closed ♔ fallen saints and fallen stars

[behindcloseddoors]

 ♬ keep on wanting - the fray

WHO || Myri & Spike [closed]
WHAT || Myri share her discovery with Spike
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || mid-april, after dis
HOW || Actionspam

[Myri asks Spike to come with her, and they check out a car, which she lets him drive, directing him to take them towards London. As they ride, she studies him in the darkness, before finally saying:]   I... meant to ask as well, how you were feeling. I heard people talking about what happened.

 

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[witchwoman]

[She shakes her head]

I can't. I can't know. They knew so much. They knew Finnick. [For a moment she looks like she might try to head back down the open grate. But she pauses, closing her eyes.]

I can't know it's you but it doesn't matter. I'm dead if I stay down there. Perhaps now is the time for faith.

[Still wary, she nods for him to lead the way.]

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[dragonsclaw]

[ he just stares back at her with evident concern for a moment, before nodding grimly. and off they go, but it's noisy in the damn ducts so make a move silently check. jack gets a ... nat 20 because being a dragon's claw means climbing through ducts all the time obvs. ]

[bancroft]

[ when spike wakes up, he has no idea how long it's been since he got bat-swatted, but what he does see is thomas standing over him, one hand on his shoulder. his head hurts like a motherfuck, probably because it's been stitched over very shoddily for now. ] Tell me you're still here, chap, because if I try to heal you, you'd feel it in the morning.

[witchwoman]

[Move silently 15. She's not quite a dragons claw ninja but she is pretty quiet. Duct shuffle.]

[bigbad]

[Spike groans and squints up at Thomas.]

Depends. You some sort of hallucination caused by those wankers cutting the wrong bit of my brain out?

[bancroft]

You mean these wankers? [ he looks down and if spike follows his gaze, he'd see the doctors... bloody corpses on the floor. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike looks down as well, then shrugs and... scoops up some blood to lap up. I'm guessing they weren't feeding him super well and he's hurt and tired and just needs to feed. It helps a little (7 hp). He's feeling a little better now. Which means he can think past the pounding in his head. He jumps up.]

Myri! They have her. She's-- [He looks around wildly.]

[bancroft]

With Jack. We'll have to catch up to them. Can you move alright? [ he releases the last few restraints as he asks. ]

[bigbad]

Yeah, I'm fine. [Not entirely true. Months of torture and drugs and recent surgery mean that he is FAR from fine. But he shifts himself off the gurney and down to the floor without any complaint.] How'd you know we were here? Did Kyp slip up?

[bancroft]

Kyp? [ give him a second. and he'll offer a hand on your shoulder just in case anyway ] ... The doppelganger? That's how they did it?

[bigbad]

Yeah. He got Myri when she tried to go back to the castle. Got me when I made the mistake of assuming my friend'd never hurt me. It's some sort of game to him.

...did they get the chip out?

[bancroft]

[ he nods, and then starts towards the door of the small room where myri had been watching from ] One of them made off with it, but that's going to have to be a problem for another day. For now, we have to get you out of here before Sarandis returns.

[bigbad]

Or we could wait til he comes back and I kill him. Seems a fitting thanks for taking out the thing that kept me from hurting humans.

[bancroft]

He won't be back alone. And Wynn doesn't know where we are - no one does. If he takes us all, we'll be lucky if anyone gets another shot at saving us.

[bigbad]

[And while Spike wouldn't be so bothered if it was just him, he can't let that happen to Myri. He turns to follow Thomas out.] Then let's be quick about it.

[dragonsclaw]

[ meanwhile up ahead...

jack and myri are duct crawling when he abruptly comes to a halt. ]

Something's wrong.

[witchwoman]

What? [She tries to listen for some sort of off-ness (listen 20 total)] What is it?

[dragonsclaw]

[ there's a strange hissing noise all around them, almost like the sound of steam or gas being released... ] I'm not certain...

[witchwoman]

What should we do? [You are the fancy dragon's claw here, jack. She's just the poor traumatized witchwoman.]

[chessing]

[ he turns in place, examining the walls of the duct, and then shimmies down a bit further and positions himself so that he's sitting facing the wall. he slams a foot against a plate (str 22) and knocks it out, where it clatters down below. he pauses for a moment, motioning for her to hold still... and then when he hears nothing looks down below and nods sharply. he drops the rope again and crooks a finger for her to go down first into the hall below. ]

[witchwoman]

[The kick makes her jump, still very skittish through this whole ordeal for obvious reasons. She follows his instructions and waits until he motions for her to move to the opening, taking the rope and lowering herself well enough to get both feet on the ground. Once done, she steps back to give him room to come down as well, her arms coming up to hug around herself, glancing around at the room nervously.]

[dragonsclaw]

[ they're in a long, sterile hallway with very few doors, although at the far end of the hall are two very large ones. jack lands down beside her, tugging the rope after himself and then takes a moment to look back and forth as if orienting himself. ] We're going to have trouble making it to the roof, but it's our only way out. [ he starts to head towards the double doors, when there's a hideous clanking sound that issues from behind them, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

there are more doors down that way, after all. fifteen foot tall doors that are now opening, revealing a hulking figure behind them that has to duck to get through. it's hard to tell what they're looking at at first. it stands about 18 feet, its rocky body flecked with brassy deposits, looking very much like an earth elemental might. except it also has flames flickering in its eyes and maw. the hulking mass of stone and brass surges forward, puffs of acrid smoke leaking from its gaping mouth. intense heat radiates from its surface, and smoke rises from where it treads.

jack cranes his neck to stare up at it as he draws his own sword, and he all but sighs as he says: ] ... Naturally.

[witchwoman]

[Myri has no weapons, and even if she did, she was no good with them. She steps back, eyes wide at the creature.]

Wha... What? What is that?

[chessing]

It's called an Ember Guard. Fire elementals of the nastiest sort, and loyal to a fault. [ he looks back over his shoulder quickly, seems to gauge the decision, then make a decision. ] Run, Myri. I'll keep its attention until Thomas and Spike make it out of the duct.

[witchwoman]

You want me to ... leave you? But I- [She's looking over her shoulder down the hall, though. She would only be in the way in a fight, just like she always was.]

Please be careful. [And then she runs]