on the street, his face a mess of red -- he'd barely moved while they fought. He needed immediate, professional care. She shook her head at the offer to take her somewhere to tend her wounds, her eyes not connecting with the Mars knight, but over his shoulder -- with the prone form of the lieutenant on the ground. "No," she said absently, stirring herself back into motion. "No, I have to, um -- I have to -- " Hvergelmir pushed her way around the side of the squire and grabbed her skirt, running over to sink to her knees by the fallen lieutenant's side instead. Up close, his prospects looked potentially grim: his face barely held its shape, skin pulped and torn. His eyebrow ridge was cracked on one side, as was the cheekbone beneath it, dented in so that it no longer protected the soft tissue of his eye. If the eyeball itself had survived the squire's assault, she couldn't tell; beneath all the blood, his eyelids on that side were already swollen shut. He peered up at Hvergelmir now through just one eye, now, nearly as swollen as the other. His nose was broken, so he breathed through his mouth -- his lip torn into a horrible split -- and she thought, in the dark, red space, she could see the shadows of broken and missing teeth. One of his arms seemed to be broken in at least one place. His breathing was short, wheezy, and desperately labored -- part of his rib cage seemed to move in the opposite direction it was supposed to when he breathed. Without being any kind of a medical professional, she knew that was a bad sign -- flail chest, maybe. She'd looked up major rib injuries back when she and Sarras had had their run-in with a youma two months before. "I'm -- I'm going to get you help, okay?" she told him, watching his one open eye carefully to see if he seemed to understand. "You'll be okay. Just stay still." He stared at her with that one eye, then coughed -- she couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a response. Either way, he didn't seem to be going anywhere.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 3:40 pm
From the look in her eyes, he knew she was going to pass on his offer to get somewhere and tend to herself. He'd seen this reaction, time and again, in those that were convinced death was not a just consequence. He sighed as she ran past him, shutting his eyes and listening to the patter of her slippers as they beat a path to the lieutenant. Gehenna knew he had no right to tell her what was wrong, not after he'd nearly ended her life in his path to justice. He still couldn't bring himself to save the lieutenant though, he couldn't even bring himself to feel guilt for that particular set of blows at all. He half turned and opened his eyes to look at her there, stooped above a man that would surely have stolen her starseed had he the strength to move his hands. She was going to undo the only thing he knew he'd done right. "He fought me with the power of a starseed," he called out to her, squashing the urge to grimace when the separated bone in his nose protested, "you can probably find the body close by". One hand reached up to press tenderly against the swelling flesh as he fell back to silence. He would have to set it before this super human healing began to stitch it together too crooked. It seemed like as good of an excuse as any to turn back in the direction she had come from, ready to fade back into the darkness he had crawled out of. He spared her one last look - pale hair, bloody side - and let his eyes settle on the sprawling street before him. He passed beneath the first lamp post he had taunted Nestorite with, when he'd been more confident in himself and how this night was going to end. The darkness of the shaded awnings swallowed him in moments and he was gone, walking the first steps of his downward spiral.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 4:36 pm
The Mars knight didn't come to her aid, didn't try to help her to save the life that was dwindling in front of them. She hadn't held out much hope that he would -- plenty enough people had shared their opinions with her that this war was too bloody and too dangerous to spend it doing anything but killing as many people as you could -- but it still presented a problem, all the moreso when he departed. How was Hvergelmir going to get the injured man to help? Even with the added strength of her powered form, had she been in top physical condition, she didn't think she could carry an entire person's worth of dead weight anywhere -- but particularly not with a nasty cut along her rib cage, and not without doing a lot of additional stress to the lieutenant's injuries, maybe killing him from the effort. The Mars squire had maybe been strong enough -- depending on how badly he was hurt -- but he was gone now. What should she do? Beneath her helpless gaze, the injured officer let out a long, low groan of pain. "Okay," she answered it reflexively. "Okay -- I get you. I'll get help, you just hang on." Even if she powered down -- which she knew wasn't safe whatsoever -- it wouldn't do any good. On the nights when she went to the park, or out on patrol, she didn't carry her phone or any ID when she was in civilian form. If something happened to her, she was too worried about dying and leaving a corpse that could lead the Negaverse back to her family or her friends. Better to assume that they'd have little problem identifying her body if the worst were to happen. She came from relative privilege -- the police would track down her parents easily. She still had her ring. She could call Babylon, or Camelot -- but how long would it take? Would the lieutenant even be willing to power down and risk his identity? Would the hospital even be enough? Without much other recourse, Hvergelmir settled on calling for Camelot's help once again -- but as she looked around for something to write on, another thought came to her. Another avenue she could try, one that might show more promise of actual help. It took her a few minutes scrabbling through the dark before she managed to find where she'd dropped her puzzle book and pen when she'd run at the Mars squire earlier. It was another few minutes running back to where the injured officer lay, tearing out a page from the book, then scribbling a hasty note on it. I practiced his name, all their names. I looked it up, to be sure, just on the off chance I ever needed it. Thank God.There was a lot of blood on the ground, and some smeared on her hands, her pen, the note itself. Normally she would've found some other option, but she didn't know how long it would take to figure something out -- so, eager to get her missive on its way, she dipped the head of her signet ring in a nearby bloodstain, then pressed it hard to the page, stamping the mark of Hvergelmir in blotchy scarlet. The paper shimmered in the air -- a crossword puzzle printed on either side, completed at some earlier date, with Hvergelmir's writing scribbled in the white space by one of the puzzles, and sealed in blood. Titanlåvenite -
lieutenant found badly injured
cherry & madison ave.
near aquarium
please come
- Hvergelmir of CosmosShe settled in to wait, trying very carefully to pull the hair away from where it was starting to stick in some of the officer's congealing wounds. "Help's on the way," she tried to reassure the fallen officer. "You'll be alright. A captain's coming for you." In truth, Hvergelmir had no way of knowing when, or if, her message would be received. From what little she knew of Titan, she was fairly confident he'd show up if he got her message, if he could -- but if not, she'd give him a few minutes and then try Camelot instead. Then Babylon. Then anyone else she knew. Someone would have to come. Ivynian if you're still up for it <3 IM me if you want to discuss~
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 11:46 pm
Restless sleep and haunted dreams had chased him out again at a stupid hour. At all hours. There was the excuse of having a job now, that shipments for the tea store may arrive at odd hours, or that their arriving meant that he had to do his work outs at stranger hours. He didn't know if Colin or Avior had noticed any differences in him- more quiet, more sullen and sombre, less energetic when he wasn't actively doing something. He tried to attribute it in himself to the concern for his lord, for Wolframite, for many people and things. For his own hands, covered in blood from missions. But he got softly and quietly up just the same tonight, pulling UnderArmour heat gear on and grabbing his gym bag from its place on a hook on the door. He left it at the gym before heading out on a 'jog', one of many on many nights that involved a very different uniform. Titanlåvenite was letting a young hoodlum down to the pave of an alley, the graffiti cans quieted and waiting for the poor youth when he came to. A note appeared from nowhere, the same as the post it that had appeared some while before from Babylon. Knight magic! He caught the missive with excitement, forgetting the victim, though not the large energy orb he pocketed. Scanning it, at first the captain was deeply confused. A knight had sent him a.....crossword? A partially done crossword? He was terrible at crossword puzzles. Did they need help with it? Why not send it to Benitoite, he was very smart? He looked for the seal next, flipping the paper in his hands all four directions until his eyes were drawn at last to the red seal and the name. BLOOD. Hvergelmir, no-His great heart leapt to a race, adrenaline kicked active in sudden panic, reading over the words scrawled in margin above the name and sigil. It took a few seconds and scans to register. He didn't know the roads, but he knew the aquarium. A lieutenant. She called me for a wounded lieutenant? Me? And....she didn't kill them. She's letting...us take one of our wounded from the field. Oh, Bright Lady! Honor follows her feet and train. The aquarium was too far to just teleport right away, so he ran at first. It was straight as the crow flew, taking buildings as they came until he knew it wasn't far enough to cripple him to focus and appear near the aquarium. After that, it was easy to feel the auras, weak and strong and to follow their direction. He could see her glow in the dim, crouched near when must be the lieutenant. At least they still have an aura. That is a good sign."Hvergelmir!" he called as he trotted over, eyes getting wider as he did. Her dress was staining red, but too high. Not what was touching the ground. "Lady....lady you are wounded too-" Puffy-cheek getting puffier where the blow had fallen under her eye, marring the tradition of her beauty with the that of the battlefield. Titan knelt hard by her, tucking her note still held in one hand into the open breast of his shirt. "What happened here? Did..." He, looked like a he. He tried to bring a name to match the uniform. Hoping he could manage if the poor creature was a member of the SpecOps. "Was this your battle? Did he attack you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 3:26 pm
It was Titan's very evident tone of concern that clued Hvergelmir into the fact that, at that moment, she probably looked like some kind of minor train wreck. She was kneeling in a pool of blood, and had wiped blood-soaked hands off on her dress a few times already; her hairstyle was half collapsed and falling around her face from when she'd been knocked to the ground; her left cheek and her side were both bleeding where her skin had been no competition for Gehenna's armored elbow and fist. Dirt stains were everywhere. Despite what he'd called her, she was pretty sure she looked nothing like a lady, and more like she belonged on the cover of a Les Miserables playbill. No wonder he sounded alarmed. In any other circumstance, she might've spared a giggle for the notion that she possessed the kind of martial prowess that could lay a lieutenant flat out like this with only a few injuries for her trouble. As it was, though, not wanting to be blithe, or to make the situation sound more worrying than it was, she opted just to stick with the truth. "No," she gave a quick shake of her head. "I got here late -- he was fighting a Mars knight. A squire -- one with very dangerous magic." She considered how to explain what she'd seen, settling eventually on something she figured someone with a Norwegian(-ish?) background might understand anyway. "Kind of like a berserker?" Hvergelmir continued her inspection of the fallen man's neck, trying to see if it seemed safe to move him. He had so many injuries -- it was so hard to tell. "I got in his way, that's all. I don't think he meant to." It had happened quickly, and been over just as quickly. She still hadn't really had time to process any of it. Her hands were shaking, she realized, pulling them back before she caused the wounded officer any more distress. Titan was here, though. He'd come to help. She was so relieved. Hvergelmir pointed unsteadily at the fallen man's torso, his shallow, shuddery breathing. "You'll have to, um, be careful of his chest. See how the ribs puff the wrong way, kind of? It's maybe a lung injury. I think."
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:57 pm
"Úlfheðinn?!" He seemed excited at first, then gradually more reserved. "You are not a well...and the valkyrie was just a sushi...well....maybe it could be true. " He looked between the lieutenant's injuries and hers, frowning severely. They were not made, either of them, for taking on a berserker. Titan watched her hands, like pale leaves trembling before the coming of autumn. She is afraid? Of the berserker? Of the injuries on this one? Maybe both? Maybe something else? Well, some things can offer her comfort faster. He pulled the large energy orb he'd only just been gathering, leaning over the captain to look into the one kinda open eye. He spoke slowly, to try to ensure understanding, in case the man coudl manage some autonomy, "I am Captain Titanlåvenite. I'm giving you an energy orb. Break it with your teeth, or swallow it. Heal with it. It will help." At least with ...maybe the lung? Or maybe some part of his face. They used energy and starseeds to heal mid-battle all the time, but there was no telling what and how much this one had already used. If anything. Better to not risk a starseed and making him into a youma. He pushed the orb past the mangled lips, waiting for reaction. There was a movement in the throat after a few slow breaths. The caving in the torso got a little less severe. The guy still wasn't going to go anywhere anytime fast. Titan stood up summoning his hammer to hand, "I'm going to stabilize you for travel, one moment while I break a bench. " At least public spaces had them, and none too far. With his hammer and captain's strength, it wasn't hard to break the seating board of one clear off and bring it over. After that, it was taking off his non-skull epaulet to get the belting out of the armor piece for one strap and his crossing hammer belt for the other. "You need help too, Lady. Can you walk? Is there someone who could escort you? I would if there is no other. I can carry you on shoulder while carrying this steady. But ....one of your own would let you power down more easily and remain anonymous. Maybe? "
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 9:04 pm
Hvergelmir managed a faint smile for the utterly sincere way Titan seemed to react to things. She was relieved, frankly, that he seemed to lack anything resembling a powerful temper: it had occured to her that he might take the reality of the wounded lieutenant's state badly, and nurse a grudge against Hvergelmir's side for it. She hated to imagine driving him further into the arms of the Negaverse, or bringing down the Negaverse's wrath on a single Mars knight. If a man hadn't been dying in the street, she wouldn't have risked it. Apparently she needn't have worried, though. Actually, her decision to call Titan had apparently been wiser than she'd realized. While Hvergelmir's level of presence-of-mind in this particular situation had apparently been "panic and scribble on crossword puzzles," Titanlåvenite was steady as a rock. He took to the emergency and started addressing it with startling aplomb, while she sat there essentially twiddling her thumbs stupidly in spite of all the helpful first aid training Sailor Gunn had tried to impart to them. "No, God, I couldn't!" she passed on his offer to piggyback her to a hospital along with the fallen lieutenant. She had no doubt he could manage it easily -- especially considering the matter-of-factness of one moment while I break a bench, but -- in addition to the fact that this was a very inappropriate situation in which to be blushing -- it would've been a completely needless situation, and she didn't want to squander his good graces on self-indulgent shoulder rides. "I've asked you for enough favors already! It's fine, I can walk. I'll, um -- I'll call Camelot to come pick me up, no problem." (In actuality, she was lying blithely and had no intention of calling anyone to escort her anywhere, but he didn't need to know that. She couldn't call Camelot every time she had a bad day, no matter how much she sometimes wanted to.) "I'm just so grateful you came," she said, pushing the tangled mess of her hair back over her shoulder. " Thank you so much."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 6:51 pm
Titan quirked from his gatehr of belts, lifting the plank over them and stretching them out so that they wouldn't get caught under the Lieutenant when he finally shifted him over. It was another moment fishing, out of the tight cinch of the weight-belt like leather that supported his waist. It was a small, pocket-sized notepad no longer than 3 inches to any side. "I met Camelot once, long ago. Please. Write him. Or Babylon. He was a great help to me. He is a kind Lord. " He leaned over the Lieutenant then, furrowing a line deep between his brows as he looked down. "I am so sorry, I need to move you. It will hurt, but after that, I can move the bench instead, and you will be very secure. Keep concentrating." He lightly rested a big paw on one of the Lieutenant's forearms. He looked back to the lady to see if she was writing. Admittedly, he was also very cusious to see a how the notes vanished. If they really just poufed on the knights side, or if there was some other effect to the magic. He spared it only a glance though, slowly working fingers under the man and trying to plan for his forearms to help stabilize other sections. It was a quick, floating maneuver to set the fallen laying onto the length of the benchplank then. The straps secured after another breath. "Don't drop your uniform. Stay with me. You will be safe soon; I won't let harm come to you." He looked up to Hvergelmir again, sincerity and thankfulness full bloom, "No, Lady, my thanks is to you. You let me draw from the field one of our fallen. It is an old custom that I thought died long, long ago. You bring honor to the field again, even if you do not fight on it. "
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 2:59 pm
The flaw in Hvergelmir's plan was that, in addition to being infinitely tall, cut like a superhero, beautiful with all his silky blond hair and unfair gray eyes, and bighearted probably to a fault, Titanlåvenite was also apparently just a boy scout extraordinaire. List of known merit badges: Bench-breaking Badge, First Aid Badge, Bedside Manner Badge, and now Carrying Emergency Notepads Badge. It was a little bit galling, all things considered. She hadn't planned on sending anyone any messages -- but of course now she was going to have to. Hvergelmir bit her lip, hovering her pen over the paper and trying to figure out what kind of message she could send to someone that would conceivably appear to do a magical disappearing act and then not actually reach anyone. Without much time to come up with anything terribly clever, she settled for drafting a note that was unhelpfully vague: Hey Babylon! I'm on my way home but only if you feel like it do you want to walk with me? Further to follow.She wiped her signet ring off on her stained dress, then scribbled a little bit of ink from the pen onto the head of her signet ring -- hopefully not enough to make her insignia very easy to make out. She hadn't left a name, or any indicator as to where she was, so it wasn't like he'd show up. If he wrote back, she could just wait to summon down the incoming message until Titan had gone, then reply to let him know he could ignore her previous note. Problem not very cleanly solved, but hopefully solved, nonetheless. With a bright smile, she tore the little paper off the top of the pad, then stamped her ring lightly to it to mark it on its way. With a tiny magical smear in the air, like summer heat distortions off of blacktop, the little piece of paper vanished. "And voilà!" she announced with a little flourish of her pen in the air. "All sent." (While Titan was busy with his injured charge, she took a moment to surreptitiously scribble something on the next page of his notepad; a single sentence with a big smiley face drawn under it: You are a good person!) When she was done with the little notebook, she closed it up and made to hand it back. "No thanks needed," she said with a smile and a shake of her head. I was already in your debt once over, she wanted to say, for Babylon. It's thanks to you he's alive and well now, not dead in splinters and cracks and a pool of blue energy. She would've said just that -- well, maybe not the gruesome parts, but basically that -- but the lieutenant with them was conscious, if badly injured. Hvergelmir was already worried Titan was risking getting in trouble with his own people if they found out he was letting knights buddy up to him. Best not to mention anything else in mixed company. She didn't know how much trouble he might already be in. "Do you have a -- like a quota, for energy like that?" she asked, referring to the orb he'd produced earlier. "Will you be in trouble for using it? I could -- ?" Hvergelmir held out her arm, inside forearm face up, in the universal gesture for blood donation.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 2:44 pm
The actual process, with the mirage lines for magic, was fascinating . Her declaration of the deed done earned a small, but genuine smile. It was good to be able to toy when there were dour needs and serious actions. It meant that she was coming out of the blood shock. He didn't suspect anything but truth of someone having been messaged to come and help her. He didn’t look to suspect that there may be any extra messages in the book either. He took the little notebook back, daring to brush her fingers as he did. It was a pain not to press to take her himself as well, to leave her bloodied over her brilliance on the field of a battle. Where were her attendants, her cavalcade? So much made so little sense of knights and sushi. It made less sense that he couldn’t just take her in as a noblewoman and see to her, the rest of the enemy just needing to sue for a hostage’s bond to buy her back. She’d be cared for and in one piece. I could pick her up and take her. She would be so offended. I don’t want to offend her. And I have no place to keep her and see to her anyway. It could not be at home, unlike other wars and other times. We’re not allowed to risk ‘real identities’. That it is even a risk to begin with. All wear names and titles like castles and lands. Nobles of old would have known exactly who to send a page to. Her use of the exact word to the system, quota, was a little alarming. Who had let that part of the system slip? He didn’t think it was actually harmful, but it was unexpected. He lifted a hand to hover under her elbow, bending down over the extended arm and pressed a kiss over the inside of her elbow. “No, Lady, no trouble. Using it to heal a lieutenant is a right use, and my other duties I’ve kept like a clock. “ He backed to give her space again, and crouched to get his grip on the plank solid, lifted like the man and bench were nothing...because they weren't compared to even his unpowered strength. Lifting things and carrying them carefully was exactly his cup of tea. "You are certain you will be alright waiting? It will not be long for help?" Shazari Let me know if I need to edit for the kiss not to land~ Or edit anything else really~
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 3:13 pm
It came as some relief that Titan accepted her chipper little bluff without question, seemingly as happy to have the matter of her escort home resolved as she was to pretend to have it resolved. It was a few cuts, that was all -- neither of them pleasant whatsoever, and the gash on her ribs was going to need some real seeing to, she was sure -- but nothing fatal, all told. A thrown elbow and a punch to the face weren't exactly ICU-worthy. It was a funny thing, though, the curious unawareness a person had of themselves. Just like she had no idea how mauled and bedraggled she might look to the outside observer -- her cheek felt kind of puffy, but who could say -- Hvergelmir had no idea exactly what kind of expression must've been on her face when the captain bent to kiss the inside of her arm. She shivered, with a soft, nervous giggle that had probably never been appropriate to any situation in existence, much less this one, and she felt certain that her face was at least three different tints of red (bloody side notwithstanding). Chivalry Merit Badge. Courtly Manners Merit Badge. Watching him pick up the makeshift stretcher with the lieutenant on it was no less impressive. He completed the task with the kind of fluid grace and care that made it look ridiculously easy, like pulling a rabbit from a hat. It reminded her of a Seabiscuit quote she'd read once: He's a 1200 pound horse, Sam. I'm an afterthought. That was how it looked -- like carrying a full-grown, dying man on an enormous plank of wood was nearly an afterthought. There was something exhilarating about that, which was kind of odd. Maybe the whole night had just been exhilarating, and it was starting to catch up with her. "Not long at all," she assured him. "You should both get going. I'm glad he's in good hands." Hvergelmir took a step back, clasping her hands in front of her like she was settling in to wait, so this could close the matter and get them on their way. When they were gone, she could write a second note to Babylon belaying the first, then once she was sure her aura was out of Titan's range, she could go home. Then she just had to figure out what she was going to say to her parents about her face. Great. Well, maybe they wouldn't ask. That would come in handy for once.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 4:19 pm
A giggle, a blush, and no correction for his boldness. Titan gave her a deep nod, this Bright Lady with blood on her cheek and shimmer-laced eyes. Who managed smiles in sorrow and let the wounded be taken from the field at battle's end. How will I ever repay them the kindnesses? I have nothing of worth in this world of magic and nobles. Just my two hands. Fates be kind. I do not wantto fight them in battle, but would know them with words and board shared. I would wish our Queen's will sated. My own lord sane. So many wishes, but they do not weigh and fill the hand as the hammer does. "By your leave, Lady Hvergelmir." He had duty as a captain to fulfill. He turned, shifting his carry of the Lieutenant, speaking then softly and low to the lieutenant's ease, "It won't be long. Count to thirty. Then let your uniform go."
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