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Eight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 7:38 pm
After being hit with acid, Candace had put all of her effort into not screaming in pain as the acid felt like it ate away at her skin all the way down to the bone. She didn't want to lose it in front of the trainees, Lance, Gale, or especially Dakota. She was fine! She was okay..she...she could handle it. She grit her teeth and clenched a fist, dragging herself through the sand away from the centipedes. This wasn't the worst pain she had ever experienced, she could tough through it. She could handle this.
When was it ever going to ******** end? She refused to die here. There had to be some ******** way out of this. An escape, a moment of where they could take out these things, something.
Candace had never been happier to see a blue flame before.
She managed to get out of the way of the falling parts. Candace used her uninjured hand to press her scarf against her nose and mouth, taking in a deep breath and just trying to wait out the smoke. Blue flames. The blue flames were Aria, they just had to be. She waited, she would wait however long it took.
Finally she saw that shock of red hair in the smoke. Oh thank god. She had never been so happy to see Allan before, or hell even Edith. Candace wanted to let herself cry but she didn't. Instead she heard Dakota shout, she felt Aria pull her to her feet. Candace wanted to speak, wanted to tell her what happened, why they were here, but she couldn't get the words out. Instead she simply allowed herself to be ushered to through the portal.
Home.
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chirigami rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:52 pm
It was near impossible to really gauge what was going on around him, who was getting hit and stabbed and hurt and the aid that was reaching them. The fear shields kept Milo in a state of near consciousness, as if daring not to knock him out so he could simply just feel the immense pressure of the gigantic bugs pressing him deeper into the sand. Suffocating and crushing him, slowly and painfully. The outside world simply muffled and his only perspective the sand and this slow annoying death.
The only tall tale sign of a rescue was the shrill shriek he head above his head and sudden loss of mass as the bugs fled the sight of the flames; perhaps even catching fire themselves in their escape. It was surprising how he hadn't caught on fire, what with that many bugs on top of him, that one hadn't attracted the flames to spread to their immobilized prey. Perhaps it was luck, or something really. He wasn't really thinking about it and was only vaguely aware of its presence; it sure felt damn hot. (That could have also been because his clothing had actually been a bit singed, but still, it was surprising that that was so far the extent). But the trainee made the mistake of turning over where he lay to breathe in the air when he finally could find something fresh and not sand. That was when his condition went from crispy clothes to smoke inhalation. But little less else as hands reached and grabbed him. His disoriented mind unaware of exactly who - they looked familiar though, pulling him through to the island and dumping him upon the training grounds (that DID look familiar, he could note as he coughed and hacked).
This was fresh air, if only his lungs could tell him. But he could feel it even with the cloud of smoke that still remained trapped with each cough. Milo gladly accepted the help of those Life Hunters, ushering and helping him to the labs for aid. Not like his jell-o legs were going to get him far.Quote: Rolling 6 - 10: You made it with some lightly singled clothing and a lung full of smoke, but you made it, and hit the training fields grass. A few attendants quickly rush over to help you to the Life labs.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 9:52 pm
As soon as he’d hit the ground, Shiloh barely had time to catch his breath before several Life attendants were pulling him away, pushing him towards to the labs, and the infirmary. The battle hadn’t been kind to Shiloh, but it had been far meaner to others, and the fact that Shiloh was able to stand on his own two feet, and was conscious, made him struggle against the attendants, wanting desperately to help his friends, wanting to know they were okay, concerned the most by the absence of a hand in his, the hand of someone whom he was starting to care for a lot. He ducked past those trying to help him, spotting a familiar face and messy mop of brown hair tumbling near where he’d landed onto the training field. Shiloh rushed to Ian’s side, his chest tight and his expression beyond worry. He knelt beside him carefully, and reached out gently, as soft as he could, to brush the soot from the man’s face. “Ian? Ian? Can you hear me? Ian?” The attendants had followed him over, and were pressing in, surely wanting to get his injuries looked after as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 6:42 am
He wanted to not be here anymore.
Being here meant that he was aware of the pain ricocheting throughout his body, which ached in places he hadn't even thought possible. Everything hurt, felt as though he were drowning in it, suffocated by it. All he could smell was the scent of the fire and the heat and -
- and, very faintly, the smell of fresh air and grass.
He was aware that he'd somehow managed to make it through the portal, and that he was no longer in that terrible place that smelled of decay and death, that he was lying on something much softer, much less hot - the training fields, Ian deduced, after a moment's pause.
He felt lightheaded.
A voice - a familiar voice, caught his attention, Ian's eyes flickering as he tried to turn his head towards it, tried to figure out which direction it was coming from. But he didn't have to worry, because the next second Shiloh was beside him, his fingers cool and gentle against his forehead.
Ian smiled faintly. "Hey, duck," he said hoarsely, and lifted a hand - or at least, tried to - wanting to reassure him that he was all right. Except that required a great deal more effort than he had, and Ian gave a cough and a wheeze, dropping his hand back down. He wanted to close his eyes for just a moment, but he also wanted to look at Shiloh's face, remind himself that he was still alive.
"You okay?" he tried to ask, but the question was lost as the division aides swept in and carted him off to the infirmary.
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