andres ♔ you gotta bring me to life

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WHO || Lis'sa Trinall, Zero, Andrew Gatewood, Jordan Reeves, Emma Swan, Faye Chamberlain, Lila Zacharov, Aurelius Greyfire, Mars Dacey, Kate Bishop
WHAT || A team of Knights is tasked to take control of the Communications tower on the island.
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam

[  The communications tower team is two-fold, but they'll be traveling together to the Isle via a greater teleport scroll as well.  The larger group arrives at the outskirts of the wood, and it's easy enough to spot the giant tower, not far off down the road.  Night is falling, and they're shaded from the empty road at the moment by the tree line they're close to.   Lis'sa looks irritated by the method of travel, checking over her supplies before confirming for them that they've landed on target.  Zero hoists his laptop case onto his shoulder, as Aurelius pats himself down, obviously afraid of missing body parts from the jaunt. ]

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[reallywicked]

[As the other group leaves, Faye finally acknowledges Jordan's existence.]

Thanks. For helping with the- [Blood. God, there's a lot of blood.]

[wishuponadjinn]

[jordan catches her eye, nodding with a look of understanding.] Of course. I only wish my spell had been more effective.

[his free hand is reaching impossibly far into the pocket of his jacket as he speaks, buried past his elbow before he is pulling it free, along with with a fancy bottle that he places on the ground next to his knee. being sure not to jostle emma, or to lose pressure on her wound, his hand is then going into the open lip of the bottle, seemingly impossible for it's size as he buries his arm up to his bicep, obviously digging for something, a look of frustration crossing his features as he seems to be tossing things aside within. after a few more seconds he seems to find what he was looking for, pulling his arm up and out, along with a large black linen towel, which he proceeds to place over emma's wound.

the bottle he leaves on the floor next to his knee.]

[reallywicked]

[What is happening right now.

Faye stares as he pulls out the bottle and starts digging around in it.]

Uh. What the fuck is that?

[Actually she just grabs it and looks inside because this is weird even for the girl who studies magic all day every day.]

[wishuponadjinn]

[as soon as she touches the bottle he goes rigid, eyes sparking and a ringing sound coming from him (listen check dc 17 to determine where from him it was coming. a good spot check (dc 11) would reveal two silver bands encircling both of his wrists embedded into his skin from the looks of it.

darkness is all she can see as she peers inside the bottle, but she would hear things rattling and clanking inside. his eyes are trained on her fingers wrapped around the filigreed container, the blue glowing with a sapphire light.]

N-n [it's stuttered, almost like he's choking as he tries to get the words out.] I-it's my b-bottle, Mas-[and the word is choked off again before he finishes it, obviously changing what he was going to say, and not well.]-Faye.

[reallywicked]

[With a listen of 19 and a spot of 15, she's catching on. Her fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle, looking back over at him as he starts a work but doesn't quite finish.]

Oh my god. You're a-- [And then the power goes out, mirroring the way her mind immediately drifts to things that it shouldn't. She could have everything. She could unlock true power. She could get rid of Henry before he ever had the chance to remind Emma that she loved him.]

How many? [She forces out between clenched teeth as she argues against the small part of herself that is trying desperately to be the better person she's become.] How many wishes?

[wishuponadjinn]

[his face contorts, falling at her words, her seething want. he can feel it, feel her desperation as she wars with the greed that takes all who possess the bottle of the Djinn. but he is forced to answer, a feeling he has never known, not with this intensity, this dominating force.]

Three. Three wishes. [the words are forced out before he can stop them, eyes falling closed briefly. with a deep breath he opens them once more, blue eyes sincere, pleading.] Please Faye, don't do this. Please, put it down. You don't know what these... wishes do to people. I do. I've seen it my entire life. It never leads to anything but misery. Now is not the time for this. [Diplomacy: 22??]

[reallywicked]

[He's so sincere, so intense in his pleading that it nearly breaks through the vision of her life that she can so plainly see. Nearly. (will save 23) Absently, she wets her lips, eyes adjusting to the darkness and finding his gaze.]

Shut up. [She tells him in a sharp, hushed tone as she gets up to find her fallen bag. Lila had packed it for her, essentials for the mission. And now she was adding a souvenir.] Not a word about this. I think you should be able to manage that. You can be a good boy for your master, can't you?

[She doesn't know the rules. She's certainly not going to wish him to be silent. But the term 'master' held a weight that extended beyond wishes, didn't it? She was hoping- or rather, depending on it.]

[wishuponadjinn]

[he gets silent on command, not answering her rhetorical question, eyes glued to his bottle as faye places it in her bag. he doesn't look mad, on the contrary he rather looks sad about the turn of events, eyes focusing once more upon emma's prone form. his eyes are still sparking, a glow emanating from them that hadn't been there before.

his body language seems almost deferential when he looks up to faye again, mouth drawn down into sad lines.]

[reallywicked]

Don't give me that puppy dog eye bullshit. [Even if he's not going to say anything, if he looks distraught, people will know in a hurry.] Just... act normal.

[Pretend like she isn't making you her slave, gosh.]

Where the fuck is Solace anyway?

[Still expecting the big dog and not a lackey cleric to show up. gonna be so mad when she finds out...]

[wishuponadjinn]

[he...tries to make is face not look like a kicked puppy, but doesn't really seem to know what to do with his features because her command to "act normal" in context with the situation they are in results in him looking...even more like a wounded puppy.

how do u act normal when holding a bleeding gut wound?? look sad? look moar sad??? y/y. ]

I think looking saddened while holding a bleeding teammate seems appropriate in this situation. [but hell if he knows where solace is, though he is sure hoping he hurries up for some faye-tervention.]

[reallywicked]

[She thinks that over.]

Alright, fair point. [She takes a breath and focuses on Emma again.]

How is she?

[Just... casually switching back to talk about Emma. Nothing to see here.]

[wishuponadjinn]

[he looks back down to emma, brow creasing for obvious reasons.] I think she is stable, at least. But I'm not sure.

[just as casually changes topics, no biggie.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye nods, and then her phone buzzes and she sees Lila's text. She's only slightly relieved, because Emma is still... not okay.]

Still no cleric

[She texts back to just Lila because group messages are annoying. Oh and she glances up at Jordan.]

They got the com tower.

[wishuponadjinn]

Oh. That's good. [ his voice is subdued, muted as he answers her statement. Just a few moments ago that would have elicited more excitement from him, but now he felt little cause to celebrate. /mopey Joe over here. ]

[reallywicked]

[She hesitates briefly as she looks at him, a small crack in the shell that she had wrapped around her.]

Look. We'll talk about it when we get home, okay? I just... That's not the kind of thing you let go of without thinking it over.

[Good people might, Faye.]

[wishuponadjinn]

[ (Will save:Nat 20) at her words his eyes come back to her face, blue eyes blazing eerily as he says nothing for the space of a few moments. Now that she is no longer holding his bottle the odd ringing sound that had been coming from the bands around his wrists has quieted, leaving in the air a heavy silence between the two of them.

Whatever he feels about her words, her promise to talk after this was over, nothing shows on his face as he answers. ] Is that a promise?

[reallywicked]

[She's already feeling a little guilty. Just a little. Not enough to actually give up the phenomenal cosmic powers that are possibly at her disposal through him. But she's not trying too hard to see through his poker face.]

Yeah, sure. It's a promise.

[bittersweeter]

What's a--What the fuck, Solace still hasn't shown up? [ oh hey y'all, she's back. and looking thoroughly annoyed that emma is still bleeding through the tampon. apparently she thinks solace can just fly his ass over idk. teenagers, amirite. ]

[sternshield]

Solace? [ a voice speaks up from behind them, and then erky steps up, face falling as he sees emma ] No, it's-- it's me. How is she?

[reallywicked]

How is..? [Faye turns to look at the sorry excuse for a cleric that shows up. Aca-scuse me? This is not the healer she ordered. She would like a refund for store credit.]

Who the fuck are you?

[sternshield]

Her squire. [ and he kneels down at her side, laying one hand against her neck (+18 hp) ]

[reallywicked]

What do you think you're-?! [Oh, he's doing the healing thing. Faye settles down.] Just don't make her worse.

[grumble grumble protective grumble.]

[uncurse]

[ wakey wakey.

At 17 hp, Emma coughs, returning to consciousness. Harsh and jarring, the movement shakes her whole chest, and her shoulders as well. She leans forward, eyes wide, glancing around sharply. Realizing that the battle's over, she relaxes, but only slightly. The bullet wound clearly still racks her body. ]

… Erky? [ She looks between the four of them, baffled. ] What happened?

[bittersweeter]

You got shot. Jordon stopped the bleeding. With a tampon. The flock of nerds took down the island's communications while you were out, so we've got that sorted. [ looking pale and tremulous, she gives emma the ghost of a smile, keeping her tone even and light. no big deal. nope. not at all. emma was just shot right in front of her, it's fine. ] Erky healed you, so if you have flashbacks to Scotland, that's why. You're not allowed to go first around corners anymore.

[uncurse]

[ Her mind catches up—right before she'd gone down. Watching him pull the trigger. Her hand raises and compresses over her wound. Pulling her hand away from her chest, she looks down at it, grimacing at the severity of it now that she can see the blood. ]

Shit.

[ Noting the cotton string, she pulls the tampon free. Erky's spell did enough for the bleeding to be stopped on its own, and she throws what amounted to a bullet wound cork aside. Steadily, she starts trying to get to her feet. ]

Kate and the others are still outside, right? We've gotta find a place to stuff the guards before they come to. Hold the line until it's all over.