how many times can "DANGA" be said? (open!!)

[thenobledie]

Who: everyone and their mothers!
When: May 27th - 31st, roughly
Where: the Clinic and its general area
Format: action or prose, whichever works!
What: DANGA, DANGA. Or, the Abyssal Ones have begun fighting, which means a plethora of people being injured or dying, and some Big Damn Heroes are needed up in this joint.
Warnings: General violence,

Comments

may 29th (and onward)

[thenobledie]

After Deneve's post to the network, Shirley gathers several staff and volunteers - some patients still need attention, after all; and what the others do not know yet will be passed on. The overflow is beginning, and there are too many people to separate by degree of injury, too much chaos to differentiate by verbal communication. It's time to take a much harder route

[pratservant]

In the past few years, Merlin has seen as much as any hardened warrior. There had been death by injury and sickness, magical and otherwise. He's seen bodies hacked by swords, burned by dragon's flames, decapitated by an executioner's ax. Battles and autopsies and everything in-between, he thought he'd seen it all.

He's never seen anything quite like this.

Merlin places his hand against the wound on a woman's back, slender fingers splayed. With his head lowered, it's hard to see the movement of his lips as he murmurs the words, much less the gold when it overtakes the blue in his eyes. He's still being subtle, even though he knows Arthur isn't there. And if Arthur does arrive at the clinic, he'll be more concerned about the reasons for it than his secret. He checks her injury, exhales his relief before murmuring to her that she'll be fine now.

He's not sure how much he believes that just yet. Not for any of them. But he guides her away gently before looking for the next.

[lumenrelegandus]

When Merlin turns away from his patient, he'll find himself face to face with Lupin.

Who holds out his hand to grasp Merlin's and say quietly, so no one around them can hear, "Thank you."

Releasing his hand, he gestures for Merlin to follow and starts walking. In a more public voice, "Thank you for coming. Arthur said you were on your way."

[pratservant]

Merlin blinks, his eyes lowering to Lupin's hand and up again before a smile crosses his lips.

"You're welcome."

Though Merlin feels like he should really be the one thanking him, for giving him this chance, this distraction, this place where he could actually do something. He follows, glancing over sharply at the mention of his name.

"You've heard from him then? Did he sound alright?"

There is worry in his tone, but he reins it in, starts again.

"I'm not much of a fighter. But I had to do something. I couldn't just..." Merlin trails off, shaking his head gently. "...do nothing."

[lumenrelegandus]

"It is of great importance," said Lupin, weight of two other wars seeping into the words, "not only to fight and defend, but to maintain something still worth defending

[pratservant]

Merlin exhales, lowers his eyes and nods at Lupin's reassurance. He continues walking, drifting mindlessly until he's given more direct instructions. Merlin follows him, the hallways and staircases reminding him a little of Camelot and giving him a pang of homesickness.

Though the unnatural war raging outside might have something to do with that as well.

Merlin's eyes widen as he approaches the cabinet, his hands lifting as if to touch the glass, only for him to force them down at his sides again.

"They're magic." He smiles a bit, feeling it. Merlin turns his head to look at Lupin as he explains, visibly curious about the portkeys. One for the dojo, and one for-

His eyes widen, just a fraction. Arthur is just as Lupin described, but with those, Merlin can be there in an instant.

"Thank you.He's almost breathless with gratitude. Merlin's eyes soften, entire expression softens with the relief that washes over it. He looks like he might cry, actually. But if word ever got back to Arthur, he'd never hear the end of it

baaaaaacktagged, at least to cap!

[lumenrelegandus]

Lupin rests his hand one more time on Merlin's shoulder.

"You're welcome. If the situation arises that you need to tell someone, I trust your judgment."

He nodded back toward the door. "Let's head back. We've got our work cut out for us."

[destroyeroftime]

Allen was new to the city - although some people didn't think so, apparently - but that didn't stop him from wanting to help. He hadn't slept since arriving, but he was still a little scared to sleep, after everything.

He'd managed to find something to eat, at least, though it wasn't much. But other people were in trouble, and that was more important, even that eating.

He made his way to the clinic, and was more than a little shocked to see the numbers of people that really needed help. He found someone who appeared to be in charge.

"Excuse me. I'm not hurt, and I'm strong enough. I can help move people, if you need me to."

[thenobledie]

[shirley pauses, as she looks at the boy. there are people that need to be moved, but the most important - he is too young in the face for her comfort, and lavi would probably never forgive her for it. she shifts, turning to face him better.]

Those that are not injured need to be taken to another building.

[destroyeroftime]

[ He smiles, because it's in his nature to do so, and nods. ]

Okay! Which building do you need them to be taken to?

[thenobledie]

The buildings beside the clinic. If you feel you can make the distance, the dojo and the patrol's headquarters are safe as well.

[destroyeroftime]

Okay!

Um...I just got here a little bit ago, so...where are those buildings?

[ He is just praying he doesn't get lost. ]

[thenobledie]

[she sighs. it's nothing personal, allen; this weekend just sucks for everyone. and her voice isn't annoyed when she speaks.]

Do you have your Forge?

[destroyeroftime]

[ He looks apologetic. ]

Oh, Forge, um...you mean this thing, right?

[ He pulls out the communicator. ]

[thenobledie]

[she nods and leans forward, pressing a button. ta da, a map on your screen, allen!]

The dojo is here. [she points to the proper location.] And the patrol headquarters here. [another point.]

[destroyeroftime]

[ He stares at them for a minute. OH MAPS. ]

All right! I'll take people who aren't injured there right away!