genessia | 004 :: Action [During the Event]

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004 :: Action [During the Event]

Who: Belle & OPEN
What: A sticky situation with shadows.
When: BELATED EVENT POST
Where: Genessia/Everglade
Warning: None yet.

Belle wasn’t a fighter but she also wasn’t the sort of person who could sit and do nothing while people got hurt. She’d been heading to work when she saw the spirits break and swarm through the cities. She had nothing she could use to fight except a nearby fallen tree branch. She dove for it when the spirits approached, swinging it to keep the dark figures away from.

It did nothing to them but they paused and she used that time to run.

Breath exhaled I heavy puffs as she made her way down the streets. She fumbled with her phone seeing the message that indicated where the safe houses were. She didn’t want to go there, she wanted to help, but all thoughts slipped from her mind as one of the shadows loomed above her. Belle stumbled backwards, falling hard on the ground beneath her with a solid thud.

She was too breathless to scream.

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Ten meanwhile is roaming the streets - everywhere as possible - lucky for Belle, Ten just happen to turn the corner then and with his sonic screwdriver glowing uses the noise vibration settings on the spirit and is standing fierce - with his body poised and some of his teeth showing and anger in his eyes.

"COME GET ME!"

Ten yells at the spirits.

Belle’s head turned to see the glow of the screwdriver in his hand. She didn’t know what it was but it didn’t look like a weapon. The spirit seemed interested in it as well because it turned and flung itself towards Ten.

"Wait." She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the tree branch at her side and swinging it at the spirits back.

It didn’t do anything though Belle looked determined to help now that she was back on her feet.

Meanwhile, Ten is still running and ever so often looking back and using the vibration setting on the sonic to continue to lure the spirits to him. It's hard to tell whether or not he has a plan - though he is heading towards the Bay.

On one of his looking back notices that the girl is still following behind, "IT'S ALRIGHT! I GOT IT!"

"But I-"

Belle didn't feel right having the man face the shadows on his own. Even so, he appeared to know what he was doing.

She continued to run after him, her feet taking her as fast as her boots would let her as she followed the pair. She was careful, she didn't let herself get to close to the shadow but she kept her eyes out for something that might stop the creature from chasing her savior.

Meanwhile, Ten continues running towards the Bay and is making sure the spirits are still coming after him. Once there - Ten turns towards the spirits and yells out; "COME AND GET ME!"

Then waits for the very last split second and falls backward, into the Bay with a splash and the spirits foolishly follow - as there are lights some unearthly screaming from below; as the spirit(s) meet their demise. Moments later, Ten pops his head up but isn't gasping for breath, and swims over and pulls himself up and is dripping wet from head to toe and breathing heavily as his sonic is being clutched in one of his hands. There is still some tax - feeling of his energy being drained but he'll manage as there's a small shiver from having done this quite a bit.

Belle waited until it was safe to approach him. It probably hadn’t been a good idea to follow him all the way here but she’d been too worried to turn away. A soft, relived sigh fell from her lips when she saw him pulling himself out of the water.

He was soaked and despite the rising heat of the city, he didn’t look like he was having a good time of this. She remembered that water being very cold.

"You should dry off." Her voice was soft and sweet, the panic faded as the setting calmed. She doubted that it was the last of those shadows but for now, they were safe. "My home is near here. Please let me at least dry off my rescuer."

She wondered if it was safe to leave the bay though the notion was an afterthought and one that Belle didn’t spent a lot of time on.

It wasn't the cold of the water that was making Ten shivering though; it was whatever chemical composer - that he literally could not put his tongue on what, that destroys the spirits - probably some kind of energy absorber that is beginning to get to him. Considering, this isn't the first time he's done this.

The Doctor eyes up at Bell silently and seems to be debating the offer; well it's not like he can leave right now. Then gives a slight head nod and pushes himself onto his feet - and a little wobbly at that.

He is glad she's alright at least, "Why are you not in any of the safe houses?"

Belle stepped forward when she saw him wobbly, her hands firmly holding onto his arm to help steady him. She didn't have a good answer to his question but the truth would have to do.

"I was working when everything started. I hadn't seen the announcements until it was a little late but I wanted to return home first." She wanted to help, except that there wasn't very much that she could do.

Ten will let her guide him considering he has no idea where she lives, "What's at home that's worth dying for?"

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"I didn't think I'd die." She protested as she lead him towards her apartment. It was in the Gardens of Pleasure, on the ground floor. It was easy to get too and rather close to the bay.

Belle paused when they reached her place and she pushed it open, ushering the man inside. Inside was clear and clean though it appeared to be a simple apartment. There were flowers on the table and Belle was quick to grab him a towel.

"I'm Belle." She spoke softly before grabbing a pot of dirt that was sitting near the windowsill. "This is what I returned here for. One day it'll be a rose."

On the way, Ten shivers a bit harder and gives her a silent thank you about the towel and begins to dry himself around the neck, hair and face. When she introduces herself, pauses to look at her, "I'm The Doctor." And gives her a smile.

Then continues on and pauses in the most dreadful way - whatever happiness that was there is gone and his aura seems to have left the room. He can't debate that - a Rose is worth going back for - if you could.

Silently just going to dry underneath his arms with his coat and suitcoat on.

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You know what might not help this situation become any less frantic?

Ambulance sirens and lights.

You know what semi corporeal ghosts might not like though?

Getting hit by an ambulance.

Yeah you have to be pretty precise with everything if you're waving around a sword but if you just hit... you know, everything... that should do it right?

Had the driver been human, this would have been a far more dangerous trick to do. Thankfully, there's no clumsy human behind the wheel of this.

Half a second of contact wouldn't do that much emotional damage, right?

SORRY, BELLE.

Belle heard the ambulance call through the streets but didn’t know what the noise meant. The noise was unfamiliar to her. There weren’t ambulances like that in 1900’s France. She didn’t need to know what the sound was to realize that the car was coming straight at the shadow and subsequently her.

She covered her head with her arms and heard the car as it hit the shadow hovering near her. It was only when she was sure that it was safe that she peeked above the curve of her arm.

Belle didn’t see the spirit but she didn’t think they were gone. She grabbed the stick and ran over to the car, surprised when she didn’t see anyone in the driver’s seat. From what little she knew about cars someone needed to drive it. Like a carriage.

"Hello? Are you okay?" She called out but she didn’t know who she was talking too.

Look, Ratchet is still coming to terms with the idea that humans don't have space ships and decent computers. He's going to break something internally trying to wrap his processor around time travel and unfamiliarity with automobiles.

He is, however, used to this reaction. No, no one is in there, but a voice does call out-

"Get in, they won't stay dispersed for long."

He'd know, he's been crashing through them for the better part of the afternoon.

Belle quickly pulled open the door and jumped inside. This was the first time that she'd been in a car and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. It was a little bit like a carriage though she had no idea how the engine propelled the vehicle forward. It was one of the many things on her reading list.

"Where are we going?"

Her voice was high and frantic despite her attempt to stay calm. Belle wasn't familiar with these situations and she wasn't sure what to do.

It should be noted Dorian had not intended to head to Everglade, but he'd remembered something, a small item really, but powerful, that he'd left at Cassian's shop, and that may prove rather helpful in the coming days against the spirits swarming the place.

He was immediately glade he decided to come. The spirits weren't as thick here as they were in Genessia, his adopted home, but for those without defenses, well...

He raised his staff as he ran in Belle's direction, without much thought, putting himself between her and the attacking spirits. He slid to a stop in the moist earth, his soft leather boots nearly slipping from beneath him, but he righted himself as he thrust energy into an arc of power around them, a shield against which the attacking spirits crash and rebounding, sending out sparks of green fire when the contacted the shimmering green dome. Holding the staff aloft to continue channeling the spell, the looked to Belle.

"I quite agree. A spiritual invasion is the perfect time for an evening stroll." Not lowering the barrier, the raised his free hand, the left, and a roiling ball of fire rose in the palm of his hand, growing white hot in seconds. In an expert maneuver, he lowered the shield and hurled the fireball at the recoiling spirits. It exploded on contact and they screamed before fleeing to easier targets.

It was then that the fatigue in Dorian's shoulders became more apparent as he lowered the staff to the ground, leaning on it for support. His white robes were soiled, she might notice, and beads of sweat dotted his brow.

"I do hope you enjoyed it. Everglade is always a fine jaunt."

Belle watched as Dorian suddenly appeared in front of her. She hadn't expected to see him but she wouldn't have mistaken his back for anyone else's. His silky voice snapped her out of her stunned silence and she pushed herself to her feet, scrambling a little as she moved. She picked up the small branch that she had with her before though she knew that it was useless against the spirits.

"Dorian." Belle stepped up to him when she was sure that the spirit was gone. Her eyes quickly cased him, noticing the dirt on his robes and the tired look in his expression. "And you're pushing yourself to much." She countered stubbornly.

"You look like you haven't slept."

She was used to that same look with her father on those nights when he had find himself incapable of sleeping.

He smiled when Belle approached him, a tired expression, but one wrought with relief. He'd been quick enough and she was alright, at least for now.

"I can assure you I'm quite well, Belle. Just a bit exhausted." And while that statement may seem a little shocking to some, he says it as though he's commenting on the weather.

"Now, what is it you're doing out here?"

Belle's brow furrowed in worry. "I heard word of an attack and I thought to return home and grab my things." Then she'd been attacked and now she wished that there was some way that she could help.

"Please let me help. You can't keep going like this."

She's seen her father over work himself and since meeting Dorian she's seen him over work himself and yet she's never seen him looking as tired and worn down as he did now.

"By all means," he'd certainly welcome the help. Taking a moment to catch his breath seemed to be helping, at the very least. "But I'm not certain there is much you can do to combat these entities. Perhaps you'd be best served helping out at one of the safe houses."

"And you'll keep doing this? Working yourself until you fall over." Belle stepped closer, Dorian was much taller than she was but that didn't deter her from wanting to help or being ready to catch him if he toppled over.

"How about this? I'll run to the nearest safe house but only if you come with me and rest for a bit." Only then she'd let him go and she'd stay behind and stay safe.

He raised a hand in protest. "I have not, as of yet, fallen over, thank you very much." And though his words sounded annoyed, he wasn't.

"Will it keep you safe?"

It didn't matter if he was annoyed with her. Belle would stand resistant against him and make sure that he's taking care of himself. She's used to stubborn men in her life and she won't let him tell her no.

"It should." She replied back in an even tone. Belle didn't know what these safe houses were but many people had said that they were shielded from the creatures that flooded through the city.

"It should, she says." He breathed an exasperated sigh and his head rocked forward for a moment in defeat. At times, this woman could be just as infuriating as Bull, which was saying something. She had a lot less bulk than the lummox.

"Fine. Follow me."

"I have no way of knowing. I've never been to one but there were notices posted on our... devices." The word sounds awkward when Belle says it but she's trying to get better with her vernacular.

Belle never intended to be a push over. No matter what the situation.

She did as he requested and turned to follow him through the city. She had her stick though she doubted it'd do much compared to Dorian's magic. Her eyes stayed on Dorian, only occasionally flicking around them. She was very worried about her friend.