September mini-event/catchall

[roombamastermind]

Who ⬤ Croix & You [+ one closed prompt with beariot]
What ⬤ September mini-event/catch-all
When ⬤ Sssseptember?
Where ⬤ Throughout the city
Content Warnings ⬤ Bombing-related stuff, injury, will update with anymore if needed

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Jigoku's Got Talent, Part 2 - [OTA]

[roombamastermind]

[ It happened in a bit of a whirlwind for Croix.

She was honestly just there to help with the sound equipment for performances. But somehow, after one of the event producers had heard her voice she'd quickly been pushed into actually performing. This felt all wrong to Croix, who was no idol. Yes, she'd assisted Chariot back in the day, but she had done so behind the scenes.

And yet they insisted, and Croix was seconds away from going on stage. She looked at the lyrics that had been provided for her...and honestly, they felt more suited to her best friend and her ideals than they did her.

But...if she had to...

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out once it was her turn and took the mic. For whatever else, she sang her heart out. The end result was a bit rough, but at the very least, there was some spark of talent there.

Or maybe it was because these words made her feel connected to someone, somehow. ]

Running with Wolves - [ota]

[roombamastermind]

[ It wasn't that Croix hadn't performed acrobatic and athletic feats in her time. But those were rare. And also involved a small bit of magical enhancement and adrenaline.

Otherwise, she was a big old nerd whose diet consisted mostly of ramen. She was not prepared for the White Wolves' demands of the Alliance members. She wasn't even planning to do anything in the Wasteland, why was she being forced to undertake this ridiculousness?!

But her insistence fell on deaf ears, and so, she'd been forced into physical trial after physical trial. Push-ups. Sit-ups. Pull-ups. Up yours. In the end, she'd come to the marathon run, upon which she collapsed face-first onto the ground well ahead of the finish line.]

Please...leave me here to die...

Re: Running with Wolves - [ota]

[lucky_e]

Don't be silly. You're doing great.

[This was actually kind of fun for her! And a great way to get her body moving again. Besides, there were far more strenuous exercises they can be doing right now. But, well, she also supposed not everyone was used to working their body like this. That was fine and understandable!]

There's not much more to do.

[She said with an encouraging smile followed by a swig of her water. Before fixing a few stray hairs that had come loose from the bun she had it set in.]

Re: Running with Wolves - [ota]

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix groaned. Who was this person who was taking this all so casually?! Every bit of her body ached with pain and weariness, and she just wanted to stop and lay there.

But she also knew the White Wolves wouldn't let her.

With a heavy sigh, Croix got to her feet somehow, letting out a whine. ]

Easy..for you to say...

[lucky_e]

It will be easy for you too once you work your body enough.

[She said it in, what was hopefully, an encouraging tone. Her hair might be a silvery grey color, but at least Enty isn't a member of the White Wolves. So, Croix had that going.]

It's usually the first push that's the hardest. But it becomes much easier when you start building off of it.

[Enty does decide to check her own speed and stay next to Croix in case she collapses again or actually ends up needing help.]

[vivens]

[ there truly a big divide between those who are physically fit and those who are struggling a bit more than others, isn't there? it's been kind of hard to watch especially given that sabo is certainly one of those who found the demands from the white wolves to be reasonable.

that said, he'll kneel down next to croix as she "rests" on the ground after he body has decided that it was time for a break. albeit a bit of a dramatically decided. his tone friendly as he tries to be supportive. ]

I think there might be some distress among the others if that were to happen.

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix let out a groan, despite his friendly and supportive tone. ]

They'll get over it. Tragedy builds character. Or at least that's what my mother always said.

[vivens]

Why make them get over it in the first place? Come on, it isn't too bad.

[ there, there. he's here to keep her company while she recovers. or not recover. up to her. ]

But I've never quite heard things phrased that way; I'm much more familiar with the saying of "whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger". Both seem to be harsh, though, don't you think?

We Know Who You Are [part one] - OTA

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix had been in the service tunnels when the bomb went off, doing her work as part of her employment with the Kappa. From her end, she had no idea what had happened; simply a rumbling and then crashing as the explosion caused the foundation of the building to collapse.

Croix immediately came running, of course. By the time she arrived, however, the tunnel had filled with debris and running water from the broken pipes. Gritting her teeth, she looked up and saw part of the surface had crumbled away, exposing the tunnel to the open air. If she wanted to get out, she would have to... ]

Hey! I'm down here! Can anyone hear me?!

Let me know if anything needs to be adjusted

[itstillhurt]

[Denied access to the primary bomb site, Azula has opted to at least try to make herself useful in the surrounding environment. There's so much noise and activity, and she's so focused on putting out fires and avoiding building collapses, that she thinks she must have imagined that voice at first.

Then she sees the cracked, crumbling chunk of pavement, and she figures she ought to at least check. It's just as well that she did, because that is clearly a person down there, in the tunnels below the street- far more extensive than she'd realized, she'll have to keep that in mind. Wait, wasn't that-

Whatever, it isn't important. She has a job to do.]

Are you injured?

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix's eyes widened as she heard the voice; was this some sort of karmic retribution for her? Either way, she'd have to just run with it. ]

I'm fine, but there's a lot of smoke and water down here! The way up out of the tunnels is blocked as well!

[itstillhurt]

[She stares down at the gap. It was small. Very small. Azula herself would be hard-pressed to squeeze through it, and she seemed to recall Croix being a fair bit taller and broader. That could be an issue.

She backs out of view of the hole, looking around for some other means of access, or even a line she could throw, but she can still be heard calling down to Croix]

How blocked is 'blocked?' Could it be cleared?

We Know Who You Are [part two] - OTA

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix had, somehow, gotten herself out of the tunnels, and back up to the surface. After making sure her business near the explosion site was concluded, she decided to join the effort to find and diffuse any bombs remaining in Sutoku territory.

While searching, she remembered seeing an abandoned building on the map. There was nothing there now, but it was located in such a place that it could be bad if destruction spread. If she was a bomber, that might be the perfect location: abandoned, but still dangerous. And so she sent out a message:]

I think I have a lead on another bomb. Heading to [attached location] now.

[ Thankfully, she arrived on time, and with her technical expertise, disarmed the bomb. But it turned out that the bombs were set to trigger a fire from some gas cans if tampered with, and Croix quickly found herself in a building that was burning.

Choking on smoke, Croix ran for the exit, only for flames to block her way. Seeing no recourse, she ran for the windows. Throwing her body at them, she broke through the glass, injuring her ribs as she hit the ground outside. Furthermore, the glass had cut her forehead, leaving a nasty gnash.

She laid there, in pain, as the fire began to spread outside. She screamed for help for the second time that day, as her own blood dripped down and covered her eyes, stinging them along with the smoke. ]

take two!

[mechspeed]

[Metal had arrived to the building in question in order to investigate a potential bomb sighting, but he was just a bit later than Croix in arriving. As he approached, the gas canister inside had been ignited by her defusal of the device and set the whole place up in flames, causing him to stop suddenly and cover his optics with one of his arms.

As he lowered his arm and saw the flames raging, he decided this was a lost cause. There was no need to stay any longer.

But as he turned and took a step or two to leave, that was when the sudden crash of glass caused him to snap his attention towards the building again, his attention now stuck on the fact a familiar figure was coming through it. He might not have his super speed, but his A.I. chip is still built to make split second decisions during life or death scenarions; he pushes himself forward with one foot and holds out his arms, managing to catch Croix as she falls through the window...but he falls as well, so he tries to shield her body as he hits the ground and rolls the moment he hits the floor. Granted, it won't be the most comfortable save of her life given he's effectively a cushion of steel and edges, but it's better than hitting the floor with nothing between her and it at least.]

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix let out a grunt as she effectively collided with Metal, wincing as she felt her ribs ache like fire. She tried to push herself up off of him, but the strength of her arms gave out, and she fell back against him, blood dripping from the cut on her forehead. ]

Hnn...we've got...got to get out of here...

[mechspeed]

Yes. [He watches her attempt at rising, as well as failing, seemingly passive. But now that he's confirmed the extent of her weakness, he can move.] Try to keep still. I am incapable of tending to wounds, so it is best you do not injure yourself further.

[He at least tries to move her carefully, but he is nowhere near as delicate as he needs to be with someone in Croix's condition. Knowing that, he figures it's for the best he simply moves as quickly as possible and doesn't linger.

Once she's off of him, he stands up and picks her off the ground to carry her.]

Hold on if you can.

[emet_sulk]

[ Help comes not long after she begins screaming. Rapid footsteps, and then a shadow as someone kneels beside her, trying to get her away from the flames before they spread or something collapses and sprays out more broken glass and debris. But they're not gentle at first, not realising that her ribs are broken.

There is soft swearing from a distinctly male voice. ]

Where are you hurt?

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix can scarcely look up, the pain is so much. But she answers quickly, if nothing else. ]

My chest...my head...hrrngh...

[emet_sulk]

[ After a moment, she will feel a gentle warmth radiating from her chest. But unfortunately, that is all it amounts to. He does not possess the ability to mend broken ribs or knit complex wounds. ]

Zodiark curse this place, my power...

[ A frustrated sigh. The warmth vanishes. He's still there though, and this time he tries to carefully lift her in his arms. ]

Home Care - [locked to Chariot]

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix was miserable. Not only was she in pain, she'd basically been laid up in her and Chariot's apartment since the blast. Her chest was bandaged, as was her forehead, and worst of all? She was unable to work.

The most she could do was lie on her futon, and stare forlornly at the salvaged tech she couldn't even stay busy with. Frustrated, she let out a huge sigh. ]

I hate this.

[beariot]

[ Chariot brought a few things on a tray towards Croix, kneeling beside her to rest it at the other woman's side.

A bottle of water, a thermos of soup (both of which were easier to have in Croix's state), and what appeared to be a small puzzle game. Something that must have caught her eye last time she went to the Don Quixote. ]

This should at least keep your mind occupied for a bit. I'll get Dr. Dyer to give you a more accurate time frame of recovery, but for now, Mona is fine with me just taking consultation calls from the apartment so... at least you've got me to talk to, right?

[ They'd tried watching TV, but most every channel her poor rabbit ears could get was covering the explosion and aftermath, still... ]

[roombamastermind]

[ And matters relating to the explosion were still a sore point for Croix. Literally.

Croix smiled up at Chariot, nodding. She looked over at the items on the tray, and instantly went for the puzzle game. Ah, this would be a good diversion from the pain. ]

Thank you. I'm glad I could have such an attentive caretaker, heh.

[locked to Leonardo - set before the bombing]

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix is walking home, carrying her tools with her from her maintenance work. She's seemingly alone in the city street, minding her own business, and certainly not a ninja with highly honed senses and skill in stealth.

She'd be relatively easy for someone with that skill-set to sneak up on and approach, though she's doing her best to keep attentive towards normal pedestrians and would-be pursuers. ]

[neonleon]

[Leo's been definitely not illegally staying with his brother in Sutoku territory. Just like they haven't been sharing each other's posts and information. Totally. So Leo's checking a few things out when he does see someone that looks maybe a little familiar. Donnie, against Leonardo's will, had mentioned a few people he's working with and maybe it's just because it's only the two of them, maybe it's the whole "almost died with a homicidal alien beating him to death" thing, but he's protective. He's the leader now, he has to be.

So he'll follow from the shadows for a minute or two, waiting for something. He doesn't know what. But eventually impatience and wanting to make a scene wins out and he steps out casually behind her.]

So you're out late. Got a hall pass? [Chuckles, god he's hilarious.]

[roombamastermind]

[ Croix stopped cold...and then eased up, because what kind of assailant announces their presence. She turns, and blinks...ignoring the bad joke and focusing entirely on the point. ]

Hello. Are you related to Donatello somehow?