❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

[natha]

THE PROLOGUE     Your sleep on the night of the 15th is not a restful one, unfortunately. It’s unclear whether you are in a state of half-wakefulness, or dreaming. The voices you hear certainly sound very real. What is it, Sael? —Is everyone asleep?! Every one, yes. Sael, it appears you do not have good news to deliver...? N-No! I don’t know how it slipped past us, but there’s something powerful coming this way. Something hostile. I can barely keep the core systems online! ... I don't know what to do... I see... and we cannot protect Thesa and Alria in addition to transferring the Refugees to Olympia. This force, they waited for this moment. They knew I have been Intervening, and that I have become weak from such Interventions— ... We've been had. It cannot be helped. To save the Refugees on the Stations, we must eject the awoken unto El Nysa. My remaining energy shall go into shielding Thesa— left defenseless, every being we have saved on this station will perish... Sael, where is the ideal location for the landing? Hmm. There aren’t any people within a ten mile radius of The Outlook, and there shouldn’t be any for a few more days. I think that’s the best location right now. Very well. Instruct Zasere and Roman to begin preparations for an emergency eject. This is the only way we can save everyone. I am counting on you to ward off the enemy on the space front. The rest... is up to our Refugees. The alarms are blaring. It shouts against your eardrums, calling you to wake again. This time, you are in new pod, strapped down completely and cushioned tightly against the walls. In truth, you had no idea when you’d gone to sleep, but it is reminiscent of when you had been saved from the force of the Storm. A voice greets you when you come to, while the conversation between Darma and Sael is still fresh on your mind. Despite their voices playing like an old tune in your memory, you still know it is something that happened. Something has gone terribly wrong. You hear Darma speak, her voice loud in your head. Fellow Refugee, I wake you with regrettable news. A force equal to our own is attempting to engage Thesa, no doubt to steal the souls contained here. My energy is near depleted with this last Intervention, so I cannot send you to the grounds safely as originally intended. However, there is hope yet.This power shall instead shield Thesa and Alria — and believe in me when I swear no one shall be hurt. Your loved ones are safe with us. —Unfortunately, that is at your expense. Your descent will not be an easy one. This pod that contains you shall pierce through El Nysa's atmosphere and land you on an island west of Olympia, simply called The Outlook. Travel east. Find the West Outpost, then continue east until you find the Olympian North Gate. There is a method to this madness. You shall be sent in waves. The inhumanly strong shall be first. The parachute will soften the landing, but I am aware of all your capabilities. The first wave will survive the drop, and will work tirelessly to secure the others. Find your bearings, and ensure the safety of the second wave. They are the healers and medics. Catch their pods, ease their landings, make certain that they shall not be harmed, because you will need them for your wounds. The third wave are your strongmen. They shall help clear the debris and take people to safety, making way for the fourth wave, those can conjure magic to help. Bring everyone to a safe distance. A supply drop will follow soon after; it shall contain tents and tools that will be useful for the long night. The fifth and sixth waves are largely vulnerable humans. With your combined efforts, you shall survive this great misfortune. Forgive us, Refugee. Leave the Moons to us, my promise to you is still in tact— focus on what you can do for others like you. Helping at least two (2) Refugees will earn you one (1) Natha REP. Threads must be AC length to qualify, and can be submitted HERE by JULY 31st. THE DESCENT     FIRST WAVE. The instructions are clear. Those who are a part of the First Wave should be equipped with physical strength and fortitude to survive the drop or the power to regenerate and heal their own wounds. While the pods are already designed to cushion some of the impact, as this is the first group, it will likely to be the most jarring. In all of the waves, some of the pods will malfunction and offer no cushion at all. They will be expected to quickly find their bearings. Their mission isn’t simply just landing, after all. The first wave will be expected to help the next wave, and the wave after that. Whether through their abilities or brute strength, they will be expected to help soften the landing for those who are falling. They will also be expected to pry open hatches, carry people to safety, and to just... survive. It’s not always easy being first. SECOND WAVE. Within the next hour, it’s time for the Second Wave to make their descent. You were selected based upon your aptitude for healing and/or being able to administer first aid. Perhaps you can help the tired and weary. Maybe those who have landed have have strength, but no stamina. Either way, it may be unwise to exhaust all their abilities at once. The night is long, and you may want to conserve their energy for the next waves to come. At least you’ll have help in getting settled. THIRD WAVE. Akin to the First Wave, the Third Wave will possess some durability, and some manner of strength, making you a reliable ally. Especially in a time of crisis... Or so we hope. While the landing is tough, and some of you may need first aid. As soon as you’re all healed up, you’ll have no time to dawdle. Your help is required. “Please help those still trapped in pods. Carry those unconscious to safety. Lift debris, and rescue all you can.” May be a vague message still stuck in the back of your head. Something whispered to you while you were just waking. Well, might as well roll with it. It’s the best shot you have, after all. FOURTH WAVE. Those in the Fourth Wave, as Darma projects, were selected due to the versatility of their abilities. No one expects one man to do the same as the next. Rather, that’s precisely the point: to be different. To be able to accomplish something unique. While one individual may be blessed with powers that assist in putting out fires, another may have the ability to shield those from oncoming debris. Maybe one even has the ability to channel all of these. Regardless, it’s up to you and your quick wits to see what tasks are open. It’ll take some coordination, especially as there are more people mixing into the fray, but, you can do it, can’t you? FIFTH WAVE. If you are in the Fifth Wave it is likely that you have a specific power or ability. One that isn’t easily channeled or called upon. Or, perhaps, you were merely placed here for insurance. Whatever the case if, your expertise will presently be put to the test. Maybe you’re quite proficient in survival skills, and you’re already eyeing the supplies that were dropped between the Fourth Wave and now. Goods all ready to be salvaged. Okay, maybe some can’t, but as they say, “it’s the thought that counts.” Besides, the injured from earlier certainly need a space to rest, and camp isn’t going to make itself. Regardless, maybe you feel more comfortable joining in the efforts to assist those who still require it. Whatever it is, you are sure to find your place and use. Darma obviously held the same faith. FINAL WAVE. The Final Wave is fortunate in a variety of ways. With Thesa Station a bit more stabilized, Darma utilizes the last bit of her powers in insuring that these last remaining pods are met with the softest landing, right beside the fifth, that is. The fragility of life is nothing she is unfamiliar with, after all. Still, that isn’t to say nothing is expected of you. Most of the individuals that have dropped earlier will likely be exhausted. An hour stretched between each one, makes several hours for the first couple of waves. They'll need a place to relax. You will act as the final group of helpers. Settle into whatever role feels best for you. Are you an excellent cook? Great at rationing supplies? Perhaps, you have a secret skill in ______ that might come in handy here? Or, maybe, despite the gentler landing you still managed to get hurt. The sky's the limit, and you got this! Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Olympia, the Empress and her loyal subject discuss matters late into the night... I’ll have the results of that dragon toxin study ready for you soon, Your Highness. I just need a few helpers to— oh wow, is that a meteor shower? Oh yes, it appears so. How beautiful.. hehe. Let us thank Thesa for this blessing. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS     All in all, the descent lasts for nearly seven hours. After the deployment of the last wave of refugees, it’s only natural that you may be feeling pretty worn out. A. Within the remains of the pods, Refugees will find basic camping supplies such as small tents, sleeping bags, and compasses. Not all of the supplies remain intact, thanks to the impact of the crash. But, sharing resources will ensure there is enough for everyone to rest for the night. Can you really in good conscience leave that stranger next to you without shelter? B. Although you may be tired after such a life-threatening ordeal, there is still work to be done to ensure your survival. Fortunately, it works out because now there are plenty of empty hands. There are stray debris and metal parts that should be collected and disposed of. There's firewood that needs to be collected, and campfires to upkeep. The nights in the Outlook are particularly chilly, and so it will be imperative to keep warm! C. Your clothes are tattered or too bloodied to sleep on with comfortably. Fortunately, Darma thought ahead. There will be various types of clothing provided, mostly robes that resemble her own in earthy tones, all to help them camouflage you for your next big adventure. FINAL OOC NOTE     This INTRO event will be broken up into three parts! Please keep this in mind when plotting your threads/tag load. PART 2 will be posted on JULY 18TH and PART 3 on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. The NETWORK is currently down, as Sael must concentrate all of his efforts on warding off the invading force. Characters may still message each other's personal IC inboxes. Submit two (2) AC-eligible threads from this log for one (1) Natha Orbiter REP point here by JULY 31ST. 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elena gilbert >> first wave

[otrazhenie]

>> descent

[ This isn't how things were supposed to be, but there's no helping it. Elena would rather have to tough out a harder journey to the planet and figuring things out on her own than risking the safety of everyone still in stasis on the station. She'll do anything to keep them safe, and if that means she to be the first down on the planet, helping out everyone who comes after, then that's what she'll do.

Her landing is anything but soft, though. For whatever reason, some malfunction or an uneasy entry, her pod rattles and shakes the whole way down, and metal shrieks and tears as she hits the ground. Something sharp pierces her leg, and as she uses all her strength to force the bent hatch open on her pod, the jagged metal tears through her jeans and skin, soaking down her left leg. Great. Once she's climbed out, it's easy enough to remove the metal shard, and she tosses it aside while her wound already begins to heal. Thankfully, it sounds like everyone else in this wave is... different, enhanced the way she is, so hopefully no one will notice while she hurries both to help anyone she finds in need and to try to locate Damon. ]

>> rescue

[ Whether it's a hatch that won't open or someone who's injured and needs assistance, Elena is there, moving quickly and efficiently. She has only limited first aid training, but she'll use every bit of knowledge and skill has to patch people up until someone else comes by to help. And if someone is severely injured -- Damon will yell at her for it if he finds out, but she bites her wrist and feeds that person her blood. It heals them almost immediately, leaving no sign of injury other than any blood on their skin or clothing. She just has to hope that those she helps won't be in further danger in the next 24 hours - if they were to die with her blood in their system, they would begin transitioning into a vampire, and they really don't need that complication right now. ]

>> wildcard

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[adelphoi]

[ given how lightly she's sleeping - it's impossible for her to sleep deeply in a place like this, new and familiar, after a day like this - even just that slight movement is enough to rouse her.

alisaie stirs, her eyes snapping open, and she lifts her head. whoops. had he been there when she nodded off? she can't recall.. ]

My apologies.

[ her voice is drowsy, and she muffles a yawn against her sleeve. ]

I didn't mean to disturb you.

A.

[song_of_ice]

[He had finished setting up a campfire, his hands covered with soil and remnants of dried leaves still clinging to his skin. There was no saying how cold it would be in the night, but they needed something to at least cook their meals on. Food, shelter, that was the order in his mind.

He hadn't set up his bedding, having given away the tents he had found. It seemed that the young woman near him had found one for herself. He glanced over at her, surprised at her question.]

I don't need anything to sleep.

[It wasn't the first time he slept in the open.

He got to his feet and began inspecting the tent, readying everything to set it up and get it standing.]

These were hard to find.

[unchainedwolf]

[For one long moment he stares, his hands still on the door. Hasn't his life been difficult enough? Why should he be stuck with the crazy mage? Well, technically he didn't have too. There were a lot of people who needed help, and someone else could come by and deal with him. So he slams the door shut and leaves.

He takes about three, maybe four steps and something odd happens. He stares at the ground, and then over his shoulder at the pod again. It's still shut. He wonders if Anders can break it open on his own. If he was in there all the time, probably not. If Hawke found out, which she would somehow, then Fenris would never hear the end of this. He sighed heavily as he turns around and makes the same mistake twice.

He opens the pod and holds out his hand.]

You are lucky Hawke likes you.

[Because that's the only reason this is happening.]

[ladya]

[ Aranea's left to confront the more irrational fear and her initial conclusion. While her grip loosens on the bark, her jaw tightens. Years of practicing heroism have softened her, moderated the approach of her usual poisonous vitriol, but time hasn't done away her own hardheadedness.

Thus, she simply changes her approach, watching out of the corner of her eye at the slight tremor in his hands. Oh, this boy's scared alright, but right now, she's going to pretend that she doesn't notice. ]

Y'know, you just said that "humans" are fragile. Does that mean you're not one of us?

wildcard!

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Now that things have (relatively) calmed, Claire's doing what she can to keep busy. Stop for too long, and the situation might catch up to her, and God only knows what will come of that. Whatever Ann is in the middle of, it doesn't look as important as gathering firewood, and so she zeroes in on her.]

You're not injured, are you? If you've got use of your arms and legs, we could do with more kindling.

iv

[luxuriant]

Huh?

[Zelos was just dusting himself off of some leftover dirt when he's addressed, glancing over. Dusting himself off isn't doing a whole lot of anything. He's bloody in plenty of places, even if any wounds that might have once been there are healed up, and there's dirt smeared in deep.

He straightens to take a listen, though, and oddly enough:] You're right. I didn't notice that before.

[How, indeed... He seems a little confused, but that fades away quickly as he puts on a smirk.] You really wanna wander away from everyone else right now? What if we get left behind?

[Everyone is sleeping or relaxing, Zelos.]

camping

[rampager]

[Looking like seven thousand shades of "horribly exhausted but also too stubborn to admit it", Vorin calmly watches this exercise in fire-making unfold, somehow scrounging up the emotional resources needed to feel (if not look) curious despite the toll that the surrounding chaos has taken, the weariness that weighs so heavy. A dead deer is slung over one of his broad shoulders, not yet skinned or cleaned; he had planned on sharing the spoils with those too tired or hurt or inexperienced to feed themselves. Making his own campfire would be easy enough, but if someone's already gone through the effort of sparking one to life.....]

You're putting what you already have to good use. For now, that's enough.

[Isn't it?]

a.

[speeds]

[ Her landing is much more graceful, and unlike anything he's seen before. Even with the powers his cousins or friends of the family back home possess, none of them have had anything akin to flight. Rather than bringing any of that up right now (and hopefully distracting from why he's here now as well) he focuses on her question.

His brow furrows as he thinks over how many rooms had been on the station, how many had been in the cafeteria to eat and how many in comparison might have been in the stasis unit who weren't following them down. Being separated from his family doesn't sit well, but focusing on it... ]

It might be over 100. I can carry enough to get us moving. That way, when the next lot arrive, you can help them more.

[ At least he presumes it was her who stopped herself from crashing right down into the ground. ]

rip jade

[politrick]

[You know, the actual physical landing part still hadn't occurred to Merlin as something he has to work out, and quickly now that he's popped open his own pod. He's more concerned about dropping things on the people below, but hopefully that won't happen! And oh, there's someone shouting—]

Whoa-! [Everything that happens to the pod in the few seconds after that first lurch up is beyond the level of surprise he was prepared for, even after everything else. He clutches at the open side of the pod, staring down at the ground to see who's doing that - he's not looking at a single flower, sorry - but thankfully the glowing green is hard to miss. Magic?]

Can I—? Oh! Oh, yes, hold on! [He ducks back into the pod, then seconds later sticks his head out again because of course he does.] I'm not going to be able to tell you I'm ready, so just assume!

[Okay, now he's flattening himself against the pod's far wall for real this time.]

landing

[valcurie]

( Ah, the wonders of modern medicine better watch out, because magic is pretty great, too!

At least, that was what she was thinking as she fell to the ground for the second time today and contemplated what was, as far as she could tell, her first real encounter with it. The force of the initial knockback had been so sudden and so strong, and so unexpected, she couldn't explain otherwise it. Science, or the process of it, is about experimentation, so at some point she'll have to try and apply it to spells, but right now really isn't the moment.

Coming up to her feet with Abelas' help, she holds off on picking up her belongings for a second to take stock of the man. After all, her purpose for coming back out was to assist refugees in whatever way she could. Mercy notes that he's travelling lightly. His armour has taken something of a beating, like her own, nothing too dramatic, but she can't dismiss that he could potentially be more severely bruised and battered. )

Well, if you were being attacked, at least you'd be safe. ( Now she bends over to pick up her staff. She takes it one hand, lightly digging one end into the soil underfoot. ) Are you in need of any medical attention?

iii

[luxuriant]

Hmm? What's this? A lovely lady in need of some help?

[Zelos wasn't around when she'd asked for the hunting partner, and thank goodness he wasn't, honestly. He's got a big mouth, and that much is clear instantly. Sliding right over, he reaches out with expectant hands for those rabbits, a too-cheery smile on his face.]

Leave it to me! For you, my dear, I'll cook something splendid. [Well... he can actually cook pretty well. Not five star chef well like some people he knows, but better than you'd expect from his face, certainly.]

III

[burglarize]

[ Hey, I hope your shitty scarf is keeping you warm.

Ann was glad she at least had a jacket to zip up and at least someone got a fire going. Ann was tapped out — at the time, she didn't want to summon Carmen (after she realized she didn't need to play girl scout and start a fire from scratch when her Persona can summon it), so she relaxes a bit. She flops down onto the ground and looks at the opened can of beans she has. ]

Can I just throw this in and heat them up? [ It sounds so dumb, but — ] Do you know if any cookware survived the plunge?

the decent

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire's managed to scramble out in the previous wave, and the moment she realized the situation, set to work. Supplies, supplies, supplies. Things to treat the injured. Nothing too terrible yet--yet--but she's on the look out, and out of the corner of her eye she spots a man helping someone out of a pod. He's bleeding. All the more apparent with that hair color of his, and by the time he's done playing hero, Claire's stumbling towards him with a strip of cloth in her hand at the ready.]

You. You need to sit down. You've got a head injury, and it's not a pretty one.

[coolerjunpei]

[It's hard to do anything but just lie here in despair, not entirely because his entire face is one big hive. Or it feels like it is. There's one near his eye, so he's taken to squinting with one eye open at everyone milling around; he'll squint now at this guy, who's come to... what? Sass?

Okay, he can play that game.]

That's what you think. Water's getting more advanced every year. And this is alien water.

[ruffboi]

[Oh, hey. It's an enormous goat man. And he seems friendly? Magnus isn't really going to sweat it if he is.]

True! I'm definitely not complaining about this incredibly sweet sword, just reminiscing. Don't want to forget about the classics.

[Waving him over to the fire and making room.]

Anyway, get in here, guy! Plenty of room!

B - ish.

[exonerated]

[ The moment he was certain that the camp remains in good hands, Edmund began fashioning a bow out of wood, strings from a tree bark and arrows from thin, firm branches tacked on with the sharp, metal scraps from a couple of pods that broke at landing. If they were to be kept here for tonight, they will need food on top of shelter, and there are plenty who wouldn't know how to survive in such on environment.

But Edmund learned young, and learned well. Back home, the trees whispered their secrets in his ear and instructed him how to use them, and the dwarves would have encouraged his resourcefulness. Though, back then, he would have hesitated to fire an arrow at any kind of beast, in case they can Talk.

He's already there when Jon arrives, a couple of smaller animals surrounding him, sharpening the arrowhead in his hand. ]

We'll have to make do.

[ He glances at his now companion, a shadow of a tired smile on his face. ]

A good hunt?

[speeds]

[ At the moment it isn't really much of an issue, but he thinks part of it might be that this guy hit his head on the way down. It would explain why he isn't completely with it yet. They don't have the time to keep chatting about it either, though seeing his thoughts of a particular person with a name he stores away for later does make him pause as well.

He doesn't hint that the grip is uncomfortable, even when he doesn't let go. There's too much going through his head for him to focus on that right now anyway. ]

Can you walk?

[ Because if he keeps going on like this, he's just going to have to carry him out of the way and put the pod to the side after. ]

2.

[emblazes]

[Keith's in the process of hauling his allotted food over to the nearest -- he doesn't even know, technically, but a clearing would help. A clearing where he can be alone and jot out his conspiracy theories in the dirt as everything's become alphabet soup in his brain. Not a single Paladin as far as the eye can see, no inclination of his lion lurking anywhere...

And then there's someone gripping his shoulder. If his hands weren't full, his auto-response would be to go for his knife. He does whip around, catch Rin with something of a feral look--]

What?

[As sensible of a request as that is, Keith's brain is busy on Galaxy 5 -- taking a step back to disassemble all that's transpired. He's looking at Rin as though he's just made two statements in a language unlike his own.]

What happened to yours?

[It's a counter-question riddled with suspicion rather than disdain. He doesn't mind sharing, as long as Rin's not trying to bamboozle him.

Kinda dumb, since he probably wouldn't ask to begin with. Again, he's tired and his brain is somewhere distant at the moment, or was.]

i.

[dodgingbullets]

[Jane's pod definitely landed with a crunch. Or a thud. Or a crunchy thud.

Either way, it's left her with a scratched up face and a bloody elbow. Her boots and clothing are covered in the fresh mud her pod landed on, and she can see where it came from.

She approaches the man, clearly drenched in discomfort. She isn't impressed by his attitude right away, but she can definitely understand where it comes from.]

You gonna go for a swim then?

[shashka]

i need... basic first aid

[ history has a way of repeating itself. just like his mother had once re-entered the Earth's atmosphere and emerged from a rather unsafe pod,
so too has Ocelot. he's got enough training in basic first aid to cover most minor wounds, but anything life-threatening would require an actual surgeon or healer.

still, he goes to work the best that he can, stopping to make sure each new arrival is safe, and offering his assistance in whatever way that he can. ]

You're going to be able to walk?

[ if you aren't, he'll help you find a better healer. ]

the (not-so) rugged survivalist

[ maybe you went foraging for your food. maybe, you pulled out something from your pack. but whatever it is, it makes Ocelot think of something, and now you have a middle-aged man looking at you with a rather matter-of-fact expression on his face.
]

Don't eat it. Trust me, if you do, you'll regret it.

[ no seriously, you'll definitely regret it. ]

the "perfect" temperature

[ the weather might be chilly to some, but to a Russian, it almost felt like home. not that he'd ever been one to be nostalgic... but now that it was gone, it was

he passes one of his blankets to the nearest person to him, hoping they can make better use of it. ]

Take it. I'm used to the cold.

[ isn't he a nice guy? ]

wildcard

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Sorey | third wave | ota!

[ofseraphim]

Descent: Group Three
[ No sooner than the ground rises up to meet them, the sense of urgency is there:

Help others. Carry them to safety.

Sorey really doesn’t even have to be asked -- that need would still be there, prominent and demanding as that unrelenting voice in his mind. Digging in with both hands, he starts pulling rubble off of the pods nearest to him, covering his face with his arm and coughing at the dust he blows away as soon as he’s able. ]

Can you hear me?

[ His voice is soft, but carrying concern as obviously as the brow knitted beneath brown fringe. There’s someone inside -- someone he needs to get to as quickly as he can -- but... just one small problem: ]

...How do I get this thing open?

[ (Treat it like an ancient ruin, Sorey; you’ll figure it out.) Once he does, the inhabitant inside will be greeted with a pair of wide, worrying green eyes and a white-gloved, outstretched hand. ]

Here, take my hand! Can you stand? If you can’t, don’t worry -- I can get us back to safety.

[ However far away that is. ]

After the Landing
i
[ Sorey isn’t the type to keep much of anything for himself. He’s used to fending for himself, (with or without company and/or assistance), and living off the land on his travels, so come what may, he’ll make do. That means that what he finds, he’s doling out to others less fortunate, offering assistance if not so much guidance, because... what is some of this stuff, anyway? ]

Did you need... [ there’s something he doesn’t recognize in one of his outstretched hands ] ...one of these? If you do, it’s yours!

ii
[ A campfire is certainly something he knows how to maintain! He’ll be out gathering twigs and branches, bringing them back by the armload until he’s told there’s no need for more. Once that happens -- and he’s assured there’s absolutely nothing else he can do to help -- he’ll let the adrenaline letdown hit fully, taking a seat in front of a large rock before the fire, exhaling deeply. ]

That should be enough to get us through the night, at least...

iii
[ All that digging has left his mostly-white clothes -- cloak and gloves especially -- covered in patches of dusty brown. So, until he can wash them in some body of water somewhere, he’ll discard them and accept a tan-colored, loose robe. He’s not about to discard his pants or boots, of course, but he’ll strip off his typical blue shirt and fumble with the robe’s closure for a moment as he loses it in the sheer size of the garment. It winds up still pretty baggy on him, at best.

Regardless, he’ll fold his usual wear neatly and loop it over an arm, aiming a sheepish expression at the next person he meets. ]

Don’t supposed you’d know where I can wash these off, would you?

Wildcard
[ have something you want, but don't see it here? hit me up! tandemthoughts! ]

[webdesigned]

( sometimes his super senses do him more pain than good, and right about now Peter is certainly reeling from them. he's still aware of more, even in his disorientation, he can feel things coming hurtling to earth and the impact of them landing, even if there's none particularly near them right now.

it's probably a good thing Edward is there, because he almost seems lost in the signals he can't even see. can he walk? Peter blinks at the guy, a little dazedly. it's weird how he didn't feel him in the mass of signals, yet, when there were that many, how could he slow down to notice just one? )

Yeah. I ... ( he winces, at nothing obvious, but there's a crash landing some ways away that still rings in his ears. ) I think so.

A/B

[winddaughter]

[She's got a lot of firewood in hand and doesn't seem to have any problem.

Which means the look she's giving him is 100% Judging.]

What are you, stupid?

[By now she's doing mildly better, which means her rudeness is back.]

[tub]

[ the smell of open wounds and the blood that inevitably flowed hot underneath that sliver of flesh ... keeps his mind relatively active. even amongst all the strife, and even against his own bouts of anxiety and disquietude (with fire), it manages to absorb a fair amount of his attention. this paired with the fact that the individual before him was... an alluring female—

look, he has a vampire aesthetic to adhere to, whether he actually comprehends this fact or not. regardless, her words don't exactly register. instead, he takes it as a form of talking herself up. of being able to adequately toe around a situation. aka, he thinks she's being coy. as for how he'll take to this... obviously, there was only but a single path. ] Hm.... is that so? [ he chuckles darkly. ]

You must be pretty shameless to think I was talking about that. [ it's here, he loosely points to the wound, for example, that sizable cut on her arm. that actually... smells pretty appetizing. she seemed like someone relatively important. or at least, she kept that princess attitude to a tee.

he wonders if that would make her blood anymore of a succulent meal. ]

Give me your arm. [ he moves his fingers as if to emphasize his point. ]