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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-02 11:12 pm
andrend) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-02 11:12 pm
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Lightning Can, in Fact, Strike Twice
WHO: Kylo Ren's Force Ghost
WHERE: House 40
WHEN: February 6th, Forward dated so people can play it over the weekend.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Graphic Character Death & Body discovery; possible some tears from his tinyadopted family group of acquaintances
STATUS: Open
Important OOC Notes: Jean Grey will be discovering Ren's body, though others are welcome to discover the tree and the symbol. Kira will be burying the body with the shovel he got from Ren in a different post. Otherwise, this post is like other event posts. OTAs and Threadjacks and such where threads are not closed. Have at it.
The static in the air has only grown worse with the passage of time. Electricity is everywhere, shocking hands that reach for door handles and raising the hairs off skin. It's a charged atmosphere that has flooded the village and surrounding canyon, and it seems to be growing rather than dissipating.
Occasional orbs of electricity burst into life in the sky, lightning lancing out from the energize centers in various directions, sometimes striking houses or trees. It's at the least a concern, and one that unsettles Ren for the frequency of it, and the dry quality of the air.
Lightning strikes a tree near the house, and the crack of the trunk is loud enough to draw at least one of its inhabitants out to take a look when the initial sound changes into a cacophony of cracking and snapping that ends in a crash. The tree, smoldering in an arc down its split and splintered trunk had landed against the corner edge of the roof and smashed a small cave-in into the covering.
It was nothing to worry about as far as the integrity of the building's structure, but the potential for a growing fire was. Ren slid his coat off and tossed it over the fallen part of the broken tree, smothering the embers as quickly as he could. One house going up was a problem, but in the weather they had been having, it wouldn't take much to spread.
The second strike comes as he's putting out the flames, striking the house itself this time. He manages to see it, watches the arc of it slam into the roof like a weapon more than a feat of nature. And the strike unnaturally coils and burns into the roof with the hiss of a new fire. Grabbing the coat as quickly as he could, Ren jumps onto the broken tree, scaling the angled log as quickly as he can in a race against flames. He slips, splinters his hands and knocks his knees a few times on the way up, but he makes it, and throws himself toward the fire.
For all he internally might have wished the village would burn, the house was a shelter to Jean and himself, and he didn't want to watch that so easily destroyed by an angry storm of lightning. He throws the singed coat down over the flames, barely catching a glimpse of the symbol burned clear as day into the roof itself. His priorities elsewhere.
Another fire smothered, Ren allows himself a moment to catch his breath, tugging a shard of bark from his palm and pulling the now ruined coat off the symbol to take a look. He never gets the chance to see it clearly, as a second bolt attempts to strike exactly where the first has hit, and meets a softer, more conductive barrier in its path.
Warning: Graphic Character Death follows
It takes milliseconds to travel through him. The metal curtain rod still at his back, held by a cord of rope looped around his chest, only makes matters worse. The heat from the strike burns, and the discharge itself lances tree like Lichtenberg figures across his skin. For a moment he stays where he is, crouched on the roof, his heart struggling arrhythmic and his skin bruising from the burst vessels underneath. It doesn't last. His heart fails to catch back up, his body goes slack when muscles locked tight from the electricity are suddenly released. He loses consciousness and drops from the roof, dead before he hits the ground.
[Important OOC Notes: Jean Grey will be discovering Ren's body, though others are welcome to discover the tree and the symbol. Kira will be burying the body with the shovel he got from Ren in a different post. Otherwise, this post is like other event posts. OTAs and Threadjacks and such where threads are not closed. Have at it.]
WHERE: House 40
WHEN: February 6th, Forward dated so people can play it over the weekend.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Graphic Character Death & Body discovery; possible some tears from his tiny
STATUS: Open
Important OOC Notes: Jean Grey will be discovering Ren's body, though others are welcome to discover the tree and the symbol. Kira will be burying the body with the shovel he got from Ren in a different post. Otherwise, this post is like other event posts. OTAs and Threadjacks and such where threads are not closed. Have at it.
The static in the air has only grown worse with the passage of time. Electricity is everywhere, shocking hands that reach for door handles and raising the hairs off skin. It's a charged atmosphere that has flooded the village and surrounding canyon, and it seems to be growing rather than dissipating.
Occasional orbs of electricity burst into life in the sky, lightning lancing out from the energize centers in various directions, sometimes striking houses or trees. It's at the least a concern, and one that unsettles Ren for the frequency of it, and the dry quality of the air.
Lightning strikes a tree near the house, and the crack of the trunk is loud enough to draw at least one of its inhabitants out to take a look when the initial sound changes into a cacophony of cracking and snapping that ends in a crash. The tree, smoldering in an arc down its split and splintered trunk had landed against the corner edge of the roof and smashed a small cave-in into the covering.
It was nothing to worry about as far as the integrity of the building's structure, but the potential for a growing fire was. Ren slid his coat off and tossed it over the fallen part of the broken tree, smothering the embers as quickly as he could. One house going up was a problem, but in the weather they had been having, it wouldn't take much to spread.
The second strike comes as he's putting out the flames, striking the house itself this time. He manages to see it, watches the arc of it slam into the roof like a weapon more than a feat of nature. And the strike unnaturally coils and burns into the roof with the hiss of a new fire. Grabbing the coat as quickly as he could, Ren jumps onto the broken tree, scaling the angled log as quickly as he can in a race against flames. He slips, splinters his hands and knocks his knees a few times on the way up, but he makes it, and throws himself toward the fire.
For all he internally might have wished the village would burn, the house was a shelter to Jean and himself, and he didn't want to watch that so easily destroyed by an angry storm of lightning. He throws the singed coat down over the flames, barely catching a glimpse of the symbol burned clear as day into the roof itself. His priorities elsewhere.
Another fire smothered, Ren allows himself a moment to catch his breath, tugging a shard of bark from his palm and pulling the now ruined coat off the symbol to take a look. He never gets the chance to see it clearly, as a second bolt attempts to strike exactly where the first has hit, and meets a softer, more conductive barrier in its path.
Warning: Graphic Character Death follows
It takes milliseconds to travel through him. The metal curtain rod still at his back, held by a cord of rope looped around his chest, only makes matters worse. The heat from the strike burns, and the discharge itself lances tree like Lichtenberg figures across his skin. For a moment he stays where he is, crouched on the roof, his heart struggling arrhythmic and his skin bruising from the burst vessels underneath. It doesn't last. His heart fails to catch back up, his body goes slack when muscles locked tight from the electricity are suddenly released. He loses consciousness and drops from the roof, dead before he hits the ground.
[Important OOC Notes: Jean Grey will be discovering Ren's body, though others are welcome to discover the tree and the symbol. Kira will be burying the body with the shovel he got from Ren in a different post. Otherwise, this post is like other event posts. OTAs and Threadjacks and such where threads are not closed. Have at it.]
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"I haven't been here very long. Two months, maybe? It's hard to keep track of all the days without a calendar or anything. When I got here, it was still snowy."
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"I'm Kira," he can do that much on autopilot, searching past her for the entrance to the house. "Is there anything inside that you need? Can you try to get the door open without touching it, like what you did just now? There might be something behind it, I don't know where exactly the source of the smoke is."
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She pulled at the door, concentrating on twisting and pushing it inward so that they wouldn't have to touch it to go inside the house. "Um, that should do it."
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He keeps his gaze on the house, telling himself that he can do plenty people would call crazy, would call him crazy for believing possible. She didn't deserve gawking when her house was on fire.
"Do you want to go in together, or do you want to go get someone to help," he asks, walking closer with his arm in front of his mouth, breathing through his sleeve. It doesn't look like the fire is burning through anything but the roof, but he has no idea how long it will hold. Considering some of the supplies they'd gotten in the gifts, the contents of the house could decide if she ate more than the inn's one meal a day.
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"We'll try to get his things out first. My stuff is less of a priority. I just...I don't want to lose anything that belonged to him."