TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

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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[frost_jewel]

[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.]

[blackteriques]

[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.]

[frost_jewel]

[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.]

[blackteriques]

[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?

[frost_jewel]

[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.]

[blackteriques]

...Hopefully. [He can't spare much breath for conversation, going quiet as he focuses on carefully lifting his good hand. His brows knit together with concentration as he again calls upon Eferin, sweat gathering on his forehead as he manages to summon forth a sizable fireball. He lets it drift from his hand, watching as it floats slowly through the room.

The flame settles on one of the sacks, taking a long moment to catch fire. It's only once the sack is burning a decent amount that Walter finally lets the fireball dissipate, exhaling raggedly like he had been holding his breath too long.]

[frost_jewel]

[If she has any say in it, that will be the last thing he has to do for a long while. The first puffs of heat from the fire reach her and she shivers again, distinct from the low-grade shiver that had followed her all this time. Mia peels off her gloves, now soaked and dirty, flexing stiff fingers.

In the light she can get a better look at his face, even if it isn't much of one still, with the fire so tiny. One hand brushes his wet hair out of the way, lingering for a few seconds against his forehead. She doesn't know what she expects to feel, other than cold.]

Rest, Walter. I can keep a fire going.

[blackteriques]

[He is warmer than normal -- the result of his body reacting to the injuries and trying to heal them as best as it could. Mia's healing averted a full-on fever, but it would take awhile for his body to recover from that initial shock.

He tilts his head at Mia when he feels her hand on his face, a small sigh all that he can get out before he's tiredly shutting his eyes again. He's not going to argue.]

[frost_jewel]

[At least this way he seems to be breathing better. It isn't ideal for him to lie there in cold wet clothes and fall asleep, but they have a fire and it would only make him worse to fight for wakefulness. As the flames start to really build, Mia moves for a while to the opposite side of the fire, not wanting to waste the heat.

She stays standing, because she has the sense to know that if she sits, she might fall asleep too, leaving them both trapped and vulnerable. Over the rustle of the fire she listens to the fighting outside - which feels so far away, more than a few feet for sure - and listens also for any change in Walter's breathing, or if he says something.

Eventually they are going to have to get back to safety. If there is safety to be found anywhere.]