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milliways_bar2012-03-13 03:51 pm
death_gone_mad) wrote in milliways_bar2012-03-13 03:51 pm
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Allpocalypse aftershocks, anyone?
[OOM: Things are discovered on Moevying Day]
The front door opens up not as a door would, but as a proper portal to another world would. Well, by someone's definition of proper. The redhead with sun-kissed skin that crosses over the threshold stares at the bar and the bar's patrons in disbelief and bewilderment.
"... no ... nononono ..."
She bolts for the back door, pushing patrons and wait staff aside. Outside, she sees the red sky is gone. She sees the snow is gone. She sees, she smells, she feels the spring is at the threshold, waiting to be invited in.
Inside, outside, it is like nothing happened, beside an earthquake or a violent windstorm. Nothing happened.
Wait! There! A large crater! Something did happen! She races toward it, she climbs over the rim, and descends toward the bottom.
She loses her footing, and tumbles the rest of the way down. At the bottom, she is still for a moment, then begins to stir.
Dirt. Not glass, fulgurites, but no lechatelierite. This crater is not recent. Then she remembers.
This was here before. This is part of the target range.
People inside the tavern may have heard a loud BOOM and felt a tremor. Aftershocks? But outside, there is a firey column stretching up from the crater at the target range to beyond the sky above. Fire magic, chaos, death, fire, earth, death, ice, shadow, fire, fire, death, chaos, soul, death, fire, the woman inside the column, the woman being consumed by the column is throwing everything she has at the shields protecting Milliways. The shield counters. Water. Law. Life. Water. Wind. Life. Steam. Light. Water. Stars. Laws. Body. Nature. Mind. Water.
Orranis couldn't accomplish it with help. What chance does she have of succeeding?
After 27 minutes, it dies down. There is a charred skeleton at the bottom of the crater, but there is life. Still. Too exhausted to fight her own existence, ███████ just lets the powers that be that have been keeping her alive for thousands of years work to bring her body, her prison, back from the brink. Trapped in a cage of charred bone, her heart pumps and sends out veins and arteries out to find what is still salvageable.
She's going to need a day or two to recover from her temper tantrum.
[OOC:reactions, maybe an interruption or two welcome and millitimed before Apollo, but mostly plotlocked.]
The front door opens up not as a door would, but as a proper portal to another world would. Well, by someone's definition of proper. The redhead with sun-kissed skin that crosses over the threshold stares at the bar and the bar's patrons in disbelief and bewilderment.
"... no ... nononono ..."
She bolts for the back door, pushing patrons and wait staff aside. Outside, she sees the red sky is gone. She sees the snow is gone. She sees, she smells, she feels the spring is at the threshold, waiting to be invited in.
Inside, outside, it is like nothing happened, beside an earthquake or a violent windstorm. Nothing happened.
Wait! There! A large crater! Something did happen! She races toward it, she climbs over the rim, and descends toward the bottom.
She loses her footing, and tumbles the rest of the way down. At the bottom, she is still for a moment, then begins to stir.
Dirt. Not glass, fulgurites, but no lechatelierite. This crater is not recent. Then she remembers.
This was here before. This is part of the target range.
People inside the tavern may have heard a loud BOOM and felt a tremor. Aftershocks? But outside, there is a firey column stretching up from the crater at the target range to beyond the sky above. Fire magic, chaos, death, fire, earth, death, ice, shadow, fire, fire, death, chaos, soul, death, fire, the woman inside the column, the woman being consumed by the column is throwing everything she has at the shields protecting Milliways. The shield counters. Water. Law. Life. Water. Wind. Life. Steam. Light. Water. Stars. Laws. Body. Nature. Mind. Water.
Orranis couldn't accomplish it with help. What chance does she have of succeeding?
After 27 minutes, it dies down. There is a charred skeleton at the bottom of the crater, but there is life. Still. Too exhausted to fight her own existence, ███████ just lets the powers that be that have been keeping her alive for thousands of years work to bring her body, her prison, back from the brink. Trapped in a cage of charred bone, her heart pumps and sends out veins and arteries out to find what is still salvageable.
She's going to need a day or two to recover from her temper tantrum.
[OOC:reactions, maybe an interruption or two welcome and millitimed before Apollo, but mostly plotlocked.]
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Which leads to a fellow god peering over the crater at what's left of Amascut and saying, "Well, that's new and different."
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"Who? What? ... No, what, do you have a death wish?"
That feels like... the sun.
"Father?"
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"Amascut? That you?"
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How?
"Heheh", a small weak laugh. "You... you can't still be in denial after all these years." Maybe not, maybe he is chastising her for being so stupid.
Look at her. Vulnerable. Ready to be scooped into a jar by anyone able to resist the life draining aura that surrounds the heart.
She starts sobbing.
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"Not denial so much as being from a different pantheon entirely," he says, making his way down the crater. "Look, I know destruction's your thing and all, but isn't this a little... excessive?"
Life-draining aura? Meet god of, among a zillion other things, healing. Challenge accepted.
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No...
"Apollo?"
She is a goddess of destruction. According to her whims. She was a goddess of death and rebirth, according to her birthright. The heart works harder and the healing speeds up minutely.
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Or the bottom, really.
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Those bones are salvagable. There is already enough connective tissue grown to keep everything together.
"I need something to eat."
No digestive system though. Oh woe!
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But, by now Apollo and Amascut are the only living thing there.
For some value of alive.
Feeding off the god of sunshine and healing isn't that bad, though.
"Thank you, maybe."
A problem might arise, though; infirmaries are usually sterile.
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He scoops her up and starts making his way out of the crater. "So other than something to eat, is there anything in particular you need? This is slightly outside what I usually see."
To say the least.
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"In my time they were pretty dirty, but people were starting to get ideas about cleanliness." It pauses. "The infirmary! That doctor doesn't keep it clean, does he?" Panic. Panic panic panic. Wait, he'll have to carry her through the Main Bar, won't he? Yes he will.
"The infirmary is fine, there is no doubt that there is still a room in need of sterilization. It looks like something made things a little messy here recently. Yes, put me there, I am sure the doctors will appreaciate the help." A slight predatory tone tinges her speech.
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And they do have to go through the main bar, but he's leery about leaving Amascut there; who knows what that would mean for the patrons (nothing good, he's guessing). So he carries on to the infirmary.