towerofanimus | one foot in front of the other foot

[Amelia had been on the lower floors when the explosions happened, but had quickly come up to see what the source of the noise had been. Now she was helping clear away the rubble on floor 100 with the others.

On the bright side, this was a perfect opportunity to practice controlling her powers. Going for a large piece of debris, Amelia took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. Just like flying. Only not. But after a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts and losing, she finally manages to get the debris light enough that she can pick it up and start to carry it out of the way.

As long as she can keep her mind clear and focused, the rest should be easy.]

Edited 2013-09-25 20:19 (UTC)

[Oh hello very intently-concentrating person here's a flustered blushing man walking towards you and waving you down hope that's not too distracting]

A-Amelia! Are you--sh--should you be c-carrying that?

[Actually it kind of is.]

Fuck! [Concentration broken, the gravity comes back, and Amelia immediately loses her grip on the hunk of metal she was carrying to come down hard, knocking her back and pinning her leg beneath it. She'd spread her wings instinctively to break her fall, but there was no way her powers were going to work properly at the moment. She landed on her left hand and wing among the rubble, tears already springing to her eyes.] Fuck, oh-- ow.

[If Rick was on the verge of freaking out from pain and general anxiety before, he most certainly is now. He yells in surprise and quickly staggers next to her. There is a very real possibility that he's panicking more than Amelia is about this.]

--S--Shit! [The curse slips through his clenched teeth before he really has time to think about it, and is followed by a few more, too mangled by his stuttering to be properly identified.] --I'm--oh god, I-I'm s-s-s-so s-sorry! I-I d-don't e-e-even--h-how did--?

[Please excuse him, he has to babble about this for a minute or so before he actually does anything about it.]

[To be fair, it would be hard to panic more than Rick about anything.]

I... my powers slipped and I-- [Amelia's attention is focused on her leg, but one of her hands is bleeding as well, and several feathers are out of place.] I can't... I don't think I can get it up again.

[Very true.]

--O-Okay--okay.

[Rick does his best to compose himself; it's his priority to help get Amelia out of this, after all, and that definitely won't happen if he's flipping out too much to even think straight. He takes several deep, steadying breaths.]

...I-I can f-fix this. [Not immediately obvious, since he only has one arm available to lift things.] Just...d-don't move.

[Thankfully, Rick's T-Rex form doesn't require either of his arms to pick stuff up. Assuming the piece of debris currently on top of Amelia isn't heavier than it looks, he should be able to grab and lift it off of her with minimal strain, and for long enough that she can move away before he drops it again.]

[Bonus points if Amelia doesn't lose her sanity when the nervous blonde man standing next to her suddenly becomes a dinosaur!]

[Well, Amelia's used to dealing with sudden transformations into unexpected animals, so that's a point. Although Maddie never turned into anything so large or so... dinosaur. It's only a little bit startling.]

[The piece of debris is slightly more of a mouth-full than he bargained for and he has significant trouble moving it far. He's at least able to get it off of her, but it's less of a "lift" and more of a "roll," which may or may not cause more damage than it's already done.]

[He shifts back as soon as the job's done and immediately crouches next to his victim.]

--Th--There. [Rick pauses to catch his breath--that was a lot of work!] A-Are--Are you--?

[Dumb question but somebody's gotta ask it.]

[Amelia screams and chokes back a sob as Rick rolls the debris off of her. Now that she can see the damage, it's almost as if it hurts worse. One leg isn't too bad off: badly bruised and scraped, but otherwise okay. The other one, not so much. It's a mess of blood and torn flesh, and, though it's a bit hard to tell, she thinks she can see what looks like a shard of bone poking through her shin.]

I'm gonna throw up.

[NOPE NOPE NOPE]

[SHOULDN'T HAVE LOOKED AT THAT]

[Rick's question is answered pretty succinctly, and probably the only thing keeping him from making the same threat as Amelia's making is the fact that he is absolutely mortified that he won't be able to get her help before she bleeds out--taking the time to be sick is time not spent getting her to the infirmary.]

D-Don't do that! [fuck fuck fuck fuCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK] Just--don't l-l-look. Hold on.

[He looks at his surroundings with wide, uncomprehending eyes, and doesn't actually start internalizing the materials he has available until a few seconds (and some deep breaths) later. Rick's no field medic, but he has the common sense to know that bleeding is bad news and he needs to stop it before anything else is addressed. That means a tourniquet, probably. He thinks he knows how to make that work.]

[Problem is, Rick only has one arm to work with right now. A belt or scarf of something might be bulky enough to do the job, but a length of wires could prove troublesome. Depending on if Amelia is wearing one such article of aforementioned clothing, he might have to settle for the wires.]

[No such luck. At the moment Amelia is wearing one of the t-shirts Rick made for her, and a pair of cotton shorts. There's not even much to work with if one were to rip it up for bandages.

Amelia bites her lip and closes her eyes, covering her face with one hand.] M-maybe I could fly still, if I tried...

--No, that--d-don't move. [If whatever abilities she was using to keep up that metal slab are also what she uses to fly, Rick doesn't want to even risk having her lose concentration again and hurt herself even more.] I-I'll c-carry you, I j-just n-need to--ah--

[...So there's no way he's going to try prying at wires that may or may not still be live with his teeth for the sake of making a very inefficient tourniquet, and trying to cannibalize Amelia's clothing seems like a bad call. Following a brief moment of indecision, Rick compromises by pulling off his own shirt; it's not what he would've preferred, since no matter how delicate he is it still hurts immensely to navigate around his injured arm, plus he's not wearing anything underneath. Sorry, Amelia--Rick's kind of flabby and has an inordinate amount of body hair and he's really self-conscious about it, okay? Please don't laugh.]

S-Sorry. [For the bare chest and the pain he's about to put her through, he means. Rick folds his shirt length-wise and attempts to tie it as tightly as possible around Amelia's thigh, using his working hand, teeth, and feet for bracing.]

[Wow Rick she is so not in a position to care right now. Amelia grits her teeth as he ties the shirt around her leg, peeking through her fingers despite her better judgement.]

Oh god...

[Good, that means she won't worry so much about what Rick's asking her to do next.]

...Okay. Um--hold o-onto my sh--shoulders.

[He turns his back to her and holds out a hand, in case she needs help sitting up. If Amelia's paying attention, she might notice something...odd at the base of his neck--some kind of sore or object imbedded in the center, polished flat and distinctly purple. Another reason why he doesn't go around shirtless.]

[Amelia does her best to sit up, wincing a bit as she wraps her arms around Rick's shoulders. She's lighter than she looks-- she can at least manage that much.]

[This is both a fortunate and unexpected development--regardless, Amelia is much taller than Rick and he wouldn't feel safe trying to carry her down with how poor of shape they're both in anyways, so he goes for a more novel approach.]

Sorry. [Yes, yes, he's going to keep apologizing for a while, better get used to it.] H-Hold tight...let me k-know if we n-need to s-stop or s-something.

[Rick's letting her know ahead of time, since the tiger that he turns into a second later can't tell her this himself. Assuming Amelia has a comfortable perch on his back, he'll go ahead and carry her to the stairs.]

Re: Day 2

no subject

excuse the half-naked icon...

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject