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END OF ARC 2: PART THREE OF THREE

Who: ANYONE going on the infiltration into Thrymheim and EVERYONE inside the city when the caravan returns!
What: The return to Asgard with Freyr’s soul ( meaning: a lot more travelling ).
When: Days 281 - 283 ( June 16 - 21)
Where: Asgard, Thrymheim, and the road inbetween.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

[ Days 281 - 282 will be spent travelling again back through the terrain from before. Thiazi's minions will be hot on the caravan's tail, leaving them to messy skirmishes every time there's need to stop or they manage to interrupt the path forward. It won't be unmanageable, but it will be difficult, and though their numbers aren't great, it is strongly advised to clear off as many as possible for proceeding. The sooner you get back to the city, the better.

And not a moment too soon. In the dead of night on Day 282, Asgard's walls will come into view with three figures standing just before it: Thor, Jormungand and Fenrir. The caravan will race past them without pause, and the Travellers will be able to see the gods engaging whatever remaining forces there may be as they pass through the city gates into safety. Anyone healed enough or still within the city is welcome to join them in the fight, but the ones entrusted to the chest's delivery should continue on directly to the castle where Odin is waiting for it.

Travellers inside the city that aren’t getting involved in the fight should feel welcome to help with the caravan’s return. There will be injuries to treat, wagons to mend, horses to calm and attend. The Natives will come out to help as well, creating a general air of movement and bustling about as everyone tries to get things cleared out and settled.

By the sunrise of Day 283, all of Thiazi's tag-alongs will be killed and Odin, Hel, and Heimdall will depart the city through the Gate of Fire. The city will be kept on high alert during their absence, though no one can say for sure where they're going or what they plan to do with Freyr's soul kept securely in that box. Thor, Jormungand and Fenrir stay alert at the southeastern gate while Baldr, Loki and Sigyn guard the north. Several Natives across the entire city will stand vigil in the streets, praying silently to and for their gods’ and everyone’s safe deliverance. Everyone is awake, and yet everything seems terribly still in the silence, like one drop of water waiting to fall.

Evening falls with still no sign of anyone’s return, but around dusk, a heavy vibration will echo through the city, seemingly travelling from north to south and shaking any plant life along the way. Travellers will feel it pulse inside them as it passes, but it will be soundless and harmless, passing otherwise insignificantly. The gods return a few hours after that - but they alone.

Whether or not they were successful remains to be seen . . . ]

[ OOC NOTES: This is the final log of three for the Save Our Souls plot! Please put the day/location in the title of your comment along with [OPEN/CLOSED]. The first log can be found here and the second can be found here. If you would like an NPC in any of your threads, feel free to give us a bump in your direction and let us know if you have any questions! ]
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Day 282 let's have some death up in heeere

[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2013-06-19 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are things to be done... everywhere, really. But he could see there were a lot of people ready to help the ones who stayed with the caravans, so he goes to have a look at the rest because he knows he'll find at least a few of His People there. At the very least Jamie. Because Jamie is a soldier.

But it still takes him a good while to find anyone he recognises. Who just so happens to be Jamie.

Who just so happens to be very occupied and who just so happens to have an enemy approaching from behind, and quickly. And there isn't time and too much noise to call out.

He rushes forward, shoves his way through the chaos and something nicks him in the arm on the way, but he doesn't notice. The only thing on his mind is that he needs to grab onto the sword of that Giant, and he leaps and does exactly that.

But, of course, he hardly has the same superhuman strength as he usually does. He's pretty sure he manages to twist the Giant's arm some, and he has enough control over the sword for a moment to give a leg a decent cut. But that's it, and before the Giant has to turn his attention elsewhere, he manages to drive the sword into the Doctor's side.

For a moment there's only blinding, searing pain through all of it, one that forces a pained sound from him as he stumbles. It's a battlefield and not a good idea to just fall over on someone who fights in it, but the Doctor can't keep track of his feet and barrels straight into Jamie. Which is the one support there is and he grabs onto it desperately, fingers clenching convulsively in Jamie's jacket as the world starts getting a little bit clearer. ]

Oh.
Edited 2013-06-19 23:18 (UTC)
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;_;

[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-06-20 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[By this time, the battle at large has become a bit of a blur. Jamie's attacks are more focused on the enemy he's engaging - in particular the giant he's currently facing, who is a fierce fighter indeed. While he's aware that his back is vulnerable, he's hard pressed to do anything other than dodge and weave and attempt to avoid the blows from the enemy in front of him. He isn't aware specifically of the approaching danger from the second giant, and he isn't aware of the Doctor's intervention until it's too late.

Just as he finally manages to take his opponent down with a well-timed thrust, a much smaller shape goes crashing into him and very nearly unbalances him altogether, sending him staggering back and causing him to drop his own sword. Some deeply embedded instinct causes him to clutch the other person back, steadying them both, and he's about to snap something about the other man trying to get the both killed when he realizes who it is he's clinging on to - and just how badly he's hurt.]


Doctor!

[If he had the strength to pick up the Doctor and carry him off to the side, he would in a heartbeat. As it is, he does his best to so anyway, holding onto the Doctor and trying to pull him back away out danger and towards one of the healers that must surely be around there somewhere. Heedless of the blood that's staining his jacket, he looks around frantically for someone, anyone that might be able to do something.]

Help! I need some help over here!
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-20 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight wasn't there to see it happen, but as he's darting through the melee to find more wounded, he hears Jamie's cries and his heart stops.

No, no no no...

But when he drops to his knees next to Jamie, he finds Eleven, and all that blood.]


I'm here. I'm here.

[It's all he can manage to say through the lump in his throat as he presses his hands to the wound, trying desperately to pour what little first-level healing magic he had into his future self, but it just wasn't enough. The blood just kept coming.]

Come on. Come on!
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[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2013-06-20 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's enough awareness in him to try and help Jamie get him to the side, but crap, this hurts. It's difficult to breathe through it even if his lungs seem to be intact, and he grits his teeth together, shakes his head to try and clear it some, and reaches to smooth his hand over Jamie's hair because. It's okay. Or it will be, at least.

Ah, and there's him. Not really who he had been wanting to see, although maybe he would have preferred that from the start, rather than Jamie. This isn't... quite as he planned. A bit unfortunate. ]

Stop it.

[ It's very strained, but he obviously means it, and he shoves Eight's hands away to replace them with one of his own. Because he has level three, and he should be able to--

Well. Would, if it wasn't so hard to focus. It works for a moment, he can tell, but he's tired and hurt and he doesn't seem to have the energy for it at all. ]

Ah. Well. That's that.

[ He can tell there's nothing to do, so he'll just. Find himself in that, then. ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-20 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eight is about to protest when he sees Eleven start trying to heal himself. Surely, since Eleven has been around longer, he knows how to do this even better, right?

But it's not working.

His hands go to the white t-shirt he's wearing under his jacket, but he stops. With a wound this bad, if magic wasn't going to heal it, binding it isn't going to do anything but make the suffering last longer.]


No...no, this can't be happening.

[His voice is hollow and he just...stares numbly at Eleven. There's nothing he can do, nothing anyone can do, but watch his future self bleed out. No regeneration, no quick healing. Just bleeding out.]

Please, don't.
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-06-20 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jamie gives the Doctor a slightly encouraging and fond smile when his hair is smoothed down, doing his best to stay positive for the other man. The wound's bad, but someone will be there to help soon. When Eight arrives, he's relieved, at first. He's seen the healing powers at work before. The bird he'd helped Naminé with had been fine right away, and the Doctor will be okay too. But when first Eight and then Eleven himself aren't able to make any noticeable difference with the wound, the relief drains away, the expression on his face turning much more troubled.]

It's not working.

[He lifts his head, his eyes a mix of anguish over what part of him knows is coming - he's seen it before all too many times - and denial over the situation. It's the Doctor. He can't die. Especially not over something like saving him. He's done that so many times for Jamie the Scot's lost track, and he's been perfectly fine after. Now can't possibly be the one time where he's not.]

Why isn't it working?

[Maybe he can run, get someone from Heimdall who can take part of the wound, make it less traumatic. If that's the case, maybe then one of them could fix the rest. But he knows on some level it wouldn't work. And he finds he can't leave the Doctor's side, instead sinking to his knees to cradle his best friend in his arms and watch his life slip away. He tries, and manages, the smallest of smiles, although there's something strained to it that he can't mask.]

Hey, ye can't go out like this. How are ye supposed to save the worlds if you're not here?
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[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2013-06-20 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's getting difficult to really focus on anything and the Doctor finds himself more easily staring into nothing. Still, he tries, of course. Tries to look at Jamie, and he does notice the smile, which he returns with one of his own. Dear Jamie...

If he has to die, doing so in one of his friends' arms isn't so bad. Maybe not terribly nice on them, but he would rather be a little mean to them than have to be the one to hold them in his arms as they slipped away.

He smiles because it's Jamie, really, so it comes easily, sincerely, and he moves a hand to cover one of Jamie's. ]

Ah, I forgot to mention that, didn't I...? It's not... permanent. I'll be back, don't worry... And don't ask me... how. Or when. I don't know. So... look after the others. Both of you.

[ Thinking's getting difficult, but there's one more thing he needs to say that's very important. Very important, and hasn't he said it a lot? Because he's... Well. No, he's not really, but he also is. Not for protecting Jamie, but for dying? A bit.

At the very least, they deserve to hear it. A very important word. ]

And... I'm sorry.

[ His head is feeling heavier, but Jamie's arm is pretty nice. Warm, definitely. Now if only he could raise his own and... there. Yes. Just one last touch to Jamie's cheek, that'll do.

Now he'll just... close his eyes and it'll be like falling asleep. He has wondered what happens when a Traveller dies here. Now he'll at least find that out, if not the greyness. Not entirely a waste, although he better not say that to the others. He has a feeling they wouldn't appreciate it whatsoever.

He probably couldn't say it, anyway. Not much strength left, just... Jamie's arms, those are the only strength he needs right now.

So he drops his arms, and lets death take him. ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-21 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Eight can only watch helplessly. He is totally drained of healing energy, and if even Eleven's higher powered version did nothing, there really is absolutely nothing he can do.]

But...Rose... [Rose has been gone for days at that point and hasn't returned. Maybe she wouldn't. What if he doesn't come back either?

He really is trying not to panic as Eleven slips further and further away.

And then, he's gone, and Eight just sits there, staring wide-eyed at Eleven's lifeless body.]


Jamie, I-- I tried...
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-06-21 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[That confirms something Jamie'd suspected but not outright asked about before, when Calliope had been gone and likely dead. She'd turned up again, but it'd taken some time. It's a comfort, but a tiny one, swallowed up in the more immediate moment as Eleven reaches up and touches his cheek one last time.]

D-doctor? No, wait. Don't...

[Don't go, he wants to say. Don't leave us, don't leave me. But he can feel the Doctor's body go slack in his arms, and he knows that there's no point in finishing. Instead, he continues to cradle Eleven in his arms, feeling his throat tighten and his eyes burning in a way that he hasn't felt in a long time as he looks down at the still body of his friend. When he looks up at Eleven again, his eyes are suspiciously bright.]

I-I know ye did. It's not your fault, Doctor.

[It's Jamie's fault, isn't it? If he'd only paid better attention, hadn't let that giant slip up behind him, then they wouldn't be here now. And his voice sounds oddly small to his ears when he speaks again.]

He...he did it for me. To save me.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-21 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[His throat tightens further as he stares at Jamie. It takes a moment to process the young man's words, but then he manages to shake himself out of it just enough to wrap an arm around his shoulders.]

Well, if I know myself -- and I usually do -- then that is the one way I'd prefer to go.

[He holds onto Jamie as Jamie holds onto Eleven's body, not knowing what else to say, and not sure he could say it if he did without his voice wavering like crazy.]
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-06-23 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a small part of him that appreciates that comfort in ways he can't fully express, but he finds he can't let go of Eleven, not just yet. Instead he lets his eyes slip closed for a moment, the line of his jaw tightening as he swallows. But they don't stay closed for long, his gaze refocusing and fixing back onto Eight.]

Aye, maybe so. But it didn't have to be this way. It shouldn't have been this way. Not when I could've dodged the blow.

[Even if he had gotten hit, if Eleven was right there, things would've been different. He's certain of it.]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-23 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[What is it with all of his selves and his companions blaming themselves for everything. Even he did it. Maybe it's why they get along so well. Always willing to put the blame on their own shoulders. Well...almost always. Turlough had always been a law unto himself.

He gives Jamie a sad smile and shakes his head.]


Jamie...it's not like he gave you a chance to, did he?
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-06-25 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
No, he didn't.

[And that upsets him just as much in some ways. It's exactly something like that that makes him believe the Doctor needs looking after. Only...he didn't do such a good job of that, this time. He falls quiet until Eleven's body vanishes, then lets his hands fall to either side, still not quite ready to get back to his feet.]

Do ye think he's right, and he'll come back? Rose hasn't, yet.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eight stares off into the middle distance for a moment, warring between optimism and despair. Sure, they're supposed to be back, but where was Rose?]

I don't know. I'd like to hope so, but I'm running low on hope these days.

Still, maybe there's a chance that he'll return, and he'll have found Rose on the way.
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-06-29 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shoots the Doctor a troubled look at that. If he's running low on hope, that's not a good sign.]

Or we can go back to that Nifle place and talk to Hel about it, could we not? That's where they'd go. Loki said all the mortal souls go there.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-30 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is a definite improvement from his outlook a week before he arrived in Asgard, which was utterly devoid of hope.]

We could, indeed. Though, we'd have to go with the knowledge that Hel could be rather put off by us returning to bother her again.

Still, no reason not to. What's my life if not a constant stream of irritating people calling themselves gods?
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-07-02 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Even with the nightmare he'd shared with the Doctor, Jamie still hadn't quite caught on to the fact that Eight had been so utterly devoid of hope. Likely that's a good thing, because who knows what would've happened if he have.

But for now, he thinks maybe it's a temporary thing. If the Doctor comes back, if Rose comes back, then maybe it'll be a little better. And if not, well, then, they'd just have to go see Hel again, even if she was put off by it. That would still have to come later, though. There's other things to worry about first.]


Aye, except we've a battle to get through first. Now where...

[Jamie pushes himself to his feet, his eyes automatically casting around for the sword he'd had to drop out of necessity earlier, spotting it a short distance away.]

Ah, there it is.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
You're right. Absolutely. [He seems a bit distracted for a moment, then shakes himself out of it.

Then, he heaves himself up to his feet and looks around.]


I should find people in need of patching up and get them out of danger.

[Before he goes, he turns to give Jamie an intensely serious look.]

Come out of this alive, do you understand me?
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-07-05 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Jamie moves to retrieve the sword, but when he straightens back up, he gives the Doctor a serious look to match the one that's being directed at him.]

Aye. Ye best do the same, Doctor. I don't want to lose any more of ye today.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-05 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
I will. I promise.

[He lightly slaps the young man on the shoulder, nods, and moves back into the crowd to look for more wounded.]
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2013-07-05 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[As long as Eight stays alive, too, he can get through this. He has to get through this, because if nothing else, he's got a song to play for a very dear friend. And that is something that he means to do - so he nods in return before turning the opposite way and re-joining the battle.]