asgardmeridiem | The school, the school, the school is on fire...

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The school, the school, the school is on fire...

Who: Anyone who wants in on it!
What: The school is on fire.
When: Days 420 around sundown and after.
Where: The school in Odin's district.
Rating: We'll see!

The sun is slowly going down and Barty Crouch jr is in Odin's district, as he's been every day for a good while though, since he first realized how easily Will Graham fell into habits. The difference is that today he isn't headed to the cafe they always meet at right away. Instead he stands leaning against a wall, ever now and then glancing at the school and waiting for a sign. He has placed the mirror - a present from Albus Dumbledore himself - in just the right position fixed it to the corner of a building and waited for the sun to hit the reflective surface at the right angle.

Dumbledore had talked of smoke and mirrors and now Barty had found the right tinder. He waits until he can see smoke, faintly but there. It would be another hour, he suspects, maybe even more before the fire spreads far enough to be noticed. But it would burn, of that he had no doubt.

It is starting to get dark when he takes the mirror back, making sure to remain unseen, and he heads down the road to meet Will. He doesn't know if anyone is still in the building he just set on fire, he doesn't much care either way. The flames would rise high and Severus Snape would feel the heat.

[OOC Notes: I purposefully set this up like an event log, so just like for them, feel free to make a header comment detailing what your character is doing at any given time. If you want to do any more last minute plotting, head on over to the plotting post! Also, here is the IC post with some of what led up to this if you want to read up and/or still tag in! I backtag forever. Slowly.

If your character has been near/around/in the school before the fire started and would thus be a suspect and/or suspect other people he or she has seen, you can play that part out here too!

Times: Before the fire, during the fire, right after the fire. ...duh.
Places: The parts of the schools that will be affected are: The library, the auditorium and several classrooms as well as Evy's office.
Obviously you can also have your character be outside the school or in the hallways or any unaffected part if they want to use the chaos to, I don't know, mess up Snape's office a little.

I just ask that no one saw Barty do what he did, so we can have more fun with various suspicions cast about.]

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[Hawk swallows nervously.]

Yeah. Tell me that's not a kid...

[His hand moves to take Ril's and he creeps further down the hall, pushing open the nearest door. He looks up quickly, trying to find the source of the cracking, but he can't see anything through the smoke, so he instead ducks his head and calls out.]

Hey, come on out. We're here to help!

[She opens her mouth to say 'It could be an animal' but she knows what folk sound like when things get that bad. It's easy enough to get caught beneath something in a panic. Hawkeye's hand steadies her, pulls her out of her head a little more, and she can still hear movement. Off in the corner where several chairs have been overturned and a heavy filing cabinet's been spilled with it's drawers askew. There's a flickering light, too, something like looks like rune magic. Whatever it is, it means light.

The window is cracked just enough for something small to escape and, upon closer inspection, there's a little blood on the sill. Something had gotten out and left what looked like a illuminated charm necklace behind.]

...I can [she begins, squeezing his hand gently] I can go get that. Might make searching easier. [She's giving it to Hawkeye when she gets her hands on it. That's already decided.]

[Hawk rubs his watering eyes with the back of his hand and coughs from the oppressive black cloud of smoke that hangs over everything. It could be an animal, after all, now that he's closer to the noise. When it was more muffled, it could very well have been a small child whimpering in fear, but...maybe not.]

Yeah, yeah get that window open. I'll go in and see if I can find it...them...

[Before she can reply, he's off, climbing over fallen furniture.]

Be careful. [She says it like she's coming right after him to make sure, but she's headed to the window, which is jammed. Ril hisses at it in frustration and glances around for something to use to pry it open. A broken chair leg will do in a pinch and she snags the glowing charm before she jams the leg in the gap.

Crack.

The leg splinters straight down the middle and Ril swears under her breath as the jammed window frees enough to help partially ventilate the room. Her hand hurts and she grimaces, stopping to take a look. Splinters, sure, a bit of torn flesh in her palm. It's not bad.

Her lungs still ache more than her hand as she makes her way to find Hawkeye again.]

[Hawkeye jumps a bit at the loud crack, and he looks over to the window.]

You be careful, too! I can't carry you both out of--

[Then there's another loud crack, but from above, and the ceiling bows. No time left. Gotta move fast and then get the hell out of here.]

Ril, get out of here! I'll be right behind you! Don't argue!

[Gods. The ceiling is coming in and she is closer to the door than she to Hawkeye. She wants to argue, she wants to, but she makes a dash to the door just as everything starts to cave. It reminded her of agility training, the way she bent her body, moving just in time to not be impaled by a beam that, along with other debris cut off access to the door. The window, still providing ventilation is a bust as well thanks to debris, and Ril had winds up in a protective ball in a corner, trying to take even breaths. The amulet she had grabbed had gone out, and she hadn't thought of reactivating it. Not yet.

It's just noise, then creaking. Her voice wobbles and she's frightened for him, not herself. Never herself. He had been back there, in the dark, and the ceiling-- If he was hurt. No. No, he was okay, he'd be okay. Of course he'd be okay. Please be okay.]

Hawkeye?

[Hawkeye doesn't even have time to find the animal. He doesn't have time to follow Ril towards the door. He's just about to turn back towards where they'd heard the sound of whimpering when there's a flash of fire bursting through the ceiling and the rumble and crack of wood and brick as the ceiling comes crashing down.

There's a moment where it feels like the old cliche of time standing still just before disaster strikes. Hawkeye's vaguely amazed that he has time to hope they were right when they told him about death in Asgard before he's engulfed in a cascade of burning, heavy wooden beams and flame-heated bricks.

He can hear Ril's muffled call, briefly, before he lets the darkness take him.]

[There's a sound that comes out of her that is about as alien as it gets. Not quiet bird, not quite earthly, because he's under there. In there. In the mess of wood and stone and-- Fire. There's fire. There's fire and she doesn't care because she's moving through it to get at one of the sinks with a hose and she's killing it before it kills him. Her lungs hurt and her hands hurt but it's out and she's finding him.

Because she's not letting him die. Hel can't have him, she can't. Her eyes blur as she blinks furiously, digging, clearing moving, and it doesn't matter that her hands come into contact with super heated brick or that they sear. She'll find him. She will, she has to find him. Things that look impossible to shift, she moves through sheer will and entirely too much adrenaline.]

Don't die, don't die, don't you die. [It's a hum, constant, a hiss, and her fingers shake as she forces them to curl around another piece of debris. A hand. His hand. Burnt. Can't fix. Not yet, not yet. More. Clear more, shift, her own hands burn, they don't matter. Clear, pull, shift. Don't die. Don't die. Don't. His shoulder. Part of his chest. There, his face. Another shoulder. More of his chest. Keep clearing. Don't stop. It's not panic. Most of him, most of him. But she can't shift his legs.

And there's that sound again. She can't get him all the way out. No she can't. But she has hands and she can heal. And. And it means she works herself around him until he's mostly in her lap. His hair hurts her hands, but that's okay. It's okay.]

Hawkeye. [Her voice cracks and she shivers as she concentrates. It's not dumping. She doesn't dump heal him, it's steady, and she can't stay quiet. Just his name and don't die. She fixes him, his lungs and his bones and things that are torn, she fixes him with a brush of her knuckles on his cheek because she's burnt her hands. It's fine.

She won't let him die.]

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[Bones being knit back together hurt, and it's that flash of pain that makes him struggle weakly towards consciousness. Breathing hurts, but at least he can breathe around the stabbing pain. Mostly. For now. He can feel the healing and is mostly content to let it work. That, and he's just too damned tired to be in a hurry.

The unearthly sound just above him makes Hawkeye fully force himself out of the blackness and he grimaces, blinking slowly. There's a moment when he just stares blearily up at Ril, until something catches his attention.

His fingers flex slowly, and then there's a pause before he speaks in a tiny, croaking whisper.]

Can't feel...legs. They're...still there...right?

[His voice makes her breath hitch and she has to press her lips together to keep herself quiet. It doesn't stop the tears that finally spill as she nods.]

I'm almost there. I am. Give me. Give me a moment. I'll fix it. [Ril tries to make it as painless as possible, but it's delicate work. She can't take his pain the way she did with Six, but she wishes she could. She'd take it and hold it quiet if she could. Her knuckles brush his cheek gently as she apologizes over and over. Fixing him carefully. Just fixing him. And he's alive. It doesn't matter how painfully she's wedged in here with him. She's a little out of breath as she channels the healing delicately, sending it down his spinal cord bringing it back together. Healthy. Whole.

Her cheek drops against the top of his head. She's tired, now. Tired but determined not to give in.]

It's fine. [Her voice is a whisper.] It's fine, now. Not letting go.

Nah, nah, shhhh...don't--

[Hawkeye's words are cut off by a gasp as the burning sensation along his spine of nerves flaring back into life takes him by surprise. He'd forgotten he hasn't really needed healing up until now. So that's what it feels like to have nerves fix themselves in a matter of moments. Ow.

When the pain fades, he gives her a concerned, if grateful look. Hawk lifts a hand, shaky with what's left of the shock, and curls it around hers gently, bringing her fingers to his lips. He tries to comfort her in any way he can, since he can't get up and hug her.]

Ril...hey, it'll be okay. Don't cry.

[Out on the street and a few minutes ago, the burning building and the shouting had attracted a certain Doctor's attention. He moved in to help where he could, mostly by helping to carry buckets of water.

After a few minutes, he overheard a concerned conversation about two people who had entered the building to find some children, and hadn't yet emerged. A brief conversation later and the Doctor was heading into the part building where they had last been seen, a damp mask tied over his mouth and nose. It wouldn't last long, but it should help for a time... and then he'll have to rely on his healing. At least that particular skill would come in handy in this situation.

He called out as he entered the building, hoping someone would hear him; whether they answer him or not, he'll head toward the faint sounds he can hear over the crackle of the flames.

...he just hopes he can find them and get them out before this situation grows more dangerous and forces him to retreat.]

[She breathes out slowly and closes her eyes when he takes her hand. Both of them are burnt badly and she pushes whatever cry might have come out into a careful wash of healing. It helps knit more bone and muscle and pull at the pain a little more. Ril doesn't care how much she hurt, he's alive. He's alive and she'd dug most of him out and he hadn't disappeared. And she mad as hell at the ceiling and fire and the brick. Hawkeye could have her hand without complaint, even though he was just trying to soothe her.

Ril shakes her head.]

I thought I was going to be too late. [She thought she was going to have to watch him die. Ril nudges at his hair gently and she's still easing healing into him, bit by bit, making him stronger. There's noise somewhere and she half lifts her head before she tucks herself around him again protectively. It's an instinctive curling, as if she's warding away fire and the walls and everything else the might think about hurting him.] I came as fast as I could. I did. I came.

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[He tilts her hand and sees the burns, frowning at the red and blistered skin. With a grimace of pain, he adjusts himself so he can take her hands in both of his, cradling it gently as he pours out a bit of his own healing.]

I know, Ril. I know. You saved me from being a rather handsome BBQ.

[His smile is warm and his voice strengthening, thanks to her healing. When his own healing is almost done with her hand, Hawkeye kisses her palm, trying to comfort her.

Then, he hears voices and his head lifts.]

Ril, do you hear that? Someone's out there?

[Hawkeye clears his throat and croaks out as loud as he can, his voice raw from the smoke.]

Hey! Hey, we're in here!

[The sound of raised voices is encouraging for a number of reasons--not least because they're coming from the direction he's heading. Crouching a little to be out of the worst of the smoke, he holds the mask against his mouth--more out of precaution than necessity--and squints against the smoke as he increases his pace a fraction. This whole area is unstable, and he doesn't want his attempt to do a good deed to cause more damage. Especially not if he gets himself and anyone else killed into the bargain.

Nearing the area he thinks the voice came from, he slows his pace again, almost stopping as he looks around.]

Where are you? I can't see very clearly in this smoke!

[He already has to suppress a cough that's trying to work its way out of his chest. Nothing about this situation is good, but if he can just find these idiots before the rest of the roof comes down on the lot of them, that would be lovely.]

[...she didn't want to know what a BBQ was. I didn't sound pleasant and she surmised it involved fire. He's supposed to stay in one piece, unharmed. Not broken and burned and no why was he healing her when she'd just-- No, no it was fine. He had enough energy for a little bit. With her hands feeling better, she cupped his cheek gently and let out a soft huff.]

Not so handsome if the fire-- [She couldn't even pretend to carry that through and her voice cut off abruptly as she wrestled with her own emotions. And then she heard Six. Six..]

We're toward the back left corner, Six. [Her voice is rough and she forces herself be calm.] Hawkeye's legs are...stuck, but I cleared the rest. Can't shift this beam by myself. Not Antedan enough. [And she'd used near about everything on Hawkeye keeping him alive. She's absently petting Hawkeye's hair as much to comfort herself as him. See? He's alive, this is good, this is perfect. And she's exhausted enough that she stops healing for awhile. They'll get him out, she'll recharge a little. She'll fix him up good as new.

If she'd just gone after the animal instead...]

[He hadn't known who he was coming after. The people who had told him which way the Travellers had gone; there hadn't been time to ask them to describe the people, he'd just taken enough time to ensure he wouldn't immediately succumb to the smoke before he'd entered the building. Now that he knows... Ril's voice makes his hearts skip a few beats, which isn't terribly unusual, but it's for terrifyingly different reasons this time.

He doesn't bother replying to her words, and he doesn't allow himself to remain frozen in horror for more than a second at best. He can be horrified later; at the moment, action is required. He crouches lower to try and stay out of the smoke as he approaches, and then he's next to them, half-kneeling on the ground.]

Hawkeye, do you think you can walk if we get this beam off of you?

[He desperately hopes one of them is capable of walking; experience tells him that person won't be Ril. He can't carry them both, and he refuses to leave either of them behind... this isn't good. Deliberately distracting himself from the problem, he looks at the beam. This wouldn't be so bad if he were still a Time Lord, but...]

Ril, I'm not sure I'll be able to shift this on my own. Are you able to help?

[Oh, thank goodness. He almost tosses out a quip, but really, there wasn't time to screw around. The fire had already weakened the ceiling to collapsing. It's only a matter of time before the fire itself starts becoming a danger, not to mention the smoke that was still pouring in, despite the open window.]

Uh... [He wiggles his toes in his boots to check.] Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Ril fixed the paralysis.

[She eases out from beneath Hawkeye, supporting him until she's comfortable leaving him be and moves to the beam. Ril might be slower than she'd like, but it would do, as she grips the beam. She'd pour herself into this as well, for him. Her eyes find Six's.

She'll be as strong as she needs to be. The bones in her hand creak a little as she digs in.]

Three count, then lift.

[Hawkeye gets a distracted nod. That would help... he nods at Ril, very aware that his breath is starting to catch in the back of his throat, painfully rasping with each inhalation. He'll have to start spending energy on taking care of that soon, but for now...]

One... two... three. [He tries to take more of the weight when they lift it, aware that she's probably exhausted. Somehow, between the two of them, they manage to lift it off Hawkeye, and shift it far enough away before they have to drop it.

Now they just have to get out of here, preferably before the roof finishes caving in.]

[A new wave of pain rushes through Hawkeye when the weight lifts off his legs and he cries out. He bites it off with gritted teeth and gives the floor a good pound with his fist. God damn that hurt.

He manages to shove himself backwards just a bit, enough to get him closer to the door.]

Right, now, let's get out of here before we bring the house down.

[The heave that pushed all of her slight weight into had to compensate for Six's. There is a snap that sends shooting pain from her pinky and ring finger straight through her arm. She doesn't say a word, just takes a moment to shunt the pain signals away, concentrating on the fact that Hawkeye's free. That's what matters. She gives Six a quick glance and grits her teeth as she closes her hand around Hawkeye's arm and gives. It's a bright burst of it aimed at giving him enough oomph to get out of the building.

Her voice is almost too soft to hear.]

Now we can go.

[His hands are stinging nearly as much as his throat after that little maneuver, and so he takes just a second to carefully let a little trickle of energy go into healing himself. Not much, just enough to let him get to his feet (crouching to try and stay below the smoke), and reaches for both of them. If he can help get Hawkeye and Ril to their feet, he's hoping that they'll be able to make it out the door with minimal assistance from him.]

Agreed. Shall we hurry, then? I'd really rather not find out just how long my energy can last, should I become trapped here.

[He refrains from adding that fire is a terrible way to go; it would just upset Ril, and he doubts anyone here needs or wants to know that.]

[Hawkeye had briefly paused to take stock of himself, making sure everything was truly intact, when there's a jolt of energy coursing through him that startles him. He snaps his head around to stare at Ril. She really shouldn't be doing that. Really.]

Do that too much, and we'll have to carry you out of here.

[He scrambles to his feet with Six's help, stomping his feet to make sure they'll carry him. Then he helps Six get Ril to her feet and begins to feel his way out of the room with them.]

[She opens her mouth to snap something back smartly but winds up choking on smoke. All she can do is give Hawkeye a look that says he comes first. Every time. She wants to make sure he has enough energy to get out, damn the consequences. It's fine when she's on her feet again, a little wobbly, but just fine. Harder to breathe than she'd like.

She keeps an eye on both of them, all Healer, a hand on both Six and Hawkeye. Or fingers if she can't catch them properly.]

The school, the school, the school is on fire...

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/don't mind me jumping out of order, doop dee doo

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