Event: Abort! Part Two (day 25, Egret). Luggage carriage

[voidtreckermods]

They are on world world#27462947582 for about five hours, helping, ushering people out of the city, fighting monsters, keeping guard. All seems well in the city itself, peaceful even except for the slight panic of people being told to move south.

Wherever they are, north in the desert, travelling through the countryside to the south or still in the city itself they will notice from their peripheral vision a darkening of the sky. Looking up they will see clouds. Strange clouds, appearing in the blue sky out of nowhere.

Their SCA’s start beeping, rapidly, flashing red. The clouds are too weird to be clouds, dark shapes in the sky. It might be that the Voidtreckers heed the warning and tap their SCA to evacuate to the train. It might be that they do not.

If they don’t then there is a moment, a moment of absolute stillness as those around them notice the shapes. A confused pause. Children stop their chatter, people stop their complaining, even the monsters seem to sense something and pause in their attacks.

The remaining voidtreckers are yanked away, even without pressing their SCA, they glow gold and disappear.

They all appear in the luggage carriage and not even a second later, with no warning the train lurches, flinging everyone off their feet as it enters the void.

It’s not really easy to tell speed in the void, but they will get the sense that they are moving fast. Faster than before, leaving that world and whatever those shapes were behind.

(OOC: Information on this event is here and part one is here)

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[dredefulchilde]

“You filched it,” Joss corrects her, cheekily. “Well done. You’ve quite the weapon now.”

There is a not insubstantial amount of dried blood on his face from when the broken glasses cut into his face, and his eye’s gone all puffy. It’s quite a strange thing, no longer having healing factor. For the first time in centuries he has to rely on others.

“I didn’t know you can heal.” He presents his swollen left eye to her.

[sensitiveapple]

She frowns, looking at the blood all over his face. Head wounds always bleed badly, though. She knows that.

"Well," she admits. "I don't know that I can't heal." She says. Then, she gently takes his face in her hands, closes her eyes and wishes. Her sense of the Force is tired, but she has just enough control to stop the bleeding, and stitch together the worst of his injuries.

Then she stumbles backward, her head buzzing. Yeah, she probably shouldn't have done that.

[dredefulchilde]

“That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement of your skills,” Joscelin teases gently. Still, might as well give it a shot. There are other witches on the train that he can turn to if she can’t heal the black eye.

But it turns out he needn’t bother with all that.

The healing feels strange, a throbbing that’s uncomfortable, if not quite painful. But then it’s over and the results are quite clear: his black eye has been reduced to some very slight greenish-yellow bruising on his cheekbone, the deep cut on the bridge of his nose is completely healed, and the split lip is a scab. The blood is still there, of course, but it will wash off.

He catches her as she stumbles. “Are you all right?”

[sensitiveapple]

She almost hits the floor, again. But he manages to keep her on her feet. But her head is swimming, and there are dark spots in front of her eyes. "I..." She's not sure what's going on, but there are things pressing in on her, and she can feel everyone and knows exactly where they are and how distraught some people are, and the general confusion of the train inhabitants.

... And it's all shoved right into her head, because the Force is nice like that sometimes.

"I don't know." She puts a hand to her head, and tries to blink away the spots.

[dredefulchilde]

"Here--let's get you sitting down."

Joscelin guides Misa through the crowded carriage and out the other side, towards a quiet corner where they can sit down. It doesn't matter that he's shorter and physically weaker than she is; he supports as much of her weight as he can until she's safely deposited in a chair.

"That's the first time you've done that, isn't it?"

[sensitiveapple]

She doesn't sit; she collapses as if her knees were cut out from under her. And she doesn't like it. Nope. And she wants her sword.

Misa goes to shake her head and nearly falls over. "No. I did it on the station." She says, slowly, her eyes blinking rapidly. She doesn't want to fall over, but it might happen anyway.