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

[burping]

I believe it. I believe that no one is too far gone to be brought back and saved, Morgana. [Mithian just doesn't just how far gone Morgana is and will be.]

[writeswrongs]

[Yeah he's about to blow your mind, Lancelot.]

There are no noblemen, unless you count rich people. They tend to have influence because they have more money, but nobody has any titles. If you're 18 and are a citizen of the country.. ah, sworn allegiance to it, then you can vote.

no worries!

[takes_careofher]

[ He spares her a small smile, trying not to blush at the "cute" comment - he has to seem professional, dammit! ]

You should be fine. It's not that bad. [ Not compared to some of the other casualties he's seen today.

He dampens a cloth with some water and starts to clean the wound, his movements gentle and practised. ]

Do you feel dizzy at all? Any nausea?

[takes_careofher]

[ He cracks a smile at that. It's a tiny smile - barely there - but it's still a smile. ]

I can't help it. I'm a... worrier. Remember?

[takes_careofher]

[ Simon could feel himself beginning to get tired. It had been a long day, the flow of people nearly relentless, but he had to keep going. He finished up with his last patient - a girl with only a few minor cuts and bruises that he could heal with his power - before he moved onto Alto.

Simon took in his hand pressed to his bicep and the blood dripping down his arm and immediately he went to take the bandages from his medkit. ]

Your arm, is it? Let me see.

[takes_careofher]

[ Simon nods, pleased that he will allow his wound to be tended to, and pulls up a chair for Charming. He gestures to it before he starts rifling in his medkit. ]

Please, take a seat.

[eggsterminate]

I know. I'm alright, really. Just a bump to the head.

[She winces and squirms a little at the cloth.]

A bit dizzy.

[circuses]

That's what I thought! I didn't want to just sit by again. I didn't want to cry. So, now we're doing this! Isn't it neat? [ It's a little strange that her only opinion of the situation is 'neat', so far...but that's Regina for you. ]

[redpaintednails]

[You surely are special, missy.] I don't know if I can call this "neat", to be honest. But you're right... sitting by or crying won't do us any favor, so let's do something and be as useful as we can.

[tenacityformed]

[oa;wehgoaiwejf no it is not shush.]

Hey...if there was something I could do, I would.

[faints]

I know...thanks Axel.

--Lea, sorry. I can't get the name out of my head today.

[tenacityformed]

Yeah--whoa-!

[aweogjaowejf tugged along by Sora. Okay, he can't help but smile a bit. But dude he's gonna cramp up if he has to stoop like this the whole way you know.]

[tenacityformed]

It's okay. [fond hair ruffles go here ♥]

You'll get it right when things aren't out to kill us.

It is OK I figured that was what you meant

[seventeenpills]

"I see."

....and where had he been going with that? His throat felt constricted and he tried to breathe evenly. The last thing he wanted to do was have a heart problem here. Why had this been easier when she was drunk? Would this be easier if he was drunk? Probably.

"Well... then... Do you still feel the same way?"

[needsmoregreen]

Really? I don't think your world has pokemon...right? It would be really cool if we were from the same world though!

Also, your country is really lucky! I hope that it continues to be like that! [And for a good long while too]

[deadcenter]

[But of course! He's always just himself.]

Cheh... stop with all that sappy shit, you'll infect me with it.

[occulthymns]

That wouldn't be a bad thing, I think. Nothing wrong with a little compassion.

why hello stranger

[bitofajerk]

[ His immediate instinct is to reply with a curt "no" because like hell he'd want to be associated with McCall. But he had just saved the other's life and like it or not, he was staying with the other boy until it was clear that he'd be in some kind of an okay state. He wasn't sure what that meant -- besides that he must be really, really desperate during this battle time and that Scott was lucky he'd been there. He settles for a shrug instead and motions for Sam to take a seat too if he wants. ]

Something like that. [ He takes in how relatively okay Sam looks, partially pleased that he also won't be finding a dead trouty mouth, but also partially confused. ]

You look pretty okay for someone in the middle of a battle.

[bitofajerk]

So, you've been out there fighting?

[ Now it's his turn to be surprised because he didn't think Derek had it in him to do anything but be a semi-threatening nuisance. War does things, man. Except he remembers how easily he'd beaten Derek in their earlier confrontation and okay, maybe he can't miss a chance to bring that up again (anad gloat). ]

I could say the same about you. [ don't dis their impromptu -- wait, no dis Scott for all he cares. Don't make fun of Jackson's fighting here ] Those monsters sure must be taking it easier on you than I did.

[ Aren't you glad you ran into him in time to see his douchebag smirk? Only for you Derek. ]

[bitofajerk]

[ He knows it'll be hard, but it is as much of a burden for him as it is for the rest of the world!! ]

Have you seen me? Why would you want to ruin this kind of perfection?

[ And it's easy to focus on something as shallow as this because it takes his mind off the very real threat that maybe it wouldn't be as small as a scar. Maybe it'd be a serious injury. Even a permanent one. ]

[burntviolet]

[ Gawd James just sit there and don't worry about her! She'll be back soon with disinfectant and a lot of bandages. She's not good enough to stitch that wound up, but at least she can try to stop the bleeding.

... Right, uh. ]

If you would please take your... er... off... [ The... outfit... yeah. She can't bandage through the clothes obviously. ]

[titties]

The hero types, right? Heheh, I know a guy like that pretty well.

... But, there are a ton of people like that fighting for them, and everyone else here.

[lethechained]

Yes. I do too.

Of course-- they're doing so much for all of us. I guess I just meant... maybe the gods could have found people like that without having to kidnap anyone. At least that way they wouldn't have caused so much trouble for everyone-- but if the gods really didn't have a choice, I suppose I wouldn't know. [Except she can't help thinking they did, with the way things have gone, if only because of their tendency to shuffle people back and forth.]

[burntviolet]

"..."

This was making her uneasy very quickly, not to mention he sounded like he would feeling sick. But... diverting the attention from their talk to his conditions would be seriously unfair. Especially now, such an important matter that they... should definitely clear out, before they had no longer a chance to.

Hanako had been mulling over and over about what she told him... she did remember she definitely said those three words to him. They were fed with alcohol, frustration, anger, strong emotions in general, but it wasn't only that. There was a hint of genuine sentiment, and that made her think, focus on it when her head cleared.

Hisao had become just as important as Lilly during the four months they had been here. They spent basically most of the time together, having breakfast together, going to the library together, taking walks in the park together, taking care of Nashi together, having dinner together. They did many things together, she lost the count.

Excluding the past month where they barely ever talked with each other... surprisingly enough, this period apart from him helped her come to terms with her feelings. She missed him, in the end. She drank, and yelled, and nearly beat him up because she missed him above all her other problems- and she couldn't take it anymore. The separation was slowly tearing her apart. She had control of her emotions when she opened her heart out to him, even for a few seconds, but that was it. Hanako loved him.

But... from reaching that conclusion, to actually tell him that yes, she felt that way, and she wanted to be with him as more than friends-- that was another big leap. She was afraid that she misunderstood his words back there. Maybe he was rejecting her. Who... who the hell knows. Even so, Hisao wouldn't be so cruel to confirm that fact by asking that question. Should she take the risk? Would she handle the hurt in case of a rejection? Would this be... the right time?

...

A loud voice in her head is shouting at her to screw it. Screw it all. They were all going to either die or return to their homes anyway. There wasn't going to be another chance like this anymore.

...

She nodded.

[sworntovalor]

[Wait -- what -- what just happened?]

No noblemen? [But how can that be?] What happened to them? How are decisions ever made if every man of age has a say?