[EVENT] Acher's Attack on Enghelab

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Who: Everyone! Remember, if you're in the Nenakret on Wednesday, you can't be here on Wednesday, at least until later.
When: Wednesday the 28th.
Where: Enghelab/Las Vegas
Before/After: During the parade.
Warnings: Violence, TBA.

This is a general purpose post for Acher's attack on Enghelab. Note what day your thread occurs in the subject line, in case this takes several IC days.

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[a_wrong_turn]

Chisaki failed to look away, but only because of a fear-gripping panic. The trauma of seeing someone devoured alive had never left her after she became a molavvas; a supernaturally imposed need had overridden it for her, the taste of bloody meat too tempting to pass up on, but seeing it was different. She let out a choked, strangled sob that died in her throat again as she looked down.

Through blurry, tear-filled vision she caught the feather wafting away. Whatever the warhounds were doing here, they had gone after--

She looked at the smashed in cellar door. Her breath caught and without a thought, she vaulted over the roof and landed in a crouch that could only happen because of superhuman strength. Then she rushed forward, to the cellar, and looked into it.

[taking_names]

At the bottom of the cellar, sprawled over the collapsed remnants of a pile of wooden boxes, Nova was reluctantly coming to.

The impact, though "softened" by a great deal of splintered wood, had left his senses ringing with pain he did not very much want to investigate. Getting up, thinking... these seemed like unpalatable alternatives to lying wherever he was in a daze forever. But wasn't there some kind of danger...?

As coherent thought returned to him, and he realized he had fallen off of a rooftop after declaring that they should try to jump over the rooftops, he let out a pitiful and frustrated groan.

What was his life!

[a_wrong_turn]

"Nova!" she yelled, before she crouched down next to him. She wiped her eyes quickly with her sleeves and looked at him; it took a moment to ascertain that he was fine. Nothing serious was broken and she did not smell blood. He might need help getting home, but he could get home.

The fresh wave of relief hit her, making her feel incredibly grateful to fate or whatever it was. A little off, and the warhounds could have...

She wiped at her eyes again. "You stupid fucking idiot! You fell into this cellar and it's dusty and it's bothering my eyes!"

[taking_names]

"Hi Chisaki," he said. He was getting pretty fluent with her name, even under duress.

He propped himself up to look at her, sucking in a breath at the discomfort of moving. While almost everything felt like one large bruise, the pain was sharpest near his right ankle. He definitely didn't want to try to get up.

"That's too bad because we're going to live here from now on." He coughed on some of the dust his fall had kicked up. "Welcome to our home sweet cellar."

[a_wrong_turn]

She looked around for a second, then she looked back at him.

Chisaki walked over and glowered up at him -- it still ruined the effect a little -- and, finally, threw her arms around him and hugged tightly. She put her head against his chest, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath that she managed to keep under control. Somehow.

"You're okay," she murmured. "I was... you know. I was really fucking worried. I didn't--if you had--" She clamped her mouth shut at that, not trusting herself to say more.

[taking_names]

"I bent luck while I was falling-- erk..."

He made some faces over her shoulder as the tight hug squeezed his ribcage, patting her on the back as she struggled to conceal her emotions.

When she released him, he looked at her more seriously.

"Aren't we doomed now, though?"

It had been hard enough trying to get out of the city alive when he could walk.

[a_wrong_turn]

"We're not doomed," she said while she released him. It came out sharply, more emphatic than perhaps believed. She looked at him, then looked outside and frowned. She put her hand over her face and took a breath. She had the worries and fears repressed, held back in check for a moment. She could keep it controlled until she returned home.

"I'll have to carry you."

[taking_names]

He looked at her and down at his own sprawled limbs with a small grimace.

"Are you sure that will even work? You're... you're like this big!" He held out a flat hand to indicate where he believed Chisaki's height to be; given that he was sitting on a collapsed pile of boxes, it came out to about three feet.

Maybe he could walk! He didn't even know yet! He stuck out his feet and settled his weight on them, and then made some unique and creative noises, grabbing onto Chisaki on his way to the floor.

[a_wrong_turn]

"I'm a lot taller than that!" Chisaki groaned loudly. She looked down at him, holding onto his hand as he fell, and frowned. Then, she crouched down in front of him, back facing him. "Hop up. Piggyback ride."

[taking_names]

He looked at her doubtfully, then resigned himself to his fate, and looped his arms around her neck, using his good leg to push himself up so that she could get a grip.

"This is weird," he complained.

[a_wrong_turn]

"No complaining while I give you a piggyback ride," Chisaki growled. "It ruins the magic."

She stood up straight, then she waited -- making sure her grip on him was secure and vice versa -- before she started walking. Once she was sure she could hold him and not aggravate the hurt leg further, she started jogging. Then, finally, she began running. She ran fast and hard.

She ran faster than a human could; it was clear, then, that she had been going slow for Nova's sake.

[taking_names]

As her speed increased beyond human, he held on tighter than was comfortable for either of them, staring as their surroundings streaked by on either side.

Next time they were being chased by horrifying monsters and/or butchering invaders, he was going to ask her to do this from the get-go, his dignity be damned.