Open RP: Mel in the Great Hall

[totallyluminous]

Mel stumbles into the Great Hall from the outside doors, carrying a sword made of pure light.

She doesn't look very well, owing mainly to a wound on her shoulder and lesser to a few scratches on her neck, made from a Hell agent's weapon. Her clothes look sun-faded after only a few days away, and Mel herself looks plain illShe shuts the door by

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[angelicbadboy]

Mel. Mel is back.

Brice winced at her injuries and the weary look on her face, and hurried up to her, looking concerned.

Should have gone with her. Screw that Orlando. I could have done something to stop this. He carefully avoided thinking about the fact that Orlando was an angelic genius, and if he had not been able to keep Mel safe from harm, then it was little chance Brice could have. And Mel was capable of taking care of herself, Brice knew that too. Still, some tiny boyfriend part of his brain, the one convinced that 'guys should look after their girlfriends and keep them safe,' had kicked in at the sight of Mel. He couldn't help it.

There were many things he could say now, some were sarcastic, others were lovey-dovey, and he was not sure which one he should settle for so he decided on something in-between.

"Jesus, angel girl, what happened?" There was softness in his voice and a frown on his face, and he crouched down beside her, gently tucking back her hair.

[totallyluminous]

'Ancient Greece,' she says, equally as softly--though more through lack of another tone to use--'Is what happened.'

Stop being a bitch, she thinks to herself.

'It. Yeah. We won the war, but lost the battle? I don't know.'

Mel turns her head towards Brice, looking less tired now and more upset. 'I had to look after twins. One...Brice, one killed herself afterwards. She'd been poisoned with PODS vibes, and--we kept the other safe. She was going to murder her twin. She realised--later on. I know there was nothing I could have done...'

Biting her lip, 'But yeah. I still feel like a very useless angel.'

[angelicbadboy]

Brice said nothing at first. He was thoughtful, perhaps remembering moments in his career as a dark agent, when those kinds of things had happened often. He had spread vibes like that. He had CAUSED suicides, or at least helped them along. Now the thought of that made him a bit sick, but then, he had done anything, whatever it took, to see Dom, and he had turned off everything else. Perhaps he wasn't the right person to make Mel feel better. He wished Lola was there. Lola was much better at the comfort thing.

"You're not a useless angel, darling," he said anyway, putting every amount of certainty he had into his words. "You know sometimes things like that happen. I'm sorry it had to happen to you."

In war, there are casualties. There always will be.

Brice sat down beside her near the wall, looking at her shoulder. "I can try and heal it, if you want," he said, nodding at the wound, trying not to show too clearly how much it pained him to see her hurt. It almost worked.

[totallyluminous]

Mel looks at him with heavy-lidded eyes. 'I do want, please. I'll get better faster if you do. I mean, I'll get better fast anyway. Don't worry.'

Sometimes things like that happen, Mel thinks, and squeezes her eyes shut tight. 'Yes, but I can't help thinking if I could have--I was ten feet away from her, and that stupid, stupid Hell agent stepped in front, and we had to fight--that's how I got the wound, and why I can't heal it--I'm not that tired.'

This is what is known as lying. You can tell because it's harder to look totally innocent and lie as an angel.

Mel grips the sword hilt again, being careful not to touch the blade--a light overdose would make her dizzy, which she does not want at all.

[kissawookiee]

Leia had been wandering the halls, acquainting herself with the layout of the school and doing some Jedi exercises in tracking people with her still-novice Force senses. Luke would be proud. And then, amidst the more usual emotions that you'd expect at a school where people were apparantly dropped off from various places and points in time, was something she remembered all too well from Endor, Kashyyyk, Coruscant... The source was nearby.

As far as she knew, there were no wars going on here at the school, but that was unmistakably the "after" of some battle or other that she was feeling. "What happened?" she asked the girl once she had identified a human girl--the one who had changed her shirt color at her sorting, actually (by sight, since you didn't need extra senses to see that something had happened to the girl) as the source of the feeling.

((Reposted because yeah, Leia's met her before. *headdesk*))

[totallyluminous]

'Fight with a Hell agent,' Mel mumbles. 'He got me there--' she touches her shoulder--'And here.' The scratches on her neck.

She smiles grimly. 'But I got him in the end.'

Forcing her eyelids up, the angel squints, and the girl from the Sorting comes into view. 'Hey. Um, I'm not--this wasn't at school. I was--away. In Greece. In Ancient Greece.'

Mel fights the impulse to cry. And Hypathia was too far gone to save.

((OOC: My turn to repost! Typos. Typii?))

[kissawookiee]

Ancient Greece, Hell agents... it was gibberish as far as Leia was concerned. She assumed that Hell agents were some sort of gang. It was the type of name gangs tended to like. "That's something," she settled for saying. "At least this place isn't under attack." She hesitated. "Can I help? I'm much of a Jedi--not one at all, really, but I might be able to heal it a little. Or at least help dull the pain." That was something that she was glad she'd learned, even just a little. She wondered how much worse childbirth would have been without that technique.

[totallyluminous]

'You can try,' Mel says, sitting up just a tad. 'The pain's...not bad, but I don't know if you'll be able to heal it fully--but like I said, try.'

Then she squints again. 'Jedi? I don't have a clue what that means...'

((OOC: Leia might be able to shrink the wound a little, but the pain is caused by, basically, a toxin--if Leia can sense evil, she should be able to sense it inside the wound. Sorry for being clueless about Star Wars!))

[maid_brienne]

Brienne knew what someone looked like after a battle or a tournament bout. She could practically feel the ache of wounds and pulled muscles herself when she saw the girl in the Great Hall.

She moved quickly to the wounded girl's side. "What happened?" She was already looking for a roll of bandage in the bag slung at her side. Sparring with Jaime meant she needed to keep salve and suchlike with her.

[totallyluminous]

Mel raises her sword, almost surprised someone has supplies of what she assumes to be medical equipment so handy. 'A mission went awry,' she explains. 'A fight went wrong for me. I came off best, but...yes. I don't think we've met,' she adds, suddenly wary.

[maid_brienne]

"We have not met," agreed Brienne, attention for now focused on the wounds and the need for triage. "I am Brienne of Tarth. I think it may be difficult for you to tend your own shoulder," she added, looking askance at the raised sword, "but I would help you."

[totallyluminous]

'Thanks,' Mel says gratefully, putting down the sword. 'I'd really appreciate it. I'm Mel, by the way. It just needs dressing--I made the bleeding stop.'

Brienne OF Tarth?

'Are you, um, a lady? Should I curtsey?'

There are some people who insist on it, after all.

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth was avoiding Mr. Darcy yet again randomly wandering through the castle when she came to the Great Hall.

"Oh, great God!" Elizabeth exclaimed, upon seeing Mel. "Are you alright? What on earth happened to you? Can I get you anything?" She knelt by Mel, careful to avoid the bright sword on the ground and managed a wry smile. "I see you haven't suffered from lack of attention, though."

[totallyluminous]

'I was in a fight,' Mel explains, blushing a bit--Lizzy's going to think her completely an animal. 'With someone from Hell--I won, but he got in a few good jabs.'

She tucks her hair behind her ear. 'I think I'll be OK, I just...need to vent?'

Can I vent to you?

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

"Someone from Hell?" Lizzy repeated, completely baffled. "That sounds... er, feel free to vent, Mel. I freely confess that I cannot understand what, exactly, has happened."

She sat down next to Mel, carefully tucking her skirts around her.

[totallyluminous]

'I'm an angel,' Mel tells her friend. 'I died when I was thirteen. I've spent eighteen months in Heaven, and now I'm sixteen. I don't understand it either.

'My role is to be...there for humans. Care for humankind. And I get sent on missions--sometimes as a guardian angel. On this occasion, I was sent to look after two twins, Eudoxia and her sister, Hypathia. Hypathia...had been taken over by Hell. To cut a long story short--I saved Eudoxia--Hypathia was being influenced by Hell to kill her. They released her from their grasp, and she realised what she'd done...'

Mel swallows, looking up. 'Hypathia killed herself. I was ten feet away, so close, when a Hell agent sprung up and he had a sword, and of course I had to fight him--but by the time I'd won, she'd jumped. I wasn't visible to humans--I just wanted so badly to save her.'

She finishes in a low voice. 'And I couldn't.'

[orientthataway]

"Wow," he offers, helpfully, not even getting up from his seat. "Looks like you've had a great day."

[totallyluminous]

Mel growls, and snaps before she can stop herself.

'Yes, it's been utterly super, what with plots and murders and swords and blood and everything.'

[orientthataway]

He digs in his pockets and pulls out some of the precious few snacks he brought over with him. "Ho ho?" He offers the chocolate cake. "I've been there. Although usually with me it's plots and murder and bombs and blood."

[totallyluminous]

Mel looks slightly surprised, and takes the cake with a muttered thanks.

'Bombs weren't invented in the time it was in,' she explains. 'But yeah, plots definitely feature in every single mission I've been on. Not so much the blood. Normally I can stop it before the blood bit.'