trans_9 | Mission 01 - Recovery: Group 1

Tony is right behind the Doctor, loping along on all fours, a low growl in his throat. This isn't good. It would be pointless to survive that stupid blob monster only to see two people get drowned. So he puts on a burst of speed, looking for large rocks in the water, overhanging branches, a spot where the bank narrows... anything, really.

Leaf, meanwhile, is staying back to keep her eye on Chaucer and Dean. The Talon pins her ears back and growls as she looks from them to the river and back. "It would be wise for you to stay here. You would likely get in the way."

There are some over-hanging logs and whatnot, a few rocky outcroppings. If they can just get to them ahead of the two...

Cybil doesn't bother shouting. It's all she can do to just stay afloat, and she's trying to make sure the ninja kid (that came out of nowhere, but she wasn't complaining with him helping and all) stays afloat, too.

Plays puts on a burst of speed and then makes a limb-flailing leap from the bank for one of the rocky outcroppings. For a moment, the giant, furry, wolfman flails through the air and then lands with a crash (and a bit of a splash) on one of the rocks. He flails for a balance, the rock slippery and wet, but manages to right himself, barely. He crouches low, trying to keep a grip on it as he watches Cybil and Sean rush downriver towards him.

He extends one giant, muscled arm trying to gauge where they'll be in a few moments. If he doesn't get this right the first time, he probably won't get a second chance....

An arm is reaching out for them and Dark Smoke Puncher doesn't think, just acts. His arm shoots out and grabs onto the furry hand, trying to keep a hold of Cybil with the other.

Just gotta keep the grips, just gotta keep them.

Yeah, except with the rapids and their hands being wet? Not so easy. Ninja or not, he's a teenage boy, she's a good 150 pounds of mostly-muscle, and the river is pulling hard enough to nearly wrench their arms out of the sockets.

It's hard to tell if she slips or if she just let go, trying not to drag the kid down with her.

They might not get the chance to find out which. Check that mist way up ahead? Looks like the river miiight be leading to a waterfall.

Doc has just a few seconds to pick; he can either run to the first outcropping and try to help Plays get them both up or run ahead to the next good foothold to be in place in case of another slip. He takes a passing glance at Sean's waning grip on Cybil and books it for the next cluster of rocks not a second too soon.

There's a jagged group of rocks holding firm to a fallen log and he jumps for it without hesitation. The wood is slick under his feet but he manages to keep enough of a grip to make the last few breakneck strides for the end of the log, furthest out into the water and closest to Cybil's bobbing form.

She's almost totally under the current, he sees only the back of her head and shoulders in the water and there's no arm flailing out that he can grab to, but after having her ripped out of his AND Sean's grips he wouldn't trust a solid hand hold to get her out of this in the first place.

Doc comes down on his knees at the end of the log and plunges his whole arm into the water, wrapping tight around her torso when she collides with his outstretched hand, heaving her up and out of the rapids in one sweep. Between the current and her surprising density she's ALMOST too much for him to pull up with one arm, but rocking his whole weight backwards is enough to bring her with him... although he ends up on his ass on the log, with her back pulled flush against his chest as a result.

He's pretty sure it takes him a second to breathe fully again.

Yeah, okay, rivers? Officially on his nature shitlist.

Yeah, they're kinda on her shitlist now, too.

Especially since it takes her a whole fucking minute or so to cough up two lungfuls of water, leaning forward slightly. After her lungs are clear, she just sits there sucking in breath like she thinks she's gonna run out of it.

...Mind you, that wasn't the first thing she did. The first thing she did was look up-river to make sure Plays had pulled the ninja kid out.

"Doc..." she gasps.

He keeps his arm around her while she coughs her lungs clear, because letting go of her while they're still this close to the water seems like a really terrible idea just now.

He's relieved to hear her talk a minute later, although he's going to want to take a listen to her breathing with the stethoscope once they're on land again to make sure she's not going to pull some 'parking lot drowning' and drop dead from leftover water in her lungs in an hour.

"That would be me." he replies, patting her shoulder a little. "Just keep up the breathing and you'll feel better in a minute. You okay? Anything feel broken?"

"Doc," she says again, her voice clearer this time. "I appreciate the save.."

Oh, wait, another coughing fit.

"...but get your hand off my tit."

He can't be.... IS he...? OH jeez he is!

"Ohgodsorry!"

He sort of flails in apology and his hand goes as far from breasts as it can while his arm stays around her body. He's sorry, sure, but embarrassment isn't gonna get him out of contact with her entirely until they're back on land.

"That wasn't intentional I SWEAR!"

It really wasn't!

"I'm sure you say that to all the women you feel up while rescuing from drowning."

She's grinning a slight, smug grin, though, as she says that.

Whoo. Okay. She's ready to get up now. She's a little unsteady, but she's ready to go.

He laughs just a little bit, slightly off-kilter in the 'hooo man that was fun I'm glad it's over' way he always is after a scrape with death, but mostly just relieved at her good humor.

He climbs to his feet, helping her up and keeping his arm around her waist as they make their way back along the log to where the rocks meet the bank. It's muddy here but level (and it's NORMAL mud at that!). The distance between them and the solid ground and grass isn't that much but not making the half-drowned lady climb small steep inclines seems prudent.

"You first. I'll boost you up, just grab my shoulder." He crouches a bit, offering his laced-together hands as a platform for her foot.

Yeah, right, Doc. Even though she's out of breath, up she goes, without any boost. She has to take a moment to crouch in the grass after, but this woman don't need no boosts.

When she has her breath back, she calls up the bank towards the others, "Everybody okay?"

His face, it is like this --> 8|

"Oookay! You just totally go ahead and exert yourself unnecessarily after nearly drowning there Cybil, nice." He grumbles, scaling the embankment with a ninja leap and a sigh.

He looks up the bank as well however, searching for Sean first out of instinct. Plays must have gotten him up but still, visual confirmation is a nice thing to have.

Dean has stayed out of the way like the wolf had advised, but he hates every second of it. Feeling somewhat useless and frustrated, he folds his arms and waits for everybody to regroup. This is not his idea of a good time, but of course, who would think that?

"I'm not the one who almost drowned," Dean answers Cybil, tone short and frustration clearly in his expression. He's also sort of ignoring Chaucer in protest of being smacked earlier.

Geoff rolls his eyes at Dean. The man is pouting like a lad who'd been told to wash for supper ~~or Will, when Adhemar was sent to the war.~~

He too has been staying out of the way, well aware of how useless he is, but now he approaches Cybil, offering his blanket. "You'd best dry off, m'lady."

He doesn't dare tell her how stupidly he thinks she acted by waiting for Dean and himself, as she seems to be in charge at the moment, but the look in his eyes is definitely one of reproach.

Dark Smoke Puncher cursed losing Cybil, but did see the catch his brother did after being pulled up by the wolfman. Out of the water, it's an easier matter to return to the bank and go up to his brother.

"Yo, bro, wicked catch," Dark Smoke Puncher said, offering up some much needed respect knuckles after getting rid of the monster and making sure everyone was safe. With a bit of help from Plays.

Oh HELL yes respect knuckles! Doc raises a fist and gives Sean the solid tap he deserves.

"Nice tree-steering leap yourself!"

Oh... hey, Sean's in the open now. And nobody else knew he was with them before. Are they being stared at? Yeah they're being stared at.

"Oh, uhhh... right. Teammates, this is my little brother. Just a ninja, not a doctor."

Oh, right. Yeah. He's in the open now.

"Yo, my home slices," Dark Smoke Puncher said with a dope pose. "Figured it was about time for my dramatic entrance, know what I'm saying dawg?"

Maybe he should have stayed hidden. He didn't have to talk in this stupid way then.

Considering Chaucer giving her his blanket would mean he'd be running around naked again, she shakes her head. "No thanks, Chaucer. I'll dry out. Suit's already absorbing it anyway--but thank you."

CRAP. HER GUN.

She pulls it out of its holster and clicks her tongue ruefully.

Shit.

Contrary to popular belief, water doesn't ruin a gun outright, but you do have to take it apart, clean and dry it off, service it, and oil it, for it be safe to fire.

"Anyone got an extra sidearm? At least until I can get back and clean mine up?" A pause. "Plays? By the way, excellent grab there with the kid. Good work."

She looks to the kid, with a sort of sharp, piercing look.

"Look, kid, I'm gonna let go of the 'you not making yourself known when it might've been handy' thing, especially on account of what you did back there--I might be missing a leg if it weren't for you, and I'm damn grateful--but talk like the white, most likely awkward (minus the ninjaing) teenage boy you are. You can chop a tree in half for chrissakes--you don't need to try to talk like 50-Cent."

Frowning in frustration, she stops messing with her sidearm, reholsters it, and holds out a hand.

"That aside, thanks for the save."

Geoffrey shrugs, tying his 'kilt' back in place. Who is he to argue?

He doesn't even have a 'gun,' after all.

Doc sort of feels like hugging Cybil for telling Sean to knock off the eubonics.

"Oh GOD! Thank you! I've been telling him to knock it off for years!"

"Yo, dawg, I was watching. My weapons got ganked just liked yours by that whack creature," Dark Smoke Puncher said. "No reason to come out if I can keep my cover, know what I'm saying?"

Oh, how he wished. How he WISHED he could talk normally, but if his BROTHER knew he was faking and his PARENTS found out, then there would be QUESTIONS and QUESTIONS lead to CONCLUSIONS about certain things he didn't want his parents to KNOW.

So, sadly, he was still talking like 50-Cent. "And this is how I talk, yo. As my bro just told you, dawg."

Mission 01 - Recovery: Group 1

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