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

[pratentious]

My mistake.

[ If his father can keep up with the jest, then certainly everything is (more or less) all right. Arthur nods his head to the side, gesturing for them to walk somewhere a bit more private, and leads the way, stopping only once to hand an unopened water bottle to one of the injured natives that smile and shake his hand. More of the same; it grows weary in his shoulders. There should be more he can do for them, for all of them. ]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur hums in agreement, but continues packing the ground until it's passably firm before turning around to face his friend. He eyes him, taking in his countenance, then sighs softly with a faint smile. ]

I know. I suppose I still grow tireless in the periods between skirmishes. My Knights would mock me for it when I was younger.

[ Now, they know better, because his anxiety is not from nervousness but for fear of his people's lives. Arthur doesn't want to see more people killed in this fight. ]

How are you, Finnick? You look near ready to fall over yourself.

[suppressthedark]

[He shrugs.]

You'd be surprised. I know someone like you back home who dresses like that, and he's a good fighter.

[Yes, ichigo did just call ishida a good fighter. he'll never say it to his face.]

[suppressthedark]

Thought you would.

[He stops for a moment, then reaches out and gently ruffles her hair. Ezio's rubbing off on him help]

It's great to help people, but you've got to take a rest every once in a while.

[Now take your own advice, Ichigo.]

[foodshortage]

[ When Arthur hands over the bottle, Uther reaches to clap his shoulder, and squeeze it just slightly. Arthur's always been especially affected by these things. But not too much, either - makings of a great king. ]

They have all fought well.

[ He's impressed, honestly. ]

[burntviolet]

Uh, I... remember it had grey and blue parts... or was it black... [ she tried to remove it from her memory ]

AHA np

[eggsterminate]

[She pauses and then slowly extends her hands.]

Sounds more useful than my powers.

[sworntovalor]

I understand. [He inclines his head in a show of respect] I may not be a father, but I can understand your concern. I will do all that I can to keep her safe.

sorry... for the late tag....

[mustwefight]

[ And she...!

Falls on her bottom as she catches them both. That's got to hurt, right? She doesn't look bothered by it, though. ]

Are you alright, Souji!?

[needsmoregreen]

Hm... [Uh....]

I don't think I know what that pokemon is but that's okay! It does sound really creepy if it's grey, blue, and black!

[burntviolet]

I-it sure was really large... I need to try and remember the name. She told me, but I forgot.

[numbersnfigures]

[Spencer gently wraps his hands around one of her wrists. Not tightly - he doesn't want her to feel as though he's grabbing her or attacking her. Perhaps the sensation isn't bothersome to her, but he know it would send a panic through him. He gazes down so that he can concentrate on sending the cold to her hand.]

What are your powers?

[writeswrongs]

This is style over substance for the most part, though it is comfortable.

[It's his standard "uniform" for each case he goes on with Beckett. So far he's been able to chase down a few perps with her while wearing his expensive casual clothing.]

[writeswrongs]

That's very kind. Just don't tell her I sent you or she'll get mad at me.

[He smiles ever so slightly.]

[saving_sound]

[Hair ruffles are pretty comforting at a time like this.]

Mm... I know I need to watch myself, but it's hard to just go away and eat when everybody else is... [horrifically maimed and/or dying.]

[eggsterminate]

At this point?

Lighting and putting out candles.

[A sigh. Both from the soothing feeling of the sensation on her hands and frustration at her own powers.]

[needsmoregreen]

That's okay, I'll just have to look at the library if there's anything written about it!

If it's really big, then maybe someone decided to write about it! It's not everyday you get to see a giant centipede running around!

[sworntovalor]

[All he wants right this moment is to be able to promise him that no harm will come to here, that he will protect her with his life. But how can he, when his duty is to Arthur? He cannot leave Arthur's side on the battlefield, he is a knight, and aside for he made a vow to Morgana and to himself that he will protect him.

This promise, it doesn't seem kind to him. It seems like not nearly enough. Nothing he does is ever enough.]

She will not hear of it from me.

[writeswrongs]

Hey.

[He waits until Lancelot meets his eyes. The last thing Castle wants is another person risking his life. Alexis is his own daughter, after all.]

I'll be out there too trying to round her up.

[numbersnfigures]

Oh, fire? You must be in my house then.

[Spencer's own power is weak, but it's enough to serve as a cold compress.]

It's interesting, the juxtaposition of those two powers in Odin.

[burntviolet]

There must be books about Pokemon listed there. Maybe if I see a picture of it, I'm going to remember?

[sworntovalor]

[Lancelot will be out there risking his life one way of another. He's a knight of Camelot and guardian of Asgard. Even if he wasn't, he made a vow to himself to protect people from tyranny and the horrors of war. And everyone he cares for is out there fighting.]

Have you any fighting experience? [Because if not he has no more place out there than his daughter. It's a harsh truth perhaps but war calls for a lot of tough love. He doesn't believe in cannon fodder.]

[socializes]

You're still not sure?

yana is never late to me

[socializes]

I... [Felt that landing on a robot made of robot parts.

However he was currently in the arms of a robot girl made of robot parts, so all was not bad. And then he became the heroinetagonist.] I'm fine. That was a good catch.

[The kitten clinging his shirt meows too, as if signifying its okayness as well.]

What about you? Didn't that hurt?

kya doc.............

[rocketpunches]

Thank you. I have not been programmed to sense pain, but according to my sensors, my hardware is definitely alright! [ But she thinks it's nice of him to be concerned. ] The kitten looks alright, too.

Will you give it a name? [ She asks as she holds the heroinetagonist in her arms. ] We must name all animals we befriend. Those are the rules.