The Twenty-Seventh Act

[frenzied_ballad]

[Voice]

[shallow breathing can be heard followed by wheezing with the effort to move]

Luh-Luc--

[sound of rubble falling from the ceiling as the transmission times out]

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((Currently trapped under a good amount of rubble in his apartment on Marshall Street.))

Comments

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[bringmyhorizon]

Re: 1/2

[bringmyhorizon]

If it's not you it's your wife.

Where are you?

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

Outside...room. Lad helped me.

Where is Lucy?

Voice

[bringmyhorizon]

[strained]

I couldn't tell you.

Try not to move, I'm finidin' my way now.

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

Don't c-care...help Lucy--

[gasps in pain, falling to the ground as he tries to get to his feet]

Voice

[bringmyhorizon]

She's goin' t' need a lot more 'elp than she already does if you die on 'er.

[pause, and the sound of a grunt and then an inhumane groan]

...I need a floor, mate.

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

[seething in pain] Room...113.

[log]

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[making his way into the building. a few moments and a chimera later, he's pulling the fallen debris away and working fast. once he's removed enough of it, he grabs Sweeney under the arm and lifts]

Come now, on your feet.

[log]

[frenzied_ballad]

Ribs hur--AAAH! [writhes in Jack's arms, seething]

[log]

[bringmyhorizon]

[grinding his teeth, but he doesn't release his arm]

Sorry mate, but unless you want t' be crushed an' possibly eaten alive, you're goin' t' have t' bear it for now.

[log]

[frenzied_ballad]

[breathing shallowly] F-fine.

[deep breath as he gathers his strength, trying to stand on his own]

[log]

[bringmyhorizon]

[hoists him to his feet, only giving him a moment or two to steady himself before he's pulling him back towards the exit, none too gentle because, hey, there are chimeras and one can only do so much with a sword.]