[ visual | location: outside "sanctuary for all" ] [ open ]

[obscuronoctis]

Bruce Wayne has kind of had enough of today; while the world of Taxon doesn't look nearly like the (artistically rendered, he suspects) Doctor's looming apocalypse, it's still in a near-cracking state. The destruction of citizens vs sentinel robots, accidentally-detonated bombs, and his own creative use of the tram have left a notable impact. Still

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[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

Yeah, but in the future, mate. Get it right.

[voice]

[obscuronoctis]

Shut up.

[ voice - not-even-threadjacking is go ]

[orderfromchaos]

You owe me a drink, if you live through this mess.

[ Because he's been waiting to say that. ]

[ voice ]

[obscuronoctis]

Well played, by the way.

[ location :: outside SFA ]

[hercandleguides]

From behind Bruce, there's a woman's voice as they hurry along. Said woman is carrying a huge bag of stuff and carrying a small meter, although she recognizes by now said meter is probably pointless. "And we don't know what's going to be waiting for us inside here- do you want one of the force field projectors? I can dial down the radius, if need be."

[ location :: outside SFA ]

[behindfirelight]

"Dial it down and strap one to River," Sol advises, coming up next to Leila with River against his shoulder. "I don't want to put her down, but if I have to-" he leaves it hanging.

[ location :: outside SFA ]

[lanterncast]

It's lucky that Judith happened to be in the area, if you don't take into account the fact she's been half-listening to broadcasts, and Morgana was a better lead than nothing - what she could hear, anyway.

She falls in beside the group, a battered, torn, and very angry looking young woman, heedless of propriety or the unconscious girl in the one man's arms.

"I'm coming with you," she says. So there's that.

[ location :: outside SFA ]

[obscuronoctis]

Bruce doesn't wait for a force field, not because he wouldn't benefit from taking less potential damage to his fragile squishy human form, but because it's just going to slow him down. He moves - dodges, almost too fast for someone 'normal' - and snatches a tranquilizer dart out of the air aimed at Leila's head. He spares Judith a brief glance that seems like it might be approval, and finally throws what he's been holding into the fray ahead of them. It clatters to the ground, pulses, and seems to stall the sentinels nearest it. He doesn't stop moving.

[knightflown]

Having blithely (all right, not... blithely, but with a minimum of angst, which is pretty fucking blithe for them, okay) disregarded Bruce's instructions for the time being, Dick and Tim are here, not to save the day, but batarang/punch/variously destroy some sentinels. They take them down with systematic one-two hits of varying types, each executed with ridiculous skill — ridiculous because they're Nightwing and Robin right now, colored kevlar and all, but also ridiculous for the fact they are normal squishy humans.

Nightwing avoids a spray of rubber bullets with the ease of long practice, bounding in close to upend the sentinel and damage its shooting device.

[knightflying]

There is a distinct lack of blitheness here, thank you, Nightwing, although really the angst level is fairly low considering they're disobeying orders and Tim is remembering how Bruce's corpse looked - but this is not the time for that. This is the time for ducking a spray of rubber bullets, letting them patter happily on his cape as it spreads behind him, and moving in close to smash the shooting mechanism with his staff.

It really might be hard to believe that they're both ordinary, variably squishy humans after this display, depending on how many other ridiculous humans the viewer is familiar with. Bruce.

[knightflown]

Nightwing will have to carry all the necessary blithe for them both, then. He can do it. He's used to making sacrifices. Tim.

Another sentinel crackles and sags as an eletrocuting batarang embeds itself in the tranquilizer muzzle and sparks to life. Their body armor can stop bullets and arrows; whether it can stop sharp little darts isn't something Dick intends to test, just to be on the safe side.

[orderfromchaos]

Bombs? Holmes is used to. Grey area mastermind plots? Those too. In the past hour or so he's also grown quite accustomed to the ideas of time travel and radiation and strange little sentries that pelt you with unfortunately painful bullets and darts and God knows what else.

What's stopped him in his tracks for the moment is something he's not made himself entirely mentally ready for amidst all the chaos, and that's witnessing two skilled fighters in brightly coloured spandex and capes going hand to hand with demonic robots.

He's taking a moment, here, far enough back to avoid coming under technological assault but still well in the range of sight (and possibly sound) to wonder if this means he's finally actually seen it all.

"... Well."

In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[rude_not_ginger]

continued from here.

The Doctor recoils, unprepared for the sudden slap, and even more unprepared for the presence of Morgana in his environment. The radiation begins leaking out, and he concentrates, trying to absorb all of it before it can affect her.

"Morgana, you have to get out!"

Re: In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[magicalskeptic]

"Who are you to give me orders?" Morgana's upset, hurt, and most of all, has the person solely responsible for that within distance for a decent, proper punch.

"All you've done is terrify me!" Yes, there is a lot of built up rage in that Lady of Camelot.

Re: In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[rude_not_ginger]

He reaches out, trying to catch her arm and move her away. He takes a step out of the environment, trying to pull her with him. "Leave, now, you've done enough damage to my plans, stop doing it to yourself, too."

Re: In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana's not a willing participant in going anywhere. The problem is, she's hurting even more (and really, the slap was self-righteous, but her arm's already hurting from the sentinels). As much as she tries to dig her heels in, she's easily dragged from the room.

[ outisde | aftermath ]

[obscuronoctis]

This poor girl - woman, really, but she seems so young even in her bravery - Bruce thinks about radiation and the beating she's taken from the machines all on top of the hell her system's laboring under thanks to the now-departed Crane's faulty prescriptions. There are benches near the tram station and he settles Morgana's unconscious form onto the first one he cones to, checking her vitals. He spares a glance to commiserate with Sol - not a bad guy, honestly - before digging his tablet out and turning it on. It only takes him a second to select a secure channel, something he'd already hacked and programmed into the device.

"Enfys," he says, hoping she's got it turned on. "How close are you to my house?"

There's no are you all right or are you still here. Maybe it's trust in her. Maybe it's complete refusal to accept anything else.

[ outisde | aftermath ]

[behindfirelight]

The antiradiation treatment is a little beyond Sol's abilities right now - it's understandably not something he's been called upon to heal before and they'll have to wait on an actual doctor instead of a Verbena healer who doesn't specialize in healing in the first place - but he can take care of the beating she's taken and he briefly hopes that she's not going to wake up ready to enact a witch-hunt for his help.

(The burning times weren't quite so long ago for everyone, let's say.)

He grimaces back at Bruce in commiseration and then, setting River carefully down next to him, he kneels by the bench to find Morgana's injuries with bloodsight and do something about them. After that, it'll be a matter of antiradiation meds (and they could probably all use a course, just in case).

[ outside | aftermath ]

[dieneidio]

After being separated from Judith by means of the explosion that flung Enfys backwards into a wall, well- Slayers are built to withstand that kind of knock-around and she got up again, even if she hadn't been able to find her friend afterwards. Yet. With her axe in hand, she's been taking out sentinels and trying to avoid being sedated by them, and she fumbles a little for her tablet when she hears Bruce asking for her.

She looks like hell, but not as though she's letting that slow her down or even ruin her mood. "Three minutes if I run, you need something?"

[ outside | aftermath ]

[obscuronoctis]

He watches Sol, remembering the exploding flowers from earlier, and wonders what the actual fuck this all is. He doesn't really like the idea of magic, something so uncertain and unspecific, but he can't complain about it right now. (And what on earth happened to the other girl - River, was that her name?) He nods, minute, and then turns away to converse with Enfys.

"Tell Cat you're running an errand for me. Garage is in the north corner, keys are in the cabinet to the right of the door. Second row, third one in, it's the black one. I need you to find a doctor and get him or her here as fast as you can." He looks down, thinking about Enfys and Morgana, and their odd friendship.

"We're just off the south tram line but it's probably down. It's Morgana. And don't crash my bike."