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[beyondxtime]

Who: Drake, Nicki and OPEN
What: Fire control, first on the scene
Where: Zero
Warnings: Fire, some serious upset

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[bybloodandhonor]

"Move!" Tirion shouted, as he came down the stairwell to the landing of Level Zero as fast as he could, intending to throw his weight at the door to open it.

[beyondxtime]

The second Tirion knocked the door open, Nicki was gone in a blur, right down into the smoke that curled around in his wake. He could get there before them, this wouldn’t end in fire.

He stopped a few feet from the cell, stumbling back and putting his arm up to shield himself from the sudden heat, he couldn’t see anything but fire in smoke. He only delayed long enough to see what was happening, before he went to the bars. There was too much heat, too much fire, the door had to be compromised. His hands sizzled as soon as they touched the metal, burnt and melted the longer he kept them on.

For all his strength, and all the fire, the bars wouldn’t give, the door wouldn’t open, and Nicki kept trying. Prying his hands off, he kicked, and rammed the door, his hands going back to try again until the bone showed through.

[t_x_unit]

"This isn't helping our mission..."

The blonde guard spoke her words with a level of passive attitude bordering on the disembodied, for the machine knew perfectly well what the stress tolerances were. She had re-entered the room, however, with a fire extinguisher. The whole reason for her recently brief departure.

"Opening the cell door will require a key."

With that, the nozzle unleashed a deluge of contents over what had started to burn, inside.

[beyondxtime]

Nicki yelped and jumped away. What in the name of GOD was that? Arthas was on fire, his hands were melting, and now a robot was spraying white foam on everything. He really, really, could hate this place at times.

“His warden has to open it!” he yelled, shielding his face from the bizarre foam

[Drake!]

[beyondxtime]

[After Tirion throws him out, but I lost Ran! <3]

He resisted Tirion tossing him out of Arthas' cell, of course, but he was loosing strength. He hadn’t ate yet that day, and any energy he had was trying to heal his hands. He was in the process of dragging himself up to fight him off Arthas’ body, when he realized the smoke was clearing, and with it the screaming noises in his head. The scene suddenly focused again, albeit in a red haze. Drake was still there, stuck in his cell.
Nicki ground his teeth, knowing he didn’t have the strength to stop the bigger man, and crawled over to Drake‘s cell, swallowing hard “Are you alright?”

Re: [Drake!]

[flashy_magic]

Drake wasn't alright. He'd curled up in the corner of his cell to et away frim the sight, but the smell of burning human flesh filled his nose, and the sound of panic, his face red and streaked with tears. Drake didn't cry frequently. He wasn't that sort. However, having someone light themselves on fire and burn themselves to death while he was right there and unable to do anything, someone he liked no less, did it.

"Why'd you tell him not to bring him back? I want him back."

[beyondxtime]

Nicki dropped his head to lean against the bars, his hands resting on their backs limply,
"Whatever horrors made him walk.." he coughed alittle, "..Walk into that fire, they'll start anew when he comes back." Nicki was just limp now, he looked like a rag doll, unmoving except his lips. he spoke quietly, and even, as if in a daze, but understanding all the while of the poor boy inthe cell
"It will always be there, every moment, every blink. There isn’t any pity or redemption in that"

[flashy_magic]

Drake moved closer to where Nicki was so they could talk easier, since the smoke was heavy enough to make his throat feel a bit raw. Or maybe it was the crying, he couldn't tell.

"Tirion can fix him. He's got that sword. Do whatever made him like he was before all over again, and he'll be back to normal. He was fine before he got his soul back."

[gingerspeedster]

Immediately after reading Drake's post, Wally is down in Zero, unlocking the door to Drake's cell. He does all of this at superspeed, of course, despite his civilian clothes. He stands in the doorway, making cursory observations about his inmate's physical state.

"Are you hurt?"

[flashy_magic]

Drake shook his head. He looked paler than usual, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was bothered by the scent of overcooked Arthas that still hung in the air, but he was uninjured. "I felt how hot the wall was getting so I stayed back. The fire didn't really spread." Probably because the walls were metal, not exactly something that fire would spread through.

[gingerspeedster]

That was something, at least. One less thing to worry about. "Come on," he offered, "let's get you out of here." Nobody deserved to be locked in a cell next to where their friend just committed suicide. Especially not when it smelled this bad.

[flashy_magic]

Drake got to his feet, quickly walking out of the cell, eager to get out of this place. He waved to Nicki as he headed toward the stairs. "Can we go to the pub?" He needed a drink. Bad.

[peektuttut]

Seeing Arthas' post had been...hard. Watching someone do that to himself, well. Tim's repertoire of experiences wasn't quite that huge. There had been some horrified watching, but then he'd headed for zero. Others had gotten there first, but he could smell it. It was the first thing he noticed, before his brain even processed everything there was to see.

Once it had, the first thing he spotted was Nicki, sitting on the floor. He looked - Tim caught sight of the burns quickly, and headed right for the vampire, wary, but mostly in work mode. He crouched, reaching out to touch his shoulder lightly.

"Have you treated your hands?"

[beyondxtime]

Nicki finally moved, he’d just been sitting against the cell opposite to the burnt out one like a rag doll. His hands were resting on their backs because the fronts were burnt down to the bones. He had a long streaks of dried blood down his cheeks from his eyes, and he was covered in white stuff from the fire extinguisher.

He jumped slightly at the touch, he was off in his own little world, and it took a few seconds for the words to register. He looked down at his hands, and moved a few fingers, you could see a few of the bones moving in the big open burns that took most of the flesh off the underside of his fingers.

He looked confused for a moment, “My hands? Non, I…I’ve been here.” He blinked up, big dazed eyes, “I’m fine.”

[peektuttut]

A few years ago, Tim would have been sick at the sight. But he'd seen a lot since then. "No, you aren't," he said gently. He could see the bone, jeez. He needed help, and fast. "Come on. I'm going to take you to the infirmary, all right? Before they get infected." He pulled lightly at Nicki's shoulder, trying to urge him to his feet.

[beyondxtime]

"I'm dead." He tried to explain simply, but getting up anyways when he felt the tug. He stumbled alittle in his footing, since he didn’t have his hands to brace him. “What is this?” Nicki asked looking at the white stuff on his shirt finally “One of the wardens…She sprayed it out of a metal tube. Is Drake alright?”