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Communication Tower Shenanigans

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: Not...yet. Working on that part??
Action: The Comms Tower
When: In the day or two after that zuper zecret broadcazt.

[A mingle for any and all people on the ground making their way toward the comms tower, and all science and tech wizardry that happens thereafter. For any who can't follow coordinates on land, a light rain will spring up around the tower's general area after the first handful of hours has gone past, as per this broadcast here.]

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[In another time she'd be envious of the ability to call lightning like that down without the use of a handy weather stick. For now, though, it's a footnote; something that she will absolutely definitely inquire about curiously if they all survive this.]

My other option is staying here, isn't it? [Answer's obvious, my guy, she's gonna reach for Sam's hand with her free one, bracing for the jolt of pain. But no, she hasn't drunk the potion, because-- please, what does she do with this. She isn't a JRPG girl, Nami can just about snag the clue that it's healing of some kind, but gets stuck briefly on the how. (Drink it? Pour it on her leg? Is it wasted if she chooses wrong?)

This utter lack of recognition might be telling-- Sam's probably come across these by now, lbr, so she glances between the two and gives the bottle a small experimental shake as if to say what now?

I promise she's not a moron, give her a hint and she'll snap to. She can drink on the run.]

Edited 2017-10-31 18:16 (UTC)

[Don't look at him, he has no clue how magical potions work. Those final fantasy people, he swears. Or doesn't, because we don't need fourth-walling right now, we need cover. He tries to be as careful as possible lifting her back up, though he's clearly nearing his limit as he wipes his forehead again. He's sweaty. Sorry, friend.]

Wish I could say I have more -- if we get to a ship, there should be more in an armory.

But we were lucky enough to crash in a shuttle -- and by lucky, I mean, completely unlucky.

[Amirite, Nami, or amirite?]

[Snow takes a second in punching cannibals to look over at Nami. And frowns.]

Drink the potion. It'll help with most of the healing! Better than my crappy medic healing spells will.

[Do. It. Do. It. Now.]

Don't worry about it. Seems they don't like being frozen and shocked any more than Behemoths do. Wonder how they'd feel about being set on fire?

[Flippant about this? Fuck yes. It's the firs time he's felt alive in ages that didn't require some sort of guilt regarding his part in this. He is literally innocent in all that's going on.]

And that's some great lucky. My entire ship went down about 500 yards from here, so I'm sure that more people from the Blue Fish should be showing up any time now. Unless they decided to follow where those shots came from.

[Drink it. She looks startled at the concept for all off a second, but clutches the bottle tightly while Sam hauls her up, grits her teeth against the pain of the shift, and then unstoppers it, downing the weird stuff before she has a chance to regret any weird taste. She'd rather walk on her own two feet if she can and spare Mr Sweaty here the extra effort, so maybe this is just like-- magical healing in a bottle. It can help.]

Blue Fish. Sokka's ship? They're all okay?

[...she feels weird. Give her a few seconds, this potion shit is whack.]

[Hey, no worries, Sam isn't gonna judge you for enjoying killing off cannibals. That's totally on the same level as his brother practically skipping into a vampire nest; not healthy or good, mind, but hey. We all do what we can, and you're not his family. He's got no room to worry about Snow's priorities there.

He takes a few shots himself, hitting some and scaring away a few others. He appreciates how big this ring of safety is getting, now that these guys know the firepower added to the group.]

Guess we're lucky we have something we can actually fight this time, instead of a giant meteor.

[Snow's priorities are....skewed right now, but being able to be of us and to vent his feelings with violence is... nice. Not healthy in the slightest, but when has that ever been something that heroes are worried about?]

They're certainly easier to hit!

[Why, yes, yes his fist are sparking as he punches a cannibal in the stomach. It's fun.]

And everyone on the ship is fine. But I saw your storm and thought I'd come find out what was causing it.

[Nami grins, a flash of teeth, at that. Hey look, as long as her storm worked.] That'd be me. Figured we were close enough to the tower I may as well mark it.

[And it doubles as a handy distress call. The edge of the pain has gone, which does wonders for thinking more clearly; she's pretty sure the leg is still broken, though, so forgive her if she doesn't hop down and support herself straight away. God but healing magic is such a wonderful thing.]

In the nick of time, I'd say...!

Let's get to this tower while the getting's good.

[He is already making a move to start toward it once he's confident the horde's dying down (fleeing, really, y'all are scary), refueled by the fact that they're not gonna flat-out get murdered or eaten. Small victories, you know? He's ready to drag his two overpowered pals along and work some communications magic over there...! He grumbles more severely:]

I'm not gonna be anybody's stew if I can help it.

Hold on. Let me do something before to make sure that we have enough time to do what we need to.

[Sure, they're running now, but that doesn't mean they'll stay gone and Snow's not dumb enough to think they will either.

Before they say anything else, he takes out a blue, tear-shaped crystal and tosses it into the air. A light shines through it and two mechanical-looking women in black and white and gold come out to form into a motorcycle. He wastes no time at hopping on and riding it around the tower.

As he goes around, ice builds up around the structure, higher and higher with every turn. Until it's almost too thick to see through. When he's sure it'll hold, he pulls the bike up in front of his companions and gives them both a cocky smile.]

Now, we can go.

[......
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what just happened.

No seriously, what the fuck. Ice is one thing (she can do that herself) but

UM]

... Dude, you gotta warn us before you do the weird shit.

[Stop startling us with your JPRG skills, we're simple folk.

.... Okay, we're not. But. Still.]

I did warn you.

[He said hold on. It's not his fault you're not creative enough to be like him. And just be glad it wasn't Fang and her goddamn dragon. That'd've been fun for them.]

Is she okay? She looks sort of confused. Did she hit her head?

[Well, if anything's gonna snap her out of it--]

I'm not the one who has a motorbike made of hot women. Neat trick. We good?

[Can we go now, because god 1000% done with this jungle. And weird JRPG tricks. (Like Nami can talk.)]

... I mean, I guess I've been a car before, so maybe I don't have room to talk...

[He's just mumbling to himself. Don't mind him.

... Did you guys say something?]

Hot...? They're more like spirits. At least that's what Hope and Dysley always said. They're not people.

[Snow, that's not the point.]

But I think if you've got enough energy to snap back like that, then you're good to walk up to the top of the tower on your own. Your friend doesn't look like he can make it carrying you.

[Great, Snow. You're irritating the fuck out of her and making her feel guilty at the same time.]

Unless your magic drink works just a little more, that might be hard. Hard to believe, but I'm capable of having a temper and a broken leg at the same time.

[Amazing, right? Nevertheless, she shifts like she's gonna get the hell off Sam's back, because thanks for making her feel like an ass.]

[Oh - well. Sam shakes his head, focusing again and not particularly moving to put Nami down.]

It's fine -- I'm fine. I can handle it.

Just lead the way, I will make it.

[He looks pretty sure of himself! That's half the battle right there.]

[Snow takes a look at the two of them and snorts. Sam is about to fall over from exhaustion. Nami can't even stand.]

Look, the ice isn't the only thing I can do. Put her down so I can really heal that leg. And when I'm done with her, I can help you too, tiger.

[Buddy, he's been pulling the dumb bullshit for over five hundred years. You can't fool him.]

[Oh look, the temper is gone as quickly as it arrived, because jfc she can be useful if she can just stand on her own two feet.

So yes. She doesn't bother replying so much as offering a quick hopeful (and exhausted) smile, patting Sam on the shoulder. Lemme down, dude, before you fall over.]

[Alright, alright. With a skeptical eye at Snow, he carefully lets her down.

And promptly collapses onto his ass nearby with a huff. Not tired, nope. Totally not.]

I'm fine, really. I just need to sit a second.

[Snow bites back on the snicker he wants to let out at the sudden 180, but she'd probably beat the shit out of him like any of the women he knows. And he'd like to avoid that right then.

His brand glows as he shifts into his Medic paradigm and powers up a Curaja that he drops on her head without warning. It'll feel like a cold shower through her body until the bones knit back into whole pieces. And when it's over, Nami should feel even more rejuvenated than before.

And then he tosses a Regen at Sam.]

Lying's pretty dumb when you look like shit.

[WHAT THE HELL'S WITH THIS COLD SHOWER SHIT IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE DITCHED ICE DIRECTLY ONTO HER NERVOUS SYSTEM WOW RUDE HEALING IS MEANT TO BE WARM--]

[Of course, she's got pretty limited experience there. She blinks in vague confusion for a few seconds after the cold scouring feeling stops. Takes a second or two for her to realise the pain is gone.

Snow, you're her new favourite person, she feels great. To the point of standing up, hopping briefly from one leg to the other to test it. Holy shit.]

You're a miracle worker.

[She doesn't say thank you, but the gratitude is definitely there in her face.]

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