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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:47:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, dean winchester, location: forest, luna lovegood, open, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Day 10: Forest - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Forest
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. Leaves rustled and bushes shivered, creating a pleasant woodsy sound of wind lacing its way through the greenery. Any birds or animal stopped, sitting silent in anticipation of what is about to come. They sense it.

The ground grumbled and heaved violently then. Several large trees cracked and groaned, splitting in half and crashing to the forest floor. Other large trees simply uprooted along the path of the rumbling, falling into smaller trees and bushes. Parts of the forest floor ripped open with steaming pockets of hot air rising out of them to sear or burn anyone that happened to be nearby them. The birds shot up out of their trees, flying out across the town in huge droves. Deer and other animals ran in every direction, seeking shelter of clearings or open air.

All along the edges of the forest, the glass wall rippled. In town, if anyone happened to look up at the sky, they would see this affect as a shimmering, prismatic shiver. The sounds of destruction from all parts of Vas Captio would carry up and along the dome, sending voices and noise to other parts of the town and forests in massive cacophony and confusion. Someone in the gas station might sound as though they were at the barn and so on and so forth.

Through the entire quake, the glass wall will stand firm. It will not crack or crumble even in the minutest way. It is untouched when all goes quiet again.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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Re: Dean & Luna

luna_llena
2009-06-08 07:16 pm UTC (link)

He was in bad shape. Worse, it could have been, and she had seen such states of completely broken bodies. With lifeless eyes that had to be laid out in the Great Hall. Still, he was her friend, she did not know what else he could possibly be, but at least her friend. And she did not want to see him injured at all, let alone broken bones and blood.

Dean coughed and sputtered, and one of her hands stilled on his upper arm, where he was uninjured, her fingers spread out to curl around his bicep. "Breathe slowly, it will hurt less," dreamy tone not lost for the Earth's attempt to shake them off into the sky, Luna did her best to be soothing. Thinking nothing less of him for the tears that were flowing, knowing that when you were in pain, you were in pain. And without pain potions, or something of the Muggles' 'medicine,' she could not change it at the moment.

Not that she would give him that Ketamine potion. Never.

The hand she had on his arm was badly burned, and while she was not feeling the pain immediately, when it would be pointed out later, she would feel it intensely. Since her awakening she had gained a few minor scrapes, including her knees, she was disheveled and that white sundress she had initially arrived in was dirty. But all in all, "I am okay." With the back of the knuckles of her free hand, and her thumb, she brushed away the tears that were streaking down his face. "You protected me."

A small warm smile passed onto her lips, fully making its way into her eyes and her usually far off expression. "Thank you," even as she spoke she was wishing for her wand so that she could send off a Patronus to alert a need for help. Her injured hand was picked up, and she winced at the minute pain that was growing as she held it up. Concentration had a small bubble appearing just over her palm, without directing anything exactly it began to glow from within with a faint golden light. But nothing like the beaming white hare that was her patronus.