Zuko's quick actions means the fire hits first, consuming the Gasfella's injured shoulder and the blaze only feeding off of its cloak. It slams down a hand onto the spot in a half hearted attempt to extinguish it, but its attention is still focused on absconding. At least, that's where it's attention is until a minecart suddenly flies straight at it anyway.
It makes a jerk in an attempt to dodge the large cart, but it still clips the Gasfella and nearly spins it right into one of the fire tornadoes Tris and Zuko have made. Even 'nearly' is enough to set it more ablaze, however, and that includes the large shovel it manages to grasp from the floor where other mining tools are scattered thanks to the minecart. It uses the tool to dig into the earth and wrench it away from the pull of Tris' wind. The fiery shovel soon goes flying out of its hand towards Colin... but not before its head goes jerking back as its hit by the engineer's gun.
Even as the shots all hit- although one doesn't get the Gasfella's eye and is instead lodged in what could be called its 'cheek'- it still moves stubbornly forward after grabbing another drill like tool in one hand. It's leaving a trail of oily blood after all this, now, shining a sickly kind of bright blue in the light. It heads for one of the rock walls that are left, attempting to float and climb up one in an attempt to gather the high ground and perhaps shelter. Although when a rock breaks off in its hand, it tries to throw that back at Colin too.
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For a heavy second, there's nothing but silence. Then, another light twangy sound- and another, and another, and another. Turns out that wasn't an echo after all. The sounds come from all over the little clearing. There's a lot in the pile of shards, but also coming from the rocks themselves, or at least somewhere from within them. A multitude of voices respond back to her, quiet and young and curious.
There's the sound of more than a few somethings burrowing about in the stone, and the quiet clicking of shards being moved about from the pile. The twangy sound gets a little quieter as they're exchanged back and forth. Another response-
_____________Are you dirty? ___Are you hungry? ________________________Did ours let you come? _____________Where is ours? Ours? ________Hello?
There's going to be a lot of little voices echoing the louder ones, over and over again. 'Hello' is especially popular, it seems. From the shards, there's the sound of something tiny being grinded and clicked.
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Zuko's quick actions means the fire hits first, consuming the Gasfella's injured shoulder and the blaze only feeding off of its cloak. It slams down a hand onto the spot in a half hearted attempt to extinguish it, but its attention is still focused on absconding. At least, that's where it's attention is until a minecart suddenly flies straight at it anyway.
It makes a jerk in an attempt to dodge the large cart, but it still clips the Gasfella and nearly spins it right into one of the fire tornadoes Tris and Zuko have made. Even 'nearly' is enough to set it more ablaze, however, and that includes the large shovel it manages to grasp from the floor where other mining tools are scattered thanks to the minecart. It uses the tool to dig into the earth and wrench it away from the pull of Tris' wind. The fiery shovel soon goes flying out of its hand towards Colin... but not before its head goes jerking back as its hit by the engineer's gun.
Even as the shots all hit- although one doesn't get the Gasfella's eye and is instead lodged in what could be called its 'cheek'- it still moves stubbornly forward after grabbing another drill like tool in one hand. It's leaving a trail of oily blood after all this, now, shining a sickly kind of bright blue in the light. It heads for one of the rock walls that are left, attempting to float and climb up one in an attempt to gather the high ground and perhaps shelter. Although when a rock breaks off in its hand, it tries to throw that back at Colin too.
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Kitten
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For a heavy second, there's nothing but silence. Then, another light twangy sound- and another, and another, and another. Turns out that wasn't an echo after all. The sounds come from all over the little clearing. There's a lot in the pile of shards, but also coming from the rocks themselves, or at least somewhere from within them. A multitude of voices respond back to her, quiet and young and curious.
Hello?_____________Hello?
___Hello?___Hello?__Hello?__________Hello? Hello?
______Hello?______Hello? Hello?____Hello?
_____________Hello?______Hello?
There's the sound of more than a few somethings burrowing about in the stone, and the quiet clicking of shards being moved about from the pile. The twangy sound gets a little quieter as they're exchanged back and forth. Another response-
_____________Are you dirty?
___Are you hungry?
________________________Did ours let you come?
_____________Where is ours?
Ours?
________Hello?
There's going to be a lot of little voices echoing the louder ones, over and over again. 'Hello' is especially popular, it seems. From the shards, there's the sound of something tiny being grinded and clicked.