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Who: ANYONE going on the infiltration into Thrymheim and EVERYONE inside the city when the caravan returns!
What: The return to Asgard with Freyr’s soul ( meaning: a lot more travelling ).
When: Days 281 - 283 ( June 16 - 21)
Where: Asgard, Thrymheim, and the road inbetween.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

[ Days 281 - 282 will be spent travelling again back through the terrain from before. Thiazi's minions will be hot on the caravan's tail, leaving them to messy skirmishes every time there's need to stop or they manage to interrupt the path forward. It won't be unmanageable, but it will be difficult, and though their numbers aren't great, it is strongly advised to clear off as many as possible for proceeding. The sooner you get back to the city, the better.

And not a moment too soon. In the dead of night on Day 282, Asgard's walls will come into view with three figures standing just before it: Thor, Jormungand and Fenrir. The caravan will race past them without pause, and the Travellers will be able to see the gods engaging whatever remaining forces there may be as they pass through the city gates into safety. Anyone healed enough or still within the city is welcome to join them in the fight, but the ones entrusted to the chest's delivery should continue on directly to the castle where Odin is waiting for it.

Travellers inside the city that aren’t getting involved in the fight should feel welcome to help with the caravan’s return. There will be injuries to treat, wagons to mend, horses to calm and attend. The Natives will come out to help as well, creating a general air of movement and bustling about as everyone tries to get things cleared out and settled.

By the sunrise of Day 283, all of Thiazi's tag-alongs will be killed and Odin, Hel, and Heimdall will depart the city through the Gate of Fire. The city will be kept on high alert during their absence, though no one can say for sure where they're going or what they plan to do with Freyr's soul kept securely in that box. Thor, Jormungand and Fenrir stay alert at the southeastern gate while Baldr, Loki and Sigyn guard the north. Several Natives across the entire city will stand vigil in the streets, praying silently to and for their gods’ and everyone’s safe deliverance. Everyone is awake, and yet everything seems terribly still in the silence, like one drop of water waiting to fall.

Evening falls with still no sign of anyone’s return, but around dusk, a heavy vibration will echo through the city, seemingly travelling from north to south and shaking any plant life along the way. Travellers will feel it pulse inside them as it passes, but it will be soundless and harmless, passing otherwise insignificantly. The gods return a few hours after that - but they alone.

Whether or not they were successful remains to be seen . . . ]

[ OOC NOTES: This is the final log of three for the Save Our Souls plot! Please put the day/location in the title of your comment along with [OPEN/CLOSED]. The first log can be found here and the second can be found here. If you would like an NPC in any of your threads, feel free to give us a bump in your direction and let us know if you have any questions! ]
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282 & 283 | open

[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-20 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
282 - the battle

[ It's not her fight, and if it weren't for a few of the people in the thick of things she would have stayed with the caravans. As it is, those stupid Doctors have to get themselves stuck in the thick of things, and so Amy does too.

She's not half bad with a weapon, either. A little clumsy at first, sure, but she picks up fast. It's a lot easier to learn on the go with adrenaline pumping, after all. She's not a healer, she barely managed CPR with a lot of guidance, but a fighter? That much she can try to help with, at least.

early 283 - around???

[ Amy is exhausted. She's out of practice at fighting for her life, honestly, let alone for others too and it shows. The problem is the adrenaline is still coursing through her, making her hands shake and her eyes dart as her focus changes over quickly. They're safe, she survived, she just needs to find the people important to her.

She's limping a little, cuts are still bleeding and bruises have already started to form. There's a nasty gash high on her cheek and Amy isn't sure if half the blood on her arms belongs to herself or someone else, but she's alive. Now, to find everyone else. First order of business, her Doctors.

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283 8)

[personal profile] hadbadays 2013-06-20 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is a nasty gash. Which can seem really unimportant under battle circumstances, but if there's time to heal them, there's no reason not to. So when John sees Amy wandering by where they stopped the caravans, he quickly steps towards her. ]

You should probably have that looked over.
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;_; get away you (not really stay here)

[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-20 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, she hadn't really paid much attention to the specifics of her injuries, but when someone finally points one out to her the sting seems to finally set in. She touches her fingers to the cut lightly, frowning at the blood for a moment, then nods. ]

Probably, but I've been a little distracted.

[ It's supposed to be funny. It even comes with a half hearted chuckle and everything as she looks at John, but there's no effort to make it sound genuine at all. ]

You a doctor, then?
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Rude (yeah that's right)

[personal profile] hadbadays 2013-06-20 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he actually laughs. It's more like an exhale, but still quite clearly a laugh. He gets the feeling. ]

I am. It better be cleaned, and it could use some stitches. Not much of anesthetics around out here, but I've got a clinic in the Heimdall district, if you're up for the walk.

[ Now that they can do it properly. ]
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pardon me, scuse me

[personal profile] could_be_dangerous 2013-06-20 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Careful. He's fond of gingers.

[Sherlock has been trailing, taking what stock he can of their allies, always watching for something interesting. There's so much here that there may as well be none, and so it isn't long before he rejoins John, bright-eyed and lucid despite the clear traces of a blow to the temple.]

Kissogram is new, though. Much more interesting than schoolteacher.

[And then, belatedly, after a few more seconds' pause:]

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wow sherlock rly?

[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-21 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are people she needs to find before she can start to calm down, but at the same time she's not completely stupid. If John thinks it's worth paying attention to, she can spare just a little time to getting that sorted first. She's not going to be of help to anyone if she gets laid up with some infection, after all.

Of course, as she goes to say as much, Sherlock appears.

Careful, she's fond of slapping.

[ It comes with a raised eyebrow and a defiant stare, and after a moment of holding that entirely unimpressed look she glances at John with pursed lips. ]

Friend of yours, I assume?
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S i g h

[personal profile] hadbadays 2013-06-21 05:15 am (UTC)(link)

[ He cannot take you anywhere. :T ]

Yes, unfortunately. Ignore him. He's very fond of his own voice.

[ He loves you, Sherlock? ]
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c: rly.

[personal profile] could_be_dangerous 2013-06-22 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[The corner of Sherlock's mouth quirks up faintly, almost as though in a twitch, some involuntary motion.]

Now that we're all aware of what one another are fond of -- ta, John -- I expect we should be getting on.

[He's not looking at John, though. There's not much to see there that isn't familiar, so for the moment, examining the stranger takes precedence.]

Much more interesting than schoolteacher. Didn't even blink when I'd worked that last bit out -- used to people knowing more about you than they ought, are you?
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-23 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ She'd be more than content to ignore him, except Sherlock's right - she really didn't so much as blink about that little fact. Clearly spending too much time in the presence of Doctors, it seems. She frowns for a moment, then raises an eyebrow as she very carefully shrugs. ]

I've been here before, apparently. My husband's been here a while, too. It's not hard to figure out you must have known him or come across me that time I don't remember.

[ She is just going to...not act bothered at all, thank you very much Sherlock, and look at John instead. ]

While you're dealing with this.. [ she gestures to her cheek, smiling slightly sheepishly. She's loathe to ask for help, but well the throbbing pain is starting to set in the more she walks on it. ] ...could you maybe have a look at that too? [ and a gesture to the ankle ] Rory can take a proper look at it later if you don't have the time, but rigging something to get me home without wanting to chop it off would be enough, I swear.
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[personal profile] hadbadays 2013-06-23 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John won't even bother saying that's probably not it; he only gives Sherlock a sharp look that is supposed to tell him to shut up. And if Sherlock doesn't see it then he swears--

And then he takes a step in one direction. ]

Of course I'll look at that. This way; it's not far.
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[personal profile] could_be_dangerous 2013-06-24 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Sherlock's response to the rather ireful look is to raise his eyebrows. What? He's only making conversation.]

Mm, no, never met you. A fair assumption, though. Fairer were it not for the fact that you've a husband. Does make it rather less likely that you'd admit to that particular previous employment, unless, I suppose, you're prone to be particularly frank, in which case, still wrong, but fair enough.
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-25 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seriously, it's not the day to push Amy. She really will slap him if he keeps this up, but for the moment she just tenses her jaw a little, frowns and shakes her head. ]

So tell me then, how did you figure it out? Do I have some sign written on my forehead that screams out 'I used to kiss people at parties to deliver messages'? Hm?

[ She can't turn on her heel quite as indignantly as she would like, given the ankle, and thus it ruins the effect quite a bit when she sharply turns her back on Sherlock and immediately has to limp a little more, but she'll take it. ]
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[personal profile] hadbadays 2013-06-25 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, if just the name doesn't work, and a look doesn't work-- ]

Sherlock, shut up.

[ That should do it. And, if not, John might just punch Sherlock himself.

...probably not, but he certainly wouldn't blame Amy if she slapped him. ]

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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-20 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[This early on Day 283, Eight is still stumbling around numbly, looking to heal whoever passes by him who looks like they could use healing. At this point, his focus is narrowed solely on blood. Anyone who has some on them gets accosted by a barely-aware Eight, who checks if the blood is theirs or someone else's, and stumbles along.

He catches limping at the corner of his eye and turns his head. When he finds it's Amy, one of "his" that is still alive for him to protect, he makes a beeline for her. He looks about ready to collapse on his face, but he's uninjured.]

Amy? Amy, sit before you hurt your ankle further.
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-20 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as she actually catches sight of Eight she heads for him quickly too, but between his exhaustion and her injuries, it isn't exactly the fastest reunion. As soon as she's close enough he gets bombarded with just about every question that comes to mind, though. ] You're okay? I can't find anyone, I got separated- are you hurt? What on Earth was that?

[ She's just going to go ahead and ignore that advice in favour of approaching and taking hold of his shoulders quickly, scrutinizing his face for any signs of the injuries that he might not admit to. ]

Where is everyone?
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-20 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He holds up his hands to fend of the questions. Companions, they never change.] Amy, Amy, n-- Amy.

[With a sigh he lets her look him over for a brief moment, then takes her hands from his shoulders and pulls her off to somewhere vaguely comfortable to sit, plunking her down without letting her argue.

Then, he half-collapses onto his ass next to her and takes a deep breath, more to brace himself than anything. He hasn't said this to anyone yet, except Jamie, and he was there.]

To...take your questions in order... I am not injured [though he was not by any means 'okay'] and that was an attack by a group of ice giants, trying to stop the caravan from getting Freyr's soul back into the city. I suspect they were also retaliating against taking Freyr's soul in the first place.

But, Amy... [He's about to give her the news, but it just doesn't seem to want to come out.]
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-20 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, he's definitely going to have to let her have her moment to make sure he's okay, but she's still fairly compliant when he steers things more towards a sitting direction. He's worried about her ankle, it makes sense. ]

Ice giants, right. You know what, no one mentioned ice giants in the brochure. A refund would be nice. [ Because this is funny, right? It happened, but they all made it, so now they just joke about it. Right?

Except he's not laughing, and he hasn't answered her question yet. Nothing's happened though, it can't have. They can't have lost something else. She's trying so hard to keep her voice from shaking when she responds, but people don't make you sit, and they don't say your name like that when all they want to tell you is that everything's fine. She's trying so hard to stay calm, but her voice cracks a little when she responds.
] ...What- What happened?
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-20 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[In a vain hope to buy himself some time, he takes her face in his hands to examine the cut on her cheek. He really doesn't have much healing left, but it's not a major wound, and he gently touches his fingers to it to at least get the cut to start to mend on it's own.

He looks back to her to find she's still staring at him, and Eleven's still dead, and he's frankly run out of ways to avoid telling her.]

The other Doctor. Your Doctor. He... I tried to heal him. The wound was too bad. He lost too much blood too quickly.

[He swallows and closes his eyes.] Amy, he's gone.
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-20 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The healing is just about the last thing on her mind with the way this conversation is going, but she really hasn't let herself even consider the possibility of what's actually happened. It couldn't possibly be him.

Except it is, and for a moment she just looks blankly at him, then she shakes her head. It can't be. So she just frowns and drops her eyes to her hands instead, staring down at her lap quietly for a moment or two before speaking up.
] No.

[ It's stupid, it's immature, and she certainly knows it won't change a thing, but she says it anyway. Tears well in her eyes but she doesn't bother to hide them, just swallows hard before continuing in a slightly strained voice. ] How?
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-20 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eight drops his hands away from her and into his own lap. They look somewhat like mirror images, sitting side-by-side with their heads down and their hands in their laps.

He can't think of anything to say to her denial, so he keeps quiet until she collected herself enough to ask a question he can answer.]

I arrived later, so I didn't see the attack, but...he got a giant's sword to the belly. I tried to heal him. He even tried to heal himself, but we couldn't stop the bleeding.

And, as you know, we can't regenerate here...
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-21 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
So when does he come back?

[ Apparently all the denial hasn't gone just yet, because the question - just as quiet and strained, forced out through gritted teeth - comes quickly after his answer. She shuts her mouth abruptly after, pressing a hand to cover it and shaking her head again. ]

He's...he's not gone. You don't just die!

[ ...And there it is. Her voice cracks and raises at the word 'die', and she can't stop the sob that bursts out with the words. ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-21 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know. That's what I'm worried about. Rose died days ago and she hasn't returned. Surely...surely she should have come back by now.

[His lips press together tightly in a grimace of sympathy for the girl as she begins to sob. Gently, he lays a hand on her back and waits a moment for her to get the worst of it out before he speaks again.]

I assure you, Amy, we can. We're human here, not Time Lords. This isn't our universe. And in the middle of a war...

[He goes quiet for a moment, this time waiting for himself to calm enough to speak again. When he speaks again, his voice is thick with tears he was refusing to shed until he got away from everyone.]

Amy, I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-22 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The hand on her back is uncomfortably familiar, the gesture so similar that it rubs raw and she flinches slightly at the contact. It hits a little too close to home with the news he's just delivered, but it's still comfort and she can't help but lean back into the hand a little after a moment. ]

Yeah, a war. Not our war, theirs. Why are we losing people for their war?

[ Her own voice is growing more strained, a bitter anger rising up to try and drown the grief, but in the end it's his tears that snaps her out of that. She's angry, but not at him. Furious really, but it's not his fault. She exhales slowly, shakily, then just shakes her head again before turning sharply to face Eight and wind her arms around his shoulders.

Amy pulls him in for a hug without a second thought, and as soon as she gets her chin on his shoulder and her face out of sight her chest heaves as she really starts to cry.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-06-22 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't resist at all when she grabs hold of him, but just puts his arms around her and lets her cry, his cheek pressed into her hair as he sighs deeply and closes his eyes. It's a desperate struggle not to let her tears spur him on to a bit of weeping of his own.

No, not now. Save it for later, when you can cry out of sight of everyone. For now, just be the Doctor for her.

Eight has no words for her -- none that would be comforting at least -- so he lets her cry herself out, gently petting her back.]

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[personal profile] codenamelegs 2013-06-22 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It almost feels like permission to fall apart, and for a little while that's just what she does. Her whole body practically shakes with the effort, and she just lets go.

It can't last forever though, frankly it's exhausting and she just doesn't have it in her. When she's down to just small sniffs, the occasional deep breath of air and even a little hiccup, she drags herself a little away from him and rubs under her eyes with the corner of her sleeve, laughing with clear embarrassment.

Sorry, we've barely met and here I am, ruining your jacket.

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