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[adropofjupiter]

[A. Action 1125/1127 Taylor (Saturday Morning)]

[Marisa was heavy sleeper, but even she wasn't going to sleep through this. Bolting awake, knocking the rubble off of herself, Marisa stared wide-eyed at the devastation around her. She had only two thoughts right then: What they hell was going on and that she needed to get to Patchouli as fast as she could. So, she tried to call for her broom.

...nothing happened. Her brow furrowed and that's when she noticed it. Her magic was gone again. ALL OF IT. Her eyes widened even more. If her magic was gone, then so was Patchouli's. This was bad... very, very, bad. Patchouli was very sickly without her magic. With how hard breathing was for Marisa right then with the dust in the air, she couldn't imagine how hard it was for her girlfriend. So, she had to get to what was left of 340 Brady and hope to the gods that Patchouli was still alive. Panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere.

The witch picked through the remains and eventually found the stairs leading down. This was probably going to be the only time anyone was thankful she was such a packrat. So, she grabbed a beaten pack, tossed a few things from the basement into it, and grabbed a bed sheet, paint, shoelaces and a wooden pole. Once back up, she grabbed a few things from the wreckage before yelling next door.]

OI! CIEL! YOU ALIVE?


[B. Trekking Across Mayfield (Saturday/Sunday)]

[With a pack slung over her shoulder and a bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole, Marisa appears to be on a mission. She's scraped up and there's a tear in the skirt of her dress, betraying dried blood on her leg and bringing attention to a bit of a limp. Determined though she is, she's not going to completely ignore any other living person she crosses paths with.]


[C. Saturday Night]

[It's dark, but someone is still traversing through the wreckage. With a dim, old flashlight in hand, and the bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole that she's -definitely- using for some support, Marisa continues to pick her way through the rubble.]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Keep wiggling your toes, ze. Even if you can't feel 'em, keep trying.

[She looks around and finds some cloth. She rips pieces of it and wraps it around her hands. Then she grabs the beam and tries to pull it off. Nope. She wasn't strong enough. So she looked through the rest of the rubble for something to use as a lever.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

I'll try to, Marisa--

[When the witch's voice becomes more distant, Flandre cries out, panicked.]

Is Marisa going away?!

[There's what looks like a shower rod over yonder.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No, no, honey. I'm trying to find something to get the rubble off you. I won't leave you.

[She grabs the rod and tests it. Seems sturdy enough. She comes back and jams it under the beam. Gripping it tightly and planting her injured leg against the rubble for added leverage, she grit her teeth against the pain and tried to pry the beam off the pile.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre makes a not-so-little whining sound, only calming a little bit this time.]

[The beam shifts, sluggishly, making an alarming grating noise that made Flandre go very quiet. What was that? Maybe if she was quiet, the thing that was making the noise would go away, and her wings wouldn't hurt so much anymore.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[PROGRESS! Marisa hisses in pain as she uses more of her weight and pushes even harder against that injured leg to get the beam to move more. If she could just get it moved enough to fall off the pile...]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Slowly but steadily, the beam rumbles and finally topples away, to lie on some other unoccupied bit of wreckage.

Flandre heaved a big sigh in relief, starting to stretch out her wings--ans then stopping short with another cry as a sharp pain jolted through one of them. She wasn't used to having so many new nerve endings...]

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I don't need charity from anyone. If you think I've never been alone in a disaster before, think again.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...I was just offering, ze. No need to be like that.

[And she turns away and starts across the wreckage again. She's got more important things to be doing than putting up with him when all she did was offer him something to eat.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[!!]

Are you okay?

[Time to ignore her own pain and the fresh blood slipping slowly down her leg to start pulling more rubble off Flandre.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre deflates--and her voice sounds a bit reedy, like a child trying not to cry too much.]

My wing hurts again, Marisa.

[When the wreckage is finally all peeled away, Flandre shrinks from the light briefly before peeking first one eye open and then the other.]

Marisa?

[One of her wings is mostly unscathed; mostly some light bruising and discomfort. The other one is where the mess lies; a few of the delicate outer wing bones have been broken. But with the weight removed from her back, her toes had started to get pins and needles again, instead of being numb.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Okay, no MAJOR damage. Marisa half-collapses down next to Flandre to get the weight off her leg, and immediately pulls the tiny vampire into a hug. She know that probably hurt because it moved the wing, but she needs the hug and so does Flandre.]

I got you... I got you...

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre whines again when the wing was dislodged, but, but--

--someone was hugging her. Marisa was. The little vampire buried her face in the witch's shoulder, returned the embrace and shivered and shivered. She was still distressed, very much so...but she had Marisa to cling to this time.]

I don't...want to be alone, Marisa... [At least not right now.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa held Flandre tightly and hoped her naturally high body heat would help warm the vampire up. She grabbed the banner and wrapped it about them and gave Flandre a kiss on the top of the head.]

You're not alone, honey. I've got you.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre hadn't realized how cold she was until she was pressed up against Marisa; she snuggled as far as she could towards that heat source. Without her hat, she could feel that kiss much more easily.

It would be a stretch to say she relaxed, then--more like going limp, at least partway. She made a noise somewhere between a grumble and another whimper.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Just stay here until you're warm. Once you're warm, I'll take a look at your wing.

[She stroked the vampire's back lightly between the wings and rest her cheek against Flandre's head. She would be patient and the blood was already starting to clot again.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

I will, Marisa... [Flandre murmured into the witch's shoulder before sighing again. And for awhile she was quiet, though her spine did arch a bit under Marisa's hand. This was better. Much better. Even though she was surrounded again and held fast, this was soft and warm and comforting, not cold and prickly and trying to hurt her.

Eventually, she stopped shivering. She would have drifted off to sleep but for the sharp ache in her wing]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

There... Feeling a bit better now?

C;

[gandere]

What are you carrying?

[ Spoken from on top of a larger pile of wreckage is one girl in a thick red jacket. Her silhouette might be hard to determine in the darkness however. So maybe she'll recognize her from her voice alone. ]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

Mhm.

[She would ordinarily stretch her wings, but they hurt too much. One more than the other.]

Are my wings broken?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[The voice is familiar, but Marisa can't place it right then. So, she trains the flashlight on its source. Having fun being blinded, Rin.]

A banner. Gotta have something that can be seen pretty easy from a distance, ze.

[gandere]

[ Lifting her arm to shield her eyes from the bright light. ]

And what exactly do you plan to do with the banner? [ Even though she sounds annoyed, it's a legitimate question. ] Well?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I think the one is. Here, let me take a look. It's gonna hurt, but I'll try to be as gentle as I can. Then I'll know what to do.

[She unwraps them and shifts to take a look at the wing, using the softest touch she can.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Now that she recognizes Rin, Marisa lowers the light and then shuts it off to conserve batteries]

It's got my sigil on it, ze. Really... it's just so that if Patchy catches sight of it, she'll know where I am. I have no idea how I'm gonna find her in all this.

If worse comes to worse, I can use it for bandages or a blanket.

[gandere]

[ Lowering her arm once more, Rin squats a bit to relax, remaining stationary in her position. It might be difficult to even make her out from a distance. A tactic to not draw attention to them. ]

I don't think very many can see that sort of thing in the dark. [ Rin did though, so doesn't that defeat the purpose? ] Patchy.. a friend of yours? [ The name is familiar, but Rin honestly doesn't keep up with people who fail to catch her interest sadly. ] I guess planning for a safe place to meet up at is kind of difficult to do.

You should try to rest though.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh, right now it's just helping me keep my footing. [And helping with her injured leg, but she's not going to point that out.]

Patchy's my girlfriend, ze. Patchouli Knowledge. I have to find her and without damn landmarks, I keep getting turned around. At least at night I can navigate by the stars so I'm going in the right direction.