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[bindsthedead]

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.]

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Around Town

[silberfuchs]

A day later and Jet's fever has decreased somewhat, but not quite enough to travel. It leaves them in a precarious position, the remains of the yellow house far too exposed for proper cover, though what's intact of the walls does offer some protection from sight at least. Despite that, they'd been attacked by dogs once already, Albert having had to lead them off while fighting. Three of them followed the cyborg and one went down eventually, falling prey to sharpened shovel and heavy crowbar. The German came out only a little worse for the wear, teeth scuffs on his metallic arms and a few tears in his pant legs. The other two had fled and left Albert and his charge for a few hours.

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.

Orchard

[seestheman]

Clara didn't know what exactly had brought her here. Maybe it was that, despite the fact that the last time she had been here she had ended up being chased by a hungry spider, she knew that Alex might come here to search for her. Or maybe it was because some part of her thought that her sudden case of jitters and over-alertness was the effect of not having eaten much mixed with the heat, and eating some fruit might help with that.

Whatever it was that had brought her here, it definitely wasn't the teenager doing...something to the fruit. Clara tried her hardest to walk around the trees silently to find some fruit. That plan went completely pear shaped when she stepped on a branch that let out a fairly loud crack as it snapped. Clara gave the girl an apologetic look before glancing towards the treetops out of fear that she's lured a spider down again. Once she's mostly certain that they're in the clear, she releases a breath. "Sorry about that."