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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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Dean & Luna & Remy

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-10 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Gambit shook his head, smiling even as the other man begged to be given a minute, even as he begged for no more. But the Cajun continued. He couldn't stop then, not with the arm set at rights. If Dean wiggled around he'd mess it up and it'd have to be done all over again. However, once he had the sticks on, and the new sticks in his hand, he was sitting back in his heels to allow Dean some time to catch his breath and let the pain turn from a stabbing one into a dull ache.

"We ain' done yet. You take a res', but don' t'ink you can sleep, Gamin. Your han's are nex'. 'Den we get you to 'de Gym, 'dey got doc'ers 'dere. 'Dey set your han's up righ'. I'm jus' gon' make sure 'dey don' move 'roun' too much when we move you. You t'ink you gon' be able to walk alrigh'?" He was lifting up to his feet in a graceful, fluid motion as he asked. His knees hurt and he was tired of crouching over. Both hands found their way into his pockets again.

"Wha's your name?" He finally asked, to the blonde girl hovering nervously over the injured guy. It wouldn't due not to know her name, right?

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Re: Dean & Luna & Remy

luna_llena
2009-06-11 12:12 pm UTC (link)

Honestly she had thought that what had happened with Andy and Lexie had been the worst example of Muggle patching up that she would see. Imagine, using floss for teeth to stitch someone up like a pillow. But watching Dean cry out in an extreme pain, up close and personal was even worse.

Luna much rather would have been able to administer pain potion, or some white willow bark tea to at least take the edge off his discomfort.

For all her memory, she had only been in this glass bubble village for eight days. Naturally she distinctly remembered the Dark Mark appearing in the sky, but for her, it was the night before. Time had lapses without her knowledge and as of then, she still did not know that she had been gone more than a few minutes at all.

It was with dully shining eyes that she watched as Dean rolled slightly towards her, recognizing that he was not moving towards her as much as away from the red haired man who was fixing his arm. Still, Luna moved her hand from brushing her fingers over his jaw to rubbing gently over his shoulder, just to let him know that she was there. Whether or not he acknowledged or even consciously realized it, it did not matter to her, just that she knew that being comforted in pain at least gave you some tether to hold onto besides the pain. Even if it was all unconscious. Luna remembered holding onto Neville's hand when Madame Pomfrey had been fixing the scars in the skin of her back, all those years ago.

Sympathy and gratitude rose to a high level for Dean's current condition, even as she looked up at the other man's question. "Luna. My name is Luna Lovegood."

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Dean & Luna & Remy

hellsboy
2009-06-11 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Taking slow, deep breaths, Dean brought himself back under control. His breath still rasped as he lay on his side but the pain was subsiding into an easier to manage throbbing. As soon as he caught his breath and the pain had lessened enough, Dean struggled to pull himself up to a sitting position without the use of his hands or arms. He gritted his teeth as his ribs protested but at least he wasn't writing on the ground anymore.

After a beat, Dean nodded to the red-eyed man. "Yeah, I think I can walk," he said quietly. His ears still felt a bit fuzzy but he could hear much better than before and his mind was a lot more focused now that he was in less pain. It was still an effort to breathe but he was grateful he wasn't more hurt and that Luna appeared to be completely unhurt. He'd done his job.

The difficult part was going to be getting to his feet but he was sure the other dude already had a plan on that. As long as he didn't have to move too quickly though, Dean was sure he could stand. Probably even walk to the damn gym by himself and let old red-eyes take Luna to safety with Sam. As always, Sam was the only one he truly trusted to keep people safe or understand how to deal with this fucking place.

"Thanks, man," he said, looking up at the other guy. "I owe you one. Or a few. I'm sure Lexie can patch me up just fine. So long as she's okay." He hoped to hell that nothing had happened to Lexie. Suddenly he wanted to be on the way to the gym now to make sure she was okay. "I'm ready for the rest of the treatment," he said.

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Dean & Luna & Remy

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-11 06:22 pm UTC (link)

"Bien. Hol' still. 'Dis gon' hur', but not as bad as 'de o'ters." The Cajun gave the older man a nod, before he was picking up those sticks again and setting them (four each, two on top and two on the botton) over Dean's closest hand, forcing his fingers to stretch out as he did, then he began wrapping above the wrist, with the strips of the shirt. Tight enough, once again, to be uncomfortable. And he'd get all the way down to the meaty part of his hand before pausing briefly, to straighten his fingers again and put them close together, keeping his thumb tucked to the side, not beneath the hand, and began wrapping again. Nice and tight. When he was finally done, his hand would look much like a t-shirt mitten, wrapped up like that, with no digits, not even a thumb.

After giving poor Dean a moment to rest, the Cajun started on that opposite hand, and he would wrap the last strip of the other man's shirt around, until he got to the meaty part of the hand, and he realized that he'd run out of material. "Vous savez. Rien ne va jamais ma voie. Qu'est-ce qui est avec cela? Si ce gars était plus gros, il aurait eu assez de blouse. Mais non. Il devrait mettre un poids pour la fois suivante que cela arrive. Mon Dieu." Gambit liked to complain while he was doing nice things. It made him seem less.. well.. nice. He wasn't a hero! Get it straight.

So he was tugging a strip of material out of his pocket, he'd managed to find it and collected it up, so he could use it as a weapon later on.. but here he was, sacrificing it. That was really why he was complaining. The extra fabric was carefully wrapped around the other hand in the same manner, and once it was done, Gambit was lifting off his knees and into a crouching position. "Time to stan'." He announced smoothly, then lifted up enough to be able to move one leg out over both of Dean's, so he was crouching over his lap. He'd noticed that he was having a bit of trouble breathing, so he didn't want to grab around his chest, and this was the easiest way on him, with his own bad shoulder. Both hands caught Dean under the arms and on the count of three, he was standing slowly and leaning back, moving his feet back as they stood, until they were both up, and face to face.

That was when the Cajun broke into a smile again. "You owe me." He agreed easily and with a nod. But after a few seconds, his eyebrows slowly went up. "Deer, really? You go' run over by deer?" For some reason.. that was amusing for him.

[*Translation: You know. Nothing ever goes my way. What's with that? If this guy were fatter, he would have had enough shirt. But no. He should put on some weight for the next time this happens. My God.]

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Re: Dean & Luna & Remy

luna_llena
2009-06-13 02:23 am UTC (link)

Withdrawing her hand from Dean's shoulder, she did give one last attempt to help him stand, if only with a gentle touch at his back. Physical strength was certainly not an area she excelled in, but she understood that everyone had different benefits and drawbacks to bring to a group.

Without further acknowledgment, she took a step back and simply waited to be of some use. The uninjured of her two hands nervously summoned a golden bubble, but kept in her palm, while her expression was its normally dreamy setting. Or, at least, the closest proximity to it that was possible under the circumstances.

Looking around them, Luna once again noticed something that had caught her attention briefly before. "Where's the snow?" Certainly there had been snow on the ground before she woke up in the woods, and now it was warm and absolutely no snow in sight. It was so odd.

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Dean & Luna & Remy

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-13 11:16 pm UTC (link)

"Ain' no snow when I get here, Petite." The Cajun assured her with a flash of a smile, charming as he could manage, which.. well.. was pretty charming, to say the least. And he'd walk with the two, slowly and carefully, avoiding the felled trees, the cracks in the floor of the forest, and the random lips littered about the ground. It would take them a few minutes to get to the edge of the forest, thankfully the two hadn't been too far in. Not like he and the Doctor, earlier today. And once they could set their feet on the pavement and see the gym, the Cajun was making a sweeping motion towards the large structure.

"An' I'm sure 'de two of you can make it to 'de buil'in' on your own, non? Been 'dere once alrea'y to'ay, ain' got no wan' to go back." That was an understatement. He definitely didn't want to go back. Lest he be hauled in and asked to help. However, without really waiting for a response, the red-head, red-eyed American was backing away and lifting a partially gloved hand in a wave. He knew they could make it safely on their own, it was only a hundred feet off. They'd be fine.

"Don' get run over 'gain, Dean." A warning to the wise, that came with a bit of a breathy laugh and a point, before Gambit was turning and heading away from the pair, back around the bed and towards that Post Office. That was where he wanted to be.

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Dean & Luna & Remy

hellsboy
2009-06-14 04:23 pm UTC (link)

Dean picked his way carefully through the woods alongside the other two. He was so focused on making it without tripping and falling onto his broken bones that he wasn't much for conversation. He winced as his arms flew out to his side to balance himself but at this point, now that Remy had stopped popping and snapping everything back into place, the pain was a dull aching throb. It was only with a small amount of difficulty that he could push most of it out of his mind.

When they were within sight of the gym and Remy was taking his leave, Dean was slightly surprised. If he'd been in the other guy's shoes he would have made sure the people he'd helped out made it all the way in to safety. Though he supposed, he didn't need to be babysat into the gym by another guy. He could certainly do it himself.

"Thanks, man," he said when Remy warned him not to get run over again. He was grateful to the guy for helping because he knew Luna could not have prepped him enough to get out of the forest and to the gym by herself. So he controlled his voice as he answered so that it sounded a lot more amused and thankful than he actually felt in response to the warning itself. Like he'd gotten run over because he was careless.

As the red-eyed man walked away, Dean turned his eyes to Luna. "Looks like half the building collapsed. You ready for this?" he asked with concern. He had no idea how squeamish she was and there would probably be people in there with worse injuries than his own.

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Re: Dean & Luna & Remy

luna_llena
2009-06-15 04:30 am UTC (link)

Wandering beside the two men who towered over her, Luna more or less was in her own world, no reason had come to call her out of it. Which was fine, lost in her own complicated thoughts that sometimes scrambled in so many directions at once that she could not follow each along their path to an end without seeing another thought that was just as fascinating, it was how she lived a good deal of the time. Early on she had learned, when none else spoke to her, she could at least learn and think on her own.

The red haired stranger still had not given his name, a fact not left unnoticed by Luna. Still, she saw no particular want to call him back and ask him for it. Perhaps he was in hiding from his name, or it had become a Taboo word that would fling down his enemies upon him in an instant. Which was, from what Luna had heard, not completely out of the realm of possibilities.

Pulled out of her thoughts of where exactly to search for a supposedly mythical beast (a line of thought so well worn in its path that it was more of a comfort than an actual question) but Dean's comment to her, she looked up at him. A glance over to the gym showed its disastrous condition, but part of her had expected nothing less after the bits of damage she had seen here and there while searching for help. Before she had come upon...what's his name. With her eyes back on Dean, she gave him a single nod, "I am."

They had to see about the others, as well as being sure that Dean was seen to by a Healer. Luna need to know what happened to Andy. To Sam and Tonks, to Logan and the others. Perhaps there was a way she could help somehow, even if she was not sure what it was.

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