OPERATION: DRAGON BREATH

[asgardmods]

This is a catch-all log for people reacting in-person to the whole dragon declaring war on Asgard thing.

Feel free to try to fight him or the fires he leaves or to otherwise panic!

Be careful of burning debris!

Also, please put the general location in your thread starters so people close together can communicate!

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WEAPONS AND ARMOR

[vacationisalie]

[You know, a fun fact about fabric.]

[It burns.]

[Roxas is stationed in the blacksmiths on the very edge of the Heimdall; but more than once, he's rushed out to throw a bucket of water over some hapless fool who got a little to friendly with the fire off of burning debris, or directly from the dragons path of flames. Up and down the street, these heroic bucket dashes are being made; and when he isn't doing that, he's holding the fort, watching out for those a little more lively from the rest and shoving weapons into their hands. A shield.]

It's dangerous out there! Take these with you!



[ooc; I had to so that makes it okay, right? A communications log is here for those who are looking to talk to Roxas before snatching and dashing.]

[briochetime]

[Have one (1) Allen, somewhat sooty and gently broiled around the edges but he'll live. He's here purely by coincidence -- he hasn't had time to check the bracelets between the sheer shock of the attack and... everything else. But. HERE HE IS ANYWAY.

Mostly, he's been following the dragon. He almost misses Roxas entirely until he ends up splashed by Bucket of Water #32398879 by proxy as he passes a lit-up area.]

Wha--! Please watch where you're-- [blink] You...

[A slightly guilty look at the quelled flames he'd been just about to pass by. Perhaps he's being a little too single-minded.]

Do you need help here?

[dai]

[He's come down from the rooftops to assist, but the figure handing weapons out to the general public has caught his attention, taking him off course for a moment in which the manner was only to grab the bucket to bring back up with him, to carry as a precaution. His brows furrow and while he carries weapons on his person, many of them hidden--throwing knifes get lost easily and are not so simple to retain once more if lost. So on his way back to the platform from which he leapt, he reaches out free hand and places it on the others shoulder amongst the chaos.

If the dragon was to come near, it was best to be prepared.] Boy.

[Malik greets in his accented tone, the reply not an order nor was it too kind--it was serious as always and what the situation called for.] You wouldn't happen to carry throwing blades?

[lethechained]

[It does indeed, but fortunately, Naminé is not someone who needs to be doused. By now, she's gotten quite tired (and being dressed for much colder weather does not exactly help) so her previous running has turned into a determined fast walk. One of those heroic bucket dashes is what catches her eye, and she turns when she sees a very familiar figure out of the corner of her eye just in time to see him put out some unfortunate native of the city. Immediately, she comes to a stop, blatantly staring. Is that--?]

[oresamazing]

Ahn~? [Well, okay, he didn't need a weapon right now, but a saber's gonna do more good than harm in the future if he had one.]

What's your finest saber?

[bloodyperky]

[ it's when he passes by the area, pausing to catch his breath from his search, that he finds a shield in his face. blinking in surprise, he almost finds himself, reaching for a weapon out of reflex, before he vaguely recognizes the person holding the shield. ]

You-- [ he quickly takes it. ] ... thanks.