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!]

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[tenacityformed]

I mean both of them.

[faints]

... [ Well he definitely looks up. Deep down he really does want to look up on his own, it's just...hard. ]

[occulthymns]

[Progress! Kind of.

She quickly scrambles onto the hand.]

fo;awiejf dat face

[tenacityformed]

[He won't ever admit how much it hurts to have Roxas look at him like that, so he gives him a confident smile, squeezing his shoulder.]

We're partners, right? We stick together. No matter what happens, I'll be with you. I'm not in a hurry to lose you again.

;u; HE WAS SOU WORRIED

[faints]

[ Roxas clenches his hands as his brow furrows--he recognizes that expression now, and not just from his time in Asgard ]

It....it happened before, when I thought--

Everyone was...annihilated. It said that, I remembered.

[faints]

[ A glance between the two and he's not sure who looks more grim, but he manages a smile of his own back to return theirs. It may not look as back but there sure is a lot of red... ]

Um...where did you want these?

late afternoon

[kabukihime]

[Alto had been fighting all day, though even with his rashness, he'd managed not to get injured, but about mid-afternoon his luck had run out in his battle with a larger monster. It had gotten close enough in its injured state to lash out with its claws and he'd received a graze across his bicep. This was nothing in comparison to other injuries he'd gotten, so he'd fought on.

He did manage to kill it, though by then he could feel the warm blood dripping down his arm. One of his fellow Travelers had insisted that he go get it bandaged, and with a stubborn sigh he finally agreed to do so.

That brought him here, and he spotted Simon tending to some other wounded Travelers. He sat nearby and waited his turn, his hand against the wound to keep pressure and stop the bleeding. It really wasn't that deep, why was everyone so worried?]

[extradite]

[ The palm is raised to the robot's visor - it isn't quite a meeting of stern glances, not with the mecha's opaque glass for its 'eyes,' but it will do.

Shinji finally speaks up again, patient. ]

If I can't pilot again, you can't do your - witch spells either.

1/2 ;oawehgoij sob

[tenacityformed]

[freezes, not quite able to keep a brief look of shock off his face. From what he's been told nothing like that has happened here in Asgard before, so that could only mean-]

[tenacityformed]

...But I wasn't, right?

[there's a cautious pause as he debates whether or not he should pursue this.]



What are you remembering, Roxas?

[faints]

I don't... I think--it was from before. I don't know. All I remember is not being able to think because my chest hurt. And I was told over and over you were all gone, and it was the worst feeling in the world.

[tenacityformed]

I won't let that happen this time. I'll stay with you until this whole thing is over.

[faints]

No matter what?

[sicarius]

[Even for a mentor, war is tiring, difficult. Ezio is no stranger to aches and wounds, even at this age. But despite protests of him needing rest, he moves around, still- focused on all in the Arena and looking over the damage. When that is done, he makes his way back to the Bureau, glad to see Malik there.

There's much they need to discuss, both in observation and through ideas.]

Salute, Malik. [A nod.] You are not injured, I hope?

[tenacityformed]

Yeah. No matter what.

[faints]

[ I hope you're prepared to be hugged mister, because that's exactly when Roxas is going to stand up on his knees and throw his arms around you to do ): You really have nooo idea how badly he needed you here ]

[singlehandedly]

Safety and peace, Ezio.

[He answers this over his shoulder, then setting aside the throwing knives he's cleaned. Knowing their supply is limited, he tried his best to pick the ones he used back up, but there are still less than when he set out. It's a simple task of maintenance, but he finds this clears and calms his mind.

Even now, despite the exhaustion, he is tense. Angry with Altaïr at his foolishness, worried for Alice and her careless way of fighting, but also impressed with the others in this city. In all, there is too much on his mind, and it won't let him rest.

Turning reveals a few cuts in his robe he has not mended yet, stains of soot and of blood he has not yet bothered to wash out.]

No, I am not. Anymore, at least, thanks to the kindness of the healers. What brings you here?

[tenacityformed]

[he's prepared , wrapping his arms around Roxas tightly. There's not much he can do to alleviate his fears except to do whatever it takes to make good on that promise.]

I've got you.

[faints]

[ And for now this is alright. It's just the reassurance, the feel of Lea actually being there that Roxas needs; his hands will clutch at the taller's shirt and he'll sniff a bit, but he doesn't let him cry and just stays there for several long moments ]

[tenacityformed]

[isn't in a hurry to let him go, just as content to keep him close until Roxas is ready to pull away.]

[faints]

[ That might be a while :c but-- ]

...I'm sorry.

[tenacityformed]

For what?

[lethechained]

[Naminé is no stranger to silence, and though this time as many before she's fine with leaving it be, it does make her look over at Hanako, considering her a moment before offering an attempt at an encouraging smile.]

[lethechained]

[There definitely is, but,]

You can put them over there for now.

[Because even if she'd rather that particular mess also be kept out of Roxas' sight, mightn't it also be kind of counter-productive to ask him to take care of it because she's busy healing at the moment? For a second she still looks like she might say something else, but then she presses her lips together and looks back at her work.]

[5thchild]

[ Kaworu was about to move the robot again, but the question forces him to stop and look over his shoulder at Shinji ]

Name it...? [ why should they name it? It's an inanimate soulless robot with nothing but its look to make it remotely living. ]