http://emorangerblack.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] emorangerblack.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] srwug_alpha_rp2012-05-20 07:35 pm

This is the beginning

[A small object suddenly emerges from behind the horizon and blazes through the sky, followed by a comet-like trail. It crashes aboard the White Chalice's deck, revealing itself to be... a pair of humans clad in armor. The armor being Black Cloud and the Great Pretender, to be precise.]

I promised... to return...

1.
[Reactions for witnessing the crash come here. Devon and Laura's armors disappear almost immediately, and they lie down on the deck without strength to even get up. Exhausted, wounded and even somewhat singed they may look... but they are definitely alive and conscious.]

2.

[Some time later, once someone mercifully dragged Devon along to the medical bay - she'll be busy lying in bed and recuperating from the recent hell she went through. Still, the bandaged Shifter is good enough for visits.]

3.

[Same as #2, but for Laura. Just as Devon, she is worn out and injured, but the medical staff predicts she will make a full recovery soon enough. Although she has an eyepatch on.]

4.

[Locked to Cheng, and happening BEFORE prompt #2.

The Shifter still had some unfinished business before she could collapse. Mustering what little remains of her strength, she stumbled in a zombie-like gait to wherever her husband was at the time.

And once she makes it there, she just stands in the doorway. And stares.]
emorangerpink: (downcast)

[personal profile] emorangerpink 2012-05-21 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Not...

[Clear throat. Try again.]

Not too injured. Too tired. Might pass out.

[Not that Laura, and Devon too, aren't visibly injured - though at first glance none of it appears too severe, fortunately.]

[identity profile] 2hell-weride.livejournal.com 2012-05-21 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you gonna pitch a fit if I try to get you up and moving?

...I'm not touching Devon. I like my ribs not broken.
emorangerpink: (Default)

[personal profile] emorangerpink 2012-05-21 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Couldn't if I wanted. [It's okay, MarKus, Laura trusts you. And is too tired to work out why you think she might pitch a fit, anyhow.]

[identity profile] 2hell-weride.livejournal.com 2012-05-21 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. [[One step at a time here. Hand, elbow, shoulder, then, hoisting her up to rest against him.]] Hopefully you can walk, a bit.

[identity profile] 2hell-weride.livejournal.com 2012-05-21 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're awake, too.

[[He kinda pauses, while, making sure he's got a good shoulder on Laura.]] I'll actively not tell Cheng you're back if I see him. You'd prefer it that way, right?
emorangerpink: (downcast)

[personal profile] emorangerpink 2012-05-21 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Laura can shuffle one leg ahead of the other and not much else. MarKus is probably going to need some help.]

Don't be too rough on him.