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.

Comments

[wallcrawler]

Yeah, but me without any snappy comebacks or sassy quips is like going outside without any pants.

[Sign #83 you may have a banter problem.]

Good guess on the name though! Unless my reputation precedes me, anyway. And if that's the case I swear it's all lies. Well, most of it. Just the bad parts.

[He should probably be off trying to find more places he's needed, but he's kind of grateful for the chance to catch his breath at the moment. A few minutes couldn't hurt, especially since if he caught wind of anything serious he'd abandon the conversation without a second thought.]

[alphatar]

I'm on it!

[Watching him run upside down on the ceiling was a little creepy and pretty cool at the same time. Even weirder when she running for the stairwell at the same time.]

I'll be back up after the escape route and everyone's clear in case someone's too injured to get out.

[With the kedan following her, Korra made short work of any blocking debris and rubble by earthbending back into the building, reforitfying the structure as they made their way down the floors. Sure it didn't look as good as new, but it was definitely just as strong. With a minor fire hazard diverted by smothering it with crumbled stone, Korra wended her way down, checking each floor for any survivors. Her intial troop of kedan had nearly tripled in size by the time they got safely to the bottom. Whether or not they appreciated what she and Spider-Man had done wasn't anything she paid attention to as she herded them outside.

Once they were cleared, Korra raked her arms in the air towards herself and a ledge formed from the wall of the building and she hopped onto it. Using a foundation stance while repeatedly moving her arms up then down Korra slid up her makeshift elevator until she got to the upper floors she hadn't been through. Pushing her arms down with her palms facing the floor the wall before her practically melted away and she walked through it. The ledge outside propped up and filled up her temporary doorway.]

You better not be on fire again! [She shouted half jokingly, half serious.]

[afirewithfashion]

Alcuin was kind -- and he meant it sincerely, not like most people. Cinna offered him a smile in return, an arm around his shoulders to steady him, as he gently (but insistently) turned Alcuin toward the bench.

"I hope not, too. Is there a way to ask?"

[flamingshortshorts]

Sure, but don't we want them to think there is? [They may have realized someone had been inside the treehouse, but Toro still thought if they kept up the pretense maybe they would think it was just in a really good hiding place.]

I'm doing a lot better up here than these trees are.

[flamingshortshorts]

[Toro comes up to a quick stop when he hears her and turns his head--not that it's easy to tell he's looking, being on fire and all--to see the treehouse in question.]

Yeah, yeah! I can siphon the heat off for you. [He swoops down low enough that the fire could be licking his feet and draws the heat up into his own body. Not too fast or else he'll overload too quickly, but fast enough to pull it away from where the kids are.]</small.

[cantbewalled]

[Prussia doesn't have super strength like America, but happens to have a pretty good sense of peripheral awareness. He ducks fast and bounces back up with a cackle.] Hah! You'll have to come at me a bit faster than that.

[And then he turns to slug a looter right in the face because that's where all the fun is at.] Are you here to help them or do you have a problem knowing who the enemy is?

[beganwithamask]

Yeah, we'll make an effort to clean it up and move things around, but I don't know how sold they are on it being in there anyway. [After all, it's been broken into once and obviously nothing was found.]

Doesn't take much. Don't overexert yourself, okay?

[traumatizing]

[The past, then. Frowning slightly, Terry cleans off his hands with a small bit of the alcohol and kneels at the opposite side of the injured kedan, cleaning what he can and making sure to stay out of the way to make this all go faster.]

People don't really do that anymore. [pause] Cauterizing wounds, I mean. It increases the chance of infection.

[He makes sure his tone doesn't sound judgemental or patronising. This guy probably still knows a million times more than him, even if you remove all the outdated approaches. Don't want to be disrespectful here.]

[flamingshortshorts]

Whatever you say, Buck. You know I can handle it. [He'll just have to keep up with letting off the steam. Or contemplate taking a likely very painful dip into the ocean. And then he hears screams coming from a nearby house.]

[anything_it_takes]

[Mike's little dance would be funnier if Leo wasn't nursing his own burn - he stepped roughly on a branch during his search for the escape route and hadn't realized that the ash-coated interior was a mess of hot coal and boiling sap. At the time the pain had come secondary to concern for Mike's life and the immediate pressing need to Do Something, but now the pain is searing.

Leo shifts his weight to the ball of his foot. It'll keep for later, and won't cripple him to put it off. What can't keep is the people who still need saving.

The kedan child rushes over, heedless of the roaring fire mere feet away in her joy that her guardians are okay; the parents catch her up and retreat to a safe distance. Leo makes sure they get clear, then turns his eye to the next rescue job.]

Mike, the big tree across the way - two kids, third branch up! You throw, I'll catch!

[It worked last time; Leo sees no reason to abandon a perfectly good strategy.

It's gonna be a long morning.]

[beganwithamask]

I know, but if you need a dip in the water let me know- [He's fixing to make it know that he won't let his best friend drown, but the screams distract him too, and he glances up immediately in that direction, expression going a little more grim. He's never really hesitated to run toward a dangerous situation, and he doesn't hesitate now, setting off at a sprint in the direction the screams came from.] Time to go be heroes again, sounds like.

[meanandgreen]

Raph just frowns into the fire, the flames playing with the shadows on his face. For a long moment, he doesn't answer. Far away, he can still hear people screaming in the night. Punks and nutjobs making trouble. And even though he was pretty content just a second ago, knowing people are still out there looting and rioting makes his blood boil until he can barely stand being in his own skin. He wants to get out there and bust some heads. Now.

There's a flash of teeth as he digs the stick into the hot coals a little more violently than necessary. It loosens a smoldering log, collapsing the flaming pile in a burst of firefly pieces of ash.

Getting mad, thinking about going back out there and putting the beat-down on more dumb thugs is easier than thinking about the real issue here. Because that... that's the proverbial can of worms. A livewire bundle of emotions he still hasn't been able to make sense of after so many months. It's just been long cycles of avoidance until he gets their presence forced down his throat again. Over and over.

All he knows is it just doesn't feel right. Every time he thinks of them being out there, there's a tight, hot feeling in his stomach that just makes him want to hurt something. He just doesn't want anything to do with them if he can avoid it. So he decides not to answer with anything more than brooding silence.

[bindsthedead]

Can it be any worse than it already is? [Sabriel's focus isn't on her conversation though. Several gang members have already found their feet mysteriously attached to the ground- and Sabriel's fingers haven't stopped moving, drawing out more marks and directing them towards more gang members- though not quickly enough to stop one from charging at her with a club.

Sabriel parries, knocking the weapon out of the gangster's hand- and knocks him to the ground with the flat of her blade and a rush of adrenaline.]

[shorttempered]

[Stares at the ground.] Yeah, me too. But I know there's a lot of other heroes out there, and we need to have faith they're also helping.

No, nothing like that, but I've caused my fair share of accidental damage. [Shakes his head a little bit and looks up.] We should keep moving. You wouldn't happen to have superhearing, would you?

[alpha_squad_leader]

I'm worried about them too. [He nods.] You're right though.

{Vic nods and lets it go. When asked about super hearing, he shakes his head.] Sorry, no.

[shorttempered]

Nah, man, just reflex. Usually people don't creep up on me unless they're trying to take me out [Isn't judging or even mad, just saying].

[Spins and punches a looter trying to prove his point.] Like that.

[shorttempered]

Then we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way. Hopefully there aren't that many trapped...

[alpha_squad_leader]

Looks that way. [He stretches slightly.] Let's get to work then.

[cantbewalled]

[Still busy punching and kick people--and wishing he really had a damn gun right now--Prussia only takes long enough to look over the kid with the bright suit and the mask. He snorts out loud--only a little bit of mocking.]

Another superhero? It's like America threw up in here with all of you around! [Because you're more definitely not any kind of Asian superhero.] At least you can throw a punch.

[michaeljangelo]

[To say that Mike is surprised that Leo actually took his not-so-subtly-set-bait would be one heck of an understatement. And the momentary wide-eyed stare of shock that comes when Leo turns on him is no act. The shock is real.

As is the fact that he instantly zones out and misses everything Leo says post saying Mike's own name. It's not a matter of disrespect, quite the opposite, Mike shifts his focus so as to have a better grip on his surroundings for what he thinks is going to be one heck of a physical lash-out.

...

And then Leo falls over, tripping on his own footwrappings.

Mike's thoughts, once he has them, form quickly in this order:

- Huh. I did not see that coming.
- Though, honestly...that's one of the reasons we stopped wrapping our feet that way.
- Holy crap. Leo just fell. HE JUST FELL!
- You know, a smart guy would use a diversion just like this one to get the heck out of dodge. Maybe go find Raph and bring him home.
- ...
- NOW WOULD BE BETTER THAN LATER, MIKE!

Mike seeks out Korra's attention, and then shoots her a See? look.]

You know what? I'm gonna go...I'll just go and...uh...be right back. With something. Yes. I'm going to go get something and I'll be right back.

[Mike edges into the kitchen further, but before he exits out the window, he leans through the door again.]

Totally soak those feet before you try and remove the wrappings. Like, trust me on this. The soak.

[He then zips out of the kitchen, disappearing out the window yet again.]

SPLIT-OFF POINT FOR RAPH AND BIG MIKE

[seriouslytwisted]

[Without even really thinking, Raphael's feet carried him up to the palace, past it, to the turtle's head. As close as he could get before that ebb and flow of calm began to pull him back down, slowed him from the dead sprint of before to a jog, then a walk. Finally he just sits; folds his legs and sits down, leans forward, rests his elbows on his knees.

His head buzzed on the way up, but now the turtle's influence has slowed everything to discernible thought.

Mikey's hurt and it's my fault.

Again.

No matter how serene the turtle is, that thought circles around again and again, drowning out everything else. Raphael had needed to escape that situation, before he hurt someone, before he hurt himself; running himself ragged was good enough, and even now he pants for breath, shaking and sweating.

He remembers his talk with Santo, how Santo had lost a teammate. A friend. That his friend had died in his arms, and what is Raphael supposed to do about that? Mikey could've died in his arms if he'd been just a little weaker, if that house had been a little heavier. Hell, if the thing had collapsed wrong.

Then there's the issue of his anger...but it's so big and insurmountable. Raphael doesn't even know where to start; he hadn't even considered it to be a problem until a few months ago, when it finally started proving a problem for the team.

He slips into almost a meditative state, but mostly it's just his guilt and anger and self-loathing swirling around in his head, despite Tu Vishan's attempts to direct him elsewhere. It's keeping him from breaking his hand on a nearby tree trunk though.]

I could have sworn I posted this and it got eaten somewhere...

[alphatar]

[That fall was unexpected since Korra completely bought that Leo was fine and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Having seen Leo be incredibly coordinated and nimble in every other instance really drove home that he had to be in pretty bad shape. Mike’s look is met with a lip bite of concern.]

Totally not. [Agreeing with Mikey's statement Korra also walked over and kneeled down in front of Leo. With a flick of her fingers, water came from the faucet to her hand.] You shouldn't lie about your injuries. [Her admonishment wasn’t harsh at all, in fact is said with a smile.]

Just don’t get hurt while you’re out there! [She hollered after Mike’s head vanishes in the direction of the window. Actually she was kind of impressed he knew to soak them before doing anything else. Following the same method she did for healing Mikey, the water began to glow and it enveloped the foot Leo had been holding by the ankle.]

At least you didn’t have the chance to lie to me. [Korra flashed Mikey a grin. Because seriously, thanks Mikey. Korra’s tired of those kinds of shenanigans.]

[flamingshortshorts]

[Toro swoops down with a hand outstretched, free of flames to pick Bucky up. He'll carr Bucky with him to the upper floors of the treehouse.]

Come on, we'll get there faster this way.

[apologiesmyking]

[Someone else who is familiar with Atlantis? There are many here indeed. He wonders what kind of Atlantis she is used to in her world.] It is a common technique in my world, but I have seen for myself how different Atlantis can be depending on its origins.

Surface agriculture is not something I am as familiar with, but I believe the damage is minor. [Most of the plants do not look severely harmed or even badly waterlogged from their efforts.]

Eaten by the DW monsters!

[sureisaguy]

[ Mikey's honestly too innocent to lie most of the time. He tries, but he's really, really bad at it. So naturally he takes Mike at his word, and grins back at Korra.

BY THE WAY KORRA YOU'RE HIS NEW FAVORITE PEOPLE WHETHER YOU WANT TO BE OR NOT.

The smile's short-lived though as he turns back to Leo, biting his lip. ]

Seriously, bro. Splinter would totally kick your butt if he knew. You know we're not supposed to lie about that stuff.