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epidemiology2017-07-06 04:20 pm
12inches) wrote in epidemiology2017-07-06 04:20 pm
closed.
CHARACTERS: Blue Squad (Sigma/Lucina/Aqua)
DATE: July 5th/Asterion Crash.
WARNINGS: Injuries rampant.
SUMMARY: this is a single closed novella prompt I'm not putting that on the event
[ As if they needed any more hell breaking loose, the ship has to go and drop out of the sky. There's a long, long, long, merciless, veering stretch of panic that grips the prisoners as gravity eases its hold on everything again; not enough to lift them up, but enough to make bracing for impact about as much of a pipe dream as getting the landing gear out was at this point. And then one thundering, roaring crash later and everything's on the ground. ]
[ Including Sigma, tripping and skidding and slamming into a wall at the outskirts of the main hall. It knocks the wind out of him, but even still it's hard to miss the sound of creaking and snapping metal overhead as the ship lurches back to the left, and he glances up just in time to see a figure smashed through the weakened railing of the catwalk above. The seconds it takes to fall are seconds to realize that that's going to be a serious landing. And an extra second to realize the flurry of orange and blue is actually— ]
Lucina!
[ He's under the woman before he's entirely sure how he'd gotten there, lunging and twisting and tackling her velocity into something more horizontal than vertical. He lands hard on a shoulder and tumbles to a stop on his back, hugging her reflexively tight to his chest. All well and good, because they're far from out of the woods yet. The ship is still scraping, tipping, crumpling, they're still sliding, and the piercing grate of metal on metal from behind snags attention like an iron hook. ]
[ A falling table, part of a door, something thick and heavy's in their wake—whatever the fuck it is, all he can do is turn his back to it, tucking his head and curling tight around her before— ]
[ Everything cuts out like a switch being flipped. From the blaring alarms to the screeches, metal and organic. Whether it comes back seconds or minutes later, he can't tell. Only that the noise has replaced itself with a high pitched whine, intimately deep in his ears, and that his arms are very much empty. Of course he couldn't have held onto her after losing consciousness, but the dread whisks up his stomach all the same, and the fact that he can't move isn't helping. At least the crash seems to be over; sirens continue their blaring overhead, but all has finally fallen still. Everything's aching, his head is splitting, and there's a dull but persistent throb from somewhere in his leg that lances up through it like lightning at the first effort he makes to shift. ]
[ A yelp of pain belts out, and it tastes red. ]
DATE: July 5th/Asterion Crash.
WARNINGS: Injuries rampant.
SUMMARY: this is a single closed novella prompt I'm not putting that on the event
[ As if they needed any more hell breaking loose, the ship has to go and drop out of the sky. There's a long, long, long, merciless, veering stretch of panic that grips the prisoners as gravity eases its hold on everything again; not enough to lift them up, but enough to make bracing for impact about as much of a pipe dream as getting the landing gear out was at this point. And then one thundering, roaring crash later and everything's on the ground. ]
[ Including Sigma, tripping and skidding and slamming into a wall at the outskirts of the main hall. It knocks the wind out of him, but even still it's hard to miss the sound of creaking and snapping metal overhead as the ship lurches back to the left, and he glances up just in time to see a figure smashed through the weakened railing of the catwalk above. The seconds it takes to fall are seconds to realize that that's going to be a serious landing. And an extra second to realize the flurry of orange and blue is actually— ]
Lucina!
[ He's under the woman before he's entirely sure how he'd gotten there, lunging and twisting and tackling her velocity into something more horizontal than vertical. He lands hard on a shoulder and tumbles to a stop on his back, hugging her reflexively tight to his chest. All well and good, because they're far from out of the woods yet. The ship is still scraping, tipping, crumpling, they're still sliding, and the piercing grate of metal on metal from behind snags attention like an iron hook. ]
[ A falling table, part of a door, something thick and heavy's in their wake—whatever the fuck it is, all he can do is turn his back to it, tucking his head and curling tight around her before— ]
[ Everything cuts out like a switch being flipped. From the blaring alarms to the screeches, metal and organic. Whether it comes back seconds or minutes later, he can't tell. Only that the noise has replaced itself with a high pitched whine, intimately deep in his ears, and that his arms are very much empty. Of course he couldn't have held onto her after losing consciousness, but the dread whisks up his stomach all the same, and the fact that he can't move isn't helping. At least the crash seems to be over; sirens continue their blaring overhead, but all has finally fallen still. Everything's aching, his head is splitting, and there's a dull but persistent throb from somewhere in his leg that lances up through it like lightning at the first effort he makes to shift. ]
[ A yelp of pain belts out, and it tastes red. ]
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It was fine, in theory ( as it tends to be ) — grab her sword, first and foremost, because while she tries to be good some part of her is still innately selfish. The rest of the plan is help as many people as she possibly can, make sure everyone's accounted for and safe, even the ones she doesn't recognize. The weapon on by her side has the tendency of making her feel invincible — and after being reunited, she gets overconfident.
Because their plan worked. The moment she gets word that Keith is controlling the ship, Lucina knows they're home free. She's high up on the rafters when everything lurches, and the motion of it sends her flying — the back of her skull, along with the rest of her body, crashing into the nearest wall. Then— nothing.
At least, until she wakes up to her head ringing, the world in twos as she attempts to blink the dizziness away. It doesn't work, and her body feels like it's been stomped on by a particularly angry wyvern, a low, broken groan struggling its way past her lips. She'd be content to lie down, slumped over what was a wall, for a moment longer, but—
Her head lifts, arm instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword ( still here, through some miracle ) at the newest sound that joins the rest. One that, unlike the others, has her stomach dropping in dread; it's a sound she's not familiar with, but she'd recognize the voice anywhere ( haha ). ] No—
[ It takes her a moment; she doesn't see him in front of her, and getting her entire torso up and turning requires her to move past the pain. Some that rattle her deep in her bones, others that sting and throb at the surface. Nothing broken, at least, just sore. ] Sigma! [ She tries again, no louder than the first, but this time she's shifted enough to spot the sharp orange between all the grey. Another moment for her to stand ( this wouldn't be the first time she's used Falchion as a cane ), and it's not the steadiest pair of feet that has her stumbling over. ] Dear gods—
Sigma. Sigma. [ Twice, just in case he didn't hear her the first time. Eyes haphazardly studying his body before she's searching his face again, in the hopes that he's looking back. ]
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[ The sound of his name does pick at him, tugging him gently far enough out of his personal misery to remind him of course he wasn't alone in the crash. And as a ragged figure shuffles his way propped on the hilt of her sword, the last few minutes burst to the surface of his memory like trapped air. ]
Lucina! [ The name slips out like smoke, relief melting the pain out of his voice, but taking the volume with it. He'd lost her halfway through the crash, but here she is—worse for wear but on her feet. At least the hit had been worth it. ] Thank god—
[ Shoulders shudder in protest at the attempt to shift and prop himself up, which inevitably fails, back too stunned by the impact to be cajoled into bearing much weight, but he does reach out and make an effort to snag Lucina by the ankle of her baggy orange jumpsuit. As if to reassure him she's real. ]
You're alright...
[ Better off than him, anyway. Which, at the moment from the look of it, isn't hard. His eyes struggle to focus, there's blood at his nose, smeared and dripping down the side of his chin. And perhaps most notably is the tangled chunk of debris pinning his right knee at a distinctly un-knee-like angle. ]
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Only the act of him simply responding has her pause, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to make sense of what he means. Something has happened, since the crash up until this point. Sigma may have possibly been involved. Yet the "how"s she knows she can't answer, not yet, not when they're barely out of the woods. ] Don't move, your legs—
[ Especially not with Sigma like this. Blood on his face, visibly in pain and barely able to maneuver his own body; some part of her suddenly worries that this may be permanent, panic jumping to her throat ( she'll respond to him, soon enough, once they can at least get moving ). Her sword placed down on the ground beside her, temporarily forgotten, as she moves to more important things. ]
... We need to get you to a healer. [ Or — even better — bring a healer to them. Her gaze moves to her ankles ( briefly, her teeth grit in pain, a sting running up her spine. She doesn't even want to think about what could be wrong with them ); mostly for the purpose of sending a location to Aqua, along with a brief description ( Sigma's hurt, I need your help— ). ]
I've messaged Aqua. [ The why should be straightforward enough. She reaches out for him, replacing her ankle in his grasp with a hand. ] You'll be alright. [ He has to be. ]
Does it hurt anywhere else?
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You don't gotta tell me twice... [ He says, before immediately making another attempt at heaving his body in some sort of direction. Don't tell him twice, he's going to try anyway. ]
[ Her hand finds his, and he grips it tight, a little tighter than necessary as he strains to lever himself up onto an elbow. Which he manages this time. It feels like an acupuncturist is playing whack-a-mole down his spine, breath forcing itself through his teeth in bursts, but his arm holds. ]
Only everywhere, [ he huffs, oddly close to a smile. Like she has to ask... ] My back, my face... I think my leg's stuck... Breathing's not fun...
[ Is it hard to breathe or not? Harder to tell with a mouth full of the taste of blood. It's probably from his nose. His voice meanders, train of thought winding between sharpening gasps before his head eventually hangs itself. Fuck, everything hurts... ]
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She catalogs the injuries with the audio commentary, her pained expression only twisting further the longer she looks. It looked bad, she knows, and while the jumpsuit keeps her from seeing his less obvious injuries, his words only serve as a reminder that they're still there. The next inhale is shaky, and she's moving again, steeling herself in an attempt to do something. ]
I need you to stay with me. [ The gravity of the situation only makes the sinking feeling worse and worse, her hand gripping his back. Tighter. Her teeth worry her lower lip, before slowly pulling both hands away, eyes flickering to the metal crushing his leg. ] Just until help gets here.
[ But she only leaves his side once she's sure he's steady. Swallows down the throbbing in her legs, her back as she reaches down and grabs the debris at the edges, lifting instead of dragging because the last thing she needs to do is agitate his leg some more. Except the sudden tension-compression of the muscles reminder her of her own injuries, letting out a strained grunt — but she manages to move it just enough before it's dropped on the ground again.
It's not long before she's collapsing with it ( at least she's sitting up, sort of ), back hunched over. ]
TLDR magic happened and more will follow
The ship crashes, and her own shielding spells can only hold for so much of the extensive collision into the ground. Her Barrier absorbs the worst of it, prevents her thin body from fracturing into irreparable pieces, but the landing is still harsh enough to knock her out cold.
...When she finally comes to, there's a message waiting for her, blipping hazily in her battered headspace.
Sigma's hurt, I need your help—
A blinking dot on in an empty space, some unknown point beyond a stretch of what was once a flying prison.
That's all she needs.
She grimaces as she picks herself to her feet with almost machinelike determination, lurching toward their marker at a blind pace. (Please be all right...)
It feels like she's stumbling through the wreckage for ages, and then suddenly it feels like no time has passed at all, and all she can see are her friends, waning far too quickly and— ]
Sigma, Lucina!
[ She cries out to them like she's afraid they won't hear her, but they do, thank god they do, and it keeps her heart from spilling out of her throat completely. She composes herself, hard eyes training on Sigma's extensive injuries as she collects visual data while filtering out her apprehension and heartache. ]
I won't let you— ...You'll be okay.
[ We'll be okay. Kneeling carefully next to him, she briefly glances up at Lucina to give her a brief nod of gratitude (thank you for calling me, for being here), before setting to work. A bright glow suffuses her hands, and she applies the spell just over his sternum, mending the bones of his ribcage along with any punctured organs. (It works too quickly to be a melodramatic process, if anything it's probably startling how rapid and painless the healing takes place. But the spell is meant to soothe the nerves as much as the rest of the body, to miraculously dislocate the pain even as it eradicates it.)
The first spell finished, she has to take a good moment to recharge her mana before she sees to the rest of him, though it doesn't stop her from casting him a mortally concerned look all the while. ]
tldr go make out pls
[ But before panic can strike, a third voice is countering it aside like a knight in shining armor. Twisting a little farther brings another figure into view, staggering through the wreckage. Everyone looks more or less the same in the jumpsuits, but even his bleary eyes can make out the shock of pale blue hair tousled around a face forced fierce as she homes in close. ]
[ Aqua. He'd be over the moon to see her alright if those particular joyful faculties weren't buzzing in so much disarray. Soon enough though, she's got her glowing hands on his chest, and all at once the pain hoarding unbearably in his ribcage suddenly atomizes into a nebulous ache, before being sucked upward like dust in a silent vacuum cleaner. It isn't energizing, per se, but the lifting of such suffocating discomfort somehow feels like a shot of adrenaline. ]
That... [ He manages before a cough, first full breath of air in minutes not quite agreeing with him, but he still sounds worlds better, ] is never gonna get not freaky... Thanks...
[ It's done nothing for the throbbing in his head, and only sort of put the leg on hold, but Sigma wastes no time rolling and pushing himself gingerly into a sit. He'll take the time to smother her in appreciation when they've got any to spare. ]
Lucina... [ Called out, though it's more to their rescuer than the owner of the name. His hand finds Aqua's shoulder and tugs, shoving her a little disorientedly toward the other woman. ] Make sure she's okay, Aqua, she took a dive off the catwalk...
tldr stares at sigma in disappointment & walks away
But she knows they're not out of the woods yet— Sigma's legs still bent at a strange angle, and she should be there, helping. And yet her next big task is to raise her head, to look at Aqua properly once she can hear the girl's footsteps. The nod returned with a small one of her own, fully understanding the intent behind it ( thank you for coming, for being safe ). Her back aches, legs strangely boneless now that she's back down on the ground, and trying to stand on them isn't a task she's inclined to take on just yet. But—
She does move them, uses her arms to straighten out her legs, instead of leaving half-sitting on them. Watches the soft glow on Aqua's hands mend the tissue and bone, Sigma's arms steady as he props himself up. This is good. They'll be okay, the worst of it has passed ( even if all of them will have to rest after, that's only a small price to pay ). She's happy to sink further into her seat, maybe close her eyes as she waits for Aqua to work her magic, until Sigma calls her name.
— So that's what happened; the dull pain in her body, the startling relief from Sigma from minutes ago — all of it makes sense now, her brain slowly putting back the pieces together. But first— ] I'm alright.
[ The words are almost instinctive by this point. She's fine, she's still conscious ( and will be for quite some time ), and she's felt pain worse than this. ] Really— [ In case Aqua doubts her. ] His injuries are much more severe than mine. I can wait, if nothing else.
tldr bye sigma :wave:
Please stay still. You shouldn't be moving.
[ She braces one arm against his back to help keep him steady, while she focuses another shot of her strongest healing magic into his badly damaged leg. The spell encases the limb, instantly arranging the main joint back into proper alignment and sealing up torn flesh.
Once finished, she dutifully dabs some of the blood off of his face with an orange sleeve, residual magic following the careful movement and erasing whatever cuts, bruises and dents he's collected. ]
There... Don't get up just yet, take a moment to rest.
[ She'll sit with (and stifle) him for as long as it takes for him to recover, before moving over to Lucina... ]