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

[liquidsky]

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.]

Comments

[sheloves]

[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.

[stilledsurgeon]

[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!

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[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.]

[sheloves]

[...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...]

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

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[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?

No problem!

[stilledsurgeon]

[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.

Re: No problem!

[sheloves]

[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.

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[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.]

[stilledsurgeon]

[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.

[sheloves]

[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.

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[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.]

[stilledsurgeon]

[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.]

[sheloves]

[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.]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

Yes, yes... come along the both of you, preferably before the roof comes down on top of us.

[He can lecture Ril about conserving her energy later, for now it's enough that she can still walk. And he's very aware of her hand on him, knowing what she's trying to do... that's incentive enough to use his ability on his throat and hands, ensuring she has no reason to waste more of her own energy on him. At least with a hand on him, he can be certain she isn't about to lose her balance or get lost in the smoke.

He keeps an eye on Hawkeye, too--for a man who just had a ceiling beam pinning him to the floor, he seems to be doing quite well. Hopefully he'll last until they can get out and get everyone proper medical attention...

The fire seems to have gotten worse since he entered the building, but the way out still seems clear. Hopefully it will remain so for a few minutes longer.]

[stilledsurgeon]

[Hawkeye's there, stumbling along with the rest of them. At the moment, he's simply running on Ril's healing and his own adrenaline. Once they're outside and out of danger, he won't be quite so spry.

He stumbles, half-blind thanks to the darkness and smoke, though the rubble towards the outside. And then, with a sigh of relief (that turns into a cough), he feels a slight breeze and can see light.]

That way! We're almost out!

[sheloves]

[At some point, her thoughts stop being cohereny and she's moving forward on they'll be fine. Ril can't not feed little touches of healing Hawkeye's way. They're barely brushes, really, but she's still worrying after him.

It's an instant relief when she feels fresher air, though she stumbles once or twice before she pushes the exhaustion away. Five more minutes, ten more, however long it took.]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[It hadn't taken him that long to find them both; it was rather frightening how much longer it felt trying to find the way out, though part of him was aware that his own worry and stress was most likely affecting his sense of time... which was a very strange thought, all things considered.

It's a relief to feel the breath of fresh air on his face, and he doesn't need Hawkeye's encouragement to pick his speed up a fraction. And then, with a suddenness that's almost shocking, they're out in the fresh air, away from the terrible heat and dank, choking smoke. The Doctor strips off the mask with a sigh of grateful relief, suppressing one last cough even as he turns to the other two.]

Everyone alright? Hawkeye, you should probably think about sitting down, and maybe one of the healers will be so good as to come take another look at you.

[Ril gets a careful look, but he doesn't ask her if she's alright yet. She probably needs to sit down too, but he can tackle that after he's taken care of the person whose spine has recently been repaired.]