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Post by Karia Sto-Helit on Apr 10, 2008 19:52:20 GMT -5
It took Carson a few seconds to realize it might not have been the best idea to go after Arden's arm himself, but he had been closer, and dragging a limp body made of muscle was not very easy. Jon was stronger than him, but Jon as a werewolf was also much better at finding things than he.
The second half of the bad idea had been that now he was out in the open. At least he wasn't facing the entire army by himself; there were others out there so the demons were distracted.
As the seconds ticked away, Carson searched frantically with his eyes amid the broken bodies and carnage. It had to be here somewhere. Had he been able to give his actions a second objective though, he would have considered it supremely bizarre to be searching for an arm.
'Course this whole thing is bizarre as hell....
He squinted through the haze of battle, and his gaze slid over something more human-colored than the rest. Not too far away was the severed appendage. Not stopping for a moment, Carson ran over, picked it up as gingerly as he could, and glanced at his watch, then back at the tents. His face fell.
There was no way he could get there in time to reattach Arden's arm.
Something large, grey, and fuzzy crossed his vision: Jon was about twenty yards away and much faster than Carson, so he could make it to the trench in time.
"Oh, I am going teh vomit about this later..." he grumbled. "Jon! Catch!" As gently as one could with an arm, he tossed it frisbee-style towards the werewolf and prayed that it didn't hit a passing demon on the way over.
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Post by Aleksei Trevelyan on Jun 10, 2008 18:40:36 GMT -5
Like something out of Air Bud, Jon caught the arm as it sailed towards him, leaping up to snag it with his teeth. Tastes like chicken, he thought with true battlefield humor and dashed off back towards the tent.
Oh, please, let it not be too late...
Monty had returned to human, waiting for the two minutes. He kept glancing at the battlefield. No Jon.
No Jon.
No Jon.
"All right," he sighed, returning his attention to the supine form of armless Arden. "We've got to--"
Waiiiiiit! Wait wait wait wait waitwaitwait! Jon came rushing back into the tent and delivered the arm to his friend.
"Oh, gross...well, we've got his arm back, come on! Someone who can heal, c'mere, quick!"
Fiach was on the scene immediately, having kept the imp out of sight. He looked green, especially once he'd taken a look at Arden, but swallowed heavily. "Put the arm down where it should be. Make sure it lines up, please," he said in a whispery voice. He was close to collapse. "We need to make sure everything connects properly."
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Post by Karia Sto-Helit on Jun 10, 2008 18:57:23 GMT -5
Dodging flying spells and weapons, Carson tripped, stumbled, and slipped his way back towards the tents. Arden would make it; he trusted Jon to make it in time. But there would be more people who needed help. So Carson ran as fast as he could without impaling himself on something sharp, pointy, or on fire.
On his way, he say a hulking figure through the haze, and he froze for half a second, thinking it was a demon. Another half-second and her realized it was a person. No not a person. Two persons. One of whom was being carried by the other.
Oh, bad, bad, badbadbad, Carson thought frantically as he raced towards the pair. With a jolt he recognized Kitty, somehow carrying the limp form of their DADA professor.
Fortunately, they weren't far from the tents. "Kitty? Wha' happened? Are yeh hurt?" he asked, but the other student merely mumbled a reply he could hardly hear. Still, he knew what it meant.
Trevelyan didn't not have a lot of time left, Carson could see that. Staggering like a three-legged animal the group reached the tents. Carson and a few other students with Kitty's help laid him as gently as possible on one of the beds.
The Scot turned to his friend. "Kitty, talk teh me. Are yeh okay?" His question was answered when she nearly fell over. She didn't appear to be bleeding, but carrying a man nearly twice her size over any distance would be tiring. He and another kid helped her onto a bed as well, and she passed out as soon as she was horizontal.
Turning his attention back to Trevelyan, Carson very nearly vomited. He'd never seen anything quite like this before. However, no time to dwell upon the subject of horrendous sights. Time to fix this, if he could.
"Anyone who values their eyesight may want teh look away!" he announced loudly. He gave it a quick ten-count, and then lit up like a Christmas tree on speed. White fire spread up his arms and engulfed his torso, but he channeled as much energy as he could into his professor. They couldn't lose him, not now. There was too much the school needed him for.
So Carson stood there, arms over his half-dead professor, trying to heal him, and praying he had enough strength left to do it.
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Lluvia Black
Prefect
5th year[M:0:0:0:]
There is no compassion in healing...
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Post by Lluvia Black on Aug 12, 2008 16:35:06 GMT -5
Lluvia tried not to think about where she had hit the poor incubus - right in the pudding - as she took a look around. Everything was in utter shambles.
She nearly screamed as a flesh colored blob went whizzing past her vision. Had that been a leg? She looked over to where it had come from, seeing Carson.
Why in the hell is he throwing body parts around? We have work to do! She took a step back, looking for everyone else, and hoping that she hadn't been too preoccupied to help her friends.
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Sam O'Neill
Head of House
Head of Hedwig Astronomy Professor[M:0:0:0:]
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Post by Sam O'Neill on Sept 13, 2008 21:06:37 GMT -5
There were two joints in the human body that, when broken, were the most debilitating: the elbow and the knee. Neither was fatal, but the pain was excruciating, especially when they had been shattered.
Sam grimaced with each step as pain shot up her arm from the shock of her feet contacting the hard earth. She had to focus on the tents, not the pain, or she'd probably just drop to the ground and be consumed by shock, no longer any use to the fighters on the field.
There. It was so close. And, Sam noticed, it was also...glowing? This was surprising enough to make her forget the pain for just a moment as she trudged more slowly onward. The astrophysicist held her damage arm more tightly to her body, feeling warmth spread cross her chest. For a moment, she thought it was shock settling in, that fuzzy cotton feeling, but then realized it was coming from the tent. Or, more precisely, from whoever was at the center of the light.
Carson. The light dimmed, and Sam's suspicions were confirmed. There was the fourth year, looking like he was about to fall over from exhaustion after what he had just done. She found her way to the student's side.
"Carson, are you-" Sam stopped abruptly. She'd seen who Carson had been trying to save.
"Alec," she breathed. "Is he ali- Ah!" Sam had tried to move her arm to check the man's pulse, and her body had reminded her that her elbow was destroyed.
Around the same time, Jack was carrying in the body of a sixth year that was covered in blood. The student was alive, but barely. The former general carried the girl to an empty table and slid her onto it.
"I need some help over here!" He yelled at the nearest healer, a girl with blonde hair. His eyes caught more blonde, taller, stronger.
Sam. Jack sighed with relief to see his wife alive. Hoping the student would be taken care of, he left to make sure Sam was okay, and then he'd get back to shooting things.
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