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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-12 05:38 pm
00nothing) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-12 05:38 pm
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no i don't want to battle from beginning to end
WHO: Alex Rider
WHERE: around the village, then inside the inn
WHEN: February 12
OPEN TO: anyone
WARNINGS: severe lightning injuries, probably references to past injuries
STATUS: open
outside.
The temporary abatement of snow outside had been too much of a lure for Alex to resist for long, honestly, and he's been out and about sticking his nose into things for most of the day. Not that the snow had been enough to stop him from doing that anyway once he'd managed to shake himself out of his self destructive lethargy, but the weather had meant he had to limit his time outside each day for health reasons.
Working himself sick wasn't going to help anyone, after all.
Compared to his last month in this place though, the weather today is practically pleasant though. Outside of the strange lingering feeling of static electricity in the air at least, and that was less of a hindrance than it was simply... strange. Almost like a weird aftertaste in the back of his throat. It's annoying but something he can more or less ignore.
Until suddenly the taste burns so strong that he feels like he's choking on it, and Alex is thrown backwards off his feet and into the side of a building, sliding down to the ground a moment later. He has a brief moment to wonder if he's been shot again before he slides sharply into unconsciousness.
A second later, he stops breathing.
(note: immediately following the lightning strike alex's heart and breathing stop, so someone is going to have to get those started again before anything else happens.)
the inn.
Apparently, he'd been struck by lightning. Alex has to take other people's word for this because he doesn't remember any of it (he remembers pain, sharp and sudden and overwhelming, until he's enveloped by it, consumed, and then he remembers waking up again and wondering why that hadn't been enough, why he couldn't just stop, and then it's just pain again and at least that's familiar).
Breathing is... hard. Almost like he's underwater again. Or like he's trying to breathe through heavy gauze. It's not a feeling he's particularly fond of. Reminds him too much of after Scorpia, and that's not a memory he feels at all up to addressing right now, not with how blurred and fractured his focus is right now.
Alex feels like he's hooked up to a livewire right now, limbs twitching and seizing in unpredictable pulses that have him gritting his teeth against the feeling each and every time. This loss of control is driving him crazy and he...
He.
He?
He swears softly, then a touch louder when he has trouble hearing himself clearly the first time. And then a full body twitch shudders through his entire body with an unpleasant scraping sort of feeling across his nerve endings and Alex swears even louder still.
It's the most visibly upset that Alex has appeared since he arrived here, but even this has a strange muted effect to it.
WHERE: around the village, then inside the inn
WHEN: February 12
OPEN TO: anyone
WARNINGS: severe lightning injuries, probably references to past injuries
STATUS: open
outside.
The temporary abatement of snow outside had been too much of a lure for Alex to resist for long, honestly, and he's been out and about sticking his nose into things for most of the day. Not that the snow had been enough to stop him from doing that anyway once he'd managed to shake himself out of his self destructive lethargy, but the weather had meant he had to limit his time outside each day for health reasons.
Working himself sick wasn't going to help anyone, after all.
Compared to his last month in this place though, the weather today is practically pleasant though. Outside of the strange lingering feeling of static electricity in the air at least, and that was less of a hindrance than it was simply... strange. Almost like a weird aftertaste in the back of his throat. It's annoying but something he can more or less ignore.
Until suddenly the taste burns so strong that he feels like he's choking on it, and Alex is thrown backwards off his feet and into the side of a building, sliding down to the ground a moment later. He has a brief moment to wonder if he's been shot again before he slides sharply into unconsciousness.
A second later, he stops breathing.
(note: immediately following the lightning strike alex's heart and breathing stop, so someone is going to have to get those started again before anything else happens.)
the inn.
Apparently, he'd been struck by lightning. Alex has to take other people's word for this because he doesn't remember any of it (he remembers pain, sharp and sudden and overwhelming, until he's enveloped by it, consumed, and then he remembers waking up again and wondering why that hadn't been enough, why he couldn't just stop, and then it's just pain again and at least that's familiar).
Breathing is... hard. Almost like he's underwater again. Or like he's trying to breathe through heavy gauze. It's not a feeling he's particularly fond of. Reminds him too much of after Scorpia, and that's not a memory he feels at all up to addressing right now, not with how blurred and fractured his focus is right now.
Alex feels like he's hooked up to a livewire right now, limbs twitching and seizing in unpredictable pulses that have him gritting his teeth against the feeling each and every time. This loss of control is driving him crazy and he...
He.
He?
He swears softly, then a touch louder when he has trouble hearing himself clearly the first time. And then a full body twitch shudders through his entire body with an unpleasant scraping sort of feeling across his nerve endings and Alex swears even louder still.
It's the most visibly upset that Alex has appeared since he arrived here, but even this has a strange muted effect to it.
Inn
Still, when she hears that Alex had been one of the ones to get struck, she's not sure why, but a part of her drives her to investigate. Maybe because she's bored, but maybe because she's trying to keep a set of assets and allies together and he's on that list. She heads over to the inn and eyes him warily, wondering if he's on his way out too. "Remind me not to hand you anything delicate," she deadpans, searching his body for signs of the injury apart from the twitching.