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]

No, we have animals... I learned they're quite similar to Pokemon, but not quite.

[ We don't have giant insects or cool dragons here. :( ]

[comeonthensexy]

You're always this stubborn, aren't you?

[comeonthensexy]

[ The Doctor could relate. He wasn't generally very good at keeping track of chronological time. ]

From Day One, then?

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, yes, that's right!

[ It does bring a chuckle from him, though. Well done, Simon. ]

I'm fine.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, hey, those crackers actually look really good. He'll take some too. "You don't think they have tea around here, do you?"

[foodshortage]

Certainly.

[ He gives a soft chuckle, but his expression sobers the next moment, into something more solemn. If he could remember it...

There are things he needs to say, just in case, but, god, as if he knows where to begin. ]

[foodshortage]

But little rest is still rest.

[needsmoregreen]

Hm? How so?

There are some animals in my world but how are the ones in your world similar?

[eggsterminate]

You know it.

[Giving him a smile.]

[seventeenpills]

She nodded.

His heartrate soared and he closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths. He wasn't going to let this end the same way it had with Iwanoko. He'd come too far for that. All the stress of being in a war coupled with a lack of sleep and a lot of physical exertion - all these factors were conspiring against him. But he wouldn't let them win. The girl he loved just told him without words what he'd been yearning to know for so long now. And she was lucid, not drunk. She owed him nothing and had no reason to lie to him. The world was being brought down around their ears by Gods and Giants and the armies of men and elves, but knowing that she loved him... well. It was a bight spot in an otherwise bleak horizon and he was going to hold onto that no matter what his physical heart decided to do.

"....I love you, Hanako Ikezawa."

He opened his eyes and took a step forward. He was still pale and his breathing was a little labored, but the look of determination on his face was unmistakeable.

"I wish I was brave enough to tell you so before the world went crazy, and I wish I'd been the man you needed me to be before so we didn't have to spend the last month apart."

[darkbreak]

[And that's perfectly fine with Riku.]

...Can't imagine why? I have a feeling sheep don't like me too much.

[darkbreak]

[Meat? He would have been more than satisfied with fruit.

But he grabs a small piece, nods a thanks and munches on it, watching her from the corner of his eye to see if she'll take a piece herself.]

[darkbreak]

Well, maybe if you died your hair a different colour, or put on make up, get a different pair of boots...

Maybe then I'll get it right.

[Secret bonus hint, Lea: YOU LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME.]

[key_illusion]

[A moment of silence passes, and ??? still can't think of anything to say to that. It hurts that she sounds so sad though, but at the same time he wants to her to feel it and react on it. It would hurt even more if she didn't, but that's a different kind of hurt entirely. Right now, however, he simply holds her close and rubs her back because there's no good words here that wouldn't be upsetting in some way. It's futile to think wishes work, even in a place like Asgard. There's still something he can do though-- as long as he fights to keep the worlds from being reset, that's something keeping things from getting worse.]

[key_illusion]

[As much as ??? is averse to physical contact, he doesn't try to flee or break away when Lea takes him into his arms. However, he glances toward the ground and remains silent before he leans his head against the redhead. Eventually, he returns the embrace as well, but he still can't believe in Lea's words.]

[lethechained]

[She squeezes her eyes shut, but says nothing, leaving the silence be. There doesn't seem to be anything to say, at first, though she is quietly ashamed of herself for such an outburst. Upon realizing he's chosen to rub her back, she sucks in a breath; goodness, how could she forget herself like that? He's the one who's-- getting the short end of the deal, here. And she she does so, too, silly though it may or may not be, and rubs gentle circles on his back as well, the quiet stretching on a few moments longer, then,]

... I'm sorry.

[It's very quiet and a little guilty.]

[nukeoleptic]

[ She does, though she eats it quickly and mechanically, like she's not really tasting it. Finally, almost reluctantly, she admits: ]

This is so dumb. All of it.

[takes_careofher]

[ As he finishes cleaning the wound, he puts aside the cloth and begins to bandage it. ]

I can give you something to ease the pain, but you need to rest for awhile. Try not to get into anything too... dangerous.

[ironclad]

It's not a problem. [ She bows in the same style as a Pokémon Center nurse. ] Do you mind if I ask how you were injured?

[ironclad]

Its main body is about the size of my head. And it has magnet-like appendages coming out each side. [ She puts her hands up to her ears to demonstrate where they would be. Despite the seriousness of the situation, it looks faintly ridiculous. ]

[extradite]

[ His sneakers are dirty, aren't they? The laces are a little torn. How embarrassing. ]

Are you - afraid?

[extradite]

[ And dooooooown to set her on the ground, the mecha hand goes. ]

Take care, Miss Euri. Scold me after.

[circuses]

Okay! Let's patrol together! What have you been doing so far, anyway? [ Of course, she doesn't know anything about the dragon attack. ]

[pratentious]

We have been met with countless creatures of ice and fire today, and yet I can tell you with certainty there is nothing more frightening than a woman that loves you and knows how to wield a sword.

[ Morgana is a wonder among wonders, and they make for a pair rather unlike any other. They were siblings before they were siblings (before the chance to be siblings was taken away from him, before she left) and maybe that is something to fear. The lengths we go to for the people we love -

This is good, though, to see Jackson smiling and making jokes, however small they might be. It's a step in the right direction, and Arthur shoots him a narrowed glance. ]

If there is one thing I never quite managed to adapt to, it is your age's vernacular.

[ He wonders, vaguely, what would happen if he were to remember Asgard and one day say 'Sir Dumbass' in Court, or to his men. It makes him smile just a little; the stories he would have to tell them. ]

Kay was young then, and nervous as could be. He still drinks too much on the eve before battle, but the night is for toasts to home and honour. If there were any to spare, we might spill a goblet or two.

[ What are age limits? Arthur would totally drink with a sixteen year old. ]

[bloodypocket]

You aren't pushing your health too far in the process, are you? [He's already had to speak with a few of the medics and healers for exhausting themselves, and the battle hardly seemed as though it would cease anytime soon.]