END OF ARC 1: DAY 169-170 DOWNTIME

[asgardmods]

[The first battle is over, but the second will begin any time. For two days, the enemy forces will remain on the other side of the battlefield, working on strategy and tending to their wounded. Both sides have taken heavy losses, and the Arena is full of the hurt and dying.

The battlefield itself has turned to a bloody, muddy mess. The elves will be asking the Army Engineers group and anyone else willing to help them lay timber and gravel out to make the ground easier to walk on for the next battle.

What will you do in your breathing space? Keep working, mourn your losses, or retreat from the horrors of war?]


[ooc note: This log takes place IC on Days 169-170/Nov 4-7. Please be sure you've read the plot post and the battle log's starting info thoroughly. Make absolutely sure that you include the day/rough time in the subject line of top-level comments, as well as if your thread is open or closed.

In addition to the battle log, there is a full-event log for those hiding out in Folkvang here. If you have any questions, please direct them to the mod post so everyone else can see them!]

Comments

[burntviolet]

[ There's yet another nod from her. ] Especially if we're so much exposed to danger, and there is no way to get out of it unless we find it out ourselves...

[lethechained]

Yes.... But you know, help can come to you when you least expect it. Not that you can always plan on that, but-- I've seen some amazing things happen, that way.

[tradingsecrets]

[Finnick has been wandering around in a daze. It's one of the few times he's allowed himself to get lost from Annie. It doesn't take too long for him to bump into Morgana. He looks exhausted and he was definitely hit on his side somewhere since the cloth is hanging off his torso and the edges are stained with blood.

He steadies himself and then smiles apologetically.]

Hey.

[He really should be resting, but something about this fight is harder than the one that he had fought previously in panem. His fingers grip the trident in his hand, causing his knuckles to go white. What if there was an attack and Annie wasn't gone off the scene again? She was already having problems. His net is slung over one of his shoulders as well, his free hand reaching up to fiddle with it. Oops there was a small hole in the net. Finnick sits on the ground to look at the damage. ]

Have you seen Annie?

[tradingsecrets]

Even though they hadn't talked but once, it was hard to forget Uther or Arthur because of their presence and words. So, as Finnick is wandering looking for Annie in the mess of people he spots the other moving towards him. Shifting his net onto his shoulder he uses his trident almost as a leaning post as he offers a small tired smile.

"It's nice to see someone has energy."

[tradingsecrets]

[After he had lost touch with Annie, Finnick had taken to wandering and looking for her. Of course he would ask anyone that he could if they had seen her, but he was at his limit as well. Sitting down, he leaned the trident against a piece of something, he wasn't sure what it was. It felt as it did when he had first gotten here. Something wasn't right with his head.

Annie where are you?

She shouldn't be wandering around. But, there he was and there she was still missing. He'd have to find her eventually. He noticed someone busy, but maybe they had at least seen her.]

Excuse me? Do you have a few seconds?

[It was hard to keep his thoughts in order. After all the prevailing thought right now was finding Annie. But, he tried to put on his nicest smile for the other woman.]

[emblazing]

[ there's more to know about this boy than he's telling her. perhaps it's the dark glances she knows she carries on some of her own days. she watches him quietly ]

So you have?

[emblazing]

[ she's about to move to the next area where she sees a crowd of injured when the voice calls to her. she cants her head in the direction of the sound, violet eyes landing on finnick . ]

I do.

[ she kneels next to him, already studying him to look for injuries. ]

Where were you hurt?

[tradingsecrets]

[Blinking he stares at her for a moment the words registering as she starts to check him over. He waves a hand at her to stay her from getting up close and personal with his prior injuries. Though some of them are healed there are others he hadn't let Annie see, and the blood was slowly seeping into the clothing he was wearing. Of course, he wasn't worried about that.]

I'm okay. Really. I just had a question, have you seen a woman who seems in distress? I'm looking for her.

late tag's late. SORRY <3

[brokennotmad]

[The sight of all the injured has been almost enough to cause Annie to be sick and for her to shut down mentally. But she's resolved to help, to make some sort of difference since she hadn't fought. Though her healing abilities were hardly of any use to anyone with any life threatening injuries, she can at least help those with small cuts and bruises.

Which is why with a moment of hesitation, she's kneeling beside Castle and motioning to the cut on his face.]

I...I can help with that.

[emblazing]

You say this with a wound on your clothes, ser.
[ she's focused on that when he speaks, and her brows wrinkle a little at what he has to say. because it makes very little sense. ]

Have you observed this place recently, ser? There are many such women distressed, women and girls alike.

[tradingsecrets]

This one is different though, she's my wife.

[Normally he wouldn't volunteer the information but, with the blood loss he has going on and the fact that he can't find Annie, he really isn't making much sense anyway. He blinks touching his shoulder where his net was haphazardly thrown over it and shakes his head taking the net down. He starts to check it for holes finding a few places that need repairing.]

Her name is Annie.

[emblazing]

Your lady wife?

[ if she isn't here then..it can hardly bode well. perhaps she was in their house quarters, but in such a time would you leave your wife at home? dany's brows wrinkle a little more. ]

Describe her to me.

[burntviolet]

"... Hisao?"

Hanako turned, pausing from her work to face him. Ah, Hisao... after their talk in the club meeting, there was no other chance to have contact with him. But, they were in a dire situation that didn't leave much room for awkwardness, although she couldn't help but feel her chest tighten a little as he approached. How should she start the conversation... ah, did he bring tea for her?

"Uhm... yes, thank you." She muttered after another pause.

[tradingsecrets]

[Yeah this may not be the time for him to be this vague, but he's that out of it. So he starts to try and describe her.]

She's pretty. Long brown hair, and really big eyes. She's smaller than I am. Oh, and she may just be wandering around by herself. I need to find her.

[He starts to stand up, a little woozy at first as he looks to the other woman, a small grin on his lips.]

I should probably keep looking.

[emblazing]

[ dany listens with a softened heart. part of her thinks he should have stayed with her to begin with, yet it isn't her place. while the young queen may be petite, her grip on his arm when she reaches for him is firm. ]

No. As you are now, your injuries will do more harm to your cause than good. Would you wish your lady wife to see you as injured as you are? Untreated? It would bring no comfort to her.

[ she looks at him with a firm glance ]

Sit down, ser.

[tradingsecrets]

[The hand on his arm is covered with his free hand. The other had reached for his trident, and he had been about to grip it, but she had stopped him. Well, maybe he should listen but he needed to find Annie.]

Sure, okay. I can't deny a beautiful woman a request.

[He sits back down as he leans back pulling off his shirt. He's not ashamed of his body after all, he wasn't known as one of the most desirable and handsome men in Panem for nothing.]

Better?

[saving_sound]

[She awakens at the sound of Hanako's approach, and gives the tiniest of nods. And... once again, she can't help but apologize.]

Thank you. Sorry...

[burntviolet]

... Are you sure of that, Namine-san?

[lethechained]

....

Very sure. I've seen it happen before. Sometimes... life is just strange like that. I don't know if the same thing will ever happen here, but-- it's not hopeless, I suppose is what I'm trying to say.

[revivepartner]

You're not.

[He's just really confused okay.]

That hunk of junk yours?

[burntviolet]

[ ... Hmm. ] I don't know... I guess they're called miracles, in specific, right?

[burntviolet]

It's not your fault. I'm going to check on people now, so you should sleep for the night.

[ She tucks her in a little more, then stands erect. Ah, she's so tired too... her vision is blurring, so she'd better hurry and find a place to sleep too. ]

Day 170

[brokennotmad]

[Annie's eyes are vacant as she stares down at the blood on her hands. She had tried to help. She had tried to help someone long past helping and now... Now she has their blood on her hands.

So had been so much blood and Annie can't stop seeing it.

Her scarlet hand rises to her face, leaving a smear against her pale skin. She can't seem to gather her thoughts, can't keep them quite coherent. The aftermath was too much like the the aftermath of a Game. So much blood. So much pain. And Annie can't stop thinking about that.

And so she continues to stare blankly ahead, her head shaking slightly from side to side.]

[extradite]

[ How stubborn. ]

You have to get up, then.

[ And oh so casually - ]

Don't worry. It's an easy fall.

[extradite]

[ And now for mutual staring. ]

Not really - no. But they said it could be, for the time. If I can get it started. So I'll have to.