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

[backwordscompatible]

No arguments here.

[She remained in her collapsed position on the ground, smiling weakly at him. Even with the gentle gesture, she knew she must've looked a mess. Her skin felt grimy from the soot and sweat, and her hair was a mess.]

[At the sniffles, her eyes lowered to the child. The one they'd saved. He crawled into Jack's lap, still terrified even in the aftermath of it all.]

Just let him cry, Jack. I'd cry too, if I were in his position.

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack rubs the child's back soothingly, letting the boy hide his face in his hoodie's shoulder. ]

He can, but he's no less brave for it. You're both brave.

[backwordscompatible]

Never said he wasn't.

And that makes three of us.

[Seeing Jack had things under control--somewhat, she finally allows herself to lean back, resting the majority of her upper body weight on her hands as she tilted her head up, eyes clothes. The spell had managed to clear the smoke from her lungs, but the vertigo had not completely faded just yet. Deep breaths. In. Out.]

We should probably find a safe house to bring him too. [Preferably with his family, but she was afraid to assume anything.]

[seriouslytwisted]

No- well yeah, that's happened too, but-

[Raph clenches his fists on his knees, frustrated.] I know I'm doing something dumb, but I do it anyway because- because I'm so angry or- or because I just want to-!

[But he's not messed up, all right, he's fucking not. He's an angry guy and he's got a goddamn right to be, and Splinter might have warned him against it but he was just talking about keeping cool during battle so the enemy can't use his anger against him. It has no bearing in his day-to-day life.

Right?]

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike sees Raph's fists clench in his peripheral vision, and so he turns slightly in order to keep those hands in better view. It's not always easy to tell what Raph's going to do by looking at his eyes, but keep watch of his hands and you can always stay one punch ahead.]

I'm not here to judge, Raph. You don't have to defend yourself to me.

[meanandgreen]

"Leo!"

He can't get there fast enough, his feet skidding for purchase in the lose dirt. Leo's hurt. Leo's dying, for all he knows. His heart is pounding out of his chest.

That moment of deathly silence is filled with a blur of white-hot terror. Leo's dead. That thing killed his brother. Now he's alone. It's selfish but fuck, don't leave him alone!

What the shell was that thing!?

Raph falls to his knees at his brother's side, their argument forgotten. He grips his shoulders, pulls him up, cradles him against his chest. He has to see his brother's face. He has to be okay.

"Come on... Talk to me, bro. You gotta be okay."

At least he's groaning. Groaning is good. It's better than nothing, right? Yeah, better than nothing. His hands are shaking, his eyes blurring with panicked tears. He has to get him somewhere safe. Has to figure out what the heck is going on around here. Nobody hurts his brother and gets away with it. He'll make them pay.

[duelkatana]

He lefts himself be lifted into his brother's arms, his head limply rolling into Raph's chest. Leo is blinking rapidly, like someone just turned a bright light in his face and he can't make sense of all the spots, like he's been struck entirely stupid by whatever it was that slammed into him.

The muscles in his throat convulse as he chokes something unintelligible out, bites his tongue, enamel slicing into flesh and drawing warm blood. His fingers grip his brother's bicep with bone-splintering ferocity. For a heartbeat, he's nothing more than a frozen deer in headlights. Then suddenly his heels start kicking out against the ground, grappling for a hold in the soft dust, his spine arching as far as the shell will allow; pushing himself away like he's trying to struggle out of Raphael's arms.

He may have been as silent as a corpse moments ago, but now he's like a caged animal, a panicked beast. Trying to escape.

His gaze turns on his brother, pupils wide and dilated behind the mask. The tendons in his neck jut out from beneath his sweaty skin with every harried word. "Raph, geh...gehht...awa -"

His jaw snaps shut with an audible click, head wrenching to the side. Then he peers back up with a vicious snarl, forcibly yanks himself away from Raph's grip, rolls onto his knees with perfect capability. "Get...my swords!"

[imaginate]

[Kyle's been focusing on the fires rather than the thieves. There's enough vigilantes to handle that end of the problem. So it's curiosity that draws him to Traci - because that looks like magic - and right now they needed magic users.]

Hey, need a hand?

[apologiesmyking]

[Aquaman? Then she is from a world similar to his own.]

Yes, I am more than familiar. He is my king.

[urbanmagic]

I'm good! [She calls out before she actually turns to look at him. Pausing when she takes a good look at the colors and the uniform and-- Oh.]

Whoa, a Green Lantern! This place keeps getting more and more surprising each day.

[imaginate]

The cool one, atcher service.

[A small salute.]

You're from our world then?

[urbanmagic]

Rather modest, aren't you? [Well, can't say she's not relieved to see him though.]

Unless you're from another universe with the corps present. [Once she's certain that there's no way they can escape, she faces him fully.] Call me Traci. Pleased to meet you, even with the dire circumstances.

[imaginate]

Kyle. Or 'good sir knight', if you're in that mood. [He's teasing, mostly. She could put him through a wall if she wanted to. Most of the ladies he knows can.] Nice to meet you Traci. You a magician?

[urbanmagic]

Good Sir Knight. [She repeats, and well-- okay it's an improvement from Swagger Master so she humors him.]

That's one way to put it. [Mage, magician, semantics. She sobers up though, remembering the situation.] I haven't been too far from this area. How much damage has there been in this place?

[imaginate]

[negl he puffs up a little with pride at that.]

More than there should be. [A little grim, because Business.] There's too many fires. You should find somewhere to rest up.

[urbanmagic]

There's a hole in my new wall and the breeze isn't very welcome. I'm too gungho to rest now when I've just started.

Need a helping hand?

[imaginate]

[Gently:] I mean your magic. Your powers would have been affected, reduced from what you're used to.

[And magic comes from within, just like his ring, which means exhaustion is a huge problem.]

We could use more help.

[urbanmagic]

[The problem there, unfortunately, is the source of the magic.]

My magic comes from the city. The worse the state of the place is, the harder it is for me to draw it. [Not that she can't, with the Staff of Arion helping her for spells that she doesn't need the energy of the city of, but it was still much easier to rely on what she's grown up with.]

I'd rather help fix it now while I still can than wait it out and be less useful later if the situation gets worse.

[imaginate]

[He nods.]

Alright then.

[Rings up a construct of Keeliai, showing her the affected areas.]

Damage is extensive [he points] here, and here. Fires [points to a different part of the map] here.

[urbanmagic]

[Damage reminds her of how the kedan shooed her away when she tried to help, so she suspects a second round of seeing her when they insist that they can handle it might just get them mad. Which leaves--]

If you can help me get to the fires, I can make it rain.

[imaginate]

If you can make it rain, I can spread it further.

[So it's a date!! He hovers up a little higher, expecting her to follow him.]

[urbanmagic]

[... Right.] I don't [can't] fly.

[imaginate]

[Here's a green skateboard for you Traci, and it flies! Kyle gestures to it for her to get on.]

[urbanmagic]

[Considering the state of the city, she doubts she's going to have much juice to fix it up completely. The issues with drawing magic from something that's currently being attacked.]

I can certainly try. Can't say I've ever actually done it before though, but I think I can manage to keep them stable enough for a while until constructions are underway.

[urbanmagic]

[Sweet. She has no complaints about boarding that skateboard, definitely and does so immediately.]