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Captain Titanlåvenite - Being helped by Sailor Aegir
Trigger: violence


Truth told, Titanlåvenite hadn't much noticed the sudden fluxes of powered auras, or the oppressive feeling against their teleportation magic falter and vanish. Time had grown fevered. The prison was full of old dust, rust, mold, and all the processes of nature tryng to retake man's false stone and mortar. He shivered with cold and pain, but also with burning from inside, and it was all awful. All his focus was on trying NOT to move. Not to shiver. Not to curl up. Movement meant the sticky, half-dried film over his wounds would pull and fissure. Every nerve screamed as it was, but to be opened to the air again meant it would be as sharp as the skinning knife had been in the eternal's hand.
He was so thirsty.

The door opened and the sound of it made all his body flinch- forgot not to move, not to curl, not to try to put his feet down beneath himself to stand or crouch. 'You can go, you need to go.'

Soles, stripped of layers to the raw nerves, bootless, hit the cement.
He screamed, fell back down. His elbows were no better when they hit to take his frame. He thrashed, until only his knees and hands touched the floor.
"Æg-" He could feel his lips splitting. The blood running at least was moisture over the rest and his tongue. "Ægir"
"Jeg har blitt skadd."




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General Schörl - Rescuing Ceraskia


Too many have proved missing and without communication. Where is my sparrow, Zircon? Where is my pigeon, Ceraskia? Where is our little Vermes farm, Ochre?

Schörl was unconcerned with retribution. It was a thing that would come in time, if ever it needed to beyond the simple truth that one by one each of their enemies would be swallowed, re-purposed or destroyed. She wanted an accounting of bodies, conditions, repairs- she wanted each of them carried safely away for evaluation.debriefing, rehabilitation.

There was a mad dash of other agents forward into the complex. They were overmastered by their worry, fear, and rage. Schörl walked in after and through the halls, keeping track of a map and the condition of the building. This could as easily prove a larger spider's web. The Anarchist's Cookbook still exists and clever minds and hands could create bombs or gas or other device to trap and kill the rescuers and rescued all at a moment. Be more careful the lot of you in your eagerness.

Uniforms this way and that as corners were found to have one of their own. The general spied delicate, familiar hands, that should have been around wine stems, curled around a barred door further on. "Pigeon can you speak?"

She could at least manage to stand, from the height of the hands. "I'll take you from here."

Aegir, Super of Silence - Helping Captain Titanlåvenite
Trigger: violence

When Aegir had come skidding to the cell housing his Captain - since when was Titan his captain? - he'd been in too much of a panic to notice the scent, to really pay attention to the tableau arranged before him.

When he did, he was nearly sick. Titanlåvenite fell, screaming. Green eyes, widening with horror in a way that might have been comical had it not been reality, caught sight of bloody soles, of raw meat. Who-- who did this? Who among his comrades would have been so blatantly cruel? Pull it together, you've seen worse-- But he hadn't, really, he hadn't. Yes, he'd seen horrific injuries of broken bone and torn sinew, but nothing so deliberate and destructive. "My god..."

At least, not outside the Negaverse. Schörl had been so wantonly cruel, finding practicality in her actions. Who? The question grew loud in his brain, stunning him still and silent as his sphere.

Titan trying his name snapped the blond senshi out of it and he knelt near the big man carefully. The language, whatever was said, he was familiar with parts -- I am but what? It didn't matter - or did, but could be puzzled out later, along with the one that had caused such grievous harm.

Aegir put gloved hands to either side of Titan's face, bowing over him sorrowfully. "I'm going to get you out of here." He can't walk, there's no way I can ask him to. So I'll have to carry him. Can I? Am I strong enough? He must weigh over two hundred pounds...no, closer to three. He could see if draining energy would help, but then that would leave him further struggling to get the captain out of the building - and what happened if he ran into an Order person that wanted the Captain's head?

It wasn't even a choice, was it? He'd fight. "I'm going to have to carry you...and it's going to hurt." No point in candy-coating it; Aegir doubted at this point that Titanlåvenite would argue much anyway. He couldn't have, burning with fever under his hands and clearly needing medical attention. "Will you bear it?" Not can you bear it, but will you.

Aegir, Super of Silence - Helping Captain Titanlåvenite
Trigger: violence

Not without good reason did panic rise on Titan's drawn face; Aegir could only imagine how terrifying the idea of being moved must be for him. But it had to happen...the captain could not be left there. He wouldn't allow it. "Shh, it's going to be alright." Gently and with great care, the senshi smoothed back Titan's hair from his face - yes, they needed to go, but he could take a few moments to sooth the captain.

"No." Firm, like he was speaking with one of the young children in the dance program during those times he worked with them, and he continued stroking the dirty hair, the gaunt cheek. "You're going on my back." It would be the best way, perhaps the only way he could leverage the other man out without causing excruciating pain...and he would be causing plenty, he knew. Titan's hair was matted with blood and fluid, even in the dark he could see the extent of the damage. His poor back--

Hefting Titan would be painful, hell - just the pull on his back from holding onto the big man's arms would be enough to make a normal person faint. "Like a child, a piggy back ride. Sort of." As much as he wanted to get on with things, to leave this horrible place, Aegir needed Titan to understand and cooperate, or he'd have one helluva time making it happen.

"We're getting out of here, but I need you to help. You're too big for me to manhandle."

Aegir, Super of Silence - Helping Captain Titanlåvenite and being something of a traitor biggrin
Trigger: violence

Titan seemed to pull out of that panicked state somewhat, stilling under his hands and calming enough to speak, voice rough from disuse. "It's alright." Aegir assured him, still keeping his voice and manner as calm as possible though his stomach was soured and tension stretched his nerves. There was so much to be lost by helping Titanlåvenite escape and seemingly little to be gained.

Even so, Aegir had chosen his path and wouldn't waiver. "I"m sure."

Knowing the pain must be terrible, the curly haired senshi didn't tarry, he simply got into position, bowing his back and guiding the captain's arms over his shoulders so he could use them to hold the man in place. Not the most graceful or dignified thing, and the strain put on Titan's arms - and consequently his shoulders and back - would be great, but this was the only way he could think to carry the man out with a chance of his staying conscious.

"Ready? Me either."

Doing a lift like this was dangerous too, his legs and his back were his livelihood, but there he was using them to haul the captain up with a grunt and a hiss. I'm skipping leg day after this. From squat to sort-of crouch, to Titan balanced on his back - covering him quite well, even as emaciated as he was from his captivity - Aegir managed. Heavy, but not as heavy as I thought. He's worse though, burning up...got to get him out, get him some medical attention.

If he were careful, this would work. He had Titan on his back, he could move - not quickly, but he could do it. Had to. Aegir grit his teeth and took a few steps to make sure he wasn't going to fall, that he had the man balanced decently, and that he could bear the weight. A slight adjustment of gloved hands on massive wrists and they were in business; Titan could pass out and Aegir could still get them out of that awful cell and on the way to freedom.

Rolling his eyes at the obviously ill knight, Celsus, the General shook his head. He was not in the mood to deal with such nonsense - he had officers to rescue and Valhalla should be helping him...although someone should be handling Celsus as well...perhaps carrying him off somewhere?

"Kidnapped or not in the past does not mean to go and do it as well. They likely grabbed people not even involved- new members who are clueless. Their is that old saying of two wrongs not making a right." He said and tilted his head as he looked over Clesus, he really didn't look well. "But seeing as he seems unwell...." He said shrugging his shoulders. "We should just get him out of here and do whatever saving we can of my officers." Yes, they were his officers here as most were likely under him in rank and thus they were his officers - his responsibility.

Watching Celsus he finally decided to step right up to the taller male and stared up at him. "You might not have planned to kill any of our officers. Do no dare speak for others here involved in this. You do not know their mind or their intentions. To assume anything is highly presumptuous. Some of your members enjoy killing my officers, I have seen one shoot members and kick their bodies. So do not, for one moment, speak on behalf of everyone involved in this and speak to what their intentions are or were. You have no idea of knowing." His calmness was fraying at the ends and he knew he was snapping, his voice hissing and low - dangerous. But he was annoyed with the knights words, with everything right now. This was not what he wanted to deal with - rescuing kidnapped members. This should not be! How could they claim to be good when they kidnapped people and tortured them?

"This may not be what you wanted but it is certainly what others wanted. To think everyone would want what you want, would treat their prisoners properly...is stupid." He stated raising his nose into the air before looking to Valhalla. "He is unwell...you should remove the knight and I'll continue to rescue my own.

This was turning into more than it should be. This should be a simple rescue and not he was scolding one emotional, and possibly physical, mess and trying to get out of here with people alive. There was a knight he didn't expect here also, hell two knights he didn't expect or want here right now. This put him more at risk and he didn't need this. He was going home after this and taking a hot bath...calling Aiden and hopefully going to sleep in his arms - he needed it.

Captive - Captain Ashanite - Being Rescued by Devilline!

Ashanite squeezed his eyes shut. His glasses were long gone, so it wasn't like he could see anyway - just hear, and he thought he heard a familiar voice, but he couldn't be entirely sure.

"Devilline?" He croaked, and then he winced, because god damn did it hurt to talk. That was new. Usually his brain liked to conjure Umber, but he knew that was borne entirely of his silly, stupid infatuation. A quiet sigh escaped his lips and he leaned into the hand in his hair, well beyond caring if this was real or not. It was a nice respite, whether he was actually being rescued or not. He struggled a little against the bonds on his wrists, attempting to attract Devilline's attention to those.

Not that it mattered, since he was going to wake up soon.

Captive - Captain Ashanite - Being Rescued by Devilline!

Ashanite shook his head, when Devilline asked if he was being too loud. The Lieutenant found the damage to his throat quickly enough, though, and he hoped that explained his reluctance to speak. "Everything," he croaked, simply, and then he stopped talking, because talking was especially painful.

He sank back against Devilline's chest, trying not to make too many noises of pain while the Lieutenant worked off his bindings. Because wow, did everything feel like shoving glass down his throat. He'd dealt with damage there before, but nothing to this extent.

"Out. Please." He gasped, and he hoped that would be enough. And then he closed his eyes and sank into the lovely bliss of unconsciousness because it was easier than handling the pain.