Event | Satellite | Crash Landing

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 21, 2013
Location: In and around the city of Keeliai
Situation: The early morning hour brings unexpected devastation to Keeliai and the outlying areas. Emergency response and damage control follows!
Warnings/Rating: Fires, minor violence; please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector | Outlying Areas

The early morning hours of May 21st are broken by the sound of a low lying explosion and a veritable rain of fiery bits and bobs such as molten hot metal and space debris. Those out and about in the very early morning (three hours before dawn) see a meteoric shape streaking overhead and leaving a debris trail. Those interested in following it may find themselves distracted by the debris raining down across Tu Vishan, starting fires and damaging buildings turtlewide. Tu Vishan certainly is, for the great turtle grinds to a halt amidst all this and a trace of concern for the little ones on his shell can be felt in the minds of many.

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EARTH SECTOR

[ironwood]

[Stone architecture saves the Earth Sector from the worst of the fires experienced in others, but heavy damages are from falling debris are the immediate concern. Over a quarter of the buildings are damaged by debris and a third of those experience structural failure that traps goods and kedan alike. Rescue efforts are started immediately, which slows the spread of alarm in the sector. Supplies are important, but the protection of life is equally held by those sifting through the debris.

The hardest hit building in Earth turns out to be the Pedestal, an extensive textiles market grounds in the southern area that has undershell bunker that is the centre of operations for the Amnai Meroz gang as it rebuilds strength after the beating it took during the gang wars. Kedan here are hurriedly trying to extricate weapons, drugs, and juulan before the police arrive and, in an attempt to slow their response, they've hastily tasked the surviving lieutenants to enact widespread looting and rioting at the northern edge of the Sector.

Foreigners that offer their assistance will be accepted by civilians and officers alike, though they may not hold open arms -- pressed by the nature of the emergency and focused on the tasks at hand. They will be asked to dig survivors out and, in another rare shift, be given temporary authority by the Sector chief to arrest any Amnai Meroz members they find disturbing the peace and turn them in to the nearest precinct.]

Open

[gathersnomoss]

Zelgadis is strong, and has enough magic that he could judiciously use it to clear debris -- and even with his sword secured at home, he hoped he looked imposing enough that the gangs would rather harass someone else. In addition, his old bag of tricks -- normally used for expeditions into ruins -- was especially useful. He took out a dousing crystal, one normally used for finding secret passages and underground rooms -- and was patrolling around the ruins looking for air pockets that might indicate survivors.

"There!" He pocketed the crystal in a quick gesture and went to remove some of the debris. "Someone get a medic!"

[kvarterskommissarie]

The circumstances may be new but the situation itself is all too familiar and in a combination of instinct and muscle memory, Dååhd is moving quite comfortably through the chaos. The call for a medic cuts through the air like it always does and he quickly changes his path.

"I'm here. What are we looking at?"

[gathersnomoss]

"Might be survivors buried under here," Zelgadis said. "There's an air pocket and I think I hear someone."

He shifted a rather large rock with a grunt; Zel was stronger than most humans, but not by that much.

OPEN

[alpha_squad_leader]

Now is really not the time for that, jerk!

[The sound of boot meeting face and then body hitting ground follow Victor's annoyed yell. He was already out on patrol when the sky started raining debris on them all. Once he got past the shock, Vic sprang into action pulling people out of rubble and helping to put out fires. When he spotted some looters, he got mad and now he's dealing with them.]

There are people in trouble! You should be helping or getting to safety, not stealing from them!

Re: OPEN

[gathersnomoss]

You all right over there?

[Zelgadis spotted the trouble and was heading over: he didn't know many of his neighbors, or which ones were competent in a fight. Or how strong the criminal elements were going to hit foreigners versus local merchants.]

[alpha_squad_leader]

[Victor leap-frogs over another looter before looking for the source of that question. He doesn't recognize Zeldagis but he offers a nod.]

Yeah, these guys are just punks. How about you?

[shorttempered]

[Invincible had been flying overhead, attempting to preemptively eliminate anything that could become falling debris while keeping an eye out for anyone in need of help, when he heard Victor yelling.]

They never listen, you know. [Except that one time Titan did... and it turned out to be a long-term con.]

It really pisses me off that they don't realize there are way more important things that need to be done... but no, there's free stuff to take, so screw everything else! [Lands beside him.]

[alpha_squad_leader]

[Victor glances up and offers a shrug.]

I know. But it's either yell or hit them harder and I'd rather not break jaws if I don't have to.

[He nods as Invincible lands next to him, causing the looters that had been preparing to attack Victor to start backing up.]

Screw everything else including their own safety. They're seriously stupid.

OPEN -- Near Amon's Clinic

[amonfire]

[ Singed clothing shucked off a kedan's raw and exposed arm in hands as Amon tried to pull someone out of the twisted wreckage. Dropping the body with little gravitas, Amon jumped over piled textiles engulfed in flame in the mad dash to get out of the worst of it while finding any survivors. Near the epicenter of the Pedestal he found the worst of it, and Amon was forcibly pulled into hist his clinic close by was only a hairsbreadth away from being demolished. So, naturally, it had drawn in his attention and he felt compelled to investigate. ]

You- [ Amon grabbed the first kedan he saw that was capable of standing unencumbered. Before shoving them roughly into the throng of chaos he said in low, warning tones- ] Start bringing survivors into the clinic close the market.

[ Though it engendered enough anger to start a new inferno, Amon frantically began looking for the nearest source of water. He sardonically observed how much safer it would have been to be caught in a crisis back in the Water sector; they were so much better equipped to be staring into the mouth of hell. ]

Anyone still standing can find me doctor Natu! You run fast enough for own lives; you can offer the same courtesy for those around you!

Re: OPEN -- Near Amon's Clinic

[alphatar]

[Once the Metal Sector was fairly under control and in capable hands, Korra had moved onto the neighboring Earth Sector. Arriving on upturned asphalt, Korra weaved her way through the streets, picking up injured using the cement they were hampered on to carry them. It wasn't long before she had quite a few moving along with her and before she could even holler for help over the screaming and raging fires a kedan had flagged her down outside of what looked to be a clinic. With her bending stopped, she assisted getting those who could not walk into medical hands. Without so much as a word she made headway to the center of the chaos where a large fire was impeding an entire block of the city. Before she could even think of how to handle it, muscle memory kicked into action and she swiftly forced the fire by guiding her arms towards a large piece of falling debris. With the fire she controlled hit the already hot metal it exploded in mid-air into smaller chunks that caused little to no damage.]

Help! [Korra turned around, still sweating from just the Metal Sector alone, to see one of the kedan trapped under a collapsed building. Sweeping her foot forward while thrusting her arms upwards in one fluid motion the remnants of the stone building lifted and Korra brought her arms in a circle to her chest before punching them both forward causing the rubble to shoot off and blanket another fire off in the streets. The kedan got up and hastily ran.]

Get to the clinic! [She yelled after him, breathing heavily. As she caught her breath she made a slow motion with both her arms all the moisture from her clothes, skin, and hair slid off into the air. With a flick of her wrists the murky liquid turned crystal clear as all the dirt fell to the floor and it’s temperature dropped to a cold degree and Korra bended the pure, cool water to her mouth to drink. That’s when she spotted-]

Amon!

[amonfire]

[ Korra made a scene of herself well before they locked eyes across the disastrous ruin. There was a moment he felt his fist tighten until he could feel skin of his palm break; he envisioned a windpipe he wanted to crush where his fingers started to blister. That fleeting escape into a vision of violent reprisal vanished when a support beam doing quite the opposite under the weight of crumbling tiled walls buckled and nearly crushed him.

Amon hurdled over the wreckage out into an open area that had once been a small courtyard separating each market stall. It had also, he realized as he hit the last stride in his mad dash away from the wreck, brought him closer to Korra. Distantly he wondered if wearing the mask in lieu of more suitable protective headgear had been a mistake- it wasn't a mask, it was a symbol. One that would not engender cooperation between them.

Amon stalked towards her with haste; his shoulder taut and posture menacing. There was a scream, someone still escaping, so shrill it seemed to break through the stone surrounding that it punctured any doubt of how this was going to go down between them. His mind was made up. In an instant Amon closed the distance between himself and his most hated enemy and, ]

The fire is being fed by the textiles and it's too oxygenated to go out on its own. [ He pointed towards the worst of it where the smoke was oddly coloured and foul smelling. ] Dyes in the fabrics are making it worse so water will be ineffective; you'll need to smother it before it spreads.

[ Then something snapped in him as it dawned on Amon just who it was he was talking to. His eyes went cruel and cold again as did his voice when he dropped all composure and started to shout. ] What are you waiting for? Now!

[bindsthedead]

[Meanwhile, Sabriel was attempting to round up Amnai Meroz members. In fact, she was leading two of them at swordpoint to the precinct when she came across Amon.]

Amon! Do you need any help- Don't try to get away! [The last sentence was aimed at one of the gang members, who bolted, only to be quickly knocked to the ground by a well aimed Charter spell.]

[amonfire]

[ Before Amon heard her, Saraneth rang from his wrist in a mourning dirge as if in prelude to the arrival of the one that put it there. Not intently listening in to her shouting, Amon spotted two Amnai Meroz circling waiting to catch her unaware. Apparently they had not taken into account that Sabriel was neither defenceless nor alone.

As one gang member went down after being hit square in the chest with a Chart spell, Amon feinted a sharp left and barrelled into the ones stalking behind Sabriel. Wordlessly and with deadly precision, he jabbed them both in the neck and limbs before they crumpled to the ground. He turned back to Sabriel and nodded in greeting. ]

I was about to ask you the same thing.

[saisamour]

[Marius had been loitering near Cosette's former lodgings when the crash landing happened, and despite not quite understanding what had just occurred he began to move around the sector, helping whoever was in need of it. Recalling the clinic, he then immediately rushed to it to find Amon in his current state. Marius approached, albeit with a slightly confused look still lingering in his expression.]

Monsieur...!

[He's going to be super busy with paperwork for the next couple of hours, won't he?]

[virginprice]

Alcuin was standing outside his suite- or rather, the crumbled wreckage and debris where his suite had very recently been. He was standing very still, staring at it, clutching a small book until his knuckles were white, his dark eyes as wide as they could go.

He'd barely gotten out. He'd barely gotten out, he could be trapped, it was a miracle of Blessed Elua that he wasn't, and what was he going to do?. He knew he shouldn't be panicking, he should be helping the others, more homes than just his had been hit, but he couldn't seem to move his feet from the ground or stop staring at where his home had been just moments ago.

[bindsthedead]

"Alcuin!" Sabriel had arrived in the Earth Sector after realizing that Water was better off than the rest of Keeliai, and her attempts at helping were better directed elsewhere.

"Alcuin!" Sabriel grabbed his shoulders- not unkindly, but a little roughly, and shook him. "Don't just stand there- we're Charter mages, we have to help!"

[afirewithfashion]

They didn't live too far apart. When Cinna heard the ruckus -- it was the first thing since the festival that drove him voluntarily from his suite, and when he saw the chaos from that direction, he started running. Alcuin's suite, the shop --

When he caught sight of the pale-haired boy, clutching at his book of poetry but alive and standing under his own power, Cinna slowed, approaching him with caution.

"Alcuin?"

Open

[cantbewalled]

[Prussia was pretty shocked--and pissed off--when his morning exercises were disrupted by the north wall and ceiling of his building caving in almost right on top of him. Getting stuck under that kind of debris is never fun and digging yourself out is even more annoying. So someone may hear the loud and distinct cursing coming from his suite as he pushes, jerks and wriggles his way from underneath the rubble. If you try to help he might just laugh you off and tell you go save someone who truly needs it. The fact he's covered in blood and might have a broken rib or two doesn't bother him. Don't underestimate the power of his stubborn.

After managing to get free, Prussia pulls on a dirt covered shirt and shakes the rocks and glass out of his boots before lacing them up to find out more about what the hell just happened. Only to run into gang members looting houses nearby and like hell is he going to let that stand! The fact he does have a weapon besides a knife in his boot won't stop him from taking them on.]

/drops in

[brokenweapon]

[Bourne had been out on his morning run - half a product of insomnia, half a product of unshakeable habit - when he saw the fireball streak across the sky. Oh, great, he thought, just before he saw large chunks of debris falling all around him and starting fires. His exercise routine abandoned, he ran to a half-collapsed building, helping kedan dig their families out.

Of course, some will always see a disaster as an opportunity, and Bourne notices some unscrupulous kedan looting nearby houses and ruined shops.

That actually makes him angry.

More kedan have shown up to help free others from the debris, so he slips away and proceeds towards the nearest group of looters. It looks like this other guy has the same idea.]

[shorttempered]

[It seemed that no matter what Invincible did to try to bring his attention back to helping people out of ruined buildings, the looters were winning the battle for his attention. Maybe if he had super hearing...

As it stood, he was beating up some looters when he spins on his heel and nearly punches Prussia in the face.]

Crap! So sorry, I didn't see you there.

I didn't actually hit you, did I?

OPEN...

[inseine]

[Somewhere amidst the remains of the Earth Sector's northern age comes an unbridled, uncontrolled blast unlike the fires and damages from the falling debris. First of all, it came from below and not from the sky, at around the height of a lofty human. Second, it conveniently manages to scatter the dead center of the weapons and drugs supply -- and any scurrying Amnai Meroz members attempting to gather and loot the illegal wears while the going was good. And lastly, a heavily whiskered man stands at the center of the blast with a rather taken aback expression. He spares about five seconds to stare at his flexing fingertips openly, which were still smoking from some apparent effort he exerted.]

Well! [he mutters lowly, in that sort of distraction that sounded like he was chattering only for his own ears.] Well, well, well. A bit overmuch. Less firm concentration next time? Where is that silly girl when she is wanted!

[The shock and awe at his own unsettling capabilities passes in the face of a crisis. Charter Magic is a novel thing to him, and he is still unused to the tingling, to the measure of control he must exert to keep his attacks at a 'stun' and not 'injure' level. He raises his voice to a well-practiced, authoritative snap.]

All right, that is enough! Break it off! Your supply is finished, [...in the immediate area, anyway] let's not swipe the goods from under the rug and collar each other like barbarians!

[... And that would be one way to declare yourself Public Enemy to the major Earth Sector gang of the North, striding right into the center, muttering to the surrounding women and children to snatch their families and run out of there, and initiating a blast meant to cripple the supply. Good job, Javert.]

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel altered her course the moment she felt the flare of Charter Magic nearby- (and uncontrolled and destructive magic at that!) Only to find Javert, and several Amnai Meroz members.]

What did you do?

[At least he didn't seem to be injured- and Sabriel had taught him that particular spell. Still, Sabriel kept her sword out, with one eye on the gang members as she looked around, and spotted broken weapons amidst the wreckage.]

[traumatizing]

[Everyone's panicking. It'd be impossible to ignore even if Terry was the kind of guy who would, the fear blaring in his head like a fire alarm. With all these people hurt in the street, it's not hard to focus and push through what's going on with his mind - he's not strong enough to do much of anything to get people out of the buildings or move anyone to a clinic if they can't get moving on their own, but he can apply some rudimentary first aid in the street until someone more capable comes along.

That and intermittently calling out to ask if anyone's seen a medic or a healer whenever he sees anyone within earshot.]

[kvarterskommissarie]

[ Did you say medic? Because that's exactly what we have here. He's even keeping a cool head in a crisis, lo and behold! ]

I'm a surgeon — what are we looking at here?