[COMPLETE] Home Base

[Melancholies]

Up until now, Mila had been minding her own business. When the fight broke out, she had done the sensible thing and taken shelter, because she hadn't expected this to erupt into a murder fest, and she knew this wasn't a joke the second people started catching fire. Watching the man separate into two different entities was absolutely disgusting to watch, but what else could she do rather than witness this train wreck in slow motion?

She was hiding behind a table. Even hearing someone—someone familiar—call out to her, she stayed where she was, cowering, wheezing with all the smoke. She didn't know how to fight. There was no way in hell she'd fight. There was, definitely, no way she'd fight something who was on fire too.

No, Mila was fairly certain she was going to die, probably.

She chanced another peek out, and her eyes immediately came upon Temperance out of pure familiarity (everyone else, they were only strangers...). There she was, helping out the guy who split off from his fire-y counterpart, and while he was decidedly less on fire... it still didn't look good. At least she was terrified beyond the point of screaming. But everyone else was acting—they were all so strong...

Hey, so was she apparently, because she was running in her flipflops over to where Temperance was with the man and everything else, and with the overturned table in tow (this made it less like a run and more like a frantic scramble as it skidded along the ground). "T-T-T-Temperance! Oh my god, oh my god—" The smell of blood was absolutely disgusting, Mila had never seen this much carnage in her life, only in movies and video games and things that definitely weren't real, "H-How can I help? I-I—" She was flailing her hands a little bit, and she honestly looked like she was on the verge of tears (or a total breakdown...)

"Y-You said I was magic right!" It sounded less like a question, and Mila knew it was true from her scrying episode earlier, "C-Can you use mine? I dunno how to—can you use it?" She tried to feed what remnants of magical force she had into Temperance's healing, but not before dropping to her knees next to her, the table hopefully sturdy enough to hold against any onslaught...

HP: 50/50
Roll: Defending self + Help Heal That Crispy Boy

The Semblance of Unity

 

[Smerdle]

Chester looked at the scars on her neck and hands. He watched her gleefully attack without any thought that she might go down. He knew then that she didn't think she could.

There wasn't time for him to pull Preacher out of the way, nor would she have thanked him if he had, but he could at least make her a little less crispy. He thought of a shield of sorts, like that very first umbrella he had made under Algernon's tutelage, and he drew it over her, pulling away some of the flame. It ended its movement in front of him, in an attempt to block a little of the incoming supernova.

He lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped his brow. Why couldn't their archnemesis have been the Springtime Breeze Man?

HP: 45/50
burning stacks: 1
[ defending self and de-flaming preacher ]

The Semblance of Unity

burning stack b gone

 

[Blade Kuroda]

He had failed his strike and now he was on fire once more. It hurt. A lot. Shun just tried not to think too hard about the scent of burning flesh that he was getting here. And now the Burning Man seemed to be up to something. Something big.

How would they kill what appeared to be a skeleton anyway? Shun had a couple of ideas. In his right hand appeared the shadow dagger. It... should be able to cut through bone, though he was going to need to find the right opportunity to get in close to strike with it.

Gritting his teeth, he brought up several more shards of crystallized shadow before flinging them at the Burning Man's form. He had to stop him. At any cost. There was no need to hold back.

HP: 25/40
Burn: 1  

[Daekie]

Alexis hissed out between their teeth like they were dying, their arms shaking; they stumbled back a few steps and fell straight on their a** when their leg gave out. Oh, right. Their stitches. Their stitches that might be on fire? Their entire body kind of felt like it was on fire. Their skirt was smoking at the edges, starting to catch; most of their sleeves were already gone - they kicked at their skirt sort of ineffectively but America smothered the blaze anyways, crawling backwards, maybe-sweat maybe-burns shiny on their cheeks.

"Autumn, I just -" they said to Nasir, and then shook their head; "Nasir, sorry, couldn't - " they could feel his ozone-warm crackle on their skin and their arms hurt and their skin hurt and it was all - so familiar, in the worst way, and they didn't know why - their eyes were glassy in the worst sort of way. They weren't in any state to find cover. "I couldn't -"

They stayed between him and the Burning Man. Some desperate, doomed-to-fail, protection attempt.

HP: 10/40
Burn stacks: 0

azuredreans

MY PLATONIC AFFECTION FOR YOU WILL STOP THIS FIRE

 

[Grey Dragon]

Kaleb was already pulling the fire off the stoic detective with the shadow dagger when Temperance replied to give him instructions. Snuffing out flames with his magic was easy to do even from where he stood a little ways away. Either that or he was running purely on adrenaline.

"Got it," he replied, determined to do what he could.

It wasn't until he heard Jeremiah that he realized the temperature had gone up in the room. It was too sudden, or had he just not been aware of it? Either way, he threw up a shield as best he could, thankful the older man had shown him how so long ago.

Blade Kuroda

Shun is no longer burning!

The Semblance of Unity

Sticking by!

HP: 50
Burn: 0
Turn: Removing Shun's burn stack + Defending!
Defending Roll: 4  

[cibarium]

When Temperance arrived on the scene, Leila gazed at her with the reverence of a devout who'd been sent a god damned apparition of the Virgin Mary. She was still unbearably worried... but the young woman was giving Ezra a chance. That was something Leila would have given her life for without a second thought.

After helping peel his shirt off she turned to Eve, wiped her cheeks, gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. You did good, I promise. In spite of the precariousness of Ezra's situation, she meant it. He could have been burned to death while under the burning man's control, and the burning wouldn't have cared. She moved up, giving Temperance more space to work her miracles, and turned her gaze on an image she'd seen a dozen times in fiery silhouette -- on Ezra, on Jeremiah, on her friends. The memories of everything he'd ever said to her rolled into the forefront of her mind and the worry gave way to anger.

You "woke up" in that body, you said. Was that a lie too??

Leila shoved the memory of that first meeting at him. Along with it was all the grief she'd been carrying since the Conference, compacted and sharpened into something electric and explosive.

HP: 30/30
MIND BULLETS  

[Smerdle]

With an almost musical string of curses that rang out over most of the commotion, Theo slapped at his shirt and succeeded in feeling a little less fiery. He also ducked behind a chair because... ******** that.

HP: 35/40
burning stacks: 1
[ defending self and healing self ]  

[AMItotic]

Lily felt it again, the flames that whipped back against the snow and coiled around her hands and up her arms. She felt the heat rise and the ache and then the stabbing pain, but had no time to fall back or do damage control herself. The Burning Man was planning something, which meant he needed to be immobilized. Any defenses she could think up would not be enough.

So she called to the snow again, but packed it down into dense shards of ice, ugly and sharp like fangs. They flew for Ezra like filings towards a magnet, and just before they struck they curled inwards, like jaws for the throat.

Quote:

HP: 25/30
Turn: Attacking
Burning Stacks: 1

 

[cibarium]

"Leila, be careful!!"

Eve was still on the floor and didn't have much to work with as far as shielding went. She pulled her chair, and a few other non-wheely ones around her, hoped for the best, and turned to assist Temperance some more. Even though she hadn't gotten far in nursing school at all, she was still capable of wrapping bandages and pulling out bits of glass.

HP: 50/50
defend + heal ezra  

[AMItotic]

((Or, you know, could actually roll to attack))  

[Melancholies]

Shiloh had a really bad feeling. They'd succeeded at separating Ezra, but what was the cost?

"J-Jamie!" He turned to his boyfriend, eternally grateful for his assistance in the spell, but also overwhelmed with concern when he was on ******** fire again, stop that. He went to work with the aloe again, but... what was the Burning Man doing? Other than just standing there? He was... <******** okay okay okay—" He grabbed Jamie's hand and yanked him to the side, a wall of vines and plants and bush and flora erupting from the ground. It'd burn, but the idea was it'd catch most of the fire for itself, and not for y'know, him and his boyfriend. He pulled Jamie into a protective hug.

HP: 40/40
Roll: Defending self + Putting out the bunboyfriendo

saedusk

 

[iloveyouDIE]

Algie clutched his husband's cold hand, held it tight and had turned his face away from Ezra's body. There was a lot of blood and burnt flesh. A bit too much for him. The professor wasn't needed when more capable hands had taken over.

At Jeremiah's warning he summoned a shield, but it was so damn hot and he wore so many layers..

---
HP: 30
Defending: 1 sad

azuredreams

 

[demon_pachabel]

Cass took Jeremiah's hand when it was extended, enjoying the cold touch as it spread through her fingertips. It was in this case, his physical state of being was extra nice. She couldn't help but agree with Spirit-Dad, not really inclined to go in for the DANGER but instead found herself wishing - or perhaps willing - that she was perhaps a little more....flame-retardant. Or at least was behind something big-enough to be so.

She'd see how that swirl of energy reacted when actually in contact with fire, though.

Still, she was really not liking this whole experience. Nosirree. Still, a shield wouldn't keep her from trying to put out some fires - maybe even one that was on somebody else.

HP: 50
Inv: Anti-burn Sigil
[DEFENDING SELF FOR 9]

azuredreams

 

[Smerdle]

Rabbit kept his back to the skeleton lord, spreading a shaky shield over Ezra's unconscious form.

HP: 40/40
burning stack: -
[ defending ezra ]