andres ♔ in the dark of day teach us love again

[silvermaid]

♬ new revolution - gin wigmore

WHO || Anastacia O'Keefe, Bambi Dalton, Frankie Matera, Helen Magnus, Alaric Saltzman, Alice Lincoln, Edain, Thoster Chatwyn, Hook, Adi Laskaris, Max Rast, Brantley River
WHAT || A team of Knights is tasked with providing transport off the Island for local Shadowkind
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam

[ The two groups responsible for evacuation of Shadowkind travel to the island via stealth boat, which puts their arrival a little behind everyone else's.  They run aground not far from both the woods, and the harbor.   Edain grins out at the sleepy island, dressed in full armor, hand on the hilt of his sword.  Anastacia frowns as she watches the woods, however, clearly more on edge about what they have to do. ]

From here, everything looks so peaceful...

Comments

[pathology]

[astrid doesn't say YEAH T-DIDDLE GOD YOU'RE SO STUPID out loud, but that's basically what her face says.]

[godblessyou]

Well, I know you're not gonna send out the non-magic guys, but I can heal just as well as him. I mean, we're even both gnomes! If I had a beard I bet you guys couldn't tell us apart. Does it really matter that much which one of us goes out?

[pathology]

[ E X C U S E

Y O U

?????

astrid makes her will save ... somehow, but it's still only like 12. so she legit looks like she's going to blow a gasket and starts ranting in german under her breath. the gist of it is not very nice ngl.]

[theminotaur]

Magic doesn't make you instantly competent. [ SHE SAW STILES' "MAGIC BANDAID" ] Astrid is the best medic in the castle.

[godblessyou]

[Taradiddle just waves a hand dismissively.] Medics can't regrow arms and bring people back from the dead. You need magic for that.

[pathology]

You don't know anything about SCIENCE! [/soulbonds with glados in this moment i guess.]

[lurings]

You put a band-aid on a knife wound. [ where is this magic you speak of is basically the not at all veiled subtext. it's not even subtext. it's text. abigail appreciates clerics, solace regrew her ear. she also appreciates things she knows work -- like medicine. magic didn't wake her up from a coma and keep her from bleeding to death. so team astrid it is. ]

[layonhands]

I think we recognize that we are both necessary tonight. I don't think there's any cause to argue about who's more valuable.

[pathology]

I wasn't arguing with anyone about who's more valuable. But to treat me like I'm worthless, like, what, I was just brought here to play cards and look pretty? That's bullshit. You're [she gestures at t-diddle] bullshit. Dumme ziege. You don't know anything. And, just for the fucking record, doctors are reattaching limbs and bringing people back from the dead every fucking day. And there's no limit on how many times they can do it daily, either.

[godblessyou]

[Oh my god, Astrid. Taradiddle rolls her eyes.] I didn't say you were useless. But even you can't deny that magic is a whole lot faster and since we're in the middle of a war? Fast is good. Your unlimited healing's gonna be great for after the fight and all the random civilians we get, but for the people who have to get right back up and keep fighting? Magic is obviously gonna be better. I mean, come on. I bet you'd rather have someone pop your arm back on no muss no fuss than walk around with it sewn on and in a sling for however many months that takes to get better.

Why did you decide to learn the slow way?

[pathology]

[real answer??? or melodrama???

melodrama.]

Because I'm the only deity I need.

[and now she's going to flounce off to the other side of the boat. solace can text her if he needs her ok. w/e.]

[sirsolace]

[ solace watches her go with a deep frown before cutting a look at taradiddle that feels more than a little scolding. ] Sir Taradiddle.

[godblessyou]

[Uh oh dad's mad.]

What?

[sirsolace]

I don't believe I should have to spell out what was wrong about your approach to this discussion.

[lurings]

[ while solace is scolding taradiddle, abigail gets up and heads toward astrid under the illusion of going to hit the head. she does briefly poke in to grab a paper towel to wipe her hands, but then she ducks back out and quietly sits next to astrid like nbd. oops, segregation. look, she only cares about solace and astrid is normally nice to her and doesn't often stab people? so... w/e ]

[sirsolace]

[ meanwhile SOLACE TAKES ANOTHER CALL ] The prison team requires one of us immediately.

[godblessyou]

[Taradiddle's just kind of sulking now since she doesn't... have any cleric friends to talk with. Erky seemed cool but he's gone, and now it's just Abby and Astrid who she's sure are being mean about her. Plus Solace is mad at her and she's honestly not sure where it got out of control like this. She doesn't think particularly poorly of non-magic healers, past not understanding why they'd go the route they'd go. She does think kind of poorly of Astrid, and that's partly Astrid being abrasive and partly Taradiddle being friends with Bambi. She didn't think much at all of Abigail until she started ganging up with Astrid against her.

She's feeling lonely and friendless and like she made a huge mistake joining the knights at all. She can't even do that much healing herself. Who's she trying to fool? She doesn't belong here.

So she doesn't volunteer. She just shrugs a shoulder.]

You're just gonna pick someone, right?

[sirsolace]

Considering the extent of their reported injuries, I believe it will be best to send Sir Vergara.

[layonhands]

Right away. [ she nods and moves to disembark without question. ]

[godblessyou]

So what reported injuries will be worthy of the rest of us? Paper cuts?

[sirsolace]

Delegation is a matter of experience and timing, Sir Taradiddle. Those on missions that are more time sensitive, or who are likely to face down further enemies very soon, are in greater need of the instant relief provided by clerics, particularly those who are able to heal great damage very swiftly. Those in a position to take the time to recuperate will be tended by our medics. I would ask that you trust me to do the job I'm assigned to do, as I will of you when your time comes.

[lurings]

[ la de da abigail and then astrid come back because abigail is the cat whisperer.

astrid is the cat in this scenario.

anyway, abigail takes her same seat again and pulls out a granola bar because she's hungry and silently offers some to taradiddle. ~peacemaking or whatever. taradiddle can also be a cat. ]

[godblessyou]

[Taradiddle's still sulking, but she's also hungry, so she eyes the granola bar.]

...is it poisoned?

[lurings]

[ popping some in her mouth, abigail shakes her head. ] Only if you're allergic to peanut butter or chocolate.

[godblessyou]

[She tilts her head and pulls her grey cloak closer around her body.]

You don't have to pretend to be nice.