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.

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Comments

[predestination]

Eh... That's no good. [Not reproaching her or anything, but--just lightly concerned. She's painfully learned taking care of yourself is an important part of taking care of others.]

...Do you want to try finding a bench? [One that isn't wrecked, obviously.] It might be nice, to be able to sit down out here.

[sworntovalor]

I will do my best. [He nods seriously] We are sorely understaffed in that area.

[With so many wounded...if she is inexperienced with fighting she will do much more good with a bandage in her hand than a sword.] I will look for her, you have my word.

[And his word means something to him. If he'll see her on the field of battle, she will not stay in it.]

[foodshortage]

Don't worry, I will.

[ He takes a moment to just look at her, take in how she's different, how she's grown from the lonely girl that he took into his castle all those years ago. Something in him swells, makes him feel light and he smiles wider, despite the ache in his chest for what he probably won't ever see back home.

His little girl.

He reaches out and tucks her hair behind her ear. ]

Morgana... So beautiful.

[foodshortage]

[ He snorts quietly. ]

What gave you that one? Ridiculous.

[veneficus]

[ For all her usual haughty attitude, she bows her head with a small smile, clearly, rarely, flattered. ]

Not so much currently, my lord.

[burntviolet]

You don't have to worry about me, I'll manage. [ She's gone through worse health issues, but... she somehow appreciates the offer. ] But sitting for a little while won't hurt... let's go find one.

<3

[tradingsecrets]

[Scuffing his foot into the mud, his eyes look downward as he smiled sheepishly as he supported himself by gripping both hands right under the business part of his weapon.]

Because if you fall over then you won't be working at all. Doesn't sound like a good option, and this is far from over.

[tradingsecrets]

It's okay, if you want to heal me just do what you can.

[He needed to find Annie, and the faster she healed him, the better he'd feel and the less people would stop him to ask if he was okay. However the other was genuinely concerned and he leaned down to take a better look at her.]

What's your name?

[burntviolet]

... Perhaps. [ There needs to be a dragon testing it out, but... EW FIRE EW NO. ]

[tradingsecrets]

You shouldn't watch me though. Make sure you are careful because you don't need to be injured like this.

[His hand touches the back of hers gently. It didn't mean anything significant, but it was just a friendly touch. He was very much a married man after all.]

Finally getting back to this ;;

[tradingsecrets]

"She has long dark hair, she has beautiful green eyes, and tan skin. About this tall compared to me." He holds up his hand and smiles slightly as his fingers flex. His eyes soften as well as his cheerful nature, though right now his hand shakes a bit.

He looks back at Uther and sighs running a hand through his hair, "I need to fight her. She isn't strong enough to be by herself out here."

She was strong physically that wasn't the problem, it was the fact that she could slip away and no one would know how to take care of her.

[writeswrongs]

[Castle turns to him, a serious look on his face.]

Thank you. I appreciate that. I just don't want her needlessly hurt.

[suppressthedark]

[Well good, because he's coming back. He hands her the glass, and can't help but give her a small grin.]

See? Knew you were hungry.

[suppressthedark]

Not ordinary, but yeah, I'm used to fighting. I had to rescue two of my friends when they got kidnapped, so I'm kind of used to a lot of guys at one time.

[suppressthedark]

[He nods in reply, but he's used up his energy in just saying that one word, so now he has to focus on walking again.

Thankfully, They're finally there, and he manages to take the last steps and get to a chair all by himself, even if it does cause him to wince again.]

Nnhhh...

[He's in more pain than he lets on, honestly.]

[burntviolet]

I don't remember the color... uhm... I think its legs were yellow colored.

[writeswrongs]

I'm not a warrior back where I come from. As.. probably evidenced.

[He indicated his decidedly non-warrior button down shirt, slacks, and blazer.]

[needsmoregreen]

Oh, you mean a caterpie!

Big black eyes, circles on the side, and a red antenna?

[saving_sound]

I... I guess so.

[She looks a little embarrassed at how quickly she ate, to be honest. But she does give a nod of thanks as she accepts the glass.]

...I feel a little better after all that.

[burntviolet]

... No. I don't think it was called that.

[foodshortage]

[ He lets his hand linger, cupped barely over her cheek. ]

Nonsense. It would take a lot to lessen it.

Shhh

[foodshortage]

It sounds fairly close to Morgana but that is, sadly, all that Uther gets out of that description. He frowns, with some sympathy because he is truly sympathetic. He can really understand the need to make sure someone is safe.

"I am sorry, but I haven't seen her." He presses his knuckles to his hips and glances around for a moment before he shakes his head. "But if I do, I will make sure to call you, and keep her safe until you are reunited with her."

[veneficus]

[ she offers him a small grin. ]

Thank you.

[ she wonders if this is the last time they will see each other before Camelot, before her fall. She wonders if she'll truly kill him, if she'll look into his eyes when she does and the thought frightens her; she spared him once, regretted her rash actions and gave him another chance. While he did not change in Camelot, she cannot say the same for Asgard, she doesn't want him to die here.

He tried. He accepted her, he was civil with Merlin, he was good to Arthur. He tried and that alone should make her feel grateful but at the moment she feels nothing but fear for them.

Letting out a breathe and holding back her tears (she will not cry, she will not) she takes another step forward and leans in her on his good shoulder.

An attempt of a hug, perhaps. ]

[foodshortage]

[ Whether it's really meant to be an attempt of a hug or not, Uther wraps his arms around her and presses his cheek gently to her hair, closing his eyes. He's been worrying for both she and Arthur, and it's a relief to see her doing well under the circumstances.

He feels that maybe, if they stay, they can finally really move forward to better places. Maybe he can be a little closer to the father they both deserve. ]

[needsmoregreen]

Hm...what else does it look like? Like what skin color or anything that stands out?