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tushanshu_logs2013-05-20 05:12 pm
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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † alcuin nó delaunay,
- † amelia wil tesla sailune,
- † amon,
- † arthur,
- † arthur curry,
- † assorted characters,
- † carol danvers,
- † finnick odair,
- † jack frost,
- † james buchanan barnes,
- † jason bourne,
- † javert,
- † johan gustav dååhd,
- † kaldur'ahm,
- † king richard,
- † korra,
- † leonardo (2003),
- † leonardo (2012),
- † livewire,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † mark grayson,
- † peter parker (animated),
- † prussia,
- † tazendra,
- † toro raymond,
- † una persson,
- † victor borkowski,
- † wally west,
- † zelgadis greywords
Event | Satellite | Crash Landing
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.
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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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.
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"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!"
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There's something to do, and that means that he can focus on that. He takes a few deep breaths and manages to push his emotions aside for the moment. "Is there anything we can do to help with the rubble, or will it be better to focus on healing?"
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Sabriel gave him her best attempt at a reassuring smile. "I'll help you with some of the healing."
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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?"
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His home was obviously a loss. There wasn't much that could be done there, except try to retrieve what they could from the wreckage. And it could have been him, it had been so close.
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It was clear the young man was in shock. "You need to sit down. Maybe something to drink."
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Cinna said practically. He wasn't letting Alcuin go back in, his grip firm around the young man's delicate wrist.
"There's nothing you can do until it's stable, Alcuin. Come away for now and we'll come back for your books together in a few hours. I promise."
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"We should help. There must be people who weren't so lucky..." He had been in his sitting room, near the door to the house when he heard the crash. He'd been able to run, but others might be trapped or injured.
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"Of course. I'm fine. I wasn't even touched," he said. There are rescuers coming now, racing fast toward them. "See? We'd just be in the way."
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Still, it didn't feel right to sit by and watch when he knew he could do some healing, at least. But would he be able to concentrate enough to use the Charter marks he needed? He should take some time to calm down. He was still shaking, he realized. "I- I think I need to sit down."
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"Come over here," Cinna said, drawing him over to a bench that had miraculously survived. "Catch your breath for a bit."
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He kept a hand on Alcuin's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.
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"I hope not, too. Is there a way to ask?"