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thearena2014-06-02 10:13 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in thearena2014-06-02 10:13 pm
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Who| Sabriel and OPEN
What| Sabriel's gotten her powers back, and is putting them to good use.
Where| The Orchard, around town, wherever she and Starkiller have set up camp.
When| during Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence, discussions of same.
Orchard
[Sabriel pulled another fruit of the tree, setting it down in a small pile on top of her jacket- she'd stripped down to just her tank top in the heat, and had used it to carry supplies.
Her crowbar and pipe lay in easy reach, and Sabriel was actually singing softly as she traced out the marks for the purification spell over the fruit before pulling out a funnel she'd salvaged from one of the derelict kitchens and put it over the bottle her water rations had arrived in.
Sweat beaded on her skin, but reaching into the Charter felt pleasantly cool as she plucked two symbols from the flow and let them trickle down into her fingertips, tracing them out and watching as water condensed along the symbols before dropping into the funnel.
Sometimes the most useful spells were the smallest, she mused.]
[Around town]
[Even at night, things were muggy. Still, it was at dusk that Sabriel began to rummage through the rotting ruins. Charter magic could accomplish many things, but using it constantly was draining. Better to find what tools she could now, while people were either hiding in the theater.
Hopefully, she wouldn't run into monsters or hostile tributes as she picked through the rubble, occasionally grabbing things that seemed they might be of some use- a kitchen knife, a funnel, a few rags- and a miraculously intact glass bottle that made her shake with relieved laughter when she found it before scrambling to her feet and grabbing her crowbar and cursed under her breath.
Some of the dogs had spotted her.]
[Healing Starkiller]
[Diamonds of protection weren't exactly subtle- lines of golden flame tended to stand out, particularly without the fog- but it was impossible for anything outside to pass the flames, as a charred Walker corpse and the remains of several bugs and spiders attested.
Still, if it wasn't any cooler inside the diamond, it at least wasn't any warmer- and it was one of the few places she felt comfortable dropping her guard enough to focus solely on a single thing, rather than keep some small portion of her attention on her surroundings, watching for an attack. And she'd need her complete focus for what she was about to suggest, over a meal of purified fruit, hot dog buns, and sticky candy.]
Your injury isn't getting any better- I think I ought to heal it now, before it gets any worse, or they take away my magic again.
[Starkiller was an ally, possibly a friend, and the idea of him dying in a way she could prevent- or simply abandoning him- left a bad taste in her mouth.]
What| Sabriel's gotten her powers back, and is putting them to good use.
Where| The Orchard, around town, wherever she and Starkiller have set up camp.
When| during Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence, discussions of same.
Orchard
[Sabriel pulled another fruit of the tree, setting it down in a small pile on top of her jacket- she'd stripped down to just her tank top in the heat, and had used it to carry supplies.
Her crowbar and pipe lay in easy reach, and Sabriel was actually singing softly as she traced out the marks for the purification spell over the fruit before pulling out a funnel she'd salvaged from one of the derelict kitchens and put it over the bottle her water rations had arrived in.
Sweat beaded on her skin, but reaching into the Charter felt pleasantly cool as she plucked two symbols from the flow and let them trickle down into her fingertips, tracing them out and watching as water condensed along the symbols before dropping into the funnel.
Sometimes the most useful spells were the smallest, she mused.]
[Around town]
[Even at night, things were muggy. Still, it was at dusk that Sabriel began to rummage through the rotting ruins. Charter magic could accomplish many things, but using it constantly was draining. Better to find what tools she could now, while people were either hiding in the theater.
Hopefully, she wouldn't run into monsters or hostile tributes as she picked through the rubble, occasionally grabbing things that seemed they might be of some use- a kitchen knife, a funnel, a few rags- and a miraculously intact glass bottle that made her shake with relieved laughter when she found it before scrambling to her feet and grabbing her crowbar and cursed under her breath.
Some of the dogs had spotted her.]
[Healing Starkiller]
[Diamonds of protection weren't exactly subtle- lines of golden flame tended to stand out, particularly without the fog- but it was impossible for anything outside to pass the flames, as a charred Walker corpse and the remains of several bugs and spiders attested.
Still, if it wasn't any cooler inside the diamond, it at least wasn't any warmer- and it was one of the few places she felt comfortable dropping her guard enough to focus solely on a single thing, rather than keep some small portion of her attention on her surroundings, watching for an attack. And she'd need her complete focus for what she was about to suggest, over a meal of purified fruit, hot dog buns, and sticky candy.]
Your injury isn't getting any better- I think I ought to heal it now, before it gets any worse, or they take away my magic again.
[Starkiller was an ally, possibly a friend, and the idea of him dying in a way she could prevent- or simply abandoning him- left a bad taste in her mouth.]
Around Town
Of course, now they're back in numbers.
Technically it's lucky that they spotted the slight, dark-haired girl a few yards down the street instead of surrounding the house he's hiding Jet in until the blond is well enough to move. He could easily let them have her and hope they walked away sated. He very nearly does. It would be the logical thing, the safe thing. What the Capitol wants to see.
But it wouldn't be the right thing.
Shovel in hand and crowbar tucked into his belt, Albert circles around quietly behind one of the dogs growling and stalking the girl. They can't smell him; he has no scent really, nothing like a living person anyway given that all that's left of his organics is his brain and nervous system. He uses it to his advantage and strikes suddenly and powerfully, a sharp yelp the only thing that makes it out of the beast before the sharpened edge of Albert's shovel bites into its neck like an axe.
Suddenly the dark-haired girl doesn't have all of the attention.
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"Anet, Calew, Ferhan!" One of the spell-blades misses, but of the three that have ignored Albert and gone after Sabriel, one has died instantly with a hole it it's head, and the other is on the ground and dying slowly from a chest wound as she suppresses her death-sense as much as she can.
The last one yelps and tries to get away. Sabriel swings the crowbar, and feels the dog's skull cave in.
"Need help?" she shouts to her rescuer as she moves forward, pulling more marks out of the Charter and letting them gather on her tongue, waiting to be unleashed.
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"What was that?" He doesn't seem to have heard her over the sounds of the fight.
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He didn't seem to need healing- in fact he seemed strangely unhurt, but she couldn't sense any Free Magic about him- and he definitely wasn't Dead.
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"Are you alright? Any injuries?"
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He's tried to keep an open mind since Mocawa. He's seen some incredible things, after all, but every time someone speaks of magic as if it's a usual thing his brain still hiccups and he has to remind himself that magic is just science that doesn't have an explanation yet. Even so, he'll take the science he does know works.
"A close friend, yes. Is there aspirin in your kit? Anything that says it reduces fever." Despite being willing to take or trade for the drugs, Albert still remains poised between the girl and the ruined house. You can never be too careful.
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His heart sinks a little when she asks about water, though, thinking she needs some for herself. He only has a day's ration left and isn't sure he can spare it, but for something as precious as these pills he'll trade what's left of his share. Hopefully the weather will change back soon and they'll be able to find water to replace it. "Thank you, Fräulein. If you need water, I have a little to spare in return for these. It's enough for a half-day, anyway."
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"I wondered if you- or whoever has a fever- needed some." She might not have much medical training, Sabriel knew that fevers and dehydration were a bad combination.
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Well, that changes things. He produces the plastic pitcher he'd scavenged early in the arena, unlacing the handle of it from his belt to hand to her. "Are you sure there's nothing I can help you with in return?"
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"Here, take this. It's about a day and a half worth, but it could stretch to three if you're careful, Miss...?" It dawns on him that they never actually introduced themselves.
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"And thank you. I'll make it last as long as I can." There was a limit to how much fruit she could purify, and she didn't know how long she could make it last. Better to have something she knew wasn't likely to spoil soon.
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She's so young...
"Be careful, Fräulein." You shouldn't be faced with this. None of us should.