It has taken time for this to happen, for the Dark Lord to gather it all, his influence of that which is not Arda but close enough to it, that which he hates about all else for the light of it remains a beacon
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He poofed in and out and avoided it all - pucks do have a way of avoiding trouble, but they're less likely to share that gift with others. And as he poofs into the living room, he finds her.
Echo.
The nymph he couldn't save.
"Echo," he says, voice so soft, because he can tell, he can see she is on her way to Hades.
"Echo...." she repeats.
"I wish I could give you better parting words," he says again.
"Parting words..."
"It won't be long, I promise," he murmurs, his hand on her hair, and he'll shield her agonizing body from further debris.
When the nymph dies, the puck cries. He'll be found quietly stroking her hair, even as the cold wind blows over the fallen walls of the Mansion.
Again, an onscreen death for Echo, with her typist's permission, as she is also not coming back.
Everything happened very fast - and Tristan was up, out on the patio when it did. He was lucky to dodge it as it fell upon him, and with the storm raging, he's only left with one option.
The earthquake frightened even the great black dragon, but Temeraire was nothing if not 'brave'. He will not allow his friends to come to harm and he takes to the sky almost as soon as he can. The storm is terrible, true, but he has flown in worse and it isn't long before he comes to the formerly grand Mansion.
The voice of Tristan is faint through the wind, but he finds the human as well and lands nearby, spreading his wings to shield them both from the snow and ice.
The moment he can, Tristan comes closer, in the shield of the great dragon's wings, grateful for the respite.
"A great catastrophe," is all that Tristan can answer, for Cornwall has never known any seismic activity, and so he knows no words for it. "May it be that this is the end of days? I know not. Temeraire, where is Iskierka?"
Temeraire lowers his head down to better be able to speak to and hear Tristan. "I do not know. I have not seen her. And I do not know of this end of days."
Jack was on his way out to try the door of the TARDIS yet again, in a bid to speak with the Doctor (the younger, cheekier one, in the long brown coat and trainers), but he arrives in time to see it fading out of existence, at least in the space and time continuum of the Mansion. Normally, he'd bolt after the departing box, but not after the last time, not after she ran to the end of time itself with him hanging on for dear life, and he suffocated on the way. He's got another life to think of this tine.
Satellite Five all over again, only this time, he's lacking his vortex manipulator.
Well, it could be worse: he could be stuck in the Victorian era. In Cardiff.
He turns to head back inside, when a tremor hits, nearly knocking him off his feet. Well, it might as well be Cardiff, since there was that Big One that hit in 1906 and caused the roof to collapse on Torchwood Three.
"Earthquake!!" he yells and if there happens to be anyone passing by, typist willing, he'll grab them by the arm and pull them into the doorway for safety...
Well, he might grab himself an armful of prostitute - Sugar was out looking for Cal, who was out looking for Niko, and somewhere in the process she lost Sophie, and she's rather hysterical, we're so sorry.
And so she'll try to claw her way out.
"I need to find my daughter! My daughter!"
Sorry, I know I sent someone else, but then I had this idea which I thought was BETTER so here we are.
He'll try and hold onto her, bracing his feet on the floor, knees bent but not locked, not minding how she claws at him. "Wait. Wait just a moment, till the shocks stop: you're no use to her if you get yourself buried," he grits, brooking no argument. "I've been through quakes before. Twice." And knowing how this guy gets around -- in space and time -- he's likely been through more.
Neville is sleeping soundly in his own bed, alone of course, when a noise awakens him, followed quickly the shaking. He grabs his wand, not that it will help against a force as great as this, and jumps to his feet. The bed he loves with it's dark wood and tall canopy falls sideways, slanting into his body and knocking him off his bare feet. His wand flies out of his hand, and he cries out at that more than the pain. He's trapped until he can summon the magic to retrieve the wand or someone finds him, but fortunately not terribly hurt.
We really hope so because Neville is hurting and frustrated. "Oh thank Merlin someone came along," he breathes out, trying to suppress how much pain he's in. "Are you well and safe?" Because he wouldn't want to cause her further injury if she's hurt too.
The rumble and crash as the house begins to collapse jolts the twins out of sleep and they race from their room, panicked. Their parents and brothers, nieces, nephew, cousins, they desperately begin to search, trying to keep from being trapped or crushed in the process.
Well, they may come across a brother, carrying his human lover in his arms. Faraday is unconscious and bleeding profusely, and his eyes are wild, wild, wild.
"Where is mother?" Caranthir calls, as if it were their fault, "I can't find her, and Alata is wounded."
Yes, in the panic, his sense of priorities may seem skewed.
"We don't know!" Pityo's frantic, and Telvo's eyes are wide in fear.
"You're the first we've found."
"We'll keep looking, get her out of here, quickly." She doesn't look good, they know, and there isn't anything they could do for her while the house is coming down around them." Pityo squeezes his shoulder briefly before giving him a push.
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He poofed in and out and avoided it all - pucks do have a way of avoiding trouble, but they're less likely to share that gift with others. And as he poofs into the living room, he finds her.
Echo.
The nymph he couldn't save.
"Echo," he says, voice so soft, because he can tell, he can see she is on her way to Hades.
"Echo...." she repeats.
"I wish I could give you better parting words," he says again.
"Parting words..."
"It won't be long, I promise," he murmurs, his hand on her hair, and he'll shield her agonizing body from further debris.
When the nymph dies, the puck cries. He'll be found quietly stroking her hair, even as the cold wind blows over the fallen walls of the Mansion.
Again, an onscreen death for Echo, with her typist's permission, as she is also not coming back.
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He stays there, unsure of what to do.
But it feels wrong to keep running for some reason.
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"She was the sweetest thing," he murmurs, to no-one in particular.
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"Excuse me?"
Somehow he knows thats the wrong thing to say.
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So out into the wind he screams.
"Iskierka! Iskierka!"
He knows she will come.
She always comes.
Except this time, of course, she won't...
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The voice of Tristan is faint through the wind, but he finds the human as well and lands nearby, spreading his wings to shield them both from the snow and ice.
"Tristan! What is happening?"
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"A great catastrophe," is all that Tristan can answer, for Cornwall has never known any seismic activity, and so he knows no words for it. "May it be that this is the end of days? I know not. Temeraire, where is Iskierka?"
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Satellite Five all over again, only this time, he's lacking his vortex manipulator.
Well, it could be worse: he could be stuck in the Victorian era. In Cardiff.
He turns to head back inside, when a tremor hits, nearly knocking him off his feet. Well, it might as well be Cardiff, since there was that Big One that hit in 1906 and caused the roof to collapse on Torchwood Three.
"Earthquake!!" he yells and if there happens to be anyone passing by, typist willing, he'll grab them by the arm and pull them into the doorway for safety...
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And so she'll try to claw her way out.
"I need to find my daughter! My daughter!"
Sorry, I know I sent someone else, but then I had this idea which I thought was BETTER so here we are.
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Lets hope this petite girl can lift some stuff...
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"Where is mother?" Caranthir calls, as if it were their fault, "I can't find her, and Alata is wounded."
Yes, in the panic, his sense of priorities may seem skewed.
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"You're the first we've found."
"We'll keep looking, get her out of here, quickly." She doesn't look good, they know, and there isn't anything they could do for her while the house is coming down around them." Pityo squeezes his shoulder briefly before giving him a push.
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Looks at Faraday.
And then, somehow, it's clear.
And his feet stay there, unmoving.
"Now without you."
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