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A Call in the Darkness [Open]

Apr 05, 2010 00:51

WHO: A not-so-mentally-okay Oz Vessalius ( rabbitcontract ) and all the kind souls willing to help, as well as those curious of a sudden appearance of a bloodstained shota wielding a giant scythe
WHAT: For curiosity of the mind and generosity of the heart
WHERE: Docks
WHEN: Backdated arrival- March 23

( Can you hear it? )

place - docks, garnet til alexandros, oz vessalius, open, robin/carrie kelley

Comments 7

girlyboywonder April 4 2010, 17:56:02 UTC

Carrie had her own problems. First off, this wasn't Gotham. Not even close. The day Gotham looked like this was the day Carrie checked herself into Arkham. So, no Gotham, and near as she could tell, no Batman either. Two big problems right off the bat. And third-but-not-least, the bloody kid on the boat she'd come in on.

She found him fast, going by the weird journal she'd been given, going by the pained, scared noises he was making. She found him fast, whipped her bright yellow cape off faster. It'd make a good tourniquet, she just hoped he didn't need more than one. Sounded pretty bad off from the recorded cries over the journal.

"You're cool," she informed the kid, taking an immediately hands-on approach and sinking down next to him. Assess the damage, fix the damage. Girl Scouts hadn't prepared her for this. "You're good, I got you. Just breathe."

caged_canaries April 5 2010, 03:52:42 UTC

It had taken what felt like an eternity, but Garnet had finally got the information she needed, and the young woman was out of the door the moment the slightest hint of his location had left his lips.

She called on Bahamut for aid. While the difficulty in contacting him had increased, it would ensure an easier, quicker find of the boy. By the sound of his cries, she had little time to spare, and boarded the large, dragon-like Eidolon the moment he settled. She took to the sky, an not long after came to find the couple on the docks. Bahamut landed only feet away, and Garnet quickly dismounted to approach them.

Yes, this appeared to be who she was looking for. Who the other was, though, she was uncertain. "How is the damage?"

rabbitcontract April 5 2010, 10:02:09 UTC

He was having difficulty breathing, his breath coming out in short pained gasps but it had nothing to do with his injuries. It was all a product of his fear. A psychological effect.

After all, with all the crazy stuff that's happening to him, he was bound to give in sooner or later.

The blood of Glen's minions stained his robe. Thankfully, majority of it was theirs though he did have a few scratches from his skirmish with them. But the physical wounds weren't the problem here. It was the mental scarring. He'd never felt so... alone... Ever since that fateful day.

He was shivering, both from the scary experience and the cold breeze that flew in from the open sea.

girlyboywonder April 5 2010, 11:16:00 UTC

Dragon. Was that seriously a dragon? Mark her down for another problem; even if that thing had a rider, and even if that rider looked an awful lot like the woman that'd offered help too on the talking journal thing, that meant she was farther from Gotham than any map knew what to do with. Now wasn't time for sighing, though. Now wasn't time for any of those many problems.

"Seems minimal," she reported, fast, like she'd been trained. That bright yellow cape had already been used to mop up what blood she could find that was leaking and not just stained on. "Looks worse'n it is. Not so sure about--" She broke off, tapped her temple just above the thick, fashionable green glasses. Then, "You a doctor?"

Ew, sorry. I had this written up and everything. caged_canaries April 10 2010, 15:19:01 UTC

She narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman, though more out of pity for the young man than contempt for the stranger to even suggest such a thing, though ... according to the fit in the journal, perhaps she wasn't too far off. No doubt, he was suffering some kind of emotional trauma. For all of his screaming and pleading, there was no one here to harm him.

"Not a doctor, a healer." Garnet replied with a weak smile, quick to respond even as she readied a quick Cure. The spell was simple, and as flashing, glinting sparkles illuminated the area, she could only hope the spell would reach its target. Potions were notoriously difficult to come by on Rivelata and, as such, Garnet had come to rely more on her White Magic.

As the spell finished an the visible traces of magic dispersed, Garnet lowered herself to the boy's side, looking him over with a curious gaze. She fished a potion from her bag in the off-chance that the magic hadn't taken. "Hello?"