ᴇʀɪᴋ (metalize) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-03-25 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: erik lehnsherr, ₴ inactive: noah czerny |
WHO: Erik & Noah
WHAT: Doing some ass-kicking and getting they asses beat a little too, as one does
WHERE: By Morningside
WHEN: Yesterday, during the Vulture attack
WARNINGS: Fight scene stuff? Some minor injuries, nothing too bloody or life threatening
STATUS: Complete
The whole situation at the Barns was, well, a mess. He’d had class that day and went with the strict instructions not to leave the house without carrying something that could actually behead a vulture in case because he still needed to use the waypoints in the forest to get into the city to the university. He’d taken his skateboard with him just in case he needed to move faster through the city. Mostly because he preferred skating through the city to walking to it. And now he was armed with more than a few weapons he’d made himself with Erik’s help. It had taken a bit to adjust to the weight of it when skateboarding, but now he was pretty sure he’d gotten the hang of it. Maybe he should make a sword his next thing and then just skateboard around with a sword. He could see if etching or pressing ghosts and skeleton shapes into the blade would be bad for it or if he should just go with a fancy...sword holder. Whatever it was called again. He wasn’t a huge weapons person. He was now officially done with his first class, so he decided to get something to eat at one of the shops near Morningside. Maybe he could stop by and say hi to the guys if they were around. Or Erik, but he figured he might be at work instead. But he didn’t have his schedule memorized, so he could have been wrong...or maybe Erik was a ‘go home for lunch’ kind of person. Noah was gonna have to figure it out some day. Once he got his lunch, he skated across to Morningside. He’d just call the guys from here instead of turning up unexpectedly. Erik generally worked mornings at the smithy, except on Fridays when he taught languages at the DOA school - he got an early start so he could leave early, with the goal to help out with Anka Irene afterward. He liked getting up around sunrise, however, enjoying breakfast while watching the colors stretch outward into the rich blue of the sky - everything seemed to look rosier at that time of day, a lot more golden. The sunrises had been beautiful on Genosha as well - made him miss that part of home, but here he also had Genosha to enjoy and so that made him content enough, and he was able to take those few minutes everyday to appreciate the views. Then because it was Vallo, chaos usually erupted. As it often did. The current situation had to do with the vultures, hybrid predators who were too far gone into their magic, twisted and corrupted beyond reason. Erik dealt with them in the forest where he understood most of them to be clustered - then he was back at home, which was the Morningside apartment he shared with Rogue and Anka Irene; his usual schedule was entirely messed up because of the recent goings-on, but that was fine - he planned to assist where he could. And he’d just been heading out to hit a waypoint that would take him to the forest village where the smithy was (in case Brigitte needed help) when he spotted a familiar face outside the building. “Noah,” he greeted, meeting him on the sidewalk where he was skateboarding. “Fancy meeting you out this way.” Noah looked up when he heard the door open. It was a habit. Like he was actually waiting for something. He put his phone away instead of calling Reggie or Luke. “Hey. Yeah. I had a class and there’s a place across the street that has good food.” He shrugged. “I guess I’m avoiding going back for a but cause I don’t have another class till later. And with the vultures, it’s a lot. They attacked the Barns yesterday, so that was a lot. The animals were freaked out.” He smiled a little. “But they told me to take backup in case I needed to go anywhere. Which is fair. So I have probably too many weapons, but I guess too many is better than not enough?” “That does sound like a lot. Feels like we get very few breaks around here,” Erik returned the smile, though it was somewhat wry - best to just describe life in Vallo as ‘a constant mess,’ something up and down with very little chance for a plateau to occur. It was enough to really render someone exhausted, but interestingly, it seemed like essentially everyone would still choose this over home. Just then, his senses were - prickled, he supposed he should say. That little buzz of electricity you felt skitter up your spine when something was amiss - he felt it, and had little time to contemplate what it was. In the air, he saw them moving quickly - a pack of vultures doing what looked like a coordinated kamikaze dive right for the city, right near Morningside. What Erik did have time to do was instinctively toss up a shield over him and Noah. It was composed of magnetic energy, shimmering like a soap bubble though obviously a lot hardier. That was apparent when rocks rained down, bouncing harmlessly off the sides - the ground rumbled beneath them as more vultures descended; well, he’d been waiting for chaos to erupt and now it had happened. Surprising (or not). “You might need to put those weapons to good use,” he said hastily. “Unless - I can keep you covered if you’d rather not?” Noah’s choice - he didn’t really seem like the type to want to jump into battle, but perhaps Erik was wrong. Noah was going to say something when the rocks started falling. He braced for some kind of impact or at least something that would ricochet from the rocks falling. He was immediately not pleased with the fact that he’d just done this and now he was doing this again. But it was what it was. He looked up at the shield, though. It was still so cool. He momentarily felt disappointed in how ordinary he was, but chose not to linger on that. “I have a skateboard and weapons. If nothing else, I can at least help distract them if you need me to.” Because he didn’t really not fight when his friends were involved and Erik was stuck with him now because of their interactions. He’d been invited to things with him, so now he was going to have to deal with it. It was just that he wasn’t really as unlikely to get hurt as Erik was. “I kind of wish this wasn’t a thing, though. Not going to lie. But we’re friends now and I never leave friends to fight alone, so I guess you’re stuck with me,” he said as he pulled out one of the longer knives. Well, that settled that. Erik couldn’t help but feel proud - not like Noah was his kid or anything (even if he was technically old enough to be his father) but still. He was a good kid (young adult), and they had come a long way in terms of metal art - he’d been tutoring Noah for awhile and he made wonderful progress, even going so far as to make a few of the weapons he had on him now. A shame he actually had to use them in a fight with corrupted vultures but it’d be a decent time to break them in, at least. “You’re stuck with me too,” he replied. “And you read what they said on the network - go for the head.” With that, he pulled the shield back with a flex of his fingers - and began gathering metallic pieces, to use as weapons. Manhole covers, scraps left in the street that he manipulated and elongated to be more spherical, trash can lids - it all lifted in a tornado of debris, and then he sent it flying in every direction when he uncrossed his arms. Thwack. One lid went so fast it decapitated a vulture straight away, slicing its head clean off. And Erik used a propulsion of magnetic energy to boost him up, so he could hover and keep watch at the action below. Noah smiled widely when Erik said that he was stuck with him too. He dropped his skateboard on the ground, pushing off and moving around the rocks. He knew that there was a chance he could get thrown, but there was also a chance he could not get hurt. Probably. He felt the ground start rumbling and took that moment to make a jump as it got closer. The road cracked a little, but he didn’t get knocked to the ground because he was in the air when it went past him. He was pretty sure that Ronan was somewhere feeling intense pride in him in that moment. He did a quick turn then, looking up in time to watch a trash can lid slice a vulture’s head off and whooped his encouragement. It was so cool. And now Erik was basically flying, which was even cooler. He couldn’t wait to tell the boys about it. He pushed forward on the skateboard, squatting down quickly to avoid a vulture that dove at him. “That was close,” he said more to himself than anything else. He rose up, going between rocks and avoiding rocks as they jutted up in front of him. Some of them were harder to avoid than others. Erik kept to the air, preferring more of a birds-eye vantage point so he could observe the vultures attacking - they were all around Morningside, likely having figured out that this was the building where many of the Outlanders lived. Occasionally he’d swoop down, doing a mental flex of his powers and grabbing whatever closest metal object he could use - he didn’t want to disturb the city environment too much so a lot of his makeshift weapons were random coins left in grates or other pieces of trash he shaped into something more deadly. He was mindful of where he threw them too, metal objects zinging after vultures - who moved fast, he had to admit. It was difficult to multitask, and then when fire was lobbed at him, catching him off guard, he flew low to avoid it (he didn’t have his uniform here, the more damage-resistant kinds - any of his uniforms, not even the one given to him by Apocalypse or the one Hank had made back in the 1960s; he only had his telepathy-blocking helmet). Too low, because he crashed into parked cars, rolling off the hood and landing on the ground - a little dazed, but no worse for the wear. Mostly. Then he was back up again, propelled up and gathering more weapons as the battle raged on. “Still fine?” he asked Noah, prepared to cover him if need be. Noah winced slightly as Erik basically fell. Vultures were pretty much the worst. Why did this place just bring evil versions of every bird available? That’s what Noah wanted to know. He had to quickly jump as a Vulture blew fire at him. He hoped that the skateboard would survive the jump. “Also close.” He could imagine Gansey’s face at this moment. He was pretty sure he was having a minor heart attack without explanation. But he landed well enough to avoid injury, which was a good thing. “Yeah,” Noah called back. “I mean, a few almost not fines, but I’m okay.” He glanced at his skateboard, glad to find it didn’t seem to have caught on fire. “Skateboard’s okay!” That being said, he got back on the skateboard, managing to time a hit correctly to chop one head off, which he felt was a small achievement. He continued skating. It wasn’t until he mistimed one of the rocks that shot up out of the ground and he fell backwards, skinning both his elbows in the process. That was going to sting. He got up carefully, picking up his skateboard and checking on Erik before getting back on his skateboard again. At least it wasn’t his knees, he guessed. It seemed as if they both would be sustaining injuries from this experience - but Erik was aware there were others worse off, and he’d try to avoid breaking anything or scarring anything when his wedding was mere weeks away. “Nice hit,” he complimented, having seen Noah skate on by and time a beheading exactly right - those forge-made weapons did the job, didn’t they? Everything was utterly chaotic - there were so many people, and what felt like so many vultures. He kept fighting however, using flat coins this time - they didn’t look like weapons at first, but he manipulated them with his powers until they were perfectly sharp, round spheres and they went fast. About as fast as those vultures moved and when they made contact they sliced heads clean off too - what followed were more explosions, the bodies not actually solid and more like a gore shower of confetti. This portion of the city was going to need quite a bit of cleanup when it was all said and done. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he paused, in the air, to see what it was in case it happened to Rogue or one of the kids - but it was the DOA school, a blast message saying classes were off. Or they were letting the students go, rather. Why they didn’t just hunker down until things settled a little more, he didn’t know, but he felt a surge of panic and needed to get in touch with Rogue to figure out who was getting Anka Irene. He landed beside Noah when it felt as if there was something akin to the eye of a hurricane - maybe a brief respite, with less vultures. “They’re closing the school,” he said. “I need to go get my daughter. Are you alright?” Erik eyed him, assessing his injuries. Noah was not exactly excited about one of his favorite Blink-182 shirts being doused with vulture confetti, but then, he wasn’t that excited about it as something that he had to deal with in his hair either. He guessed he’d definitely need to shower when he got home. He’d have to make it quick. He did his best to fight off what Vultures came toward him, at least managing to cut off one more head. Another rock jumped up and he turned quickly, falling again. He wrinkled his nose as he felt his ankle twist a bit too sharply. He leaned over to touch it. It at least didn’t feel broken or anything, but it hurt. He used one of the rocks to pull himself up and looked up at Erik when he came back down to the ground again. “Yeah. I’m okay, I think.” Which was potentially a lie, but he could find a way back if he needed to or just hide out in the lobby otherwise. “You go ahead and get your daughter.” He’d just have to figure out a way back home without getting more hurt. Now that they were in the city and in the forest. “I’ll find a way home. Might stop by the clinic just to get something for my elbows.” And make sure he didn’t break something. He kind of wished he had his bike now, though. That was most definitely a lie, and Erik’s mouth twisted in rueful amusement. “Hang onto your things,” he instructed Noah - like those weapons, and especially the skateboard. Then he lifted one of Noah’s arms around his shoulders and hoisted them both up off of the ground. They were in the air, propelled by magnetic fields, with Erik skating on them and using them as invisible ramps to some degree - it was how he got around this way, whenever he needed to use his powers to fly, do a sweep, or travel to Genosha in particular. Noah wasn’t very heavy either - regardless, Erik held tightly to him and tried not to exacerbate any of his injuries as he flew on a trajectory toward the clinic. Where he deposited Noah, gently, in front of the building. “I’ll head back toward the school - but if you need anything later let me know, alright? And good work. With those weapons you made.” Noah hugged his knife and skateboard to himself with one arm, the skull pattern pointing out at the general world. He wasn’t trying to hug the wheels to him. Flying was infinitely more awesome than he thought it would be even if he couldn’t stop thinking about the throbbing in his ankle at the moment. But at least he wasn’t overly concerned by anything else that wasn’t how cool flying was. As soon as they landed, Noah carefully held up the bad leg and then let it down gently. He could hobble his way inside and then hobble home or whatever. Again he wished he had his bike, but he was sure he could get back one way or another even if it meant breaking down and calling Ronan, Adam, or Gansey. His smile returned in full force at the compliment on his weapons. “Yeah. I definitely am glad I made it. Thank you for everything today. Sorry to make you do extra. Be safe getting to the school. Tell Anka-Irene I said hi.” He flashed him another smile before making his way inside. |