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waywardwings April 15 2008, 00:57:45 UTC
"I'll keep watch."

Batman's sword in hand, Zidane tarried behind the group, remaining at the doors as sentry. The team had more than enough people to help free the captives without him, and as much as he was concerned for them, he couldn't help but feel unease about the entire situation. With the mysterious disappearance of the guards, it was likely there was something other than those wolves waiting for them.

Not only that, but opening the door and getting inside had been a little too easy. They were, after all, expected.

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solidor_heir April 15 2008, 01:01:29 UTC
"At once, Mr. Kent." Larsa replied automatically. His heart was in his throat, choking him with its pounding due to his anxiety. Nerves were high strung, ready for the worst yet still dearly hoping for the best. And then they had seen them.

The captives. He did not recognize any of them, because he had yet to see them with his own eyes. All communication had been through the journals.

A part of him melted inside in relief. The trauma of dead bodies, of wolf-like creatures, of dark caves- all had paid off.
We have found you all at last, thank the Gods...Kneeling, he rummaged through his satchel and drew out all the bottles and vials. He laid them out in a row upon the most even patch of ground he could find, safe from being knocked over by his comrades ( ... )

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darkknightfall April 15 2008, 03:17:24 UTC
[OOC: A command from on high (aka the mods) that no powers or magic, not even the blood or potions, should work in the prison cell. If you want to edit, just let me know, and I'll delete this post so you can repost.]

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de_novo_xiii April 15 2008, 03:22:42 UTC
{{Eee apologies ^^; I'll leave this post as something he assumed and I'll post again where he realizes nothing is happening. Is that ok?}}

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darkknightfall April 15 2008, 03:33:45 UTC
[OOC: Yeah, that should be fine.]

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rose_of_baron April 15 2008, 01:14:43 UTC
She had lost count of the days. Each one had been as endless and unsettling than the last. The cell was filled with restlessness. Straining hopes with a mixture of despair. The voices and garnet lit faces were all now a familiar sight and ambiance, along with water and smells which accompanied their prison ( ... )

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darkknightfall April 15 2008, 03:13:14 UTC
"Guy Cecil was a member of Cross Marian's rescue team-- which, apparently, encountered rather serious trouble, and Cain Highwind was unable to connect with either of the rescue parties until after they had already left. But both seemed concerned for your health and well-being, Rosa, and neither appear to be seriously injured."

Bruce managed to conjure a light smile for her as he spoke (though his mind was primarily occupied with the problem of freeing them), waiting for Gokudera to come with his explosives to attempt to break open the prison-- or, at least, confirm his suspicions that these bars were magically reinforced and could not be broken by any of the tools they had readily available, which would likely mean they'd have to do something to the other item of interest within the room: the crystal.

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rose_of_baron April 15 2008, 05:04:21 UTC
His words and reassurances quietly echoed in her head as she waited. Everywhere a fresh new wave of conversation seemed to wash over the room. People giving instructions, bringing back order and care and concern. As much as she tried to follow the tangents, all so very important, it was more difficult than ever to focus. Strange, considering that she had kept herself as determined and clear headed as possible for this long. Just waiting for him.

But he wasn't Cecil. She didn't quite understand what he had said about Guy Cecil, even though he also sounded vaguely familiar. But there was no mention of Harvey. Highwind, on the other hand.. He didn't come, after all.

Rosa didn't yet know or understand why or how this leader with the familiar eyes knew her name. She would, eventually. For now she was only sure that, perhaps, they had met before.

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8sins April 15 2008, 02:14:11 UTC
This felt surreal. How long had Hakkai been in here? Far too long, if he was half-convinced he was imagining a group of people had just come to rescue them.

He'd been reading about it in the journals, but it seemed like it would never really happen. He backed away obediently from the bars, suddenly feeling extremely tired.

"Sir," he tried, watching as the man pointed some sort of laser at the bars for a few minutes. "If... once I'm out... I'm a healer. I can... if someone is severely injured..." Never mind the fact that the crystal seemed to be inhibiting his powers. He'd try again anyway.

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solidor_heir April 15 2008, 02:17:22 UTC
Larsa perked suddenly.
"Sir?" He called out. Another healer? They needed more. "Can you please try something for me?"

Carefully he slid a potion bottle through the bars. The moment it left his hands, the dull glow vanished.

"Please pick that up and hold it to your chest?"

He knew it would not glow as brightly as if he himself held it, but if this man was a healer- then the faintest feeble glow would still help.

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8sins April 15 2008, 02:28:33 UTC
He wasn't sure what good that would do, but he took the tiny vial anyway. He held it to his chest as instructed.

Nothing was happening. Was there supposed to be something?

"I'm afraid I don't understand," he whispered, throat feeling dry. "I use chi to heal, not medicine."

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solidor_heir April 15 2008, 02:31:25 UTC
"No no, a potion is made of crushed healing magicite-" Larsa shook his head and tried again. "Magicite is a natural stone with magical properties. A cure potion is made up of crushed and melted fragments of magicite."

While their leader was trying to arrange explosives, Larsa dashed forward and thrust his hand through the bars.
"Take my hand, please," after a moment he added. "Sir."

"The contact should spark a reaction, and the magicite should then react to your healing ability. I know something negates our power to heal, but the ability to do it should still be present."

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kocho_blade April 15 2008, 02:19:01 UTC
Susumu didn't like this.
There were no guards. It was almost too easy. The door had opened to their goal, and achieving a goal was never supposed to be easy. Even the wolves hadn't been as difficult as he had expected. Something was wrong, something HAD to be wrong. Susumu had encountered worse trouble doing much simpler tasks. The only difference was that he had always been killing people, never saving them.

By Kaoru's side, the darkly clad ninja squinted at the tired and scared faces that were past the bars. The dark cave reeked of death, old death. It also had an air of desperation that made him uncomfortable. Hostages were not something he was familiar with, in his line of work it was far more convenient to just kill.

Rather than go straight to the bars to aid the hostages as he couldn't do much in the way of healing- and the bars were already being taken care of- the shinobi watched. Standing a little away from the main group, he kept his senses on full alert- hand always on the hilt of his dagger.

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