I See You [Active / Open]
Characters: Grace Augustine and anyone in the area
Content: Grace arrives in Paixao and needs some serious healing
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Week 16, mid-day
Warnings: Spoilers for Avatar are always possible with Grace
The first thing she noticed when her mind stopped racing around again was that she could no longer see Eywa. What. The second thing she took into account was that her side no longer hurt. She peeled her eyes open and took a look around, noticing that she… was no longer looking out of her human eyes. Her body was blue and long, which meant that she was in her Avatar body. Had the ceremony worked?
She took a glance around and frowned. Where the heck was she? She didn’t recognize the domes or the gate standing before her. She did, however, recognize the body lying a couple of feet away and felt the bottom drop out of her stomach.
“Shit.”
Ignoring the intense feeling of vertigo, she scrambled to her knees and crawled over to where her human body lay. The blood stain was still prominent on her clothes and her lungs were still breathing. Double shit. That meant she hadn’t been actually transferred to her Avatar body and she was still in danger of dying. Triple shit.
Gathering herself up, literally as her Avatar was now carrying her human body, Grace stood and turned to the person at the head of the line, pushing past everyone and earning more than a few strange looks and yells of protest. She ignored them completely.
“I’ll give you a journal in a moment, ma’am,” the attendant told her with a frown. “You really need to wait your turn.
“Look, I don’t care how many people are waiting in line,” she informed him impatiently. “I need a way to contact a medic yesterday.”
He held up a device and she stared at it for a few precious seconds while her life slipped away.
“I don’t have time for this. I need a medic now or she -” She gently raised the body so the attendant could make no mistake over what she was talking about. “-is going to die. Got it? Gunshot wounds do not heal themselves.”
That seemed to get her point across. Within a few seconds, a message was sent out, according to the attendant, so all Grace had to do was hold onto the device, step through the gates, and hope someone would come to help her.
Content: Grace arrives in Paixao and needs some serious healing
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Week 16, mid-day
Warnings: Spoilers for Avatar are always possible with Grace
The first thing she noticed when her mind stopped racing around again was that she could no longer see Eywa. What. The second thing she took into account was that her side no longer hurt. She peeled her eyes open and took a look around, noticing that she… was no longer looking out of her human eyes. Her body was blue and long, which meant that she was in her Avatar body. Had the ceremony worked?
She took a glance around and frowned. Where the heck was she? She didn’t recognize the domes or the gate standing before her. She did, however, recognize the body lying a couple of feet away and felt the bottom drop out of her stomach.
“Shit.”
Ignoring the intense feeling of vertigo, she scrambled to her knees and crawled over to where her human body lay. The blood stain was still prominent on her clothes and her lungs were still breathing. Double shit. That meant she hadn’t been actually transferred to her Avatar body and she was still in danger of dying. Triple shit.
Gathering herself up, literally as her Avatar was now carrying her human body, Grace stood and turned to the person at the head of the line, pushing past everyone and earning more than a few strange looks and yells of protest. She ignored them completely.
“I’ll give you a journal in a moment, ma’am,” the attendant told her with a frown. “You really need to wait your turn.
“Look, I don’t care how many people are waiting in line,” she informed him impatiently. “I need a way to contact a medic yesterday.”
He held up a device and she stared at it for a few precious seconds while her life slipped away.
“I don’t have time for this. I need a medic now or she -” She gently raised the body so the attendant could make no mistake over what she was talking about. “-is going to die. Got it? Gunshot wounds do not heal themselves.”
That seemed to get her point across. Within a few seconds, a message was sent out, according to the attendant, so all Grace had to do was hold onto the device, step through the gates, and hope someone would come to help her.