thebastion | Day 309 [Open]

Who: Anya, Ibuki, Patchouli, and anyone else!
Open: Open! Mostly.
When: Day 309
Where: All over the Bastion
What: SNOW!
Format: I'll match
Warnings: It's Anya.

[For Ibuki and Patchouli]
[Sometime after lunch, Anya takes off to look for two of her best lady friends with a spellbook under her arm and some key ingredients in her pockets.

She's quite cheerful about it, a little oblivious to whatever else might have been going on lately. Cheerful, and insistent. She will track you down.]

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[Later in the day, Bastionites may be surprised to look up and notice that... it's snowing. Not only that, but the temperature has dropped.

At least in the more southerly parts of the Bastion. The farmlands might get a few sporadic flurries, but it isn't cold enough there to stick.

So if you've been missing snowmen or snowball fights or any of those activities that require winter to happen, now's your chance. It's probably not going to last very long.]

((OOC: And feel free to just use this post for mingling!]

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[she overestimates her strength]

[and pushes clear through the ice, breaking it at once and thrusting half of each arm into the depths of frigid water.]

[You'd think she'd be inclined to pull those arms right away - but here she is instead with gaping mouth and wide eyes, apparently stunned.]

[She's in the middle of trying to find the words to respond to that declaration of protection—the other girl's readiness to promise her defense from harm absolutely bowls Myrrh over—when the ice starts to crack.]

Wait—! [And it's too late, and she plunges through.

Myrrh jolts forward, stops—she might not be strong enough to lift her from the heavy water, and if she plunges under too she's done for; she can't do anything—not like this.]

[She folds her wings in front of her. Light envelops her body. Her wings grow wider as she spreads them apart and there's no girl behind them but a dragon, fanged and scaled and sharp and golden and ten or twenty times her size at least and with the same wide, worried eyes.

She plunges one clawed foot through the ice, and the chill spikes through her whole body, following the pathways of her cold-blooded veins.

Too sharp for grabbing, her claws stay wide, but Ikuri fits into her shivering, scaled sort-of-palm when Myrrh scoops her into its center and lifts her out of the water with a few hard wing beats.]

[Lowering herself, she deposits Ikuri into the snow as carefully as she can. She swallows herself in light again and shrinks, a winged girl once more, and drops to her knees by Ikuri's side. She's shivering, but her blood starts to warm and she'll be well soon.]

A-are you—are you all right?!

[This one's trembling too, and far more frantically - perhaps from a shock deeper than the cold. Water trails and drips from her soaked body; some of it even dribbles out of her gaping mouth and into the snow. (There're no apparent efforts to cough it out, but on the other hand, it doesn't seem as though she swallowed that much...)]

[Her eyes seem to flicker between varying degrees of closed and open; quite frankly, her whole expression is probably an unsettling sight. She did not like that at all.]

[She has seen death, but never drowning; they were never close enough to the water for that—but she's not okay, Myrrh can tell, sputtering like that does not mean okay.

Myrrh shakes the other girl's shoulder, desperate. Her voice quavers.] Please—please!

[The spectacle of her transformation always catches attention. She calls out in no particular direction, hoping someone watching can do something, but she knows so little about cleric staves and the extent of their reach.] A—a healer—please, a healer—!

[The sudden jolting that came with her shoulder being shaken probably wasn't too enjoyable either, but such was her state that she couldn't bring herself to react much- just staring blankly.]

[But in the time that passes while Myrrh's calling for help, she-- seems to reassert control over her body. Slowly, she manages to turn herself...in the process, more water spills from her mouth and into the snow; it doesn't seem to occur to her to simply spit out...and she plants her palms against that snowy ground: an abrupt move, and one that causes unease at first, especially considering the events of moments ago...but unlike the ice, that snow has all the earth underneath to support it; there was no second rupture, no unpleasant feelings.]

[Well. No additional unpleasant feelings. She is suddenly very very cold: much more so than she'd been during the snowball fight. It's not something she likes.]

[But though she seems to have the strength to keep holding her body up, head bowed and facing the snow, she...doesn't seem to be breathing all that much, either. She most certainly is breathing, but they're oddly rhythmic and short breathes.]

[While a healer may not be unwelcome, it may not be necessary either, Myrrh. Perhaps this one's okay.]

[And the girl moves—Myrrh scrambles to stand in front of her, arms extended and hands out to offer support. The girl breathes, if barely, and almost holds her own weight. It's something, it's life.]

Please— [She swallows. No healer approaches, but Myrrh can't leave her alone.] Can...can you stand?

[... At first, there's no response, and her arms stay wrapped around herself. Trembling hands eventually raise up toward her own face, pressing on either side of her head. Her jaw's beginning to quiver, and her eyes remain wide and unfocused.]

[All appearances say she is absolutely alive, but simply in an unhappy state of shock. One can only guess she's never been assaulted by that much cold before.]

[Cold—cold, of course; Myrrh isn't familiar enough with such intense cold to know how bad the reaction is, but she can do something about it, can't she? It takes Myrrh a few moments to writhe out of the red robe over her dress, her wings twitching and folding and unfurling with her movements to allow the fabric around it space, but once it's off she lays it over the other girl's shoulders.]

I—I'm sorry. [It's Myrrh's fault the girl was on the ice to begin with, and now she's hurt for it.]

[While undeniably a kind gesture, it may not be as effective as you'd like; a great deal of the cold's sharpness comes from her body still being wet; we'd need to dry her off to really take it out.]

[Fortunately, she has enough of her wits about her to be able to turn her head toward Myrrh, at least. Some awareness has since returned to Ikuri's eyes.]

...W...w-warm....warm...

['I need warmth. That'll make this go away.'
...the robe isn't unappreciated, but it also isn't enough.]

Ah—yes, yes, we...we should get you inside. [There are a few empty buildings nearby, and the concert hall—she's still unfamiliar with the area, but the lost and found, she thinks, is public, and more likely to have something else for her.

Myrrh reaches for Ikuri's hands, gentle, not quite taking them—she won't just grab at the girl, but she hovers her hands near so Ikuri can take hers without much effort.] Here, come with me...

[Invitation accepted. Her own hands close the distance and grasp firmly...perhaps a bit too forcefully, at first, but she seems to recognize this (!) and loosens her grip.]

[And she'll gladly follow wherever Myrrh leads her. (...Momentum seems to help, meanwhile; there's some initial difficulty, but once she gets moving Ikuri does appear to improve slightly.)]

Day 309 [Open]

[3/3]

1/2

2/3 i lied

GOOD TO GO

BEAUTIFUL AND I LIKE

GOOD I'M GLAD

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