Logs:H'kon's Manly Escape
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| RL Date: 4 April, 2015 |
| Who: H'kon, Keysi, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A bit over 24 hours post-collapse, H'kon finally manages to escape from the closed-off room, to find Keysi just starting to recover in the hallway |
| Where: Trapped Hallway, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 6, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Madilla/Mentions, Leova/Mentions |
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| They should know where he is. Arekoth is on the outside, calmer now, assuring Vrianth and any others who might communicate that so far, H'kon has this under control. There hasn't been much noise from the room that was sealed off; a little bit of digging at first that might have been overlooked in the initial panic, and then the occasional grunt, and once or twice, shifting of material that was not at all promising, by the sounds of it. But this time, it's different. This time, the H'kon noise is verbal: "Is anyone standing near?", carried with a scattering of pebbles, and one rock he wasn't planning on, rolling into the hallway. At a touch more than a day since the collapse, Keysi could be found laying where she fell. Sleep had taken her on and off throughout the hours that passed, and this time she's stirred by a shifting of noise. Of rock. Again. There's a sinking in her stomach, and there's a moment where all her muscles tense to move, and then immediately after scream in discontent at the very idea. "No-" Her hoarse voice chokes, unable to really carry the volume to the rider the assurance he was looking for. She hadn't been concious long enough to hear who else was trapped besides the few she saw immediately after. Sore hands push against the floor to move herself just enough that she can tilt her head to see who's to emerge. Whether he doesn't hear the voice, or doesn't trust it, there's a long moment where nothing happens. Even the pebbles and dust stop tumbling. Then, at length, gravelly, but spoken purposefully loudly, "Stay back. I do not know which way the rocks will fall." A beat. A little tumble of pebbles. "Do you understand?" "Yes.." Keysi trails off, she knows she's not loud enough. She can't possibly be, given her croaking of a whisper that's given in reply. For the first time, she successfully forces herself up into something of a sitting position with a gasp as she does so. The healer finds the closest rock and kicks it, albeit not well towards the doorway. Oh, that took effort. There's a groan that follows it, and short breaths. But she does it one more time, to make it more assured it isn't just more rocks falling off his personal landslide. There's another too-long pause, longer than the first, even. H'kon is waiting inside, positioning himself, grunts more subdued, now that he has reason to believe someone might be listening. Finally, "There will be rocks falling." And then, there are, a few at first, and then a great grumbling shift. The pile that had sealed off the door doesn't collapse, but there is more space made. Enough that the brownrider can get his shoulder and head through, dusty, bloodied, exhausted, and so far, all in one piece. Keysi can't help but grimace as the rocks fall, her once-steady demeanor shaken. There's a lot of blood on the girl, once she can be seen, and the floor she was laying on stained with it too. Her head, back, hands seem particularly bad and she sits up crookedly as if her chest is bothering her and she needs to be that way to breathe better. Intense grey eyes watch him, study him. Study him for injury, really. She doesn't speak as her barrels his way through part of the wall. "Are you alright?" Is her strained quiet voice, which should be audible now that the barrier is gone. H'kon's first concern is to check his immediate surroundings for anyone who may have been in his way. When no victims of his activities are found, the man relaxes visibly. It's a quick reminder, the press of bruised flesh to rock, and he changes the way in which he's bracing himself. "Well enough," comes with a short nod, after enough time he may have thought about it, checked. His next look, proper look, is not to Keysi, but toward the exit, blocked though it is. He studies it, as if he could see through it. There's another pause. He's still not tried to push further out of his enclosure. "Who are you?" He looks back to her only after asking it. Keysi is not quick to react or respond. She's nowhere to go, afterall. Nor can she go anywhere. "It's blocked." She says unnecessarily in reference to the rest of the hallway. Given his answer, her grey eyes close as she rests back on the wall she'd dragged herself to. "There's a hole. We get supplies. Masters are outside." It's not that she's inept to talk like that, but rather is unable to take deep breaths and apparently needs to speak in choppy sentences between breaths. "Unstable." She finishes, gritting her teeth slightly. In theory, she means the wall, not herself. "Keysi. Healer." Is the answer to his question. "I know these things," H'kon dismisses, perhaps a bit too soon, enough he might cut her off. "H'kon," he offers in return, when she offers her name. His hand has started to search around the rocks upon which he's perched. "Arekoth has kept me informed." A few deep breaths follow. "More rocks may fall." He, also, braces himself visibly. "I'd say well met but-" Keysi seems to take being almost cut-off well enough, "Not met in the best circumstances." Dry humor is somewhat livid, though her tone remains even, neutral, aside from the moments it trails off under a wince of discomfort. That was too long a statement. "I apologize," pause he braces himself and she turns her head away to not watch the rest of the rocks be pushed away, "for not helping." There are only a few rocks that, so far, fairly controlled. "I would prefer you didn't, any-" another rock moves and stops with a dull thud that has H'kon silenced for a moment. He tries to turn, freeing his hand up to move that rock now, and then, the others that try to follow it. There's too much going on for him to talk, in that moment. And in the next, there is room for his other shoulder. Breathing room, also. H'kon rests, still on the rock pile. "They've given us water?" Keysi turns back at his pause, restraining the 'are you okays' and instead just staring at the whole he'd created until he's stopped with both his shoulders through. "Aye." And one hand lifts about half-way to indicate the few skins of water that had been delivered and now rest on a sit-alone boulder settled near the fallen wall. Some other wrapped items are with them as well. "I'm not sure when." Is added, "But there is also food. Sandwiches of sorts, I think." The no-wheat-no-meat kind of sandwiches. She sounds unsure more than she should- suggesting she hasn't touched any yet either. "Hm," says H'kon, and it catches a bit, in his throat. "Then best I come down." Off his little pile of rocks. Still, he hesitates, licking at his lips, to no real effect. The wait is only a brief one, this time; then he sets to getting his arms under him and ease forward. Ease sideways. Try to make his way down, though the moment he's started to get to the other side, things are sliding and unstable again. There are no more words to follow. There is a grunt. Keysi does finally react, and lurches forward as the rocks start sliding unintended. As if she'd catch him. Or something. The instinct is stronger than logic as she gets about to her knees before she's stopped short, arm holding her chest as she freezes in place. Nope. "Careful." Is uttered under her breath. She knows it's unnecessary. Knows. But it doesn't keep the clipped word from leaving her, and her overly critical stare from watching his reaction. H'kon grunts a second time, but does manage to get his limbs under him, and scrabble away from the debris. The adrenaline helps; it gets him to a wall of the hallway, against which he catches himself, both palms out in front of him - and then slowly eases himself into a crouch. "You're up," he observes, with a bit of a wry smile trying to work its way onto his face, though it's got an awkward look to it. His breathing is accelerated. He leans his forehead to the wall, pointedly. Keysi is panting, as if she'd just run a marathon. And there's only four H'kon's. Maybe 5. She squints- really probably appearing to be glaring at him, but soon apparently gives up on making out the right one, and sits back tenderly, slowly, and lands with an uncomfortable but soft thud. A breath or two, and the room stands still again. "You bring out the best. In me." Is the dry humor that answers him through her breathing. "Pushed yourself too hard." The healer comments after a few beats, now that she can see one of him. Not that too many options were present. From the outside, On the weyr-side of the collapsed wall, crafters are still busily cobbling together a makeshift support of wooden struts, although for the moment they seem to have taken a breather, smiths and woodworkers alike exchanging meaningful Looks and Thoughts and Ideas in a cluster by the far wall as they pore over a blueprint. It allows Laine an opportunity to slip by them, though not unnoticed. She moves toward the dark hole that's been punched through the rubble and stands there silently for a long time, her ear pressed up against it. Hearing voices, she sets her chin against the hollow and murmurs, quietly at first, "is anyone there?" "That is because I'm a wingleader," answers H'kon, dryly, that smile tugging harder. He starts to sink lower, then remembers himself, and pushes back into a stand. Well. Not really a crouch, and not really a stand, but somewhere in between. "Where is the water?" His over-exertion, for now, goes unaddressed. Keysi doesn't try again to stand, not yet. Instead, she's forced to just motion with a hand again- this time, at least, with a more deliberate pointing towards the flat-topped boulder that serves well enough as a table for the hallway-room. "There should be plenty." There's a pause that seemed perhaps.. concerned.. with the statement that follows "-I haven't seen all - of them yet. They haven't eaten." Indicating the others trapped in here, with a tug at her expression that shows how very frustrated she is about that. It's comforting though, that smile, and she's there silent for a long moment. That is, until a voice from the outside. Maybe? Through the long hole, it's but a whisper if said quietly. "Someone's there?" Keys says, more to H'kon. She can't raise her voice to speak upwards. From the outside, There's still voices drifting through that narrow, dark breach, and Laine presses herself closer to the stone, her hands splayed and bracing against rubble. She repeats, louder: "Is someone there?" Then, even if she doesn't receive a response: "Can I get anything?" H'kon is concerned first with finding that water. He makes his way to the table, all but dragging his knuckles, and though he surely knows enough to only drink a little at first, still manages to make himself cough and splutter. It's that coughing and spluttering that will be Laine's first answer, nearer to the entrance as he is now. It's only once he's eased down to sit, back against the wall, that Laine receives her answer of, "Yes. Here." He turns his head, though, back toward that healer. Considers her. "Easy." Keysi's hand lifts again as if reaching to take it away from him. From a distance. Stern eyes matching her sharp- though still hoarsely quiet- tone. "There will be more." She's only contented when he sits, and lets her hand fall back to her side. "What took you... into that room?" Is asked a beat or two after he answers the one calling from above. From the outside, The candidate outside listens to that choking cough, her dark brows knitting as her eyes search that black hole. Her voice is troubled, and she waits for a pause in the indistinct speech within before she says, pitching her voice to carry, low. "Is--are you okay in there?" They must be getting sick of answering that question. "Yes," assures H'kon, with a cough propelling the end of the word out to the voice beyond the wall. "Yes," he then agrees to Keysi, nodding. The next sip moistens his lips, only. He licks them quickly, and waits, turning his head now so that one ear is pointed out toward the blocked exit. He still does hear Keysi's question, however. It is answered, after a while, with, "Checking for any who may have frozen. When it started." Another little cough, but that one more a memory of his problem with the water than anything. Keysi only nods, understanding. She watches the 'wingleader' for awhile, but then lets her intense gaze fall. "Who is it?" She tries tries to call, but likely Laine would only hear some sort of frog trying to whisper to her from afar. The consequence is coughing, and thusly pain, her hand reflexively holding over her ribs through her red-stained tunic. "Useless." She mutters to herself, a flicker of anger showing again before it's stiffled as a short-lived sigh. "It looked so unstable ... when you moved it. Could have been crushed." They all could've. And kinda were. From the outside, Not because she heard Keysi, but because it's polite when whispering through holes to strangers: "It's Laine. I'm an-- apprentice tanner. I'll be here if you need me." The candidate slides her back down the hallway wall until she's seated on the floor, arms crossed over her knees. From here, one ear tilted, she can still (barely) catch those ill-defined words, that croaking whisper. She crooks her feet so her toes touch, and stares without seeing at her boots. H'kon's, "Thank you," to Laine is beginning to take on that sound of exhaustion. He moistens his lips again, then a third time. He's gaining momentum. He might try a drink again, soon. But first, he peers back toward the candidate, trapped there with him. "None were in that room," he reports. "As it was, the room may have done me well. Protection of a sort." Even though there's a bandage tied around his forearm, even though he is surely aching and bruised and sprained as well. "There was no water there. No food. I needed to move it." To exert himself. "Good." Keysi breathes. "We- Lya- heard cries. Thought I saw movement. Tried to help.." The worst kind of rescue mission- where the rescuers become the ones needing rescue. "But nothing was down here." She doesn't seem at all regretful for doing it, though. Rather, she sets her hands in her lap- the fingers swollen and bruised. "I can't do much... yet." The healer begins, "But is there anything you ... want me to look at?" Breaths. Slow, steady. Light-headed. H'kon simply shakes his head in answer to that. "No. No, I'll see to it. I'll need something to clean- did they provide us redwort?" He starts to look back toward the table, then seems to remember his water. That is more important, and this time, there is a swallow, and it goes down easily, a proper drink. Only afterwards, and with a bit of a protesting groan for his own mental cautions, "Do we need to ration these supplies?" "I think the masterhealer .. came by." Keysi offers, squinting again. "Or an assistant. Not sure." There's been a lot of people involved, but there is a good stock of supplies at this point already, piled beside the boulder if not ontop of it. "I'm sure there's ... some there. I don't think rationing is .. necessary." There's a beat as she seems pained in a different way. Her pride perhaps? "If you find enough," breath, "can you pass some over?" "The masterhealer," repeats H'kon, frowning. A final drink of the water is taken, and it's set aside - whether or not it needs rationing. A nod acknowledges Keysi's request; he leans over and starts to rummage. "Have you had water?" is asked, a bit muffled, perhaps, as he's not facing her. At length, a small jar is seized. He considers it, rolls it in his hands a time or two, careful of the one wrist, before sliding on the floor toward the girl. The water comes too. Just in case. "I.." Keysi considers saying she had. Considers it pretty hard given she already had to ask for help for something so simple already. But he saves her from having to when he slides them both over. Her hands shake some as she handles the water skin and lifts it to her lips. She tries not to guzzle, but ends up coughing. Just like H'kon. "Aye. I was just speaking with her... right before coming down here. Thought I'd be gone ... for only a moment." She adds as she catches her breath, getting better at hiding the twinges of discomfort that accompany it. She begins peeling off the parts of her tunic that are stuck like glue to her skin. Slowly. Very slowly. And giving up on some. "I see." H'kon gives an almost defeatist look back over to that table-boulder. But there is food there. And he wants that, too. "Did she give you any instruction?" he asks, not immediately after she's finished; there's another pause in between. And he starts bum-sliding back over, where he reaches for some sort of a flatbread. And then bum-slides back toward Keysi; toward the redwort; toward the water. "She was working .. on a quilt. Beautiful." Keysi grits her teeth as she pulls harder to rip a piece of sleeve from her shoulder. The worst one is on her back, however. She'll have to figure out how to attend to that at some point. "I'd not met her before. Seems happy to be back here." Though her voice is already rough and quiet, these other thoughts seem even quieter. Thoughtful. The water is set down, closer to him as he slides nearer. Her hand is dipped in the salve and spread on the shoulder, over her hands in a pattern like one would soap. H'kon takes another bit of water, setting the flatbread on his lap to do so, not much worried about what it might touch while he drinks, nor once he sets the skin down, and tears himself a piece. From this, he takes a small bite. And chews very slowly. It changes his perspective, perhaps, trying that bit of food. "How many others?" Did he ask before? Does he recall? Keysi sets the redwort between them, her hands covered and stained. But it feels good. Feels good to have something besides dirt and grit in the wounds. His question strikes a chord. Salve-covered hands placed in her lap, the candidate.. the healer... stares at them. Her jaw is set, as if angered, but when the girl speaks, her maintains a neutrality. "I don't... I don't know." She admits, exhaustion with just the length of this discussion and its efforts starting to wear heavily on her - the feeling of helplessness just behind it, hauntingly. "I can't stand- I couldn't check. I'm sorry." But after she takes a moment to reign her self-frustration in a bit, she offers him at least the information she does know "Lycinea was with me ... when it fell." "Leova." It's suddenly a memory, and then, the dragonman is far away, outside with Arekoth. "Hm?" is after a long while; even if she's spoken, H'kon's not heard her. And then, "I... should rest. But will be here if you need." |
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