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driftfleet2017-11-14 07:21 pm
wolfehawke) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-14 07:21 pm
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Keep the change, ya filthy animal!
Who: Whoever's on planet and happens by; also one prompt closed to Anders
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes
When: Before, during, and after the attack on the cannibals
Warning: Use of dead bodies as "decor"
A. On the eve of battle
[The Tourist has had some repair work done to her in the weeks she's been stranded on the planet's surface. Whether she's space worthy is debatable, but she's certainly livable at least. Just lacking in defenses what with most of her crew off to fight for the freedom and survival of the Fleet. Hawke and Anders though, they're still not recovered quite enough to go fighting in the knock-down drag-out battle that's going to ensue which means they're left to stand guard over the silent hulk of the ship.
Even if they're injured though, they still need to defend their home, and with some discussion and careful planning, they're able to do just that.
If anyone passes by on their way to confront the Vizeri or otherwise, the Tourist is less inviting than usual. Fenris' handiwork in killing any cannibal that came within 100 yards of her has proven very helpful in Hawke and Anders' redecorating efforts. Bodies with fatal and nasty wounds are displayed all along the hull at irregular intervals, some with red smears underneath to show where they were dragged along the plating. The main hatch is shut, but before it are rows of sharpened wooden spikes, carved crudely but effectively and lashed together to form barriers. They're not difficult to navigate for a single person, but any group would be forced into single file to get at the entrance.
The hatch on the side of the ship is less formidable to look at. True, a corpse is pegged on either side like eerie sentinels, but at least there's no spikes? It's through this hatch that Wolfe can be seen moving in and out of the ship, lugging more sharp stakes out or wood in or walking around the ship using his magic to position fortifications and even summon walls of magical ice around other areas of the ship. Wolfe's face is set in a determined frown but there's a bit of a manic glint in his eyes, something that belays a mischief about this whole display.
Just be careful if you approach; there's more magic set up here than just what's used to build walls.]
B. Wet Bandits - Closed to Anders
[Twas a night on Hell Planet, and all through the ship
the consoles were quiet, without even a blip.
The corpses were hung on the hull plating with care
in the hopes that the cannibals would know to beware;
the mages were nestled and hidden in corners
biting their tongues lest their witty rejoinders
allow the trespassers in their humble abode
to find where the mages were secretly stowed.
The Vizeri were here and their boots made a clomp
giving away just right where they'd stomp
and so the two mages with spells at the ready
jumped from their places to cast spells like confetti!
Anders fried a handful with a huge burst of lightning
that the deafening sound was no short of frightening.
And Wolfe's spells hit the eyes of their cannibal foes
and a good number of warriors were were easily froze.
The two looked at each other and admired their work
but this job wasn't over so they couldn't shirk.
Further into the ship the two mages did skiff
the cannibals following, unaware of the glyph
that the healer and champion had arranged in the hall
so one by one their enemies would tumble and fall.
Paralysis, weakness, and runes to slow gait
the traps they had laid were really first rate.
The night is not over and the day is not won
there's a long way to go before work is done.
But Anders and Adalwolfe have experience in spades
of making their enemies regret running raids.]
C. "Because my staff is buried in his nervous system!"
[With so much effort put into their traps and fortifications and the battle that followed, Adalwolfe is exhausted, but happy. It all went rather well if you ask him. Neither he nor Anders ended up with any new injuries, neither passed out from using too much mana. All in all, a successful defense of their home.
There's a lot of cleanup to do, but after clearing the bodies from the halls of the ship, Wolfe is taking a snack break before starting a pyre. The bodies of dead cannibals may not be the most comfortable perch but Wolfe takes a great deal of satisfaction in getting back at the bastards who not only took several bites out of him some time ago but nearly killed his lover. He thinks he's earned his moment of vindication.
If anyone passes by on their way back from the Vizeri stronghold, he can be spotted sitting on a rock with his boot firmly planted on two bodies at his feet and another pile of at least six behind him. He waves with his free hand, the other casually stuffing a sandwich in his face like he's not sitting in the middle of the corpses of his enemies.]
Hey, how'd it go?
[Chill as you please.]
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes
When: Before, during, and after the attack on the cannibals
Warning: Use of dead bodies as "decor"
A. On the eve of battle
[The Tourist has had some repair work done to her in the weeks she's been stranded on the planet's surface. Whether she's space worthy is debatable, but she's certainly livable at least. Just lacking in defenses what with most of her crew off to fight for the freedom and survival of the Fleet. Hawke and Anders though, they're still not recovered quite enough to go fighting in the knock-down drag-out battle that's going to ensue which means they're left to stand guard over the silent hulk of the ship.
Even if they're injured though, they still need to defend their home, and with some discussion and careful planning, they're able to do just that.
If anyone passes by on their way to confront the Vizeri or otherwise, the Tourist is less inviting than usual. Fenris' handiwork in killing any cannibal that came within 100 yards of her has proven very helpful in Hawke and Anders' redecorating efforts. Bodies with fatal and nasty wounds are displayed all along the hull at irregular intervals, some with red smears underneath to show where they were dragged along the plating. The main hatch is shut, but before it are rows of sharpened wooden spikes, carved crudely but effectively and lashed together to form barriers. They're not difficult to navigate for a single person, but any group would be forced into single file to get at the entrance.
The hatch on the side of the ship is less formidable to look at. True, a corpse is pegged on either side like eerie sentinels, but at least there's no spikes? It's through this hatch that Wolfe can be seen moving in and out of the ship, lugging more sharp stakes out or wood in or walking around the ship using his magic to position fortifications and even summon walls of magical ice around other areas of the ship. Wolfe's face is set in a determined frown but there's a bit of a manic glint in his eyes, something that belays a mischief about this whole display.
Just be careful if you approach; there's more magic set up here than just what's used to build walls.]
B. Wet Bandits - Closed to Anders
[Twas a night on Hell Planet, and all through the ship
the consoles were quiet, without even a blip.
The corpses were hung on the hull plating with care
in the hopes that the cannibals would know to beware;
the mages were nestled and hidden in corners
biting their tongues lest their witty rejoinders
allow the trespassers in their humble abode
to find where the mages were secretly stowed.
The Vizeri were here and their boots made a clomp
giving away just right where they'd stomp
and so the two mages with spells at the ready
jumped from their places to cast spells like confetti!
Anders fried a handful with a huge burst of lightning
that the deafening sound was no short of frightening.
And Wolfe's spells hit the eyes of their cannibal foes
and a good number of warriors were were easily froze.
The two looked at each other and admired their work
but this job wasn't over so they couldn't shirk.
Further into the ship the two mages did skiff
the cannibals following, unaware of the glyph
that the healer and champion had arranged in the hall
so one by one their enemies would tumble and fall.
Paralysis, weakness, and runes to slow gait
the traps they had laid were really first rate.
The night is not over and the day is not won
there's a long way to go before work is done.
But Anders and Adalwolfe have experience in spades
of making their enemies regret running raids.]
C. "Because my staff is buried in his nervous system!"
[With so much effort put into their traps and fortifications and the battle that followed, Adalwolfe is exhausted, but happy. It all went rather well if you ask him. Neither he nor Anders ended up with any new injuries, neither passed out from using too much mana. All in all, a successful defense of their home.
There's a lot of cleanup to do, but after clearing the bodies from the halls of the ship, Wolfe is taking a snack break before starting a pyre. The bodies of dead cannibals may not be the most comfortable perch but Wolfe takes a great deal of satisfaction in getting back at the bastards who not only took several bites out of him some time ago but nearly killed his lover. He thinks he's earned his moment of vindication.
If anyone passes by on their way back from the Vizeri stronghold, he can be spotted sitting on a rock with his boot firmly planted on two bodies at his feet and another pile of at least six behind him. He waves with his free hand, the other casually stuffing a sandwich in his face like he's not sitting in the middle of the corpses of his enemies.]
Hey, how'd it go?
[Chill as you please.]
no subject
[From just how close a call she doesn't need to know, nor does he want to talk or think about right now. No, right now he wants to gather Hermione up in his arms with that look on her face and that tentative touch to his sleeve. So he does, unceremoniously dragging her into a tight hug.]
It's alright if you're not fine.
no subject
[ But as long as Anders is alright - that's what matters. Hermione breathes out, a short, sharp noise, and is about to speak when Wolfe tugs her into his arms. It's warm and he's there, tight and sure, giving her something to grip onto. ]
It's - I'm just tired of fighting.
no subject
[It sounds perfectly confident and he says it with conviction, but it's more to convince himself than her.]
I know.
[He runs a hand through her hair, smoothing it down in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.]
Once we get out of here, I'll do my best to make sure you don't have to anymore.
no subject
[ And she does, truly. If Wolfe says he healed Anders then Anders must be fine; she has enough faith in him for that.
Tilting her head into his touch, she laughs quietly. ]
It's alright. I've been fighting since I was eleven years old, you know. Trouble seems to follow me around sometimes.
no subject
[He sighs.]
I know you're plenty strong, little lion, but I don't think there's any weakness in looking for peace.
no subject
I'd love for there to be peace, Wolfe. I'm just not sure it's possible right now.
no subject
[He smiles a bit.]
I actually enjoy sticking it to our enemies, so there's that.
[He wouldn't describe himself as bloodthirsty. He's always tried to extend a hand in understanding before extending the other with killing magic, but there comes a time when a foe proves themself to be a complete and utter asshole and there's some satisfaction in putting someone like that down. Like the cannibals; if it's kill or be killed, he'll do the killing and feel no regret.]
no subject
[ Hermione hasn't really been able to have much peace since she was fifteen years old. Almost ten years, now - either at home or in the Drabwurld, as herself or as a Marchioness. It was one thing or another - some curse, some attack, an invasion, a war, a Death Eater or an undead monster... There was no end to it.
Still, she squeezes Wolfe again. She'd like to believe that there could be a break, a proper one, where she wouldn't worry and study and do all the other things, but that's not how it works, is it? It never has been. ]
I'm not really designed to just... Not help.
no subject
You're like me. You see or even just know something is going on and you can't help yourself.
[He runs a hand over her hair again, then crouches down enough so they're eye to eye.]
Just promise me that if you need help, you'll ask. I'll come running every time. Alright?
no subject
[ And that's what gets her into so much trouble. She blinks, though, startled as he leans down to look at her, and her expression softens. ]
I'll call. Don't worry, Wolfe.
no subject
[He plants a brotherly kiss to her forehead and straightens up.]
Now if you'll excuse me I have a great pile of bodies to burn and it's not going to smell very nice. I completely understand if you don't want to stick around for that.
no subject
[ Shaking her head, she leans back, squeezing his hand. ]
Check in later, okay?
wrap?
[He squeezes back, glad they had the chance to touch base, even if only for a moment.]