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[colur]

Date & Time: Vague late July, early June
Location: All over, especially where the damage is the worst.
Characters: Eilonwy and you (???)
Summary: Eilonwy explores Exsilium after the bombing, trying to find ways to help.
Warnings: N/A


Eilonwy never liked to ask permission. It seemed rather pointless, when you'd already made up your mind. Apples do not have lips to ask the ground, but they fall anyway. But here there was no one for her to ask, and the freedom made her unfamiliar. Knowing what to do was very helpful, even if you did not plan on doing it.

And here, she did not know what to do.

Oh, she thought she did, at first, she was quite certain that she had to escape. There were people counting on her at home. Counting on her for proper curtsies and polite conversation, but counting on her nonetheless. But then the bombing happened, and she realized that the people here needed help, too.

Not that she was exactly sure how to go about it. Today she was climbing through the rubble, her knees scraped and hair wild, looking for mouths to feed or shoulders to throw blankets on. To help people, you know. Hmmph.

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[hbisea]

There were many blond haired folk in Exsilium, but it never stopped Mera from occasionally taking a brief moment to stare at it and remember all the horrible things Atlanteans associated with such bright colour.

She had been coming back from the orphanage, informed she and the others were no longer welcome there. One of the older kids angrily threw a rock at her. Fish freak she had been called. It angered her, but the children were relatively safe and treated for now.

The end of her trident tapped the ground when she stopped again seeing Eilonwy. The rubble was unstable in most parts.

"Child, what are you doing?" she asked.

[preyed]

Too much destruction. Vera had hardly witnessed such carnage in her life, not on such a grand scale like this. She was no stranger to violence, really, and she'd watched a whole town burn in a short hour, its citizens murdered. But that had been by a dragon, not by planes and bombs, things she did not quite understand. It was cruel brutality, pure and simple, and there was no honor in the blind destruction that happened.

She did not necessarily stop to help while she was scavenging. There were people who were still sick and injured, looking for ways out of the rubble. She moved those she could, gave healing to those in dire circumstances. But she did not give them the kindness they deserved. In a way, she couldn't.

But there was a girl who was going out of her way to do so, and she had to stop and stare. "You're never going to get to all of them," she called idly. "Not many will even accept your help."

[khajidont]

While Jaime hadn't jumped straight to work after the bombings had ended - there was only so much a body could do before needing sleep and a lot of it - but when he decided to brave the rubble, he did so in plainclothes. The citizens here were distrustful of outsiders as it was, and he figured that it wouldn't help sticking out any more than he had to.

Happily, his appearance while traveling around as regular old Jaime Reyes was just about as normal as you could get, so he found himself being mostly left alone as he made his way through the wreckage of the city. Perched on top of one particularly large pile, he saw a girl headed his way, appearance wild enough that it was obvious that she had already been helping for some time. He took a couple of steps towards her, stumbling a little on the unstable ground.

"Hey. Pretty deserted out here, isn't it?"

[dragonlordbight]

Far above a large figure flew, surveying the damage from above in search of particularly damaged areas to aid in the repairing. Helping where he could, ignoring looks of disdain. The citizens had been through much.

When he saw a small figure crawling through the ruins below he begins to circle lower. Searching out a nearby clear landing, finding one not far off he sets himself down, sending a bit of dirt flying from the gust of wind produced from his massive wings.

"Are you in need of assistance?"

[devilsfruitdoctor]

[After the plague, and the bombing, Ibin had known damn well he had barely enough in him to wobble home and collapse on his bed. But now, finally rested and determined not to dwell on the horrors of the past few weeks, he was out and about and trying to help rebuild. Not that the citizens of Exsilium were happy to accept his help.

He had tried, at first, to argue his way around the barricade of four belligerent men, but, well, things escalated. When one took a swing at him, Ibin panicked and bound his hands together with bandages. He took advantage of the brief confusion as the man's friends tried to figure out what had happened and how to free him, to about-face and run back the way he'd come. And now he saw a woman striding towards him, and he'd bet his bottom dollar she was a transport with the same idea he'd had.]

Ooop! N-no, not that way, they've, uh, got the situation in hand. [Merciful gods had he really made this sorry situation into a pun.] And, uh, they're not too happy to see transports right now. [Especially not right now, after the stunt he'd pulled.] But I was on my way to the hospital, where I'm pretty sure they need as many clean hands as they can get! Would you like to come with me?