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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- batman,
- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- fletcher tringham,
- hellion,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- loren,
- lyle norg,
- miku hinasaki,
- plays-in-traffic,
- renne,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- rtas 'vadum,
- russel tringham,
- samus aran,
- sawyer,
- sheeana,
- sofia mantega,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- supergirl,
- superman,
- toph,
- yoshimi ito
The Battle That Ended The Century
People say that war is hell. This looked it.
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
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Oh, gorrammit all, his leg. Kaylee searches the surrounding rubble for anything they might be able to use. "If nothin' else, you can lean on me til we find somethin'," she offers. As an added thought, "And don't be thinkin' you can tell me no cuz of injuries."
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For now, though, luck seems to be keeping enemies away and not really helping in terms of walking support. "Och," he says crossly, "Look, would ye let me come help if I promise not to put any weight on my leg?"
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"Couldn't be any worse'n me trying to yank things with my arm the way it is," she replies, and nods him over. Gotta stop being stubborn sometime.
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Now, how to get over there without putting any weight on his leg? Lacking the ability to walk on his hands, hopping seems the best option (and the least ridiculous looking). So hopping he does, keeping close to the wall so if he has to he can keep from falling. It's still a fairly slow process, and he takes a little bit to close the distance between the two of them.
Once he gets there, he gets a good grip on the bedpost and tugs experimentally. It appears it's going to take some effort to work it free. "Kaylee, ye may want to move back."
He can't brace his legs the way he would want to, and may very well wind up falling over, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt her in the process.
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"Just don't hurt yourself more," she worries.
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The bed is near a wall, so he adjusts some. It's a little more awkward in terms of an angle to pull the post with, but gives him some extra backing so he's not entirely bracing himself with only one leg. Wrapping his hands around the bedpost again, he gives it a pull. It gives a little but doesn't fully come free.
"Hrmph." He frowns at the bedpost. "Why didna that work?" Maybe it's the angle or...maybe it's fastened somehow. He peers at where the post is joining with the frame, trying to see if it's somehow bolted together. It's fairly dark in here, however. What he needs is some light. But where...ah. Kaylee might have something.
"Hey, do ye have a torch?"
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Then she holds up the crowbar.
"Torch?" she asks, stepping forward and wedging the found tool in between, wrenches it a few times, and pops part of the post out. Shift down a few inches, repeat. "Like, with fire?"
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"Hey! Why didna ye say had a crowbar?"
He knows, deep down, it's likely because he was being a bit of an ass. He grumbles to himself for a moment, then the look on his face returns to normal.
"Torch, like the thing with the wee switch ye press and light comes out of it." He takes a half-step forward to stop her from using the crowbar, but thinks better of it. "Um. Would ye like me to finish?" he asks, a bit hesitantly.
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A pause, and she glances back at him, head tilted slightly. "You mean a flashlight?" Back to the bed post. She gives the crowbar another push and pops another bit of the post off.
For once, though, she's glad he offered. It's hard work with just one arm, and fighting the urge to use both hands is almost worse than actually using both. "Long as you ain't gonna hurt yourself with it," she teases, then hands the crowbar over and steps back again.
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He scratches his head for a moment, though. Flashlight, flashlight. Is that a torch? "It might be?" He's uncertain. "I didna know about them until I started traveling with the Doctor, and he always called it a torch." That made for some rather interesting confusion the first time the subject came up. He shrugs, and, thinking it'll help, adds, "We wound up in England a lot." It may not mean anything to Kaylee, though, being on the Earth-That-Was.
Jamie gives Kaylee a bit of a look as he's teased, pressing his lips together slightly, then chuckles as he realizes she's not serious. "No promises," he says as he takes the crowbar from her and proceeds to pry loose the rest of the bedpost. He offers her the crowbar back with one hand as he tests out his new walking stick. "Aye, this will do."