( who would have ever thought toting her bland, boring, completely normal humanity could have come in clutch like this? clarke's resented being without magic since she woke up here and learned it was a power that would not govern her entire existence; has resolutely clawed for any opportunity to harness sigil blood magic in an attempt to level the playing field and up her chances at survival. only to momentarily gain a bargaining chip in the form of it not being an inherent sort of power, and not something she could wield well enough to undo a mage of the caliber of jade curtiss.
it's almost-funny. she'll not-laugh about it later.
rita seems to be having a moment of profound realization, but mizuki had texted clarke some confirmation an hour or so prior, and she'd also been full up on suspicious faculties while watching him make eyes at jinx and set his hand on fire to amuse ebalon. now, somewhere in the distance, he's trying to rip both of them to shreds. she would love to allow the other girl her moment of hysterical realization, but to her right, castor of the dioscuri is launching himself at whoever is wearing shi qingxuan's meatsuit with a blinding flash of blue light. and to their left, venti is getting shredded through the chest by a blast from pickles' shotgun.
both hands find rita's shoulders, and clarke gives her an aggressive shake. get your head back on your shoulders girl, and quickly — ) Because he's one of the fucking possessed, Rita! Now we have to move!
( and, yanno what? she doesn't have a lot of strength left in her. blood loss is a slow way to die but it saps the energy from the limbs pretty quickly. still, any last bit in her bones seemed well used on the endeavor of getting both of them out of the line of fire, and clarke puts an amazing amount of effort into getting a arm around the younger girl's torso and attempting to half-carry, half-drag her towards the shadowed maze entrance of the party.
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it's almost-funny. she'll not-laugh about it later.
rita seems to be having a moment of profound realization, but mizuki had texted clarke some confirmation an hour or so prior, and she'd also been full up on suspicious faculties while watching him make eyes at jinx and set his hand on fire to amuse ebalon. now, somewhere in the distance, he's trying to rip both of them to shreds. she would love to allow the other girl her moment of hysterical realization, but to her right, castor of the dioscuri is launching himself at whoever is wearing shi qingxuan's meatsuit with a blinding flash of blue light. and to their left, venti is getting shredded through the chest by a blast from pickles' shotgun.
both hands find rita's shoulders, and clarke gives her an aggressive shake. get your head back on your shoulders girl, and quickly — ) Because he's one of the fucking possessed, Rita! Now we have to move!
( and, yanno what? she doesn't have a lot of strength left in her. blood loss is a slow way to die but it saps the energy from the limbs pretty quickly. still, any last bit in her bones seemed well used on the endeavor of getting both of them out of the line of fire, and clarke puts an amazing amount of effort into getting a arm around the younger girl's torso and attempting to half-carry, half-drag her towards the shadowed maze entrance of the party.
no natsuno-finding for you. )