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TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[Above all else, she doesn't like the way he's breathing. Cracked or broken ribs are bad enough, but if one of them pierced something in the struggle-

Then he's made it to her and she goes back to thinking about getting them both to somewhere safe, trying to shrug off the rain and the darkness. The doorway to a building is about thirty yards away. And there could be enemies in there.

But it's got to be better than this.]

[He can walk. He can talk -- somewhat. He can still fight. But Mia is with him, and the way she is trying to draw him away from the fighting keeps him from turning his back and attempting to join the fray again.

He keeps a steady pace when he realizes where Mia is trying to draw him; it does nothing for his breathing, but he wants to reach their destination quickly before Mia is further put into danger by his injured state. He can't trust himself to carefully check the interior of the building, slumping against the wet wall by the door with a barely audible groan.]

[Walking and fighting are so very different. She would argue with him about the 'can walk' part, too.

After helping him to the floor, she looks at the broken-off door and something in her expression darkens a great deal. Shortly thereafter the opening is sealed with another, smaller wall of ice. It's a bit chilly, but they aren't being rained on anymore.

It is still rather dark.]

Walter? Can you make a light? [She'll think of something else, if not. Using her Psynergy to figure out how to do that would interfere with trying to heal him, but they have very few options. On top of everything else, they're wet and cold. Even she is shivering at the edges.]

[Walter shudders as he rests on the floor, his wings uncomfortable underneath him and his injuries complaining. As the adrenaline fades from his body, he can feel the broken bones even more, and he shuts his eyes tiredly.

Mia's voice forces him from the edge of unconsciousness, and he turns his good hand over with a ragged sigh. A small ring of fire forms above his hand -- a formation learned from practicing with Eferin for so long.]

...Here.

[It will have to be enough. In the dimness she sees the shadowed corners of an empty room, and the weariness in Walter's face. She only needs the light for a short while.

Mia has almost never been so thankful for a handy knife. If she had a whole brightly-lit room she would still need a clearer view of Walter's injuries, and slicing through the fabric of his sleeve and shirt is the fastest way to do it. At least she knows where the damage is to start with.

She just didn't know how bad it was going to look from the outside. There is the slightest waver in her voice.]

I will try not to hurt you.

[He wants to sleep. His injuries are telling him to sleep, to let the weariness win. Without the adrenaline to keep him afloat, he has to concentrate on the fire floating above his hand and the sound of Mia's voice.]

You won't.

[He tries to keep his voice level, but he definitely sounds tired.]

This is nothing.

It's not nothing.

[Those are the last words she says. After that her mind is too busy and too focused. She can't even be gentle, setting his arm takes force and concentration. It's probably going to jerk him out of falling asleep.

But when she's done with that, and she casts a Ply Well strong enough to hopefully keep anything from shifting out of place in the next few minutes, she'll look him in the eye if one is available.]

I don't need the light anymore.

[He is silent even as Mia sets his arm, though there is a tense moment in which he holds his breath right before the bone is set back into place. He breathes shallowly and rapidly, clenching his good hand into a fist as he represses hisses of pain and discomfort.

When Mia speaks to him again, he releases Eferin's light, and the room is swallowed by darkness. He shuts his eyes wearily, pain blurring the desire to fall asleep.

Even so...]

Are you all right?

Yes. [And then, much more gently:] Stay still.

[Were Mia to keep her eyes open after she says that, the room would take on a faint bluish cast, light enough to see into the corners but not enough to put shine to details. All of her focus belongs on healing Walter, though, and that includes closing her eyes and no longer listening very well to the sounds of thunder and conflict.

Here, beyond the dampening barrier of Luceti, she has access to reserves she almost can't remember. She needs them, bones are tricky and slow at their best and the damage her Psynergy confronts now is enough to turn her stomach; she doesn't know if even with this much strength she can heal it all the way. Not at once.

On her end, the long silent minutes feel like hours. When she finally does stop, she's grateful for the darkness because it hides her exhaustion. It will not surprise her at all if Walter lost consciousness somewhere along the way.]

[There are moments where he blacks out, feels bones moves and shift in his arm and chest as they slowly mend themselves -- he succumbs to his body's reactions, breath halting and labored before very slowly returning to something more resembling a normal breathing pattern. He's cold and still in pain, but awake once again out of sheer willpower.

He doesn't try to move, even as an explosion rocks the battlefield not too far away.]

Damn...

[And she thought she was alone here in the darkness.

Mia's voice comes out soft, a bit forced, and surprised.]

You're awake? [If he can hear it, over the sound of rain and more distant explosions, she's trying to hide being out of breath.]

[He can't see very well, but he can make out the faint outline of Mia close by.]

...It's cold. [He's laying in a pool of rainwater, and his injuries are not doing much in ways of allowing him to regulate his body temperature.] We ... can't stay here.

[There was no way of knowing how long the fighting would go on outside. He could think clearly enough to acknowledge that.]

[It is cold. In the back of her mind Mia is aware of how hard she started to shiver. With no fire abilities and no actual fire, the most she could do would be to dry them off. And even that...it's still cold.]

I know we can't. [Short sentences. Thank goodness for the darkness that stops her vision from whirling.] But you...shouldn't get up.

[He manages a dry sound of acknowledgment -- of agreement -- at Mia's words, slow and trying not to move his aching left side. It takes him awhile to churn through his thoughts to come up with something to say.]

Is there ... anything here to burn?

I can look. [Finding something that isn't soaked through would be great. Before she goes anywhere, she works her way out of her topmost wet layer. Wearing the additional freezing cold clothes is just a hindrance. After the slightest hesitation, she wrings it out as well as she can in the dark and folds it over itself.]

I know I just told you not to move, but if I help you, can you get a foot or two away from here? It will be dryer. You won't...it shouldn't make your injuries worse.

[A grunt is as much of an answer as Walter gives, already working on pressing his good arm against the floor for leverage. He uses both legs to push against the floor as well, trying to work his way out of the puddle he's lying in. It's only when his pushing grows uneven that he jars his side, which leaves him having to slow down to recover and catch his breath.]

[When she realizes he's already trying it, Mia scowls into the darkness. He must have missed the 'with help' part. She moves around behind him, so she can take the pressure off of his injured arm and side and help him slide over.

After he's out of the water, he'll find her folded-up clothes underneath his head when he lays back down.]

[Walter grimaces when Mia has to come over and help him, but he also does not resist; the movement is really wearing down on his body, especially after being on the battlefield for a few days now without proper rest.

There's relief in the sigh that escapes when he rests on Mia's makeshift pillow, and he looks at his healer tiredly.]

I can start a fire ... if there is something to burn.

[Still trying to concentrate on that task. It gave him some form of focus.]

I'll start looking now. There must be something in here.

[She gets up slowly, murmuring something that results in a short flash of light. One of her Djinn reminds behind, standing guard just between Walter and the puddle he left, facing the door.

Nobody gets past a loyal elemental spirit in these parts. At least, that's the attitude it would like to have.

Mia, meanwhile, makes her way through the room and into another mostly by feel. She dropped her mace on the way in. It wouldn't be much help for navigation anyway. At least she's fairly sure there are no enemies lurking in the dark.

More than once, she trips over something. Stone, bits of metal structure that collapsed after an explosion or attack. But she'll find something flammable, she's sure of it.]

[Meanwhile, Walter blearily looks at the creature left behind while Mia looks around. He furrows a brow in faint confusion, but can't bring himself to care too much in the moment; it was not moving towards him, and he is distracted enough by his pain to tiredly shut out the Djinn's presence for now.

The building itself seems to have been a storage room at some point, with wooden palettes stacked far in a corner and rucksacks that may have been used to hold foodstuffs untidily strewn across another corner.

There are more explosions and yelling outside, but they seem far off. For now, their little hideaway is left intact.]

[When Mia locates one of the wooden palettes (the hard way), and finds two more in a flash of lightning from outside, the first trickles of 'this will be okay' make their way into her thoughts. She drags the wood to the doorway between the rooms, going back to see if there is anything else useful. The wood might not burn, if water got in-

Ah. Kindling.

By the time she makes it back to Walter, taking tiny steps as she tugs along the wood and thankfully-dry sacks, everything feels so heavy. She just can't be done yet. Serac returns to her person, and she kneels again to check whether Walter is still awake.]

[He had just shut his eyes for a moment, honest. His breathing is a little better, assisted with the slight elevation Mia's pillow allows. He doesn't react to Mia's presence, though a shudder and hiss escape within moments.]

[He must still be in pain. Without saying a word about it, more pain than she thought. She does not want to wake him, resolving to find a way to light a fire on her own, after she does what else she can for Walter. Using filial magic, this time - and it ought to warm him up, too. It always felt so much warmer and denser than her own power. And she had something of a separate set of reserves for that.

It's a bit distressing, how much damage there still is when she starts. The temperature and shivering have only made things worse.]

[It's really a wonder that a lung had not collapsed when his ribs had been damaged so much, but his breathing had been labored for awhile because of his wounds. The Filial magic brings with it a soothing, comforting sensation, but whatever warmth given off is minimal. It's still better than nothing though, and it rouses him from his restless state of almost-slumber.]

Mia...?

[How many times has he said her name now in this rather short period of time? In another setting, it may have been worth commenting on.]

Any luck?

[She won't tell him today how close he came to poking holes in his lung. Maybe some other time.

An answer doesn't come right away, because of how focused she is on making it easier for him to breathe. Tiring himself out from the struggle could do more damage than the cold. There is only so much she can do at once before rest and time have to take over, though.]

I found some things. Hopefully it is enough. [She gestures to the stacked palettes and bags, forgetting momentarily that they are in the dark.]

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