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

try not to sob too much ;;

[bloodypocket]

Yes you are. [Physically exhausted, emotionally wounded. He was not going to leave her alone anytime soon.]

[tenacityformed]

It's just a change of name and heart, not a whole change in persona.

But I guess you luck out because if we all live through this I'll need something new to wear anyway - the coat's pretty much destroyed.

[writeswrongs]

Ok, here's the abbreviated version of it. Several hundred years ago, a bunch of Europeans, mostly people from England migrated to a new part of the world that had recently been discovered by them. There they tried to create their own separate nation based on the principles that everyone was equal and deserved equal rights. They fought a war over it and won. In setting up their government they chose not to have nobility or kings and queens, but to rely on the will of the majority in most cases.

[tenacityformed]

[just keeps it light, gentle. One hand rubs slowly up and down his back, attempting to be somewhat soothing. There isn't really anything to back up his words - he can only hope. Hope that if they don't win the battles now, if they lose completely, their end will be swift. Hope that if they do win...maybe there will still be time. ??? deserves what little happiness he can hold on to in whatever time they have left here.

But hope is really all that he can try to give him.]

[writeswrongs]

[Running after Beckett. That sounds.. uneventful.]

Running... through Thor, actually. Beckett and I were trying to cut one of their monsters off at the pass.

[Or Beckett was. Castle was making sure Beckett didn't die.]

[suppressthedark]

[Shinji you're hideous.

He shakes his head though, looking away for a moment.]

I don't really think she's like that.

[He looks at the Mecha again, nodding.]

Cleaning it, huh. Are you planning on using this thing?

[suppressthedark]

He is. He's a Zanpakuto-A soul cutter.

[And then he frowns.]

Or...he was. Now, he's just a sword.

[Stupid not being able to have your powers. :|]

[suppressthedark]

[He nods and stands up, patting the top of her head like an older brother to his little sister.]

I'll go get you something. Wait here, alright?

[He's off, and soon (he may have used a little bit of his speed, whups) he's back, with a small tray of food-a sandwich and a cup of soup with a glass of water.]

It's not much, but I can try to get you seconds if you're still hungry.

[key_illusion]

[Hope is almost a foreign concept to ???, and he doesn't accept it so easily. Being comforted is something he's learned to expect at times, so the little motions Lea goes through is easier to accept. It does help, but despite the earlier energy transfer, he feels tired once again. So, when he finally calms down enough to put back on a disconnected mask, his arms loosen and fall to his sides.]

I gotta go.

[tenacityformed]

Yeah, okay.

[drops his hands slowly when ??? pulls away. He does look tired, but at this point there isn't much else he can do for him, given the limitations of his power. Some sleep and rest will probably help get him recharged (literally. . .) for the next fight.]

Make sure you check in with Roxas. He's probably worried about you.

[sworntovalor]

I have heard naught of these realms -- [but then again he hasn't heard of most things he's seen or learned of here] but that is a noble concept.

[Arthur would be chosen every time he has no doubt in the matter. And maybe it would have spared some of the horrors suffered under Uther's reign.]

[key_illusion]

It's fine. [His reply is quiet as well, and he moves a hand up to pet through her hair. He's not too happy with the guilt present in her voice, so he gives a sigh in return. At least they've both come out of their little emotional breaks fairly quickly, even if there's still an immense amount of pain present.]

I like it when you're honest with your feelings.

[key_illusion]

Right...I'll get to that. [But first, he needs to do a few things before that. If he's going to do anything for himself before being returned to the data-scape, it might as well be ice cream.]

Good luck on the battlefield.

[tenacityformed]

...You, too.

[and with luck it won't be the last time they see each other.]

[key_illusion]

[Guess finding him pinned to a overturned cart isn't that bad. ??? gives a small nod at that before pulling his hood back into place, and he turns to leave with a slight wave.]

[lethechained]

--....

[Well, after last time, she can confidently say,] No. I... learned my lesson about that. [She smiles slightly, blatantly self-effacing.] And there are too many people that make sure to remind me.

[lethechained]

[Naminé is nothing if not good at neglecting her own feelings, are burying them or working through them. It's something she had to learn from practically the beginning and something she's had much practice with. All the same, there's a slight stiffenig at his words, her hand slowing to a stop.]

[It's not hard to tell what she's thinking; that this isn't about real feelings, just-- she's not even sure what it would count as. Concern? Dislike of how things have to be? Could those be considered feelings, or are they other constructs, safe for her to lay claim to? She says nothing about it, even if her response is obvious, and slowly resumes the motion, letting out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. It's late and almost clumsy, but,]

... I... know I don't speak my mind very often. I'm-- sorry for that, too.

[Because clearly those were thoughts, but if he wants to call them feelings, it's just open enough--]

[deadcenter]

Not for me.

[And he'll move to take a step back from her.]

So how are you still in one piece? Woulda thought a scrawny thing like you would have been hurt for sure. Buahaha!

she will try not to form a lake ;;

[saving_sound]

[Another teensy shake.]

Not... even scratched. Not like... like everybody...

E-everybody else...

[Even like this... she's still doing so much better than many of those who had brought in...]

[saving_sound]

[She may have started dozing a little there, but when he gets back--

Wow that looks like a lot to eat right now. She has to wonder if her stomach will even have room for it all.]

That... should be more than enough. I don't know if I could finish it...

[saving_sound]

"Maybe...? I haven't looked at the food very much." Too busy patching people up to stop. Although tea does sound really good right now...

"I'm not even sure where it would be..."

[saving_sound]

[...Okay yeah she can't even come up with a good argument against that while fully awake, much less barely conscious. Instead, she simply bows her head, feeling rather ashamed at all of this.]

...Sorry you have to do this.

[revivepartner]

Doesn't seem right, not fighting, I mean.

[...There's some silence as he fingered one of his miniaturized Pokéball, after all, fighting alone and without a friend is completely different than fighting alone with his Pokémon; he knew that, but still...

...It's better than just wishing that the idiot was there with him.]

[revivepartner]

'Have to'? What, this your job or something?

[It's a staring competition over here...]

[burntviolet]

...

It wasn't a shocker, not as much as she might have seen coming. Her fear, though, overruled the certainty that Hisao felt that kind of love towards her. The fear of rejection, the fear that after this they would have been separated forever. It would come off as irrational after this, but... the the revelation brightens her heart even stronger, thanks to that.

"Hisao..." Hanako was speechless. As he walked towards her, so pale and rigid, her senses came back, and her hands reached a little forward to support him in case he was going to collapse right there.