thearena | Some saves the day

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Some saves the day

Who| Pruna, Sandy and Some
What| The volcano goes off, Some is a hero
Where| Third floor
When| Wednesday of week 3
Warnings/Notes| Volcanoes, fire, liquid nitrogen, burns, angry small hurt murder children

It hadn't taken Pruna long to find the screen that sometimes showed where other tributes were. And so she was there now, on her tiptoes studying it before it went back to the people who wanted gold.

She could see the dots that were her and Pruna, and one or two more dots on this floor but none close enough to be of danger yet. She grinned and pointed to the screen about to explain to Sandy how they could sneak up on one of them, when a rumbling interrupted her. The ground began to shake violently.

She looked around, worried. "What do that be being?"

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Up. It had to be up. There had to be something safer, higher. He held tight to both girls, shouting as the fluid burned right through his fur, and took them to the top floor. They appeared in the midst of a cluster of mannequins, and Some stumbled against one, grabbing it to try to stay upright. The fluid was still scalding at him, and he keened, trying to scrape it off his shoulders against a wax statute without dislodging his passengers.

The burning rain stopped and Pruna realised that they had teleported again. She opened her eyes and removed her arms from over her head, they were blistered and burning. She saw what Some was doing and leaned over as much as she could without falling off to scrape her arms on a statue. "We do be needing to be finding water."

"Water?"

Of course! The idea slammed into Sandy's head being the least injured at least in the case of the burning liquid that still sizzled on her stone. She cast a glance around the room they had landed in through the holes of the mask.

A drinking fountain!

"HERE!" She lunged off Some with some difficulty, dislodging herself from his arms using her mask enhanced strength and raced for the fountain crossing the floor in seconds. She swung her crow bar screaming at it and buried the heavy iron tool in the fountain's side.

A grunt and a twist and she had wrenched it from the wall, twisting the pipe with the unexpected force and sending water splattering everywhere.

Now Some just had to get over to the broken pipe.

He stumbled as he followed Sandy, tracking blood from burnt forefeet. His hindfeet had, at least, managed to escape unscathed. "What- what is it?" he gasped, struggling not to drop Pruna before he reached the water. When he did, he sank to his knees, turning as he did to make sure the spray hit her first.

The water sprayed all over her and though it didn't really do much for the cold it lessened the pain and for a moment Pruna just sat there, slumped in the spray.

"I do no be knowing." She shivered miserably, looking at her hand, which had started to blister.

"Me neither." Sandy confessed trying to use her stone hands to aim the spray of water to help wash over her girlfriend and their hero. "Another Capitol Trap. Someone's laughing at us right now."

Fur sloughed off in hunks from Some's shoulders and the parts of his back that had been exposed, and he hissed as the cold water hit the burns beneath. And then startled upright in panic, reaching behind himself to pat and feel frantically at the scars on his back. "Did they get- froze? My marks! Are they still clear?!" They were, but with the burns on his hands, he couldn't tell.

"I will be making them be eating their tongues." Pruna said angrily. She rolled into the water and stood up, going to check on Some's marks.

"They do be being there still. I can be seeing them." Her voice sounded distant, she had retreated to the emptiness to deal with the pain.

"Yeah your...whatever they are, they're good." Mostly, she couldn't tell from this far away. And it's not like she knew what they were supposed to be like.

"Are your hands OK? Can you still use them?" She added.

He had to force himself to slow down, tracing the lines more carefully, finding the least-burnt hand to do so. "I have plenty of hands..." His shoulders slumped in relief. "Oh, stones, thank you." There were burns close, one nasty streak across a shoulder that came dangerously near Family but none of the precious lines were marred. He exhaled, shaking, and turned his attention to the girls. Careful, he reached for Pruna's shoulder to check her over.

"I am sorry, I did not get us out of there faster."

Pruna's back was a bit of a mess, her onesie in tatters and blisters starting to form from the burns. Her hands were burned as well but for the most part her neck and face had been left undamaged, she had curled up fast enough.

"It do be being okay, we did no be knowing it would be happening."

Edited 2014-03-02 10:51 (UTC)

"I'm starting to feel guilty about stone skin now." Sandy remarked coming over to inspect Pruna's back and make sure the girl wasn't going to have to stay in the emptiness for the rest of the arena.

"The important thing is you got us out of there. Thank you."

"That is what I'm for." He touched Pruna's jaw, tipping her face up to make sure her eyes were fine. Once he'd seen that they were, and that her injuries were painful but not threatening, he gave Sandy the same examination, frowning in confusion over her stone-ness.

Pruna let him check her and then opened the bag, which now had a few holes in it, to find the first aid kit.

She rumaged through it before she found some gel. She opened it to sniff it. "This might be helping."

Sandy let the examination continue and checked inside the bag as Pruna fished out the gel. "We're down to three masks after this. We should make sure to grab some more if we find them."

Somewhere between hiding under the orange cape and the most recent telaportation she had used another mask for herself and now it was firmly clamped on her face for the next eight minutes. A poor since of time had already lost track of how long Some had been wearing his.

The mask itself was a colorful thing with a bird beak. She hadn't really been paying attention at the time but now that she knew it was going to rip more off her face she was wondering if she should have tolerated the burns like Pruna and some.

Oh well it had allowed for her to smash up the drinking fountain. That was useful.

He wasn't about to take his off, not yet. Not until he was sure the volcano was not going to get worse. But he made sure to rinse it, too, making sure none of the hurtful fluid was on it. And then he was just going to lie in the flow for a moment, cradling his forefeet against his lower chest. "Sandy... your skin. Are you all right?"

Pruna dipped her fingers in the gel, it was cool and felt good on her burned fingers. She took out a blob of it and smeared it on Some's shoulders. She didn't even think to ask first.

She opened another first aid kit, glad that they had been sent more than one, and threw another tub of gel at Sandy, still rubbing the gel on Some's back with her other hand.

"Huh?"

She fumbled the tub a few times before catching it and looking pleased with herself.

"Oh my skin...yeah it's OK. This is just my power." She tapped her arm and the sound of two stones clicking together was achieved.

"I won't be able to rub this stuff on my burns till the timer on the mask runs out." And then she'd just want to rub it all over her face.

The gel felt good on Some's burns, cool, and for a moment he leaned into the rubbing, a moment of a purr resonating in his lower chest. "Stones, thank you, Pruna. Where did you get this?"

"It did be being in the first aid kit." She told him, looking at Sandy, "How long do you be having left?" She began digging out bandages, they were running out of those, but Sandy would need them when the mask came off, so would Some.

She continued rubbing gel on Some's back, finding the worst burns first.

"I dunno." Sandy confessed with a sigh and sitting down on the floor feeling heavy despite how energetic she was. In a fit of anger she swung her stone fist into the wall and cracked the panel she struck.

"You're gonna wanna brace yourself, when the mask comes off it has like...hooks. They dig into your face." She warned Some.

He nodded, grimacing. "I know. This is my second." The first time had taken two days to stop bleeding off and on.

"I tried to teleport out of the building the first time. It flung me halfway across the fourth floor, as the hooks struck. That is why I did not go far enough, this time," he explained, still guilty about that. "I don't kn-know what would have happened if I'd struck a barrier carrying you two."

Pruna blinked at Sandy's anger, it was usually her losing her temper, not Sandy.

"You did be trying to get out?" She wasn't surprised it didn't work, though it was disappointing, that he couldn't escape even with his powers.

"Yeah, they don't really like that sort of thing. Usually there's some kind of invisible wall or...you know. Acid ocean." Referencing the last arena.

"What else can you do? Teleporting, and climbing walls and stuff?" Maybe there was something else he could do for them before it wore off.

"I haven't been able to teleport before here..." He let one hand wander back, spreading across his marks, gingerly almost-touching a burn that had come dangerously close. "So I had to find out if their walls worked to stop it." He was still bruised from the attempt, though not in body. "It is my only magic, though. The rest is just being a grue. Climbing is just good fingers and long arms."

Is this okay?

yup

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It just occured to me I meant to write she put on a mask while under the cape and I totally forgot.

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