Briiva nodded to Cat, being careful to remain steady with Beth's legs. Luckily, she herself wasn't injured above cuts and scratches, though Briiva figured she would require stitches for at least some of the more serious cuts. Beth wasn't very heavy, with her weight distributed evenly between two people. "Well Beth, you're lucky." Briiva chuckled in an attempt to lighten the situation for her friend, who as this point was probably borderline going into shock. "Not only did the feathers miss your vital organs, they're staying in place and stemming blood-flow, so you're not bleeding out!"
Of course, Briiva knew that she was one of the luckier chosen, in that her injuries were relatively minor, after being sterilized, they would mostly need to be walked off. She noticed Mal Nod to her and replied with a somewhat wolfish grin, still feeding off the adrenaline rush caused by the fight. "Good to see you mostly on your feet!"
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"Yes, sir." The response was soft but had a trace of humor to it. Misha's silent storm had passed for the moment and she felt ready to soldier back onwards. With Brian's arm around her waist, she felt supported, too, and she let one of her arms stay around his waist in return. If nothing else they could help each other traverse the distance back to the hotel. Her muscles felt like water and, judging by the slight tremors she had detected here and there when holding Brian tight, he was feeling the exhaustion, too.
They soon worked out how best to pace and match their steps, mostly with Misha paying attention and mirroring Brian as a trained dancer does without thinking. It had taken a moment but she had spotted the two women carrying Beth and Misha gingerly nudged and pulled Brian into lock with her as she headed in that direction. She bit her lip when they closed in and the extent of damage and wounds Beth now carried became visible.
Misha pulled her arm from Brian's waist and instead gripped the pocket of his coat - his hand was momentarily unavailable. "Hey," she said gently to the prone woman, "You look like you can use a spa day, girly." She offered a crooked grin. "We all could, probably."
It was hard to keep track of everyone. They kept swimming in and out of focus. Her face was a pale grey and her wide eyes jumped from face to face. She knew she was being carried, but the vertigo that kept coming and going was starting to get to her. She closed her eyes tightly until the room stopped spinning before opening her eyes.
Beth thought she had answered Briiva's rather blunt diagnosis, but couldn't recall what she had said or meant to say. She blinked as she saw a beautiful woman with dark hair and man with saturnine features but kind eyes walk over. It took a moment for their names to click. Misha and...Brian, she thought groggily. She looked up into Cat's face and then down at where Briiva held her legs.
"I need," she started slowly and strainedly, forced to take a deep breath in between words, "all of the bath bombs." She closed her eyes for a moment before a wrinkle developed between them and she softly moaned, "Please don't look at me. I'm...gross." She turned her head away. Part of her knew that if she was concerned enough to be vain, she was going to be all right. But it wasn't just the feathers protruding from her and the poisonous properties of the bird crap that made her want to shrivel up and die. She panted a bit before getting the breath to say, "I'm sorry I'm getting stuff all over you both."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 6:40 pm
Brian snorted a rather unflattering bark of laughter through his nose. Yes, there was a time when he'd been called 'Sir.' Come to think of it, a lot of people still did. Here, though, he was still a newbie. They were all on more or less even turf. Still, he resisted the urge to start shouted cadence. He wasn't sure he had it in him, and he was no longer in a place where he'd have to force it.
He saw Beth at approximately the same time that Misha had and easily changed directions to follow, in fact picking up his pace a bit to be sure she was still breathing. Beth was not the only person with feathers jutting out of her coat, but she was the nearest one, and one who wouldn't be suspicious of him.
"Beth!" he called as they got closer, hoping for a raised arm or something similar, and was entirely pleased to find that she was still breathing. Even better than that, she was joking.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but all of us are pretty gross," he responded. It was best to keep with the light tone the girls had established. He wiped a cheekbone instinctively. Everyone stunk. There was no way around it. Chosen were going to be battling their roommates for bathroom access for hours once they got home. "Especially Misha. She got full-on blasted, and she's got 'stuff' on me too." He looked down at his coat. Yup. Definitely. Hopefully the Prytaneum had one hell of a dry-cleaner.
"I'm glad you're alright," he added then as a serious aside. "Alright" was maybe not the best word, but saying anything more dramatic would be a mistake.
He offered the women carrying Beth a smile each. Maybe they were friends? Either way, they were helping, and for that he was appreciative.
Misha turned on Brian with her grey eyes wide and wounded, her full bottom lip trembling. The expression held only for the briefest of moments and then she snorted in a most unladylike fashion and gave him a gentle shove. "You're so mean' she complained with a sigh. "Just you wait until after I've had a chance to clean up. Then you'll change your tune. You'll see how nice I can be."
She smiled then - for him, for Beth, for Briiva, and for Cat. "Beth will get first pick, of course, of all of my bath bombs but you girls are welcome to have treats, too."
Reaching out with her free hand, she lightly brushed a piece of hair from Beth's face. "Now no bleeding to death, okay?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 9:14 pm
Mathilda glanced around as she applied pressure on a few of her small wounds that were still bleeding. She wouldn't be needing any immediate service, and these were wounds she was used to. Glancing around, she noticed others patching each other up, and smiled. This seemed to be a good group of people.
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"Tara!" Rob perked up a bit when he spotted the dark-haired girl limping toward him, almost managing a smile. "You're alright. Thank god." She looked a mess, but she was alive and okay. He just wanted to hug her right then and there, but he was too occupied with merely staying upright, using the greatsword as a support. "I've felt better, frankly…" he quipped.
His face fell at the news of Sid. "Oh god, Sid… Is she alright? Is Mercy alright? We've got to get to the hotel." Nevermind how badly he was hurt, or that if it hadn't been for Ernst and his shield, he might be lying wounded in the hotel himself… Or dead on the field of battle.
He stumbled as he walked forward, reaching out a hand to her for support. "Yeah, I think I could use some help. I think we both could. Here, we can lean on each other. Be careful, though, I don't wanna bleed all over you... " Trying to laugh, he only managed to cough up some blood, which he spat out onto the snow. "Bloody hell, that was some fight."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 4:13 pm
Cat laughed at the group's sentiments, "You could say that- we'll definitely all need a good soak to get rid of all this grime." She shifted Beth's weight as gently as possible and returned Brian's and Misha's smile, "Can I call a rose-scented one?"
Joking aside, this had been an experience above and beyond anything Cat would have thought herself capable of handling. Honestly, she drew her strength from the need to support others, and somehow coincidence had led her to meeting Beth- who looked at her with such admiration after they'd met that she couldn't bear the though of letting her down.
Mercy kept hitting the bird like it would get up and move at any second now, grinding her teeth when she heard someone trying to talk to her. Didn't they see she was busy trying to kill a damned bird? She looked towards the voice, eyes narrowed till she realized that once again, her anger got the best of her. She kept a tight grip on her hammer but stopped hitting the dead carcass looking rather tired. "Lo -lo siento...Erm, I mean sorry. Ummmn...I'm going to go sit down over there...."
The Ares chosen dragged her hammer behind her and fell flat onto the snow, trying to take deep breaths. Gods she needed to keep her temper under control...
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 8:11 pm
It took the woman a moment to realize that Sylvia was trying to talk to her. She finally turned a narrowed gaze, and for a moment Sylvia wasn’t sure if she was going to stop or continue hitting the bird simply out of spite. Finally she seemed to pull back – she still gripped her hammer, but her posture changed and she seemed to give in to how tired she was. Sylvia smiled, “No reason to be sorry. Rest is a good idea.” She nodded after the woman and made sure that she seemed to settle before turning her attention elsewhere. She would have joined her and tried to help her calm more if it weren’t for the other person still attacking the bird.
Sylvia turned to the man still beating at metal with his shield, concern wrinkling her forehead. She took slow steps towards him and tried to approach in the same way she had approached the woman – calm, cautious, making herself known without startling him. She was still a few steps away when she spoke.
“It’s gone, hon’. It’s dead.” She tilted her head slightly to try and catch his gaze, though she wasn’t sure it would be enough to make him look. “You can keep hitting it, but it won’t do any good anymore.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 8:31 pm
Honestly, Zebulon might not have even slowed down if it wasn't for the fact that the adrenaline was starting to leave, and his arms were starting to cramp up, painfully.
But this bird needed to die, and the pain wasn't quite enough to make him stop.
He didn't hear the first words of the woman who was trying to talk to him, blood pounding in his ears as his own thoughts were muted. Vaguely, some words she was saying came through to his brain, sounding like distant echos as his blood pounded. Dead. It Won't. Anymore. His hits slowed as his brain started to piece a few of these words together, and once a larger cramp hit, he dropped the shield altogether.
His breathing was ragged, and he stayed there for a few moments, keeled over hands on his knees and panting. His eyes were unnecessarily wide, and what was visible of his skin seemed incredibly red. He had definitely been straining himself.
It took another long moment of ragged breathing before he lifted his head to meet her eyes. He coughed.
"Right. It's dead."
He spat at it, despite his mouth being dry.
"I need to find Diryas. Brown, short, slender guy. Glasses. Seen him?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 10:12 pm
She wasn’t surprised at all when he didn’t stop right away. She was relieved when he started to slow, then finally dropped his shield and held himself over his knees. He was still engaged, eyes wide, breathing rough, but at least he wasn’t hitting anything anymore. Perhaps he could catch his breath. She kept her distance for the moment, offering a somewhat sheepish smile when he finally looked up at her, nodding as he repeated its fate.
“Diryas,” she repeated the name, squinting slightly. She didn’t recognize the name, but the descriptor sounded familiar. “Did he bring a whip as his weapon?” She remembered the man she pulled to shelter earlier and wondered if, by some stroke of luck, it was the same man.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 10:17 pm
The name clearly wasn't familiar with the way she repeated the name, but it seemed she thought something was familiar. Zebulon kept his eyes on her.
When she asked about the whip, Zebulon suddenly straightened up and scooped his shield back up. It seemed he was ready to jump right back into battle if he had to. "Yes, whip. Have you seen him?" Zebulon looked to where he saw Diryas fall, and where he now certainly was not, and then back to the woman who was talking to him. "Where is he?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 11:28 pm
Something clearly clicked. He quickly took up his shield and looked clearly ready to go wherever necessary to find this person.
“Uhm,” she followed his gaze, then turned back to nod at him, “I saw him earlier, I think. I pulled someone out of the way over there.” She had to turn around to figure out where she had brought him – she’d of course been caught up back in battling after trying to save the man. But even having just glanced at where he’d fallen before, she could figure where she’d brought him.
“I think,” she turned back, one hand reaching towards him, “I brought him this way, he should be over here.” She’d tried to bring him to the shelter of some large trees that were out of the bird’s reach. She’d left him leaning against a tree trunk a trees in from the front line of shelter, just in case something had made it far enough to reach them. She spotted him from a few feet away and pointed as she continued moving, “There, is this Diryas?”
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Wait, she had moved him? Had she moved him safely? Did she cause any breakage with rough handling?
"Take me there," insisted Zebulon.
While he didn't take the hand that was offered to help lead him, he did follow closely, not moving from that pace just a step behind her until she pointed Diryas out. The shield was unceremoniously dropped again as he bent down in front of the other.
Before any panic could bubble up, Zebulon leaned in and listened for the sounds of any breathing. The moment he got the even breath out he was looking for, at least for the moment, his form relaxed.
