Day 309 [Open]

[dontyoujustwish]

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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[darkshooter]

[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.]

[dracoleoresin]

[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?

[darkshooter]

[... 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.]

[dracoleoresin]

[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.]

[darkshooter]

[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.]

[dracoleoresin]

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...

[darkshooter]

[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.)]