WEEK 10 - E̛X̛E̵C̴̷̀U̴͢T҉IO͜N̶͞

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (16)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝

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[erythristic]

["... Take care of Dave. That's all I've got. He's all I've got."

Roxy's words echo in her head, and with a thought, the scythe is in her hand. without even thinking harder, the notebook she always carries is hurled at high speed towards the people who aren't fighting - the page that begins her medical notes is marked, and how to deal with amputation is in there. now that Adrien has a fighting chance, it's time to move.]

You want to talk about equal?

[Dave...this isn't Dave. and no one on the ship has seen her move. so she pushes herself to top speed, the scythe roaring to life and slashing out in a wide arc, aiming to injure his arms. if he can drop the sword...]

Stop being a coward! Show yourself!

[the taunt is as much a distraction to keep Marinette and Dorian out of the line of sight as the blow is.]

[parodeity]

[ the explosion involves a chair being thrown at him first, so he dodges it without issue. it's hard for marinette to judge where he's going because he's fast - but he's also acrobatic. he can be a dick and parkour around the room in order to dodge her, not even using his top speed.

he doesn't plan to drop his sword, because he just laughs. ]

Why should I have to? Y'all are too weak to beat my host. You think you can beat me? There's a reason people try not to piss me off. Means I actually have to try...

Well, whatever. They're worth it. [ that little smile again and he's. probably going to have to be stopped by alice because he has his time travel usage still and he hasn't dipped into alien-ing. he blocks blows without having to blink. more quietly: ] You're worth it.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, fuck that nonsense. While Dave is monologuing and darting about the room, he'll make his way over to Adrien and try to drag him out of the fray. He's been on enough battlefields to know what must be done, but he's never tended to the wounded without potion assistance before, so Grell's notebook will come in handy. His first action before reaching for it, however, is to take the blade affixed to the end of his staff and tear a long strip of white silk. This was expensive, Adrien, you'd best appreciate it.

And then he's winding it around his arm, and fumbling for the notebook before he actually tries to tie it in place.]

Adrien? [He tries not to speak too loudly, to avoid drawing attention.] I'm no healer so you'd best stay awake.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[there's a bit of a dying animal noise from him as he tries to concentrate on anything at all, pale with wide-eyes and apparently still awake through sheer shock, if nothing else.]

Is-- [he gulps and takes deep breaths, but it's clear he is seconds away from hyperventilating] Plagg's, Plagg's gone? I. I've got to stop Dave but he-- and my arm--

[i mean listen at least he's awake don't ask for coherence]

[tevinteriscoming]

Plagg is fine. I'm going to tie a bandage now, all right?

[Presumably? He's a spirit, he's fine. The point is, it isn't particularly critical right now. He doesn't demand coherence, just consciousness. He will really be quite upset if they lose three teenagers tonight. Working to keep his voice calm and matter of fact, even though his hands are shaking a little; whether it's from stress or just fatigue from his magic, he can't be sure.

He thumbs through Grell's notebook until he finds the page on tourniquets. Fortunately, he is a quick study, and well versed in anatomy, being a specialist in death in his own way. It isn't difficult to grasp what he needs to do. He ties it tightly around the arm above the wound, using his staff to pull it tightly enough.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[UGH, FINE, I GUESS HE WON'T SLOWLY BLEED OUT. though you'd think he'd be in shock enough to not wince and try to pull his arm-- what's left of it-- away when the tourniquet is being put in place, but apparently he has nerves that haven't been cut off left]

Ow, that's-- [not a bandage, but like he's Aware enough to recognize a tourniquet at this moment. and thats probably around when they got Frozen tbh but LUCKILY he had a TOURNIQUET ON thanks for saving his life dorian

ugh.]