423: Firefights Growth is probably the least useful power Ellie could possibly have right now. Even so, as the threat moves ever closer, she's pulled out the armor from the battle at Alfheim, a heat-resistant metal vest with reinforcements over her neck, shoulders, arms and heart.
Bow slung across her back, she makes her way to the walls to try to provide cover and any last-minute supplies for the people leaving to spread confusion through the ranks of the giants.
Anyone going outside the city may pass by her; if they do, she'll rush up to them and press a small package into their hands -- it's clean bandages, a roll of tape, and two or three large leaves of aloe vera. There is a complete seriousness to how she holds herself, some barely restrained, crackling energy she's struggling to contain.
She wants to go, but she's going to be more useful here.
"If you get burned, break open the leaves and put the leaf gunk right on it. It'll help."
424: The Walls The attacks raining down have started to buckle the walls of the city itself. The fissures are the greatest threat, second only to the fire and shattering ice. Yawning gaps in the earth swallow the buildings closest to the edge, and rubble in the districts make impassable deathtraps of once-familiar streets.
All day, Ellie has been finding fissures, finding people trapped in wreckage and fleeing flames.
Growth has a place here.
Stepping up to the side of one of the one of the fissures, Ellie clenches her fists at her sides, starting at one end and beginning to draw it out.
Ellie rarely has cause to use her powers at full strength, but she does now. Beneath her feet, roots burrow and tunnel beneath the earth, interweaving and crackling across the fissures, stitching the land back together. It forms a temporary bridge, a path for those wounded and trapped to follow.
As she works, another ice fissure slams into the wall, sending chunks of rock hurtling through the air. Before the debris can hit her -- or anyone standing nearby, Ellie shoves a fist at the air, reflexively blocking. Roots explode from the center of the newly-created bridge, spreading to deflect the worst of the blast.
Thankfully, she's blocked the worst of the debris, but she's clearly getting fed up with this.
"Motherfucking Thiazi, calm your shit-!" she gasps out, and starts to cough violently.
Ellie | All Days | Open
Growth is probably the least useful power Ellie could possibly have right now. Even so, as the threat moves ever closer, she's pulled out the armor from the battle at Alfheim, a heat-resistant metal vest with reinforcements over her neck, shoulders, arms and heart.
Bow slung across her back, she makes her way to the walls to try to provide cover and any last-minute supplies for the people leaving to spread confusion through the ranks of the giants.
Anyone going outside the city may pass by her; if they do, she'll rush up to them and press a small package into their hands -- it's clean bandages, a roll of tape, and two or three large leaves of aloe vera. There is a complete seriousness to how she holds herself, some barely restrained, crackling energy she's struggling to contain.
She wants to go, but she's going to be more useful here.
"If you get burned, break open the leaves and put the leaf gunk right on it. It'll help."
424: The Walls
The attacks raining down have started to buckle the walls of the city itself. The fissures are the greatest threat, second only to the fire and shattering ice. Yawning gaps in the earth swallow the buildings closest to the edge, and rubble in the districts make impassable deathtraps of once-familiar streets.
All day, Ellie has been finding fissures, finding people trapped in wreckage and fleeing flames.
Growth has a place here.
Stepping up to the side of one of the one of the fissures, Ellie clenches her fists at her sides, starting at one end and beginning to draw it out.
Ellie rarely has cause to use her powers at full strength, but she does now. Beneath her feet, roots burrow and tunnel beneath the earth, interweaving and crackling across the fissures, stitching the land back together. It forms a temporary bridge, a path for those wounded and trapped to follow.
As she works, another ice fissure slams into the wall, sending chunks of rock hurtling through the air. Before the debris can hit her -- or anyone standing nearby, Ellie shoves a fist at the air, reflexively blocking. Roots explode from the center of the newly-created bridge, spreading to deflect the worst of the blast.
Thankfully, she's blocked the worst of the debris, but she's clearly getting fed up with this.
"Motherfucking Thiazi, calm your shit-!" she gasps out, and starts to cough violently.